#I’m gonna bite him/aff

[sweaterrat]

Doodled something for an au of mine hehgehegeheheheh

[deadandwalking]

OKK TUMBLR i have 5 IQ and lots of excitement THE FNAF MOVIE RELEASES IN THE UK IN TWO FUCKING DAYS !!! AND I’M GONNA SEE IT :DDDD

this has triggered a s e v e r e brainrot, so i’m going to explain my own interpretations on the missing children (+ Charlie ofc) (because they remain my favourites, underused characters) and you’re all going to pretend you’re listening.

Starting off with Gabriel, i feel like for the soul of Freddy he was severely overlooked as a character. i believe he was one of the last to die, as Freddy tends to take longer to move about in the first game and typically sticks to the back of the building or follows Bonnie’s path. i think Gabriel, Jeremy and Fritz may have died together or at least knew eachother before death, although there’s limited evidence, it’s still nice to imagine they didn’t go alone. i think of him being around 8-10 age wise. Design wise, there’s really nothing besides his Fourth Closet appearance, like i said, overlooked.

Jeremy is a simple enough kid, probably was shy because Bonnie tends to be a bit behind on the hall camera and he’s always hiding in the storage closet. again, Freddy’s always following him + Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy all used the one hallway, so they’re probably familiar at the very least (he also ended up sharing pirate’s cove in UCN so he at least knew Foxy.) i don’t believe he was the same Jeremy who was bit, i believe that Jeremy Fitzgerald was an undercover cop investigating Charlie’s murder. (also, toy chica did the bite. the UCN voicelines were a dead giveaway, you mangle believers are outdated) (also some people apparently believe it was toy bonnie? how would that even work, that’s dumb, toy bonnie believers dni) he’s about 7-8 to me and again, nothing much appearance wise apart from Fourth Closet, so that’s who he is to me.

now Susie, my beloved Susie, she was the first to die, obviously. as much as i loved coming home, i like to stick to game lore for her. so she has her dog, not oliver and gretchen. i think her and Cassy are really close friends, for reasons mentioned in a previous post. i like to think that Susie doesn’t really get on with the boys, she tried to play with them at first but they wouldn’t play with her because she’s a fucking weirdo /aff so now she thinks they’re mean, which is why she sticks to her side of the building and leaves the boys to theirs. she’s also in the kitchen so much because that’s where Cassidy stays. cupcake is not possessed, but Susie treats it like a pet to help cope with her mourning of her dog. she’s 9, kept from the books, and i use the fruity maze appearance for her.

Fritz is a character i actually never really took to. Foxy was always overrated to me, there are so many better people. y’all are sleeping on so many great characters. although, i don’t really think of him as the loud, bossy, aggressive kid the fandom made him. i think of him as more shy, hence always hiding in pirates cove. bad tempered sure, but he’s no special case. he can’t do any more damage than Gabriel, Jeremy or Susie. he’s about 7-9 and his appearance is more like the stereotypical one though, didn’t like the fourth closet one, he doesn’t look right if he isn’t ginger.

Cassidy, my most beloved, she’s the VIP here. the main character, our star, she’s the moment. i love her so much and i feel attacked that she was so ignored. she was the second to die i imagine, she died in the ballpit, and simply did not vibe with that. she’s angy girl but we love her for that. Charlie and Susie work to keep her in line though. Cassidy, unlike the others, knows the difference between the nightguards and William, hence why Golden can’t actually kill you in fnaf 1 and 2. she knows better. she just doesn’t like any adult ever (apart from Henry/OMC, that’s her new dad and fishing partner) speaking of OMC, UCN was all her doing. she’s a creative kid, what can i say. all the animatronics were being controlled by her. the voicelines were imitations, OMC, Puppet, and the whithers being the only exception. she’s sort of like a mother to the missing kids, she’s bossy and a lot stricter with the boys than with Susie. despite being the mother, she’s only 4, being the youngest missing kid and the second youngest kid overall. i use a few different appearances for her, but the most common is the one from the security logbook

Charlie is a messy character so i’d like to start off by specifying that she is heavily game coded here, book Charlie isn’t really my thing (i also have an unexplainable hatred for John, no clue why.) so she’s 3 here, not fuckin 20 something. she was the last to die, and the one who gave everyone bodies (FNAF 2 was the first game including the missing children chronologically) she’s the second mother to everyone, despite being the youngest. she looks after everyone, and makes sure they’re not off getting crisped up by her dad nor having their fursuits chopped up by her dad’s business partner. she was the one sent Cassidy to hell to meet Henry, Cass had no intentions of following William originally. I use her midnight motorist appearance.

anyways yeah i haven’t really been into fnaf for a while now, i’m just normal about it, no big thoughts

[seelestia]

okay, second attempt at this because tumblr hates me.

i’m glad you’ve been doing well! as for me, i’ve been doing a bit better! still working on it, though. dw abt it, i learned my lesson, i think 🦭 (/hj) you got this lia! i’m sure we’ll both do well <3

honestly i barely passed, it was pure luck i was able to do that actually (we accept all the slander to my terrible math teacher, i won’t stop you huhu 🫶🏼 /lh) ive managed to save my sleep schedule, but who knows how long that’s gonna last! thank you! i hope to return to writing at some point, i miss it dearly 😞

HIDING MY WANDERER RN, YOU WON’T FIND HIM 🏃‍♀️💨 (/lh) those eight seconds, i ate them up like i eat your writing. it took a lot of patience,, and resin but it was for cyno - worth it! i’m planning on pulling for her, but haven’t had time to farm bc of personal issues so - not counting on a miracle. (HELP LIA THATS A HUGE COMPLIMENT <3 live laugh love nahida.)

yep! he turned 11, and tomorrow my sister turns 9 :) oh,, unfortunately our plans didn’t quite work out, i’ve been a little bummed because of it actually 😵‍💫 but i’m sure i’ll get to see them at some point!

i am LIVING the dream rn, so true! i give him kith. also not him threatening to kill you?? manz better explain himself rn, i got the chancla. HELP?? omg,, invite me to the next therapy session (/hj) omg.. maybe 👀

of course! and aw, no boiling hot tea today - a shame. pfft it’s kind of like that with cyno and kazuha rn, not sure how that’ll go either, hehe!

OMG YES I SPOKE TO CYNO AI AND GOT HIM TO FALL FOR ME 🤭 (same with kazuha, and the wanderer.. it’s an all-out war rn /lh) and i bet you that i missed you more <33 ty for the forehead kisses they’re vv appreciated here 🩷 if you see someone glaring at you rn, don’t mind :) it’s just a grumpy lil wanderer trying to scare you! dw, he won’t attack you (yet. /j)

THANK YOU FOR TRYING, YONA!! tumblr may be an obstacle but it's got nothing against you 💪 i'm glad! no matter what, you can always try again and i (+ your mooties) will be there to support and bite your ankle when you need it <3 (/aff)

pure luck?? i thought it was your braincells swooping in to save you 😩 coincidence because i just finished my math test today and now, i'm hoping for the best (holding in tears. there were so many questions abt finance— DARN, I DIDN'T SIGN UP TO BE AN ACCOUNTANT. /j) 🤞 me too, yon, i genuinely hope that you can go back to writing without other people telling you how to be one :( leave my girl yona ALONE or i will come for your kneecaps!! 🐎 (/hj)

NOOOO, GIVE HIM TO ME. (/lh) i have so many intertwined fates, but i can't pull anyone because i have to save my guarantee for his pretty face 😞 FRRRR. hoyoverse did not need to make him look that good if he's not rerun-ing?? they need to be considerate to wanderer non-havers (me) 😦 (/j) i hope the gacha will look down on you with favor and you'll get nahida! and that you get to see your friends too soon (do you already have fun plans for what you're gonna do with them? (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)) 🍀

NOT THE CHANCLA?? yeahhh, fling it across his face 🪃 hehe, have a sneak peek for that therapy session you didn't get to join— and idk why but the way i talk so seriously here looks so funny when put together with the name and pfp, PLEASE.

cream stew is one of my fav genshin dishes; it reminds me of carbonara pasta, yummzz! weird question but do you have a fav in-game dish, yon?? which one is it and why >:3c

DAYUMMMM. i'm just gonna eat popcorn amidst this war while wanderer and cyno reenact that special program's fight. kazu and yona, come join. 🍿 lucky for me heizou and ayato are both vv civil people.... somewhat. (/j)

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

everytime i successfully draw dune my heart flutters and palpitates and there is a growl that wishes to escape my throat. this feeling lasts for at least 30 minutes. im snarling and hissing and my pupils are wide and my nails ache to tear into something AHHHHHHH DUNE!!!!!!!!!!!!! ohhh i hate you i hate you i hate you. i hate you dune. i love you. i love you so much. if you were real and we met i would get into a physical altercation with you and be pleased when you beat me to a pulp. oh dune. oh dune. oh dune. i just. i just need to bite and tear your flesh dune. ohhhh ooohhhh ohh

hehehehe ^_^ he is so cute ^_^ eheheh ^_^ he is soooo cute ^_^ he is literally the most unpleasant person to be around ^_^

remembered today that dune has an absolutely fantastic memory and remembers everything he’s ever told and ^_^ (barely containing a gutteral scream) oooohh. he acts like he doesn’t care and he acts like he’s annoyed whenever anyone talks to him but he stores the info. he files it away and he remembers. he is the ultimate gift giver because he knows everything his partners like off the top of his head

he is soooo grouchy. sooo grumpy. i adore him. he’s such a freaking bitch. he’s so rude and unpleasant and everyone hates him. everyone hates him and that’s ok because he wants them to kind of. he wants to be rude and scary and make everyone avoid him. he is soooo ARGRHRGHRR

:(((((((((((( he was so happy as a kid. :(((((( he has dimples. :(((((( he still smiles like he used to (albeit sharper now) and when jackal sees it he recognizes it and suddenly they’re 7 years old together again :(((((((((((((((((((((( he used to be so energetic and outgoing and friendly :((((( he used to have strong morals and believed in doing what was right :((((((((((( :((( IM SO SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need to rip him apart

he has so many freckles everywhere. i never draw it but in a fic i wrote i said that jackal has always seen a boy picking a flower within them (like connect the dots style). it is a metaphor. or whatever it’s called. OOOHHHH IM SO SAD. flowers like that don’t just grow in the desert. but when dune was a boy. he was so innocent and pure hearted. he would’ve picked the flower if there was any. he would’ve given it to jackal

i’m sick. i’m sick. i’m sick to my stomach. dune i need to sink my teeth into you. he’s rude and awful but he’s still a neutral person. he doesn’t want to be evil. he hates who he’s become. but he will repay the fire he’s been dealt with even more of it. he’s too scared to do anything else

he’s become a monster in his eyes. he’s changed completely, for the worst, and if he went back in time and showed this self to when he was a boy, the boy would’ve been terrified. he’dve been so scared

but dune is still thoughtful. he can’t connect emotionally very well anymore so he shows his love through gifts and acts of service. he shows his love these ways all of the time. so often. every damn day

some dune moments from my fic (it’s like that old black hole on a03)

he wakes up from being literally almost stabbed to death and his immediate response is to call locust an asshole (it’s /aff but shhhh). the flinching at the tear. the wiping it away. dune you are soooo tortured

ok never mind i can’t keep looking thru it that fic. i can’t. i forgot how emotional everything makes me. i reread it a hundred times while working on it and so i got bored but now im not bored now reading it makes me feel like im gonna become pieces so many pieces a billion pieces

[seraph-writes]

shakes u around like a snowglobe /aff

You already know I’m here for that Rendog Content <3

Headcanons for first time?? With a bit of knotting!! as a treat!!

- 🪶 Anon

❝ RENDOG FIRST TIME HEADCANONS ❞

Hello feather anon beloved <3 Ren content you want then you shall get! Sorry for any spelling mistakes PFFF, we're a little all over the place rn.

Includes: Knots, Marking, Slight Breeding Kink, slight implications of petplay?

• As soon as he'd find out this was going to be your first time? Oh the man would be so respectful, he'd make sure there was a safe word between the two of you if he ever got too much, he'd absolutely go over boundries with you too, he wants to make your first time as enjoyable and good as possible, he will keep a mental list of things you like, things you don't like ect. Puppy just wants to put your comfort first.

• Of course! he is absolutely flattered and honoured that you want your first time to be with him! His tail is wagging like mad, and he is making it his mission to make you feel SO good. He's gonna make sure this is gonna be all you think about, until your legs are able to walk again.

• Of course, Ren being a werewolf he absolutely wants to mark you up. wherever you're comfortable with he's gonna leave gentle (or hard if you'd like) bitemarks and hickeys, He'll absolutely leave some on your thighs, the feeling of you squirming as he bites the more sensitive areas is heaven for his ears and eyes, just knowing he's completely undoing you just by marking you as his drives him wild.

• You bet he's got one hell of a knot, of course he'll be gentle at first since this is your first time, but let him and he'll show no mercy in thrusting into you and filling you up to the brim, growling and keeping you close to him so you can take every inch of him and he can make sure you're all filled up all nice and pretty just for him. Just knowing you're able to take him so pretty with such pretty moans coming out of you is the highlight of his day. Be ready to stay for a long while, not only does he have stamina like no tomorrow but it'll take a while for him to calm down and be able to let you get free of his knot.

• Again, your first time is important to him, so expect him to constantly ask you if you're okay, if you need anything or if you'd like to take a break. He knows he can sometimes get too into it and your feelings matter to him.

• If you're nervous about everything? he'll make sure to make it a little goofy, he'd crack a few jokes here and there, anything at all to ease your nerves, he'll take it soft and gentle, anything to make sure you're okay and don't need to be nervous.

• The aftercare KING, anything you want to feel less sore and he will get it done, massages? yes right away! Food? coming right up! a bath? Consider it done! Cuddles! Aye aye ! He'll never leave you hurt or sore, if he bites too hard for your liking or in general then he'll happily play doctor and make sure it heals quick and helps you make it feel better.

• If you want to take a bit of control during your first time if you're that kinda person, give him head, Ren will absolutely melt. He'll be whining and squirming in seconds, he'd almost be drooling at the feeling, ready to do whatever you want. You want him to be on his knees for you? Want him to call you a certain nickname? well this is your ticket to that, Ren adores giving, but him receiving anything in return? Oh he's putty in your hands, call him a good boy or a good puppy and it's over, he's at your beck and call.

• Ren is a very open-minded person, he'd be down to try whatever it is you want too for your first time, he believes the whole "Don't knock it til you try it" saying, he's happy as long as you're happy, whatever you want then he'll try his best to please, he's the ultimate package, he can be whatever kind of top of sub you want, and he'll happily oblige.

[mintwithchoco]

beaux rêves: Ep 4 - Adrenaline

ITZY Yeji x Male Reader

Word Count: 2882 words

Categories: smut, oral, femdom, mommy kink, light bdsm, agent! yeji

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“Stop!”

Avoiding each and every obstacle, the three agents chased down their target who was running through the top of a building, a person simply named “Killer Queen”. The chase was going on for five minutes - countless bullets directed towards each other missing their mark. The agents were running out of ammunition and their stamina wasn’t going to hold up any further.

“Does this guy have any lungs or what?! We’ve been chasing him for hours!” Ryujin shouts towards the others.

“Keep the pace! Eventually he’ll get tired too!” Yeji replied.

“Captain, permission to use Hierophant Green!” You asked Yeji while getting ready to press the button on your watch to summon the weapon mentioned.

“Permission granted!”

As soon as you press the button, your hands turn into a robotic state with green and white color schemes. You then put them close together, causing it to glow bright green and a water-like material is produced on your palms.

“Take this Killer Queen! Emerald Splash!” You shouted.

A giant energy blast was released from your palms which then takes on the form of emeralds, targeted and locked onto Killer Queen at a crazy speed. The agents were confident - Killer Queen had no way of escaping and they were gonna put an end to his crimes by giving him the punishment that he deserves.

But suddenly, Killer Queen flashes his jacket towards the blast and deflects them away, making the agents flinch away from him. They were shocked at the act and realized that this was not an easy enemy.

“What? There’s no way! No one can just deflect the Emerald Splash!” You said, shocked at the fact that The Mafia has overthrown your best attack.

"Hah! You utter fool! Your attacks are weak against me!" Killer Queen then throws a type of bomb towards you.

"Agent Mint!" Ryujin and Yeji shouted before watching you get sent flying in the air by the explosion from the bomb.

Both of them stopped chasing Killer Queen and ran towards your weak body that just fell to the ground. The explosion burned your suit and a little bit of your skin and your head was feeling super dizzy because of you hitting it on the cement roof. Blood started to pour out from a cut on your head, your vision was also starting to get blurry.

Before Yeji and Ryujin could reach you, you fainted because of your injuries. You hear their cries for you as your vision slowly turns black, your mind hoping that there's a chance help would arrive soon.

//timeskip//

Your eyes slowly open. Greeted by the bright ceiling light of the room, you squint your eyes and sit up to look around. You felt your head that was wrapped in bandages and saw a few cuts on your arms.

"Where...Where am I?" You ask yourself before hearing the door of the room being opened by Chaeryeong.

"Oppa! You're awake!" Chaeryeong rushes towards you and hugs you on the bed, making you eventually realize that you were in the ward room of the JYP HQ.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I forgot that you're still injured…" Chaeryeong said as she pulled away, noticing you wince from her sudden contact.

"It's fine. How long was I asleep, Chae? Are the others okay?" You asked her as she slowly sat on one of the chairs in the room.

"You've been unconscious for almost 3 days. The others are fine oppa, but…"

"What's wrong?"

"Yeji unnie…She's been out of place after the incident, always looking so frustrated, separating herself from us except during worktimes and most of all - not joining us at lunchtime." Chaeryeong sighed and pouted.

"Killer Queen has caused a lot of trouble for us, and I think she's stressed because of it. Don't worry, I'll try to talk it out with her."

"Alright…Anyways, how are you feeling now oppa?"

"I still feel a bit nauseous, but other than that, I'm a-okay!" You said while giving her a thumbs up, making her giggle cutely.

Suddenly, a knock was heard on the door, making you both flinch. You look at Chaeryeong with a questioning face and she replies back with a shrug. The door then was opened once again, revealing the person that knocked on it was Yeji.

"Oh, you're awake. And Chaeryeong, you're here early." Yeji said while closing the door.

"Y-Yeah...Thought that I would pay oppa a visit before I work. I was lucky enough to see him first awake, hehe~" Chaeryeong said as Yeji came to her right side.

"How do you feel now?" Yeji asked you, and your answer was still the same.

“I’m glad to hear that. Don't worry about the mission, you need to heal up first." Yeji said.

"10:30?!" Chaeryeong suddenly shrieked when she was looking at her watch on her wrist.

"Oppa, I gotta go. I promised Ryujin to help her out with uhh... something, yeah. Yeji unnie, take care of him alright? See you guys later!" Chaeryeong said before quickly rushing herself out of the room, leaving you and Yeji alone.

"Take...care…" You managed to say before Chaeryeong closed the door.

You face Yeji who looked like she was lost in thought. Remembering what Chaeryeong said about her situation recently, you were hesitant to ask her about it as she was looking frustrated. Silence filled the room with ease as you just observed the injuries that you got while Yeji just stared at you with her mind full of thoughts.

"Hey, are you okay?" You ask, breaking the silence between you two.

"Chae said that you’ve been looking distressed lately, is there something wrong?”

Yeji looked at you and was greeted with your concerned expression. She looked hesitant, biting her lips and keeping the gap of her thighs closed. You purse your lips, wondering why she was acting this way.

“...You said you were okay, right?”

“Yeah...Why?”

“Then, I’ll show you what’s wrong.” Yeji stood up from her seat and took off her boots and her socks. You were confused, but then she suddenly sat on your lower region that was covered with a blanket, making you shocked.

“Yeji what the-” Yeji silenced you by bringing a finger to your lips and her head gets close to your ear.

"I'm...sexually frustrated." She whispers softly into your ear, giving you shivers.

"H-Hey now Yeji…T-This is not the best place to be saying stuff like this-" You were cut off by Yeji's lips, deeply kissing you and forcing you to lean back to the headboard.

Your eyes widened. This was a wrongful act, you thought. But upon tasting her cherry lips, you instantly got addicted to it. Yeji demands more of you by forcing her tongue into your mouth, giving her access to dance with your tongue. You both exchanged saliva to each other while your hands promptly moved to her back, gently hugging her.

Eventually, you both ran out of oxygen and pulled away from each other by the force of nature followed with strings of saliva. You stared into each other's eyes, filled with lust, knowing what to do next.

"Mommy's been dying to taste your cock, baby. You don't know how many times I've cum just thinking about it." Yeji said while throwing the blanket away from your lap.

"M-Mommy?"

"Yes, mommy. What's wrong?"

"...N-Nothing, I love it." Yeji gave you a shy smile.

Yeji then kisses your neck hungrily, leaving a few deep red marks all over it as you start to moan at how good it felt. Her right hand unbuttons your shirt to reveal your toned body. After gawking at you, she marks you with her lips all over it until she reaches your abdomen.

Your cock was begging to be released from its confines due to her lust-filled kisses earlier. Yeji smirks as she notices your prominent bulge sticking out of your pants. She cups it gently, making you flinch a little and let out a few breathy moans.

"Fuck baby, I can't wait to taste your cock."

Yeji took off her belt and opened the zipper on her coat to be left with a sleeveless blue leather top. You were glad that she helped you to discard a part of her outfit since they were confusing to your eyes.

Her face was on your crotch once again and she took off your pants and your boxers slowly, being cautious as you were still a bit injured.

Your hard cock sprang out and throbbed instantly, finally feeling the cold temperature of the room. Yeji bites her lower lip as she looks at your cock standing proud, impressed by its size. She grasps it by the base, causing you to inhale air into your lungs until she starts stroking it fully, making you exhale in relief.

Precum starts to leak from your tip, hinting to Yeji that her handjob was going well. Her thumb collects it and spreads them all over your shaft as it keeps leaking more and more, eventually covering them as a whole. Your moans fueled Yeji to continue her work but her mouth was starting to water, hungry to get a taste of you.

"Get ready, baby. Mommy's gonna give you the best blowjob ever."

Without wasting any more time, she takes your cock inside her warm, inviting mouth. Starting with a slow pace, you throw your head back on the headrest, savoring how well her mouth was wrapped around your shaft. She was telling the truth about dying for your cock, her tongue was skillfully licking the underside of your shaft and swirling around your tip.

As she bobbed her head up and down to increase the pace, you closed your eyes. The extreme pleasure was felt in an instant because of your body being unconscious these past few days. You were even more sensitive than normal as your body kept shaking with pleasure as Yeji now fondled your balls with her left hand.

"Fuck mommy…" You moaned.

Yeji's eyes formed an inverted crescent upon hearing your moan. She continues to increase her pace on your cock, her mind sets a mission of wanting to make you feel good. That mission was already completed by how much you were moaning and sweating for her because of the pleasure.

When you looked down to see Yeji, you realized that her right hand was missing from your cock. Just then, you looked harder and noticed that she was touching herself as her leather pants were dangling on her knees, allowing her to gain access to her pussy. You knew it was hard for her to keep pleasuring you and herself, so you stopped her blowjob by holding onto her head.

"Mommy...let me help you." You told Yeji and she took the hint instantly as she released your cock from her mouth and turned her body around on her knees. At the same time, you laid down on the bed and Yeji moved backwards until her crotch was right in front of your face and vice versa.

She was dripping, her pussy glistening because of her wetness. You finish the job of taking off her pants alongside her panties and grab her thighs to bring them closer to your meal. Yeji was already back to her job of sucking your cock but suddenly, she moaned loudly as you pushed your tongue onto her clit, lightly penetrating it. Then, the whole of your lips sticks onto her pussy alongside Yeji now deepthroating your cock.

The ward room was filled with both of your moans, pleasuring each other at the same time. You were surprised that no one has opened nor knocked on the door. It was like the time was letting you feel this moment with Yeji. She continues to slightly choke herself on your cock while you lapped up every part of her pussy that was covered with her juices.

You knew that you were reaching your peak fast. You would love to see Yeji's mouth filled with your cum, but the sensitiveness of your cock right now can only be felt once in a while.

"Mommy, I wanna feel your pussy now." Yeji then pulls you out of her mouth, raises her body and straddles your stomach.

"You want mommy to fuck you?" Yeji said while tracing a pattern on your chest. You nodded quickly as a reply.

"You wanna feel how tight mommy is?" You nodded again but then, you were greeted by a hard slap on your left cheek.

"Don't ever tell mommy what to do." Yeji's tone was cold and harsh, throbbing your cock in response because of how scary and hot it was.

Her hand was back to your cock once again, stroking it gently with a smirk on her face. You didn’t know what she was planning to do, but you knew that it was definitely gonna be pleasuring. She raised her hips and hovered over your crotch, teasing the tip of your shaft on her pussy lips. Your breath started to come out shallow, the friction of her rubbing was getting into nerves as you grit your teeth when you felt a certain sensation hitting your body.

“M-Mommy, p-please…” You begged her.

“What was that baby?”

“Please fuck me mommy! I wanna feel mommy’s tight pussy and fill it up with my cum! Please mommy!” You gave in to her dominance, something that you never had done before.

Without saying any words back, she suddenly left the bed and grabbed something from her little pouch on the seat which was on her arm earlier. Before going back to the bed, she comes to your side and covers your eyes with some sort of cloth, your vision now was filled with darkness.

“Arms up.” You followed her instructions and Yeji ties both of your wrists to each side of the headboard with what you feel like a silky fabric.

“Hm, better.” You heard Yeji say before feeling the bed sink down and the warmness of her pussy was back on your erection. You also heard the sound of clothes being removed and thrown onto the floor, possibly her top and her bra which were the only things that were left on her body.

“Mommy’s gonna fuck you now since you begged for it.”

You didn’t even have time to prepare yourself as Yeji lowered down on your shaft, letting you feel the tightness of her pussy. She didn’t care about adjusting to your size anymore and kept slamming down her hips at a wild pace with a few satisfying groans from her sinful lips.

“Ahh fuck, you fill me up so well.” Yeji moaned as she slowed down her movements.

“Mommy’s so tight…”

Feeling that her hand was now on your stomach, you can imagine that Yeji was riding you with her ass facing towards you. You were a little frustrated at not having the vision of her perfect butt bouncing up and down your cock, but all these props that were put onto you were definitely increasing your arousal. Your shaft was drowned with her juices as you heard the wet sound of both of your crotches slapping against each other.

You never knew that you had a submissive side, and you have to thank Yeji for unlocking this new side of you. Sweat formed on both of your bodies as the air around was getting hotter due to her constant pace of riding your length. Suddenly, your cock impales her deeply until it reaches her g-spot, earning a loud sensual moan from Yeji.

“Fuck yeah, that’s the spot…”

Yeji penetrates herself in that same position over and over again. Her legs and body shakes in response, oxytocin fills her bloodstream in a large amount as her walls strongly clenches on your shaft. It wouldn’t take much longer for the both of you to reach your peak.

“Oh yeah, mommy’s going to cum all over your cock baby.”

“M-Me too, m-mommy, please don’t stop!”

“I would never.”

A few more slams was all it needed for Yeji to orgasm, drenching your cock with an enormous amount of her juices as her walls pulsated around your cock with such intense pressure. It causes you to hit your climax quickly after hers, emptying all of your build up load and filling up the entirety of her insides. You pull on the fabric on your wrists while moaning in a loud volume, wanting to hold her close as you orgasm but you were glad enough that you were deep inside her warm pussy.

“Ahh, fill me up, fill me up….” Yeji said as you sent a few more shots of your thick seed into her womb.

As you both were a panting mess, Yeji lifts off of your shaft inch by inch, both of your mixed cum slowly drips out of her before it leaks out in a large amount and stains the bed below. You felt Yeji’s hand taking off your blindfold and once your vision was back, a sight of Yeji showing her pink splayed lips that was messy with both of your juices. She sighed in satisfaction and leaned her head close to your ear to whisper something.

“From now on, you will be mommy’s fucktoy.”

[jaesqueso]

Busted (m)

pairing: best friends brother!kai x fem!reader

summary: you thought nobody was home until you see something you never imagined you would

word count: 1,455

warnings: mentions of porn and masturbation, oral sex (receiving), fingering, protected sex

a/n: this is basically a re-vamp of something I wrote back in 2013 for aff (so cringe), I initially wrote this as idol!au but I’m not really interested in writing that anymore so I altered it, also changed the smut scenes a bit because yeah they were not very good... anyway, do give me some feedback please! ❤︎

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Damn were you unlucky at games. You should have never let your roommates trick you into betting to clean the whole apartment for a month if you weren’t able to win this stupid game you’re pretty sure they made up. At the time the cocktails you had assured you it was an easy win but your hangover the next day just called you an idiot for believing it.

Your class ends just before noon and you decide to treat yourself to a nice meal before you go home and start the deed. Your two roommates/traitors/best friends still had classes in the afternoon so since you had the house to yourself you would go ahead and clean before they had the brilliant idea to mock you around for falling into their tricks once again.

As you get home you walk straight to your room to drop your bag. You look around and notice the crazy amount of clothes that desperately need to be washed. You grab a basket you had laying around and put your dirty clothes inside. As you walked to the laundry room you decide to stop by the other rooms to see if your friends also had some clothes to wash.

As you’re about to place your hand on the doorknob of the last room in the corridor you hear a noise coming from inside the room. Did Areum forgot to turn off the stream she spends hours watching on her computer? But then as you step closer it sounds like someone was moaning.

Nobody’s supposed to be home right now, so you try to take a sneak peek inside and you see a man sitting on the chair in front of her computer. You look at the screen and gasp when you realise the person is watching porn! With his hand down his pants! But who the hell is he?

You are so confused you don’t even notice you dropped the basket of clothes on the floor until his head snaps in your direction. You panic and close the door. Was that Areum’s brother? She had mentioned last week that he would be coming to town to spend a few days but you didn’t know he was already here. You pick up the basket and gather the clothes that fell out as quickly as you can as you hear steps inside the room getting closer to the door.

“Y/N?” You hear his voice as you were about to talk away.

“Jongin! I-I didn’t know you were here.” You try to play it cool even if you’re dying from embarrassment.

“Yeah I arrived last night…” You actually went to bed early the day before because of your morning class so it makes sense you hadn’t noticed.

“Cool, cool, cool.” This couldn’t get more awkward so you decide to turn to leave. “Well I’m gonna do some laundry now, see you around-”

“You saw me didn’t you?” He grabs your wrist preventing you to go.

“W-What? I don’t even know what you’re talking about-” I tried to pretend like it was all good but he knew.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. It’s just…” he looks down. “I thought I was alone and it’s been a while since I’ve had some release…”

You widen your eyes at his words. You couldn’t imagine a guy like him not being sexually active. Jongin is smart, he is super nice and friendly, and of course so hot. You might have a little crush on him since the first time he came to visit when Areum moved in. You’d never seen someone as handsome as him. But he was unreachable. First of all he’s done with college and is working in another city miles away, not to mention he’s way out of your league. Oh and of course he’s your best friend’s brother and that seems to be a dangerous line to cross. But then you look down and accidentally glance at the bulge on his pants.

You look back up as he does too and your eyes meet. You feel a heat running through your body when he leans in and places his lips on yours.

“I’m sorry,” he steps away from your mouth, “it’s just that you’re beautiful and I’ve been wanting to do this forever.” Wait, did you hear that right? “Plus I’m so horny right now…”

This time you kiss him. This could be your only chance to be with Jongin and it would be dumb of you not to take it. It had been a while since you had some action yourself and one hand washes the other right? Nobody needs to know. Specially his sister.

He pulls you into the room, never breaking the kiss and pushes into your friends bed, hovering you.

“We don’t have to do this Y/N,” he looked into your eyes looking for permission to keep going, “I can stop-”

“Please don’t Jongin,” you pull him closer “I need you right now.”

You kiss him again running your fingers through his hair. He moves his mouth to your neck while he takes your shirt off. His lips keep going down to the mounds of your breasts as he snakes a hand behind your back to clasp your bra. With that out of his way he attacks one of your nipples making you let go of the moans you were keeping in.

He kept kissing down your body until he reaches your bottoms. He looks up at you and the way you’re biting your lip in anticipation gives him the ahead to remove your pants dragging your drenched panties along.

“You’re already this wet?” He says as he spreads your legs and runs a finger between your lower lips. “I barely even touched you.”

“You’re not the only one who’s been wanting to do this.” You smirk at him.

“Glad to know.” He smirks too as he lowers his head between your legs.

He starts liking your clit and you throw your head back moaning. He adds two fingers inside of you that slid right in lubbed with your juices. He pumps his fingers in and out as he keeps sucking on your clit and you take one of your hands to his hair as the other grabs onto the headboard. He then adds a third finger trying to really stretch you out. You start to wonder how thick he must be for him to be so focused in all that prep.

“Shit, I can’t hold it anymore.” he gets up removing his fingers from you and goes to his wallet that’s on your friends desk.

He throws a condom at the bed, walking back to you and taking off his shirt. You help him get rid of the rest of his clothes and gasp as you see his hardness standing tall and proud. Ok, you definitely needed all that preparation but it will still stretch you out even more once he’s inside you. He takes the condom and rolls it down his length hovering you again.

“I always thought I would take my time once I got a hold of you,” he rubs his dick between your folds, “But seeing you like this, a moaning mess all wet for me, I can’t wait any longer.” He aligns himself at your entrance and slowly pushes in. You grab his shoulders and roll your eyes at the stretch, he’s so thick it feels like he’s gonna rip you apart. “Shit, you feel so good I could cum right now.” He takes a deep breath and hides his face in your neck staying still for a few seconds.

“Please Jongin,” you pull his head to face you, “I need you to move.” You kiss his lips and he kisses back starting to roll his hips into you.

When he sped up his movements you had to break the kiss to moan his name. He kept going deeper inside you with every thrust, getting closer and closer to your sweet spot.

“Right there!” You almost screamed craving your nails on his back. “Oh god, don’t stop.”

Your words just made him go harder and harder chasing his high. He takes one of his hands to your clit wanting you to cum too.

“I’m gonna…” you moan.

“Me too…” he moans back.

And just like that you reach your orgasm clenching around him as he paints the inside of the condom. He leans down and gives you a sloppy kiss.

“Jongin are you watching porn again? I told you not to do this in my room-”

You two try to cover yourselves with the bedsheets as you face a shocked and speechless Areum at the door. 

[bymyside-fic]

Compromise (~2280 words) read on AO3 // AFF

- December 8, 2017 -

“Are you sure you want to head to the shelter today?”

Minho nodded, his eyes tightly shut as he waited for the Wiggenweld Kibum made as soon as they returned from the hospital to take effect. Kibum resettled into bed, combing his fingers lightly through his hair.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, babe.” Gradually, the throbbing ache of his thigh started to dissipate. Enough, at least, for Minho to open his eyes. Kibum smiled as he met his gaze, his expression softening ever so slightly. “We can wait until you’re feeling better.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Kibum let out an exasperated sigh, which made Minho chuckle. "I don't need to even say it, do I?"

Did Kibum need to say that Minho was a bit reckless when it came to injuries? No. That's why he was in this predicament in the first place. But, for Minho's part, he didn't really see going to an animal shelter as reckless.

"No, but really, I'll be just fine. We can apparate there and back again without making me be on my feet too much."

"As long as you use your walker -- " Minho sucked his teeth in disdain, frowning up at Kibum. "It's that or I'm confining you to the house. You can use your crutches in a few weeks, but Healer Talpin said that it'd be best to -- "

"I know, babe, I was there," he grumbled as he tried to sit up, only for Kibum to lean across him, holding him in place. "I just look so dumb when I use it."

"Well if you see anyone making fun of you, just let me know so I can hex them." Minho sniffed a laugh, searching Kibum's blazing eyes. "Look, we're not taking any chances with your recovery, got it?" When Minho started to avert his eyes, Kibum moved his head, staying in his eye line. "What would you do if it were me?"

Well, they both knew the answer to that.

He sighed. "Okay. Walker it is."

The seriousness in Kibum's expression melted away as he smiled, his eyes becoming crescents as he leaned in for a quick kiss. "Good. What do you want to wear today?" he asked as he backed away from Minho, rolling off the bed and heading for their closet.

"Go ahead and choose for me. I trust you."

Even though most of the pain was obliterated now that the Wiggenweld had taken effect, Minho still didn't trust putting too much weight on his leg. Neither did Kibum, so he helped Minho into his jeans and gingerly put his thigh woolen socks and winter boots on while Minho fumbled with and slipped into his sweater.

"Here, can you lift your leg?"

"Mhm."

Kibum reached around, grabbing the strappy brace that Talpin had given Minho to use for a bit of extra support and held it open as he worked it up to and around Minho's thigh. "Is that too tight?" Kibum asked after he had tapped it with the tip of his wand, the straps fastening themselves.

"No, it's just fine. Thanks, sweetheart," he added as Kibum stood.

Kibum smiled down at him, his hand going up to gently cup his cheek as he kissed his forehead. Minho's heart stuttered at the tenderness. It may have been usual before their fight, but in the aftermath...in the absence of anything, the smallest gestures of affection since their reconciliation filled him with such a lingering warmth that carried him throughout the day.

He'd never take it for granted ever again.

At Minho's insistence, they stopped at Sanderson's first before they went out into the No-Maj world. He conjured up some cupholders on his walker while Kibum paid for their drinks, and as soon as they were back outside, Kibum slipped his hand around his arm, twisting on his spot.

It took nearly all of his concentration to keep a hold on his walker as the city swirled around him. When they arrived, Kibum seemed to have taken special care to appear in the alley behind Animal Haven on Centre St.

Kibum tucked his wand into his coat, then grabbed their coffees before they started for the animal shelter.

A wave of warmth greeted them, soon followed by a chorus of distant barking and meowing. "Hello!" the woman wearing a Santa hat behind the counter said, her cheeks just as rosy and her smile just as bright as Santa's himself. The cat curled up on the counter beside her looked up lazily. It deemed them not worth the trouble of getting up any further and tucked its head back into its side. "Just here to look around?" she asked as Kibum helped Minho hobble inside.

The door jingled as it fell shut behind them. The cat's tail twitched at the sound.

"Yes, I think so."

"We might adopt today."

Her eyebrows shot up in interest. "Dogs are back there." She gestured to the hallway behind her, then pointed past the ginger tabby on the counter. "And cats are that way."

"Thank you," Minho said, and Kibum started towards the dogs. He didn't have to turn back around to know that she was watching him curiously.

Kibum held the door open for him, the excited barking echoing around them. German shepherds, pit bulls, and mixes Minho never could have placed watched them as they inspected them. Some hid in the back of their cages, others jumped up on the chain-link gate, tails wagging as they whined for either Minho or Kibum to oblige them or to pass by. Minho stopped to put his hand out for one of the labrador-looking dogs to sniff, but it ended up excitedly licking his hand.

“I wish Jonghyun could have come with us,” Minho said, smiling down at the dog.

“Yeah, it sucks that he had to work.” When Minho looked up, he found Kibum crouching down in front of one of the cages, sticking his fingers through the fence. It took him an annoyingly long time to reach him, but when he did, he smiled.

There were two poodles inside, a red one and a black one, both watching them curiously from the back of their cage. Since he couldn’t crouch beside Kibum, he read the little paper attached to the chain link.

Meet Comme Des (5 y/o, male, red Toy Poodle) and Garcons (2 y/o, male, black Toy Poodle), two adorable, inseparable brothers! Their owner passed away and her remaining family refused to take the boys in, so they are ready to be adopted into a loving home!

He shifted his weight off of his bad leg as he looked back at the puppies.

“The red one looks like the one Grandma used to have.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Minho hummed in thought, glancing up at the sheet of paper again. “Well, I’m good with adopting two puppies if you are.”

“Both?” Kibum asked, a hint of incredulity in his voice. Minho nodded and pointed at the paper, and Kibum stood quickly to read it for himself. “Oh, poor things...Love the names, though.”

“I thought you might.” Kibum sniffed a laugh, patting Minho’s shoulder as he shook his head. “Do we want to head back to the front desk to see if we can adopt them?” Kibum looked up at him, his eyes alight with excitement, and he nodded.

They didn’t leave the shelter with the puppies in tow for another hour, and even then, they debated whether they should disapparate or not, in the end, Minho opted on disapparating alone so he wouldn’t have to be on his feet that much longer and Kibum would take a Magi-Cab home instead of the subway.

He appeared in their room, first, so he could sit while he took off his shoes and coat. Then he fell back, knocking a sigh out of him as he looked up at the starry ceiling. Was this just gonna be his life now? Playing Quidditch and getting injured? Not that it happened often since he started playing professionally, but it happened quite a bit during school. He just...put his all into the game and sometimes that came back to bite him.

Hm…

Maybe Kibum had a point.

Minho pushed himself up, his gaze falling on the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled it open, revealing the Snitches within -- the one with Kibum’s ring, and the one from the last game.

He leaned forward, touching it, setting it aflutter around the room. It zoomed around lazily, Minho's gaze following it.

How many more years did he have, anyway? He just shaved a few off with this injury, but really, how long did he have left? Kibum was right, of course. He did get too passionate sometimes. Too into the game. Minho glanced down at his ankle, the one which -- just like his leg -- had been broken by a Bludger. It still twinged when the weather changed.

Come to think of it, it was aching right now.

What would his next Quidditch injury be? There was bound to be more, with how he went about it. Could he put Kibum through another scare like that?

He had told him the night before they left the hospital after the last of Minho's visitors had left him, that in his worry, he panicked and thought that Minho could have died.

Kibum had brushed off Minho's concern with a laugh, then changed the subject once again to the puppies they were going to adopt.

Speaking of, where was he? He glanced at the empty stairwell as if the thought of Kibum would make him appear.

Wincing, he gingerly swung his leg up onto the bed, sitting back against his pillows. The Snitch came over to inspect him before it flitted away again. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he watched it.

"No," he whispered aloud to the empty room. "I can't."

If they were going be married -- which, of course, they were. As soon as he could kneel again, he was going to propose -- would it be fair or kind to Kibum to put him through that stress every time he played a game? It wouldn't. Especially not with his history of lost loved ones.

No.

He couldn't do that to him.

He reached for his phone and pulled up his and Mercy's texts.

Actually, he should wait a bit, think it through a bit longer. He was almost sure that he was going to go with this decision, but it was better to be absolutely positive. Nodding to himself, he set aside his phone.

As soon as he drew his hand back, the front door cracked open. "Babe?"

"I'm upstairs!" Kibum was accompanied by some high-pitched, probably nervous whining and the rustle of plastic bags. The Snitch drifted over to the stairwell, hovering over it. Possibly to see what the commotion was. Minho pushed himself up. "Do you want my help?"

"No, no, I'm fine." Their little cages were unhinged, and soon the sound of their scurrying on the hardwood floor floated up to him. “Come on, boys,” Kibum said, his voice very high-pitched. “Let’s go outside, yeah?”

Minho sighed, smiling as he listened to Kibum continue to talk to them until the back door swung closed. He resettled on the bed, not feeling all that inclined to get up. He hadn’t realized he had started to drift off until Kibum slid into bed beside him, rousing him.

“Was I asleep?” he asked.

“You were well on your way.” Kibum leaned in, Minho tipping his chin up so Kibum could kiss him. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“You’re a nice thing to wake up to, so it’s okay.”

Kibum’s smile grew. “You’re so sappy.”

“What? You love it.”

“So what if I do?”

Minho had been about to answer, but he held his tongue when Kibum turned around. “Where’s your brother?” he asked, and Minho peered around to see Garcons watching them from the top step. At Kibum’s question, Garcons turned around and hurried back downstairs. “Why do I feel like he understood me?”

And, sure enough, a moment later Garcons returned with Comme Des, who immediately ran in and hopped on their bed, bounding up to Kibum. Garcons was soon to follow, except he directed his attention to Minho, half-standing on his chest, his head cocking to the side as he looked down at Minho.

“Do you think they’ll nap with us?”

“Is that what we were doing?”

“It’s what you were doing and I felt inclined to join you.”

Minho sniffed a laugh. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

Kibum hummed in thought, then slipped down, resting his head on Minho’s shoulder like usual. It only took a few minutes for Garcons to curl up between them and for Comme Des to flop down in the curve of Kibum’s knees. “I think if we’re really still, they’ll fall asleep.”

“That’s usually how it works, yeah.”

Kibum sucked his teeth, and Minho started to laugh quietly. “Don’t make me get some of that extra strength Wiggenweld.”

Minho grinned, meeting Kibum’s eye when he lifted his head. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need that shit to wax eloquent about how amazing you are.”

His dimples appeared as he pursed his lips together in an attempt not to smile, and he rested his head back down on Minho’s shoulder, snuggling a bit closer to him. Minho lifted his head from his pillow to kiss the crown of his head, then let it fall back against his pillow again, his eyes drooping closed once more.

[yourkeeperoftherunners]

Slice of Happiness

Plot: AU His friends say he’s obsessed when they see him paying a visit to a new dessert cafe every week. But who can blame him when the cheesecake tastes like a cloud and the attractive cafe worker is there to serve it with a smile?

Rating: G

Characters: Student!Han (Stray Kids) x Reader (Any gender), plus mention of other members.

Notes: Hope everyone is staying healthy and safe! I needed a break from some of the series I’m writing on AFF and the ideas I have planned on tumblr. In an effort to write something cute and lighthearted, I imagined Han visiting a place for one of his favorite desserts regularly for two good reasons. All settings and events are fictional!

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“YAH! GIVE IT BACK!”

His friend smiles slyly as he holds Jisung’s test far out of reach, moving his arm quickly to keep it away. His eyes drifted to the score written at the top in red ink and he huffs as he pushes the test against Jisung’s chest.

“97! Seriously?” Hyunjin whined as he stared in disbelief. “That’s not fair! I swear Professor Danner hates me.”

Jisung smoothed out his test and stuck it into his bag. He continued to walk with Hyunjin and reassured his friend that maybe next time he’d get an A. As they neared the building for Hyunjin’s next class, Hyunjin checked his watch to see how much time he had before the lesson started.

“I forgot, do you have any more classes today or are you done?” Hyunjin asked.

Jisung shook his head and shifted his bag strap, so it sat higher on his shoulder. “I’m done for today,” he said. “I’m gonna go to the cafe.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and glanced in the direction of said cafe. “You go an awful lot. Is it really worth the hype?”

Jisung nodded as he looked across the street, his mood dropping slightly when he saw the line outside. It was the afternoon and that usually happened to be one of the busiest periods for the spot, based on his observations.

A Spot of...Cafe was the newest business near their university that quickly gained popularity for their coffee and freshly made case offerings. This year they partnered with the university to allow students to use some of their meal plan snack points for payment, which saw a rise in foot traffic for the cafe. Jisung liked their cheesecakes, which were made fresh in house every day.

Minho took him around the time they first opened and unlocked an opening week deal by checking in on Yelp. He got Jisung’s coffee for free and in return, Jisung paid for their desserts, a slice of cheesecake for him and a cream-filled choux bun for Minho. The first bite had him hooked and he couldn’t help but visit at least once a week, just to see what new flavors they had.

“Everything’s made fresh there and the people are really nice,” Jisung explained. “Have you gone yet?”

Hyunjin shook his head and confessed that it was too busy most of the time he went. He checked his watch again and excused himself, saying he had three minutes to take his seat.

“You know how she is if you’re a minute late,” Hyunjin sighed, rolling his eyes at the thought of his professor. “If you see something there I might like, can you get it for me?”

“I mean, I can just wait for you after your class,” Jisung confessed. “I’ll eat dinner then come back here when your class ends, and we go to the cafe together. Besides, it usually dies down after the early afternoon rush.”

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“Say it with me. You. Are. Obsessed,” Seungmin said.

Jisung rolled his eyes as he walked faster, forcing Seungmin to jog to catch up with him. After he put his bag back in his room, Jisung ate a light dinner in the cafeteria and happened to run into Seungmin. The latter asked to join him and Hyunjin at the cafe, saying he wanted to get a tea drink for his throat after a tiring vocal lesson.

“What’s wrong with supporting a small business?” Jisung demanded.

Seungmin shot him a look and he extended a hand beyond his sweater paw to poke Jisung’s stomach. Instead of feeling a soft tummy, his finger prodded a firm area of muscle. This made Jisung push his friend’s hand away and he whined about the other’s assumption that he gained weight from frequent visits to A Spot of...Cafe.

“I work out at least 3 if not 4 or more days a week!” Jisung complained. “Minho can vouch for me – he’s making me take that student yoga class on Tuesdays and Thursdays with him.”

Seungmin sighed and apologized for his assumption. “I’m only looking out for your health.”

“I savor the cheesecake when I eat it!” Jisung shot back. “Besides, they make good cheesecake and I got an A on my test. I say it’s worth the slice!”

Hyunjin cleared his throat as he approached the pair during their mini argument. He crossed his arms over his chest and shot them an amused look.

“We’re talking about that cafe, aren’t we?” Hyunjin mused.

Seungmin nodded and the trio began walking to the crosswalk closest to them. “I said he’s obsessed if he goes at least once a week. That’s a lot of cheesecake to eat.”

“Or he’s in love with someone there,” Hyunjin offered. He turned to look at Jisung and noticed his friend was starting to look a little flushed. A smirk tugged at his lips and he asked Jisung if he liked someone who worked there.

“Yah, why would you say–”

“Oho he does,” Seungmin interrupted. “There’s a server/cashier there that always greets him by name and he gets this little lovesick look in his eyes when they talk to him.”

Jisung ducked his head and began walking faster once the walk sign came on. He heard his friends laughing at his secret and he tried to slip inside the cafe before they could catch up. While the cheesecake had been the main reason he came back to the cafe, it didn’t hurt that the attractive server working there happened to be there whenever he visited. Based on his observations, he figured that you were a co-owner or some kind of manager there, as you often got called over to correct mistakes or answer detailed questions about the case offerings. He overheard you telling a neurotic and persistent customer how you baked gluten-free treats in their own pans and had a set of special utensils designated for handling gluten-free items.

“How sure are you?” the customer demanded.

“Sir, I am the head baker here and I am in charge of handling all of our case items,” you reassured him in a soothing voice. “My cousin has Celiac disease and I bake for her all the time. I made sure to adopt the same practices that I did when I bake at home for her.”

“Jisung! You’re coming in later than usual!” you remarked with a smile. “How’s this week treating you, my friend?”

He lifted his head and allowed a small smile to cross his lips. “Yeah I was waiting for a friend to get out of class so we could go together. I’m doing well Sunbae – I got a 97 on my Korean History exam.”

You flashed him a thumbs-up and gestured to the case. “You know I always have the New York Cheesecake, but today I did a Strawberry Swirl and a Lemon Lime one for the summer. I’m afraid we ran out of Chocolate Decadence this morning – sorry!”

“Oh that’s okay,” he said as he studied the shelf with the cheesecakes. “Hmmm...how about Strawberry today?”

“Can we split that? It sounds good,” Hyunjin spoke up as he joined Jisung.

Jisung looked over at him and tried not to pout in front of you. Normally he was hard-pressed to share his treat with anyone else, but he didn’t want to seem rude in front of you.

Seungmin clapped a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder and added that Hyunjin would buy the slice for Jisung if they shared it. This made Hyunjin snap his head toward their friend and you couldn’t help but laugh at the turn of events.

Before Hyunjin could protest, Seungmin stepped up and greeted you politely, ordering a hot tea drink with yuzu, honey, and mint in it. You rang up his order and asked for his payment.

“You take our student snack points?” Seungmin asked.

“Yes we do,” you replied as you accepted his student ID card. You swiped it and watched as the register noted the payment. The drawer popped open and you shut it, before handing over his card and receipt. “I’ll bring that over to you.”

Seungmin thanked her as he left to find a table and Hyunjin sighed as he agreed to buy Jisung’s cheesecake.

“We can get a big slice and you can eat most of it,” Hyunjin promised. He moved to the register and ordered one slice of the Strawberry Swirl cheesecake, along with a decaf coffee.

Jisung thanked him before joining Seungmin at a table in the corner. They watched as Hyunjin pocketed his ID and waited for you to fill a mug with decaf coffee for him.

“Free refills during this visit okay?” you said as you handed him the mug.

“Oh that’s nice, thank you,” Hyunjin murmured with a smile.

“Course, and I’ll get that cheesecake ready for you,” you replied.

Hyunjin carried his mug over to the table and slowly sat down. He raised the mug to his lips and blew on it. He took a tiny sip and looked thoughtful for a moment.

“They didn’t burn it and it tastes better than the cafeteria coffee,” he whispered.

“Anywhere is better than the cafeteria coffee,” Seungmin groaned. “I don’t drink it, but Chris told me that they constantly burn it and sometimes the machine has overflowed. They really need to get it fixed.”

Jisung nodded as he watched you remove the Strawberry Swirl cheesecake from the case. You carried it to the back counter and pulled out a clean cutting knife for his slice. Carefully, you placed the slice onto a plate and grabbed two forks and napkins. The plate, forks, and napkins were placed on a serving tray and you accepted the tea drink from your barista.

“Here we are guys,” you announced as you walked over. You placed the tea in front of Seungmin and then put the slice between Jisung and Hyunjin. “Let me know if you need refills or if you need more honey in the tea.” You carried the tray back to the counter, then headed to the back to check on some of the cookies you were putting on the top shelf.

“Whoa, that’s a BIG slice,” Seungmin emphasized. He grinned knowingly at Jisung, who ignored him as he reached for a fork and cut off a small piece to try.

He closed his eyes as the soft cream cheese, combined with bits of strawberry and strawberry puree hit his tongue. Combined with the graham cracker crust, it was perfection.

“It is good,” Hyunjin spoke up. He glanced at Jisung who was slowly withdrawing the fork from his mouth to reach for another piece. “Ah, are you going to eat it this slowly?”

Jisung scowled at him as he cut a bigger piece off with his fork.

“You have to savor it!” he insisted before parting his lips to to eat the second bite.

Seungmin sighed as he blew on his tea.

“Looks like we’re gonna be here a while...”

[artificialqueens]

REUNITED 🖤 (Biadore) - Lemonade

Summary: Based on the recent Biadore reunion.

Roy looked for Danny in the sea of people bustling around the airport. They hadn’t agreed to meet, but it was an unspoken occurrence in their relationship. Whenever someone was coming home from a long tour, the other would be waiting for them to get off their flight with open arms.

Roy braced himself to be charged at with full speed at any moment. Since he couldn’t see Danny, he wouldn’t know exactly when to plant his feet firmly on the ground, and steady his balance to accommodate the koala hug he always came home to.

5 minutes… 10 minutes… 20 minutes…

Roy still stood in the same place waiting for Danny. He didn’t wanna move, or sit; Which would make it harder for Danny to find him.

Another ten minutes passed. Roy huffed, his patience wearing thin. He just wanted to see Danny and be back in his own apartment.

Roy pulled out his phone, shaking his head. “If this kid’s still asleep,” he mumbled under his breath, more with the fond annoyance he always had towards Danny rather than the actual aggravation he would feel towards anybody else.

Willow 🥰💕👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💍

Are you at the airport?

Willow 🥰💕👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💍

I don’t see you.

Dan ❤️💋

Nah

The one worded text from Danny let all the air out of Roy’s body. Danny always picked him up from the airport. He always had flowers, or a cute little gift for Roy. He always welcomed him back with a hug that recharged the life in Roy.

Roy couldn’t remember the last time he came home from tour without Danny’s one man welcoming committee. His mind had a hard time wrapping around the fact that Danny wasn’t gonna come running at him and—Fuck. Roy couldn’t believe he was crying over this.

Roy quickly wiped his eyes dry with the back of his hand. He ordered an Uber home, texting Danny a simple “K.” in response.

——

With help from someone who worked in the apartment complex Roy lived in, he got all of his luggage up to his apartment in one trip. He fumbled with the keys, missing the lock a few times. It was hard for Roy to do small tasks when he was upset, a disconnect happened between his brain and body.

The keys fell out of Roy’s grip once he pushed the door open. The small inconvenience almost made all of Roy’s pent up emotions blow until his fingers grazed a soft rose petal. He looked up, dozens of the rich red petal’s created a pathway to his bedroom. Roy let out a sigh of relief. He quickly drug the heavy suitcases into his apartment, tossing the keys on his kitchen counter.

The pathway into his bedroom lead to the bathroom. His face momentarily twisted in confusion until his need for Danny outweighed his want for convention.

Roy felt all the tension leave his muscles when he saw Danny standing in his bathroom, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a welcoming smile on his face. Roy grabbed Danny’s waist, pulling him in for a tight hug. Roy buried his face in Danny’s neck, finding comfort in the familiarity. Roy squeezed Danny impossibly closer, holding him like that for a while while their hug breathed new life into the both of them.

When Roy finally felt like he wouldn’t crumble if Danny let go he pulled away, pressing a kiss to Danny’s cheek. His fingers ran through Danny’s newly dark hair, their eyes focused on each other. “You dyed your hair?”

“Yeah, you like it?”

Roy smiled warmly, “You look like you again.”

Danny bit his lip, looking down as he blushed. Nobody made him feel the way Roy did.

“I’m happy to see you,” Roy brought Danny’s attention back to him. “I thought you were ditching me when you said you weren’t at the airport,” Roy chuckled the way he did when something actually hurt his feelings but he didn’t want to say it did.

Danny’s expression fell. “Oh, no, of course not! I missed you so much, Willow!” He chastely kissed Roy’s lips. “I just thought you’d be really exhausted when you came home so I wanted to have this ready for you,” Danny pulled back Roy’s shower curtain to reveal a bubble bath. “It’s warm and I put relaxing bath salts in it!” Danny beamed at him.

Roy smiled, laughing at himself now that he realized why Danny hadn’t picked him up. He really had to work on jumping to heartbreaking conclusions when it came to Danny—An unhealthy habit of Danny’s that Roy had managed to acquire overtime.

Danny handed Roy his flowers. The bouquet sparkled with accent gems & glitter that the florist must have sprayed on them. “They’re beautiful,” Roy said. Danny half expected Roy to make a comment about it being the gayest bouquet of flowers he had ever seen because—well they were. To his surprise, Roy didn’t bite. “I’m gonna put them in the bedroom,” Roy happily said as he still admired the pink flowers.

The last bouquet Danny had bought him withered while he was away. Before throwing them out he plucked one from the vase, putting it in the back of a heavy book. Roy always kept a flower from every bouquet he received. The ones from Danny were kept separate from the ones he got from friends and fans.

“C’mon baby, the water’s gonna get cold.” Danny called from the bathroom as Roy placed the vase on his nightstand.

“I like cold baths,” Roy said as he joined Danny.

“Ew,” Danny giggled, Roy pecked the tip of Danny’s nose, turning Danny into the embodiment of the 🥺 emoji.

“You’re cute,” Roy teased.

“You’re cute,” Danny returned, running his hands through Roy’s hair and giving the long locks a slight tug. God, he hoped Roy kept his hair that length.

Danny’s hands smoothed over Roy’s shoulders and arms, then down his sides until his fingertips were at the hem of Roy’s shirt. “I missed touching you,” Danny whispered in Roy’s ear, causing a shiver and a trail of goosebumps up his spine. Roy groaned. He knew this bath wouldn’t stay innocent for long.

Danny gently pulled Roy’s shirt over his head. He licked his lips as his eyes drank in the sight of Roy shirtless in front of him, his hands resting on Roy’s hips. “I promise to let you relax first,” Danny said more to remind himself than to ease Roy, who very clearly didn’t have a problem with either option.

Roy kicked off his shoes and socks before letting Danny unzip his pants. With one motion both jeans and boxers were on the floor. Danny didn’t look. If he looked, he’d have to taste. Danny really, really wanted Roy to enjoy his bath first.

With a helping hand from his love, Roy stepped into the tub, wasting no time sinking down into the warm water. Danny felt a sense of accomplishment when Roy’s eyes fell shut and he leaned his head back. “Good?”

“Good,” Roy hummed. He offered his hand to Danny, peaking at him through one eye. “C’mon, don’t make me take this bath alone.”

“It’s funny you thought I would.” Danny quickly stripped and put his hair in a messy bun so he could join Roy.

“Careful,” Roy advised as he guided Danny onto the slippery surface.

Danny sat facing Roy, moving closer to him until he could wrap his legs around Roy’s waist and his arms around his neck. Danny laid his head down on Roy’s shoulder, content with the position they found themselves in. “Comfy?” Danny asked, not wanting to put his own need for physical affection before Roy’s comfort.

“Mhm,” Roy hummed, his fingertips tracing patterns into Danny’s back. Danny snuck a look at Roy. His eyes were closed again, his face losing the lines of expression. Danny smiled to himself, kissed Roy’s chest, and laid his head back down on Roy’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Danny said quietly, weakly—as if he was scared Roy wouldn’t say it back for some reason.

Roy kissed the top of Danny’s head, “I love you, too.”

When the water had lost it’s soothing warmth, Danny decided it was time to end their bath. His lips ghosted over Roy’s collarbone, latching onto the skin of his neck. Danny coaxed a low moan out of Roy as he sucked on the sensitive area. His tongue ran over the budding bruise.

Danny licked from the base of Roy’s neck to the shell of his ear. Roy’s eyes rolled back when Danny dipped his tongue inside, his nipples stiffening. Danny kissed down Roy’s neck, to his shoulder, lavishing his bicep with attention. Roy’s hand pressing into Danny’s back was a comforting pressure, encouraging him to continue.

Plump lips kissed a pathway across Roy’s tan chest. The short hairs grazing his lips ignited an animalistic hunger in Danny. His hands splayed over Roy’s pecs, teasing his hardened nipples. Danny roughly pinched then tugged on them, Roy’s gasp melted into a moan as Danny rolled them between his fingers.

“Gorgeous,” Danny said as he continued to toy with Roy’s nipples. Roy fought the urge to deny the compliment. Roy didn’t think much of himself physically. Didn’t think he was so beautiful that he deserved to have someone like Danny calling him gorgeous with a handful of his tits, but here they were anyway.

The only way Roy could keep his mouth shut was to keep it busy. His hands caressed up Danny’s sides, moving into his hair to let it down from the bun Danny had put it in. Roy’s fingers combed through the dark locks so they wouldn’t tangle on Danny when they made love. His fingers fanned out in soft hair, teasing Danny’s sensitive scalp.

The gentle hand massaging his scalp quickly transformed into a fist full of hair pulling Danny to Roy’s lips. Their kiss was anything but tamed. Time wasn’t wasted as they happily welcomed each other’s tongues into their mouths. Roy nipped Danny’s bottom lip as Danny panted into the kiss.

Roaming hands and needy kisses could only hold them over for so long. Roy squeezed Danny’s asscheeks possessively before breaking up their make out. “Bed?”

To his surprise, Danny shook his head no. Roy thought that’s where the night was heading, but he was always just as happy to hold Danny as he was to have him.

“Take me now, here. I need you,” Danny plead.

Oh.

Roy wasn’t a fan of the thought if he was being honest. “I can’t do everything I wanna do to you in here,” Roy’s voice was particularly gravely, Danny’s thighs quivered at the sound. “And I want you to be comfortable. And safe.”

Danny smiled, affectionately rolling his eyes at Roy. Some days it was harder than others to get his lover to break out of his shell. Today, bath sex wasn’t a hill Danny was ready to die on. He nuzzled his nose with Roy’s, scratching through Roy’s stubble before kissing him. “Mkay,” Danny said against Roy’s lips.

Danny got up first, offering to help Roy step out onto the bathmat. Grabbing a towel, Roy quickly dried Danny off. The lush fabric teased his inner thighs as Roy ran the towel down them.

“Gimme,” Danny snatched the towel away, returning the favor of drying Roy off. “You’re fucking sexy,” Danny purred, throwing the wet towel onto the floor. Before Roy could make a comment about the mess Danny pulled him into a sweltering kiss.

Tattooed fingers pressed harshly into Roy’s jawline. Danny nearly kissed his lips raw. “Take me,” Danny desperately breathed into Roy’s mouth. “Need to feel you,” he panted. “Want you inside me…Please, Daddy.”

A rush of adrenaline took over Roy’s body as Danny begged for him. “I’m gonna be so good to you, babygirl. Gonna give you everything you want.” Roy pressed a firm kiss to Danny’s lips before pulling away. With all the strength in his body Roy lifted Danny into his arms, carrying him a few steps into the bedroom before tossing Danny onto the bed.

Danny moaned when he hit the mattress, left completely breathless by the move. Danny loved being manhandled by Roy. The sight of his lover crawling over him with dark hunger in his eyes dried Danny’s throat out. He wrapped his whole body around Roy, needing the secure feeling of skin on skin. The weight of Roy’s cock against him made Danny twitch. His own already fully hard and leaking.

Roy leaned down. His lips ghosted over Danny’s cheek and jaw. He teased Danny’s pulse point, making his lover whine and squirm beneath him just by breathing on the sensitive area. Roy smirked, pressing a small kiss where he teased. “You’re incredible,” Roy praised. One of his hands came to a rest on Danny’s stomach, knowing the simple touch would make Danny’s muscles jump.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” Roy growled into Danny’s ear, his hot breath had Danny’s eyes rolling back. Danny whimpered at the question, the promise of being fucked going straight to his balls.

“Love on me,” Danny said softly.

“You want me to love you, angel?”

Danny nodded his head, shyly smiling up at Roy.

Roy traced Danny’s lips with his thumb. “Okay.”

——

“You’re perfect. So amazing, princess. Did you like that? I fucking know you did,” Roy cooed to Danny as he nuzzled behind his ear. “I love you so much, angel. Daddy’s girl.”

Danny whined, leaning into Roy. He turned around in Roy’s arms to face him. Slender fingers traced the outline of a red-ish purple bruise on the side of Roy’s neck. Danny pressed his finger into it. “Mine.”

“Ow! Brat!” Roy chuckled, smacking Danny’s hand away.

Danny giggled at Roy’s response. Deciding to test his luck, Danny repeated the process on a hickey placed directly in the middle of Roy’s throat. “Mine.”

“Fuck! Stop doing that!” Roy‘s tone a little more serious than before.

“Sorry. ‘M love you,” Danny pecked Roy’s lips. Roy couldn’t help but to melt into Danny.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“You do?” Danny punctuated his sentence with a nip to Roy’s bottom lip.

“I do.” Reluctantly, Roy had to break away from Danny’s kiss. He hide his surprise in the one place he knew Danny wouldn’t find it; no matter how many times he snuck into Roy’s apartment when Roy wasn’t home.

Roy’s hand slid under his mattress (Danny never made the bed). He pulled out a few papers that Danny didn’t have to read as Roy immediately started to explain himself. “Since we’re going to Palm Springs to look at that house we liked, I thought we could stay at hotel for a day or two—a dog friendly one so we can bring the babies. I booked us an entire day at a spa. It’ll be nice to spend some time with you, Dan.”

Danny pouted, tears beginning to glisten in his eyes.

“Aw, angel,” Roy held Danny’s face. “Don’t—“

Danny shook his head. “They’re happy. I’m really happy. I’ve missed you— a lot.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“It was really long.”

“I know,” Roy swiped away some of Danny’s tears. “That’s why I think we can use this.” He kissed the back of Danny’s hand. “I know all of this time away from each other has been hurting us. I know it’s hurting you, and our relationship. Things have been weird, and different. I know—“ he reassured Danny. “I know. I wanna try to make it a little better, though. As much as we can before you gotta leave.”

Danny crawled into Roy’s arms for a hug. Roy was always the talker of their relationship, and Danny was the toucher. While long talks and explanations of feelings helped Roy through a situation, being loved or loving helped Danny.

Danny nuzzled Roy’s cheek, kissing the indentation of his dimple. “I still want you.” Danny’s small voice took Roy off guard. “Even though it’s been weird and some things are kinda different,” Danny looked into Roy’s eyes. “I still want you—and this. I love this,” Danny giggled.

Roy couldn’t help but to smile. Danny’s not-so-serious attitude cut a lot of the tension in these situations—made Roy feel better most times. Roy cupped Danny’s face, meeting him half way for a kiss.

“I have another surprise for you,” Roy said against Danny’s lips.

“Is it your dick?” Danny teased, kissing Roy a bit rougher than before.

“Would my dick really be a surprise?”

Danny shrugged. Roy laughed into his mouth.

“I don’t think you’re gonna be as happy about this one.”

——

Danny grimaced, “Are you sure?” His fingers ran through Roy’s hair as Roy sat in front of him.

“A hundred percent.”

“I love your long hair,” Danny whined, twirling his fingers in the curly strands.

Roy chuckled, “I could do it on my own, you know. I wasn’t going for the full Britney fantasy, but—“

“No! I’ll do it!”

Roy smirked. He knew Danny would cave instantly.

The buzzing from the trimmer rung in Roy’s ears. Danny reluctantly brought the razor to the start of Roy’s hairline, gently guiding it to the nape of his neck in a smooth motion.

Roy didn’t have much hair to begin with. Danny brushed the itchy pieces off of Roy’s shoulders once he was done. “You’re still fucking sexy.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna love me even when I’m bald?”

Danny laughed, nodding his head. He mounted Roy. Roy’s hands always finding their way to Danny’s ass. “It looks good,” Danny reassured. “I love your short hair, too.”

——

Danny gasped. “Look at the windows!” The house they had come to look at had a beautiful view into a private backyard. Danny squeezed Roy’s hand in excitement.

“I’ll give you two some time to look around on your own,” the woman selling the house allowed Danny and Roy their privacy.

“Do you like it?” Roy asked, examining the well decorated sitting room.

“It’s bougie as hell.” A house like this was something Danny thought he’d only ever see on TV. Living here would be a complete dream.

Roy sat in one of the chairs in front of the wall length windows. Danny smiled at him, making his way across the room to sit in Roy’s lap. “You look like you’re at home.”

The place was nice. Private too. Roy could see himself and Danny living a pretty happy life here. The home was definitely big enough to start a family in. “I feel like I am.” Roy’s grip on Danny’s thigh tightened. “What do you think, really? Do you like this place?”

Danny happily nodded. “It’s beautiful. That backyard is sick.” Danny leaned down to catch Roy’s lips in a kiss. “And I want you to fuck me against those windows,” he growled into Roy’s mouth.

“Then we better put an offer in,” Roy smirked before rekindling their kiss.

——

Their mini vacation was everything they needed. Two days of alone time together, a possible new house, and an amazing spa day left the two refreshed and recharged.

Back at home Roy and Danny got ready for a night out at Mickey’s. Roy always looked so handsome. He was sleek in all black, the added touches of earrings and a necklace was a choice that made Danny’s mouth water.

Danny took just a bit longer to get ready, focusing more on his hair and makeup. They always ended up in the same position: Danny putting the finishing touches on in the bathroom mirror while Roy sat on the side of the tub holding Danny’s free hand until he was finished.

Warmth spread throughout Roy’s chest as he watched Danny crimp the last few pieces of his hair. He couldn’t help but to pull out his phone for a photo. Roy had an entire album of candid pictures of Danny that he loved looking back on in time’s of missing him. When he was cooped up all alone in a hotel room, remembering the moments behind each photo lightened up his day.

“All done?” Roy asked.

Danny re-crimped a piece of hair. “All done!”

“You’re beautiful, my angel,” Roy stood with Danny’s hand still in his, pecking Danny on the cheek.

Danny kissed Roy’s lips before tugging him out of the bathroom. “I’m so excited!” He pulled Roy through his apartment. “We haven’t been to Mickey’s together in forever!” The front door slammed behind them as they left for the night.

[jupitersson]

What are the c4 like when they’re sick and how do the others react/help/take care of them?

How did you know I’m a slut for sick!hcs

So this’ll be a mix of headcanons and like a singular moment in time where one fo them was sick bc trying to hc all sick reactions is a Lot

Cam is very much the type of person to realize he’s sick and try to fight through it so people don’t worry. He won’t let people know he’s sick, he’ll try to play it off if they ask, because he doesn’t want to fall behind or miss anything.

One time, Cam came to school with a horrible case of the flu. He had a raging fever, was sweating and shivering in his seat, and every time he stood up to do anything black spots danced in his vision. This immediately pings the other three, but they don’t outright acknowledge it because they know Cam will shut them down as soon as they mention him possibly going home. They text about a course of action for a bit and decide to have Sasha approach him, Jamie teasing her by saying to “use your feminine wiles to entice him into bed so he’ll sleep.” But, before Sasha can even start her best work, Cam actually passes out, which scares the living shit out of all of them because he kinda just slumps in his chair and then tips to the side. Aff is instructed to get him to the nurse, and Sasha manages to convince their teacher to go with Cam to the nurse. He ends up getting called out because he’s running a fever of 103F, and they all end up back at the Solomon house by the end of the day, Aff making Cam “a special soup that my dad always makes when I’m sick.” They all end up cuddling in Cam’s gigantic fucking bed (lbr kid probably has a California King), and if they all end up sick and have to be taken care of by Cam in turn, well it’s just his comeuppance for not staying home in the first place.

I feel like Aff is the kid who’s always on the edge of being sick. Like, they’ll be sniffling a little, but they’re not totally sick, y’know? But when they actually get sick, they get SICK. Like, the one time the others actually saw them sick, they had a combination of the flu, strep throat, and hand-foot-and-mouth disease. Since they were so contagious, only Mr. Flowers was allowed to see them and care for them, and they were out of school for three weeks because of their ongoing illnesses. Lots of FaceTimeing was done, at least once their sore throat abated, and the three of them would leave lots of soup with Mr. Flowers to give to Aff bc it was the only thing that didn’t kill their throat. By the time they came back to school, Sasha, Cam, and Jamie all latched onto them and demanded that they never get sick again because it was an awful three weeks to go without them in class. Who else was gonna throw books at fake birds?

Sasha doesn’t get sick often, and if they’re being honest, Cam’s not sure if Sasha had been sick more than a handful of times during the entirety of their relationship. She always seemed above sickness, like if a virus tried anything, her white blood cells would berate it with the scathing bite that Sasha herself had. However, after the stress and the gunshot, Sasha does get an infection in the wound while laid up in the hospital. They’re able to catch it quickly, but it still scares Cam, Aff, and Jamie. To see Sasha so... not herself... it really worried all of them. Cam was the only one with any range of movement to visit Sasha often, so he was the messenger between all of their rooms. He held her hand throughout her shivers and sweating and told her about the progress of Aff and Jamie’s healing, and she’d nod and try to listen before falling asleep. It was rough for them, esp since Jamie and Aff couldn’t visit her, but they all got through it stronger.

There has never been a day where Jamie has appeared sick to any of the ot4, until they all got into a relationship, that is. It wasn’t uncommon for Jamie to skip school, so on any normal day, they would just assume they were at the quarry hideout smoking or testing some new concoction. They’d all pile in Aff’s four horsepower truck and drive over, and it’d be normal. But this one time Jamie didn’t show up, they all went to the quarry and found Jamie red in the face and shivering on the ground of the hideout, wrapped in a quilt that had definitely once been Aff’s. They all rushed Jamie out of the hideout and back to their house, Aff dropping Cam off to grab his car so he could get some cold medicine and the ingredients for Aff’s sickness soup (and painkillers, once they pried some symptoms out of Jamie. they felt ache-y all over). Aff made their special soup with the assistance of Cam while Sasha helped Jamie through a shower so that they could rinse the sweat. And then, with some soup in them, like the last time Cam was sick, they all piled in for snuggles. This time, though, none of them got sick. Aff attributed it to the fact that they all had some soup.

[thecasinowolf]

Sensory Overload

It wasn’t often that Chronos, Zephyr, Cider, Seth, and Cas would head out to go shopping. There wasn’t a lot of time, constantly being in hiding. But they were running low on supplies, and because of the location they moved to just recently: the only store nearby was a grocery store, a dangerous place to be for criminals. But they had to. So, to avoid suspicion, they all decided to go. They’d all head in, collect and buy supplies separately, and head out. Very simple. Chronos told the group that they would most easily go unnoticed if they went when it was most busy, something they all agreed to. Something... one reluctantly agreed to. About five minutes in to this mission, Seth was taking a look at candles. They ran out of the ones Seris brought over, and it would be wrong if they just kept asking him for candles: so Seth was in charge of buying more. As he entered the isle, he felt a nose butt at his leg. Groaning, he looked over and saw Cas’ stylist, Garnet.

  “Jesus, wha-wha-what do you-” He was about to scold the dog for being annoying, but noticed she was unaccompanied. Uh oh. “Where i-i-is he?” Seth muttered, a bit of worry in his voice.   “He told me to go get you, follow me!” The german shepard said playfully, before taking off with Seth following. He thought about what could have happened. He was supposed to be getting tools for any sticky situations they might end up in, did he get recognized? But when Garnet led him to the tool isle, he noticed his dragon boyfriend seeming a bit... panicked. Cautiously, Seth approached him.   “Hey, hey, hey, woah, what’s go-...ing o-on?” Seth asked. Cas shook his head, he was covering his ears and whimpering. He didn’t meet the coyote’s golden eyes, he just shook his head and whimpered.   “It’s too loud,” Garnet said, taking a seat next to Seth. “And too bright. At least, that’s what he said.” Seth nodded, and just kind of... looked at him. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? What was wrong?   “Are y-...ou okay?” Seth asked, giving Cas a small pat of assurance, but he shook his head again.   “It’s loud...there’s too much going on,” He muttered, shuffling in place nervously. Seth looked around, no one seemed to be looking at them; which was good. He didn’t want to cause a scene.    “I... see. I’m so-s-so-s-sorry,” Seth said, petting his head softly. “Um...can I do-do-do-do something to help you?” Seth asked softly.   “No... I dunno... I haven’t been out in a while... I... I forgot that this was something that affected me,” Cas grumbled, pressing his wrists harder against his fins.   “Wha-wha-what’s affe-...cting you?” Seth questioned. He was shitty at handling these kinds of things. If only Chronos were here... well, knowing Chronos: he’d probably make things worse. He’s all knowledge but no help.   “Everything...! It’s loud! I hear footsteps, and the lights, and the carts, a-and talking and, and, and!” Cas bit the collar of his shirt, muffling his words. Seth turned to Garnet, but she just sat there, pawing nervously at the ground. No help. Thanks, Gar.   “We-we-well... uh... you-you-you could step outside for a second. I’ll gra-...ab the stuff real quick and I’ll meet you out there, aight? I’ll grab the shit for bo-bo-both of us. If Chronos has a problem with that he can ki-ki-kiss my ass, he coulda done this himself,” Seth said, half joking. Cas giggled a bit and nodded, before grabbing Garnet by the leash and quickly heading out. Seth looked around, grabbed some shit he thought they could use. Wire cutters and pocket knives. Sure, they had enough tools, this was fine. Then he began walking to the candles, on the way there he saw Zephyr. He rolled his eyes before trying to continue.   “What’re those for?” Zephyr asked, noticing the tools in his hand.   “Chronos didn’t spe-...cify what we nee-needed,” Seth scoffed.   “Weren’t you on candle duty-”   “Goddamnit Zeph, mind your own bu-bu-business,” Seth groaned. “I’m going to the candles. What duty were YOU on, I do-...on’t see anything in your hands,” Seth commented.   “Ah-! Well, I was on tech duty,” Zeph began, before getting cut off by Seth snickering.   “Gross, Zeph, you sa-sa-said duty,” Seth laughed, Zephyr sighed. Jesus. He always made a joke about everything.   “ANYWAYS. I wasn’t sure WHAT parts I was getting, because Cider and Chronos were getting stuff for Poker Goat, so THAT’s not for me to do. So I was just going to check. But like I was going to ask, weren’t you on candle duty? Cas was supposed to get tools, what happened to him?” Zephyr pressed, Seth started walking away but Zeph followed him in to the candle isle.   “He had to... do something. Right quick. So I to-to-to-took his place,” Seth shrugged, and nabbed a few candles before beginning to leave again.   “He had to DO something? What could he have-”   “Good talk, Zeph, see you later. Tell apple bitch and Chro that I’m heading out,” Seth gave him a quick peace sign before heading to check out, Zephyr sighed. He never explained anything. But being vague was his specialty or whatever. Once Seth had checked out, he quickly made his way outside the store, where Cas was sitting on a bench near the carts; listening to music, with his head in his knees. Seth slowly made his way over and sat next to him, when Cas looked up, he looked... exhausted. “Damn. Must hate sho-...opping as much as I do,” Seth teased. Cas nodded, and stared off in to the distance. Seth glanced around and squeezed his wrist gently. “Hey, what ha-...ppened in there?” Cas sighed and put his head on Seth’s shoulder.   “I’m sorry for embarrassing you like that. But it was noisy. I couldn’t handle it. I hate crowds. They make me feel overwhelmed. Well... I mean... I guess it’s not JUST crowds. You know how I cover my ears all the time, even when we’re just at home?” Cas asked, taking his earbuds out.   “Yeah, whenever Chro starts fussing about something with someone, and I tell him to shu-...ut up because he’s scaring you,” Seth grumbles.   “Yeah...” Cas smiles a bit, “But also... when Cider drops something, or Zeph walks a little too loud, or a wack fighty action scene is going on on TV,” he lists. “I dunno... noises in general. I hate them. No one understands when I talk about it. I mean, isn’t it kinda RUDE to just go ‘stop talking, and walking, and breathing, and chewing because I hate you and you make me want to put my eardrums through a wood chipper’?” “Huh... yeah... I ge-ge-get it, kinda...” Seth nods. They both sat in silence for a bit, before Cas started crying. Startled, Seth quickly pulled him off the bench, in to a tight hug. “Woah! Hey! Do-...on’t do that! What’s wrong??”   “I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I wish I was normal. I looked so stupid having a meltdown in there. I wanted to do more than cover my ears I wanted to flap and and and and scream and and and and and cry and and and-”   “Shhh shhh shhh... shhh, hey. No you were fine, you were okay. God, no one’s nor-nor-nor-...mal. Don’t pu-pu-put yourself down ov-ov-over it. You did your best to stay calm and I respect that,” Seth whispered, patting him on the back.   “I’m so childish. I wish I could just deal with it but... I can’t. I just can’t. I didn’t do what Chronos asked and now I’m sobbing like a fucking toddler and-”   “Shhhhh. If you’re wo-wo-worried about ginger fucking Elsa ge-ge-getting after you for not getting a few tools I’ll yell at him before he yells at you. And if anyone judges you for crying I’ll bite their eyes out. They can’t watch if they can’t see,” Seth grins. Cas buried his face further into Seth’s chest, mumbling and sobbing.   “I’m such an idiot. I can be better than this. I cry and the stupidest shit.”   “You’re fine, Cas,” Seth grumbled, running his hands through his lover’s hair. He knew he had seen glimpses of his mental health issues before but... this was the first time he’d seen it get this bad. Maybe this meant he finally trusted him enough to let him see this side of him. That thought made him smile a bit. Cas trusted him. He was trustworthy. Fuck all that other noise, SOMEONE trusted him. “Hey, since those assholes are gonna be a while,” Seth said, breaking the silence, and slowly pushing Cas’ head away. “Why don’t we just head home? If we forgot some shit I’ll come back and get it. Tell me if Chro yells at you, I’ll beat his ass.”   “Yeah, okay,” Cas smiled nervously. “Okay.” With that, they started to head home. “I’m really sorry about all of that...” Cas whispered. “I swear I’m not usually this bad, I-”   “Didn’t I te-te-tell you to shu-...ut up?” Seth growled, grabbing his hand. “You are FI-...INE. Come on,” Seth said, pulling him along. Even if he didn’t really understand, he would do anything he could to help Cas feel safe wherever they were. He was his top priority, aside from world domination and snacks. He would keep him safe. He would protect him.

[norisxfics]

Seven Going on One: Part 5

Poster by: Alexaflynn 

Rated: R for smut

Genre: Smut/Gangbang

Characters: Got7, Da-eun(oc)

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

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"Hey can you get me the usual?" The male said as he settled on the bar stool. The woman smiled at him and rolled her eyes playfully as she poured a glass of whiskey for the man, setting it in front of him "Aren't I older than you? Who said you can speak to informally to me?" The man smirked, taking the glass in her hand before taking a swig of his drink "Didn't you call me daddy the other night? Pretty sure after that we established that you're the one who has to speak formally to me, no?" The woman rolled her eyes again and crossed her arms over her chest "Let's keep our sex life separate from our personal lives yeah?" Another customer came in and ordered a drink so she tended to them, but when she wasn't tending to them it became quiet between her and her friend "So, what's on your mind?" She looked up at the man and raised a brow "nothing's on my mind," 

"Oh don't give me that, you're pretty obvious when you're thinking about things, you start biting on your lip a lot,"

"I guess I do..."

"What's on your mind? And don't try lying or avoiding the topic, I've known you long enough to know something is up,"

The bartender let out a sigh "Well...remember how I told you I have feelings for someone?"

"Yeah?"

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Daeun was helping out a rich couple figure out their home decor for their new home, they had discussed their preferences and so on but once they finished discussing they brought up a topic that made Daeun's ear twitch, she tried not to be obvious with her interest into the topic as she listened to her customers.

"So this might be a bit of a very personal request, we understand if you refuse, but my husband and I are into some...kinky stuff and were wondering if you could help us build a room for these types of things in our spare room..."

Daeun blushed a bit and hesitantly spoke "I haven't done something like that before but it is something I've looked into before and would like to learn more about, I can try my best to help you out..." The couple smiled and let out a sigh of relief "We get really into it we trying to go for a full BDSM style room, so if it gets too burdensome by all means don't be afraid to tell us,"

Daeun shook her head "N-no don't worry! Actually, maybe I can help you out with that for free if maybe you-...ah well never mind forget I said anything!" Daeun blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment, these are your clients you idiot you shouldn't be getting personal with them she thought to herself.

"No, it's okay, what were you going to say? You don't have to hesitate with us!" The husband spoke up. 

"Well..." Daeun lifted her head and fiddled with her fingers "I know I'm out of place asking this, but maybe I can help you with the room in favor of you teaching me about how BDSM works, I've been really interested in it and recently I've had an offer to be owned but I know nothing," Her heart was racing and she felt herself become hot from embarrassment and nervousness, "I-if that's okay with Mr. and Mrs. Kim that is..."

The couple chuckled and nodded "Sure, we can teach you, you have my phone number so we can meet up anytime you like, I can take you to some parties and gatherings to learn as well,"

"Parties and gatherings?"

"Yes we have sex dungeons and things like that, it's for people who are into BDSM and want to share their life style, to learn and share and watch, or meet potential partners," Mrs. Kim explained.

When the meeting was over Daeun went to a furniture store to look for options for her clients that could match their needs. She sat down on one of the sofa's and enjoyed how comfortable it was. She closed her eyes and remembered the night she had with Jinyoung.

His fingers moved up along her skin before cupping her breasts, squeezing them. His lips latched onto the skin of her neck and he began to suck on that spot "Jinyoung..." his name escaping her lips with a soft breathy tone. Jinyoung pulled his hands away and lifted her shirt off, tossing it onto the ground. He began to suck on her collarbone, leaving a mark there as well as his hands snaked behind her back. He unhooked her white laced bra and let it fall off her body. He swiftly moved his head lower, taking in her nipple between his lips. She let out a small whine and suddenly felt his leg between hers, pressing up against it. She decided to let herself go and began to grind against his thigh. Her hands wondering down his chest down his abs, gripping onto the end of his shirt before slowly lifting it up. 

Jinyoung's lips parted from her supple bud, allowing her to get his top off. Daeun eyes his body appreciating his soft skin and muscles. Jinyoung lifted her chin up as he leaned in close "you look at me so innocently with those big eyes of yours, it makes me think you're so pure but then you contradict that innocence of yours with the way you're humping my leg...I can already feel how wet you are," 

She swore her face had turned red. Those words coming out of those lips and that voice. Her breathing grew heavier as the butterflies inside her were now going at it more intensely. "I-" before she could speak he pressed lips against hers, his tongue not hesitating to force it's way past her lips, exploring her mouth. 

Jinyoung soon pulled his leg away and undid the button on her shorts, pulling them down swiftly. Revealing her white laced panties, he smirked "I heard somewhere that if a woman is matching her bra and underwear, we're not the ones who decided to have sex...were you expecting for this to happen?" He chuckled "cute," he them down and spread her legs apart before burying his face between her thick soft thighs. Daeun wasn't super curvy, she was pretty healthy weight but she had natural curves. Large C-cup breasts, a nice plump ass, and thick thighs. All of which was appreciated by Jinyoung. 

His tongue dragged over her lips before he spread them with his fingers. He pushed his tongue into her and Daeun moaned. His tongue moved along her wet cavern while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Daeun's fingers clenched onto his hair as she leaned back against the wall for support. He continued to eat her out as he enjoyed the small whimpers and sounds escaping her lips as she resisted the urge to squirm. He pulled his head back and she let out a whine. He stood up and smiled at her before walking over to her sofa, he undid his pants and slipped out of them along with his boxers before sitting down "C'mere babe, I want you to ride me"

Daeun nodded her head before walking over to him, climbing onto his lap. He positioned his cock at her entrance while placing his other hand on her hip, slowly guiding her down onto his erection. Daeun placed her hands at his shoulders for support and began to move her hips back and forth. She looked down at him and when her eyes met his she could see the lust in his eyes for her. She leaned in for another kiss, their tongue's wrestling, the two took turns sucking on each others tongue's as the made out. Daeun soon started moving her hips up and down, her pace slowly increasing, breaths turning heavier, the sound of their moaning and groaning slowly filled the room. 

Daeun's memory was interrupted when she got an unknown call "Hello?"

"I heard everything from Jinyoung, so how about we have a little date too?" 

At first she was confused and then recognized the voice "Is this Jaebum?"

"Oh yeah I forgot to tell who this was at the beginning of the call, anyway where are you? Are you not home?"

"No I was working, when do you want to meet up?" 

"Oh...maybe I should have called before coming to your house..." He had mumbled to himself but she caught some of it.

"You're at my house?!" She quickly covered her mouth when she yelled and bowed her head apologetically to the customers in the store before rushing out, "Um stay there, I'm on my way!"

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Inserting the memory card into her laptop the girl opened the files from it and began clicking through the photo's she had taken that night. She smirked as she flipped through them "These are perfect, can't really see any faces but it's still good enough," she licked her lips and sat back as she stared at her photos "I'm gonna be rich witch thanks to this,"

[loverontheleft]

Ready to Leap (Chapter 42)

AU with B as a band teacher and reader as an English teacher. Fluff and smut. Chapters 1-41 can be found on my Masterlist in my bio.

Brendon x reader. Warnings: language and dirty talk, sex. A lot of sex.

Word count: 4.6k

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“I don’t think I want to go back to school,” you mumble as you crawl into bed that night. Brendon drops onto the bed beside you and holds out his arms so you can snuggle into him. He makes a soft sound, agreeing with you, and you sigh. “But we have to go back, don’t we?”

“I mean, we could rebudget,” Brendon offers, sounding serious. “I’m sure we could work something out. Go live on the compound; it is paid off entirely. So is this house, but if we’re going to retreat somewhere, I think I’d rather go to the compound.” You pull back to look at him in stunned silence. “Honey, if you really don’t want to go back to work, you don’t have to,” Brendon tells you, kissing your forehead.

“As nice as that sounds, we both know Frank would murder me if I left in the middle of the semester. And I would get very bored at home all day by myself.” He protests and you give him a confused look. “Well you’re not quitting too,” you tell him.

“As if I’m really going to let you sit home by yourself all day, taking care of yourself, while I’m at school, worrying about the two of you. I’d be a nervous wreck. No,” and he shakes his head affectionately. “No, my darling. If you’re quitting, so am I.” He kisses your lips gently and you snuggle close, twisting your arms around his neck.

“I’m not quitting,” you say softly and he nods, accepting this with a small smile. “I can’t imagine my life without you or without this job. I just...I feel like I need one more day. Just one more day to prepare to go back.”

“Then you’ll get one more day,” Brendon says decisively. “Gina has additional lesson plans?” You nod and he pulls out his phone to log into the employee service portal so he can request two subs. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him. He nods seriously, trying to keep a straight face. “I want to clean out your office and start decorating.” His eyes light up and you keep going, encouraged. “I want to keep the piano in there-“

“Oh good,” Brendon laughs. “Because we couldn’t move it. Not a chance.” You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Continue, my love,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek.

“Keep the piano in there but move your desk out or downstairs...well, no it’ll be cluttered there, won’t it? Shoot…” you bite your lip as you think. “Where can we-“

“I can solve this problem,” Brendon tells you. You raise your eyes to his and he smiles. “We buy a new house.” You can’t help it; you start laughing. “No, I’m serious!” He nuzzles your nose and kisses across your cheekbone and down your jaw before moving to your neck. “This is a two bedroom house; I bought it with the intention of one of those rooms being an office. We aren’t going to be able to keep all of the furniture and turn that room into a nursery; we need a bigger house.”

“Or we need less stuff,” you say with another laugh. He shakes his head and kisses up to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe in a way that makes your toes curl and your body arch into his.

“Let's go house hunting tomorrow,” he suggests, hands trailing down your back. You pause and he licks the shell of your ear while caressing the small of your back. “Say yes, honey. Let’s go house hunting tomorrow.”

“Bren-“

“That’s not how ‘yes’ is pronounced,” he tells you goodnaturedly, tipping your chin up gently to kiss you. As his mouth moves over yours, the hand still on your back comes back to the front and slides down between your legs, teasing you.

“Brendon,” you groan, lifting a leg over his hip so he can touch you. “Please.” He sighs in pleasure and shifts so he’s hovering over you, lips finding yours again. Your leg wraps around his back and your hands find his hair, holding him to you. “Please.” You can feel him hard against your inner thigh, pressing insistently, hot and throbbing. “You want it. Please, Brendon, please.”

“Of course I want you,” he murmurs. “Always want my sweet wife. Don’t want to push her too hard-“

“Hush,” you tell him, reaching between you to guide him. “Don’t worry. Just - yes,” you sigh as he rocks forward into you.

“Yes?” His lips brush yours.

“Yes,” you repeat, moving back against him, whimpering as his fingers find your breasts, rolling a nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Yes, fuck yes,” you groan, clinging to his back.

“No honey, gonna go slow,” Brendon murmurs, his other hand flexing on your outer thigh. “Gonna build to it. Gonna make my pretty girl come so good for me…especially now that she’s letting me buy her a house.” You freeze and your eyes snap open. “You said yes,” Brendon tells you, thrusting forward with a bit more force, making you moan and gasp happily. “You did say yes.”

“Yeah, to you fucking me- not - oh, god, don’t stop!” He’s lifting your leg higher and biting at your neck, kissing after to soothe your skin. With the higher position of your leg, he can go deeper and it’s making your eyes roll back and your body tense.

“Are we going to go house hunting tomorrow?” His voice is soft and you moan, tugging at his hair. “Are we?” He kisses your lips, teasing your tongue with his.

“Yes,” you gasp when you part. “Yes, whatever you want, yes, oh fuck yes!”

“Want you to come,” Brendon says softly, holding your thighs as you tremble under his touch. “Want to feel you lose control, want to see your pretty face when you squeeze my cock with your perfect - yes, Y/n, yes baby, just like that - Keep- oh fuck, gonna make me-“ he groans and tosses his head back as you cry out, back arching and hands clawing as your climax rolls through you, triggering his own.

”Brendon, oh my god!” You’re gasping for air, moving frantically under him, clinging to him, moaning in his ear, begging. “Keep going, keep going, don’t stop honey, yes, yes, yes!” He tangles a hand in your hair and crushes his mouth to yours; both of you are kissing the other as though your life depends upon it - lips moving urgently, tongues caressing and teasing, breathless moans escaping as his hips keep rocking almost frantically.

“I love you so much,” he gasps when you finally break apart. He rests his forehead against yours and stares at you adoringly. “You are my world. My whole world. You and our child.” You smile softly and he kisses your cheek, chest still heaving. “Shower or bath?”

“Bath in the morning,” you mumble, already falling asleep. “Too tired to move; need sleep.”

“Then sleep you shall get, my sweet, sticky wife.” He pulls out of you and you whimper, groping at his back and tugging him down so he’s right on top of you. “On you?” He seems worried. “Honey, I don’t want to cru-“

“You won’t crush me,” you mumble into his shoulder. “Just stay. Be my human blankie.” You kiss his neck and stroke his back as he settles into you. “Good-” you break off with a yawn. “Good night, Brendon. I love you.”

“I love you,” he murmurs, breathing in the scent of your hair. “I love you more than anything in my life.”

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“Bath time!” Brendon is way too chipper and you groan, holding him tightly so you can bury your face in his neck. “Or not…”

“Five more minutes,” you tell him, wrapping your legs around him now too. “Give me five more minutes with you on me.”

“I can be on you in the bath,” he offers and when you arch an eyebrow at him suspiciously, he amends. “I can hold you in the bath.” You tell him that sounds more accurate and he laughs, kissing you. “Come on darlin’. Warm water’s a-wasting. It can only be so hot for you, and it’s getting colder by the minute.”

“Up! Get up!” You declare urgently, both of you laughing as you scramble to your feet and he follows you into the bathroom, smiling in appreciation. “Hold me please,” you say as you settle in the water, holding your arms up to him. “Come hold me, Bren.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” he replies instantly, sliding into the water behind you. “There’s my sweet wife. My sticky, messy wife.” He nuzzles your neck from behind. “Fucked her good last night and she’s still a mess from it, isn’t she?” You make a soft sound, agreeing, and ask him to wash you. He obliges, filling the washcloth with body wash and smoothing it over your body. “Always my perfect girl, but now she’s my perfect, clean girl.” He whispers this in your ear as he rubs the cloth over your breasts from behind. “Which is just how I like her. Makes it so satisfying to get her dirty again.”

“You like your sweet wife all dirty?” You ask the question in a breathless tone, rolling your head back onto his shoulder. “You like making a mess of me?”

“You know I do.” He kisses your cheek as he finishes, wringing out the washcloth and hanging it over the edge of the tub. “Now. Let’s talk houses.” You nod, accepting that you’re not going to get out of this - and really, you think to yourself, it could be fun. Build a life with him, raise a family, live in a new home that you choose together. “Three bedrooms minimum. I’m considering four. That way we can have a guest room if we need it and it can be turned into another kid’s room eventually.”

“That seems reasonable,” you agree, closing your eyes as he continues talking about bathrooms and open floor plans and walk-in closets. “I want three things,” you tell him when he asks. “I want a master suite with a walk-in closet and the biggest soaking tub we can find, a fenced-in backyard, and a sunken living room.”

“I love all of those,” Brendon tells you, stroking your arms. “But it might be difficult to get all three.” He pauses. “We could always design and build.”

“Oh,” you protest, “no, that’s probably insanely expensive and it would take forever…” but he kisses your neck and murmurs that expense isn’t an issue and the two of you have time. “Let’s see what we find in our search and revisit that if needed,” you suggest, and he agrees. “Breakfast and realtor.com?” Your voice is hopeful and he echoes you in the affirmative and helps you to your feet.

“I love that you’re excited about this now,” he murmurs over the pancakes he’s just finished. “Thought it would take some more convincing.” He gives you a suggestive smile. “Which I’m happy to do as needed.” You laugh and tell him that you’ll work on being more stubborn so that he can convince you. “That’s all I ask,” he says, leaning back in his seat and smiling at you fondly. “Oh, and that you eventually agree. Which you already have, so be as faux-stubborn as you like, m’dear.” Brendon stands to clear the plates and drops a kiss on the top of your head as he passes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you tell him, watching him adoringly. “I’m so happy, honey. Married to you, having a child together...I had no idea this was how my life was going to go, but I’m so happy it has turned out this way. I can’t imagine my life any other way than this.” He turns from the sink and smiles at you.

“Same. I couldn’t have predicted or created you in my wildest dreams, and yet here you are. Perfect for me... you are my forever love, my wife, the mother of my children; I love you more every passing day. Oh,” he says, concerned now. “Sweetheart, don’t cry-“

“No, no, I’m okay.” You flutter your hands at your face, laughing through the tears. “You just - you make me emotional and all soft inside. And I’m guessing hormones are at play here because wow, I am really crying.” You wipe at your eyes and he crosses the room to take you in his arms. “Thank you,” you murmur as you bury your face in his chest. “Thank you for being so good to me. For me.”

“Easy to do when you’re so good to me and for me,” he tells you, brushing his lips over yours. “Let’s go snuggle up on the couch and find our new home.”

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“That one!” You point eagerly at the image on the screen and Brendon laughs, kissing your cheek and asking if you’re perhaps being swayed by the large yard. “Absolutely,” you agree readily, grinning. “But let’s look.” He clicks on the photo obligingly and you both shake your heads immediately when the other photos pop up. “Too much closed off space. We want an open floor plan,” you murmur and he nods.

He scrolls for a while and neither of you is seeing anything you like. You sigh sadly and he nudges you gently with his nose. “Don’t be sad, sweet girl. It’s just day one of our hunt. And we’re only on...the third of ten pa-“ he stops talking and you both stare at the screen. “Well. There’s that,” he says, considering. You nod, moving his hand to click on the image of the house. “It’s not anything like what we wanted…” he trails off, both of you staring at the pale yellow refurbished Victorian on the screen. “But it is beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It is…” You’re captivated by images. “It would never work. It would need a lot of work.” He mumbles something about it really only needing a fresh coat of paint and new floors. “Right...but - that’s not a small weekend project,” you remind him and he shrugs with a small smile. “We should at least go look at it,” you say, clicking through the photos. “Oh honey, look at that tub…”

“Keep in mind I can get you that tub in any house,” Brendon tells you, kissing your temple. “But we should go look at it. Tub aside, I like the structure. And there’s that smaller room off of the master; that could easily be a nursery…” he’s thinking out loud and you nod eagerly. “Might as well click ‘get more info,’” he says with a laugh. You thank him and yawn, trying to muffle it. “Do you want to keep looking, or do you want to take a break?” He looks at you tenderly, playing with your hair now. “We can nap, honey.”

“Nap,” you say through another yawn. “In bed. Wanna nap in our bed.” He nods and stands, helping you up. When you’re on your feet, he scoops you up. “Brendon!” Your shriek is playful and he laughs as he heads for the stairs. “Be careful,” you tell him.

“I always am,” he murmurs, meeting your eyes. “Love my girls. Gonna be careful and take extra good care of both of them.” You smile and blink back the tears. “Those are happy tears, aren’t they?” His concern is evident and you nod, biting your lip. “Don’t bite your lip, honey, you know it makes me want you,” he warns teasingly. You raise your eyebrows and bite your lip with slightly more force, eyes wide and innocent. “Y/n,” he warns, chuckling. “Thought you wanted to nap.”

“I do,” you agree, sighing contentedly when he places you on the bed. “I really do. But I also want to make out with my husband. Come get in bed,” you coax him with a curl of one finger. He clambers onto the bed eagerly, settling down beside you so you can roll over and press your lips to his. “I love you,” you murmur against his lips, and he nods as he cups your face and holds you close.

“My precious girl,” he whispers, tugging lightly at your lower lip with his teeth, making you moan and arch against him. “My sweet, precious girl.” His lips move down your neck and you roll your head to one side to give him more space. “Love touching you, kissing you,” he mumbles, bringing his hands from your face down to yours, interlocking your fingers before pushing your hands over your head and kissing you with more vigor. You gasp and sigh happily, whispering his name over and over again in pleasure as the two of you embrace, tangled together.

“My husband,” you manage, breaking apart for one moment. “My husband is so good to me.” He grins and, eyes dark and lips swollen, kisses you once more with obvious need. “My husband is hard,” you observe in a soft voice. “My sweet, caring, wonderful husband is hard for me, isn’t he?”

“He is,” Brendon groans into your mouth. “Your husband is so hard for his sweet wife. But she needs her rest. That’s more important.” He kisses your cheek, both of you breathless. “If we wake up from this nap still worked up, then we can do something about -“ he inhales sharply when your hand curls around him. “Yeah, about that,” he says with a soft laugh. “I love you, Y/n. Rest for now; I promise I’ll still be hard for you later but you’re sleepy now.”

“Mmmm,” you agree, snuggling in close and pressing against him so his erection is firmly against your inner thigh. “I am sleepy. Gonna have good dreams,” you tell him, rubbing and shifting slightly, making him moan low in the back of his throat. “Love that I can affect you like this,” you murmur and he laughs again, nodding.

“Yeah, baby. You drive me wild. My resting state is turned on and wanting you. But,” and he kisses you softly, hands rubbing over your back soothingly. “But you should sleep. Rest, my love. Just close your eyes. I’m right here, Y/n. I’ve got you.”

-||-

“Baby,” Brendon whispers, stroking your hair as you whimper in your sleep. “Honey, you’re having a bad dream. Wake up for me, Y/n.” His hand moves down over your back and your eyes blink open sleepily. “You okay, honey?” You nod and cling to him, sniffling a little. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You shake your head and he sighs, kissing your forehead. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to - just know that you’re safe and healthy and the baby is fine and I’m right here. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to either of you.” You nod and press your face into his neck, sighing.

“I’m sorry, I just -“ you break off, sniffling again. “I’m sorry. I’m okay. You’re right.” He nods and his hands move in broad, warm strokes over your back, making you press closer to him.

“A realtor called us,” Brendon tells you in a low voice. “For that house. They left a voicemail.” Your eyes snap open and he laughs slightly. “You want me to call them back?” You tell him yes, absolutely, and he nods, reaching for his phone as you shift to curl into his side with the blankets pulled high over both of you. You listen drowsily as he talks to the realtor and you’re getting lost in the technicalities, but when Brendon hangs up, he kisses your forehead and smiles. “We can go see it if you want.”

“I want,” you tell him, grinning. “When?”

-||-

“Oh wow,” you whisper as Brendon parks in the driveway. “Honey, it’s gorgeous.” He agrees as he crosses to open your door for you. “They’re meeting us inside?”

“Yep,” Brendon confirms, resting his hand on the small of your back and you lean into his touch, soothed by the contact. “But from what they said, they’re just here to unlock the door. We can wander as we please. They won’t necessarily walk with us and give the spiel as we go.” You nod and reach across to tangle your fingers with his so that your joined hands fall in front of you both. “Unless you want them to be our tour guide. I’m sure they would if we asked.”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, smiling up at him. “I kind of just want to explore it with you.” He nods and you let him guide you up the walkway through the low fence to the wide front porch. He stops short and you look at him, the question in your eyes.

“I’m okay,” he reassures you with a soft smile, turning you both to face the front yard. “I’m okay. I just had this - vision? Feeling? Of sitting with you on this porch, watching our kids play in the front yard with their friends. Your head on my shoulder, my arm around your waist, years from now, more in love with you than ever.”

You blink back the tears and smile up at him radiantly. “How many kids?”

“Well,” he teases, “it was only a quick vision, but I think I saw two that were ours. There were two little girls just as beautiful as their mother, so I’m assuming two. I have a feeling you were pregnant though.”

“Yeah? A feeling?” You grin and he nods, kissing your temple. “Probably right. If we’ve got two daughters in your vision, it makes sense I’m pregnant again. Gotta give my husband that son he wants.” Brendon laughs and kisses your cheek now, telling you all he really wants are happy, healthy children. “Same,” you agree. “I want happy, healthy children with you.”

“Oh, that’s a given,” Brendon laughs now as you pivot back to the front door. “I’m never losing you, never giving you up. I’m going to be the father of as many children as your heart desires.” You rest your head on his shoulder for a moment as he knocks on the front door. When it swings open, the woman standing there reminds you of your mother - if your mother had a powder blue skirt-suit combo and icy blonde hair.

“Hello!” She squeals, going in to hug you both. You’re a little taken aback but you go limp in her embrace. You catch Brendon’s bemused expression and stifle a laugh; she introduces herself as Sherri as she’s hugging you and promises to find you both your dream house. “Oh!” She exclaims when she pulls back and gets a good look at your face. “And is a nursery on the wishlist?” She gives you both a warm smile and you blink, confused. “No, honey, you’re not showing; you just have this sort of glow like you’re keeping a secret. I’m great at keeping secrets too,” Sherri tells you as she leans in conspiratorially. “Forget I said anything, Mr. Urie,” she says almost convincingly if it weren’t for the wink at you.

“No,” you laugh, and Brendon takes your hand, smiling. “He knows. We are expecting, you’re right. So...yeah, a nursery is on the list. It’s pretty much the reason we’re buying at all,” You explain. Brendon adds that while you love it, your house now is just too small, and Sherri nods, beaming and clapping her hands together.

“So, do you two want to just take a look around, or do you want me to give you the,” and she says this next part with a grand gesture, arms flung over her head - “grand tour?” She smiles. “I recommend the,” and she repeats the same gesture with the same level of enthusiasm - “grand tour!” You exchange a look with Brendon and you both grin, telling her you’ll take the grand tour. It takes all of your self-control to not repeat her gesture.

As she leads you from room to room, you cling to Brendon’s hand, wondering if he can imagine your life in this house as easily as you can. He catches your eye at one point as Sherri points out the detail work of the ceilings in the master bedroom and she must see the look too because she smiles and says she’ll be downstairs if you need her. She quietly leaves the room and Brendon takes you in his arms, pulling you close. “Is she gone?” He asks in a low voice, and you nod as her heels clatter down the stairs. “I want to fuck you in this room,” he murmurs and you gasp playfully. “Not now, of course. Well,” he amends, “that’s not true. I always want to have sex with you. But right now, in particular, I want to fuck you in our bed in this room. Look at it. It’s gorgeous. And those vaulted ceilings...your moans are going to echo so nicely in here. This is a room worthy of our sex.”

“You’re talking like we’ve already bought this house,” you tease and he grins, kissing down your neck as his hands curve over your hips. “Brendon…”

“Do you want it? The house, I mean. I know you want this,” he mumbles, rocking his hips forward into yours so you can feel him start to get hard.

“We need to finish the tour,” you tell him, moaning when his lips latch on behind your ear and suckle gently. “We need - Brendon, baby, yes please, oh god…we need to finish this tour…”

“Only because you asked so nicely, my love,” he whispers, patting your ass lightly. “Gonna make you feel so good later though.” You whimper and rub against him subtly. “Love you,” he says simply. “Can’t keep my hands off you.”

“I love you too,” you respond, rubbing more. “Don’t want you to keep your hands off of me. Want- oh, fuck you feel good…” you sigh now, clinging to him. “We’ve gotta be good, Brendon. We can’t play here.”

“I know,” he says with a frown. “Which is why we need to wrap up this tour so I can get you home.”

-||-

“Thank you so much,” you say to Sherri as she walks you to the door, clasping her hand in both of yours. “It’s lovely - I think we’ll be in touch.” You smile up at Brendon hopefully and he nods, shaking Sherri’s hand as well.

“Wonderful,” she says with a broad smile. “Please do. Drive safely now,” she waves again and shuts the door after you. Brendon wraps an arm around your waist as you walk down the steps and to the car.

He opens your door and closes it after you’re settled down in your seat. As he slings himself into the driver’s seat, he looks at you with a wide smile. “And now,” he says, resting a hand on your upper thigh. “Now you’re all mine. Gonna take you home and eat you out til we need to change the sheets. Then,” he adds, “I’m going to make love to my pretty wife.”

“I like how that sounds,” you say with a smile, letting your legs spread slightly. Brendon nods and his fingers slip in between your thighs now, stroking your panties with his middle finger. “Brendon…”

“Yeah, honey, keep saying my name. It’s a good warm-up.” He grins at you and puts the car in drive, middle and index finger pressing against you firmly as he heads for home.

[jinkisbelly]

Queasy - 3

Pairing: onkey

Rating: Pg

w/c: about 1.7k

Warning, omegaverse and mpreg and all that ^-^

Find previous parts here [x], AFF   Ao3 

Summary: Their trip to visit Kibum's parents was supposed to be all relaxing, but Jinki really hated being queasy. 

          Kibum twisted the marshmallow stick, making sure the other side was getting toasted as well. Jinki’s head was leaning carefully on his shoulder, snuggling into him in their chair.  “Do you want chocolate on your s’more, Baby?”

            “Mm, you can have that one.” Jinki’s voice was slightly muffled as he twisted a little to hide his face in Kibum’s sweatshirt. “Nugget is being bad. I think they disagreed with your mom’s chicken.”

            “Don’t let her hear that.” Kibum lifted the marshmallow from the flames as he pressed a warm kiss to Jinki’s hair.  

            Jinki held the two pieces of graham crackers in his left palm, resting on Kibum’s thigh as the man squished the marshmallow against one side. Once the chocolate square was placed and the sandwich was made, Kibum tried to take a bite without making a mess. He failed, crumbs falling from his bottom lip onto his hoodie. He pouted, staring at them tumbling down the fabric as if betrayed. Softly, Jinki brushed them off, small smile half hidden by Kibum’s shoulder. “Mm, your older brother is coming.”

            “Oh?” Kibum asked, mouth full of his next bite of s’more.

            “Babe!” Jinki laughed, nose scrunched as more crumbs fell.

            Kibum gave a big smile without showing his teeth, before swallowing as Kwangsu’s hand fell on his right shoulder. “If you’re done being a complete pig, we’re ready to do the course.”

            Brushing his nose against Jinki’s hair, Kibum softly whispered, “Are you still feeling up to doing it, Baby?”

            “Yeah,” Jinki perked up, smiling widely. “Can I really?”

            “Of course Baby.” He gently kissed Jinki’s skin right before his ear, smile pulling at his lips. “You’re going to do so well.”

            “What is he going to do?” Kwangsu chipped in.

            “The course.” Kibum answered as they softly began to untangle themselves.

            Kwangsu scuffed, “But there aren’t any positions left.”

            “There is if someone steps down,” He placed his cup on the table next to their chair and smiled when Jinki grabbed his hand. “Like myself for example. He’s going to take my place as the runner.”

            “I can’t allow that.” Jinki’s bright smile quickly fell at Kwangsu’s words. “It’s not fair to the others. We can’t tackle him for the medallion in his condition.”

            “In my condition?” Jinki softly asked, “You mean the baby?”

            “Yes.” The man hummed, crossing his arms. “That makes the game shifted if we can’t tackle you in order to win.”

            “Ah I see.” Jinki stared at him as he crossed his own arms. “It’s cute you think you’d even be able to catch me to need to tackle me.”

            “Excuse me?”

            Jinki looked at Kibum for a long moment, not wanting to offend his family anymore, but his mate was just smiling, amused, so he continued. “You don’t want me to play because you’re afraid I might beat you. You couldn’t handle losing to someone you see as less than.”

            “That’s not true-I-”

            “Then I guess I’m playing.” Jinki happily said before turning to Kibum, “Will you save me a marshmallow?”

            “Of course Baby, Go shift.” After a soft kiss to Kibum’s cheek the man slipped past them to walk inside. He’d change and put his clothes up before coming out shifted.

             Kibum’s gaze was taken from Jinki’s retreating form when Kwangsu softly ordered. “You need to get your mate under control.”

             “Under control?” He barked a laugh. “He’s not a dog.”

             “He shouldn’t speak like that. I am his senior.. The heir to be the leader of our pack.”

             “You forget,” He smiled lightly, watching the fire flicker into the air. “When I mated him I officially became apart of his. Even if we did care about that shit, you aren’t our Pack’s Alpha.”

             “I will not stand being disrespected like that.”

             “Ah, disrespect.” He shook his head slowly before tapping his brother’s forehead with a few of his fingers. Kibum grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around himself tightly. “You gotta get your head out of your ass.”

             "We’re gonna hurt him. Don’t you care about that?”

             “He knows his limits and I trust him. He won’t do anything that’ll harm himself or our child.” Kibum pressed his lips together for a moment. “Besides, he’s wanted to participate every single time I’ve brought him to visit and you’ve found some reason that he couldn’t. He’s right. This isn’t about the baby. It’s about your pride.”

             “Whatever Kibum.” Kwangsu growled quietly before stomping away toward the gathering of Alpha’s and Betas to the left of the course opening. Kibum shrugged before looking toward the house. He rather liked his little mate standing up to his brother.

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             When Jinki came down the steps he jogged over to Kibum, laying his head into his lap, and making happy noises when Kibum ran his hand over his ears. The old, metal medallion that had been hanging over the edge of his seat was gently put over Jinki’s head before Kibum spoke. “You go and kick their ass Baby. I know you can beat my record.”

             He licked at his face, and Kibum knew even through his laughter that Jinki was happy. His tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth as he practically pranced over to the starting line. Then with the signal, he was off like a cream streak in the night. Kibum’s grin grew as the two minute mark ticked by and the rest of the shifted wolves dashed after him. He held his cocoa between his hands, lifting it to just before his lips and softly muttering. “Good luck catching him.”

------

             “Are you not fearful at all he’ll be hurt, son?”

             Kibum slowly shifted his gaze from the exit of the course to his father across the fire. “I’m more fearful of the harm to Kwangsu’s ego more than anything.”

             “So you’re sure he won’t be caught?”

             He gave his Father a short nod, a smile forming on his lips. “I can barely catch him on a good day. He’ll be fine.”

             Both of his parents just hummed, a mix of acceptance and discontent. He rolled his eyes before sipping his drink once again. There was a small part of him that was worried about Jinki, but it wasn’t because he wasn’t completely supportive and trusting in him. He worried about Jinki when he had to walk to work at the Post office in the middle of the busiest part of the city. He worried about him when he missed their lunch time break call for he always managed to make that call no matter what.

             He almost wanted to laugh thinking about how he would have reacted to this when he and Jinki first started dating. At twenty one, he had been overconfident with a head full of his pack’s ideals. Jinki had took one look at him, promptly told him that this wasn’t going to work like that, and as he walked away Kibum realized he was falling in love and he needed to change. Jinki was stubborn, witty, and had a problem with authority. He hadn’t taken what he called ‘Alpha bullshit’ then and he hadn’t since. Sure, it had been almost seven years since Kibum had left this place and he knew people changed with age, but he also knew the change for the better in him was mostly because of Jinki. Twenty one year old him would have laughed along with his brother when Jinki suggested participating.

             He could feel him getting closer, the sheer rush of excitement and glee through their bond, and it made him feel lighter. He glanced at his phone in the cupholder of the chair, clicking the button on the side to see the time. Ten minutes had passed. Jinki had two and a half left to beat his record. He did laugh a little when he realized he would have been pissed before, but now with the very likely possibility all he felt was a huge amount of pride. “Something funny, Son?”

             “Just thinking, Ma.” Kibum grinned at his mother. Then he felt the stirring in his chest and he whipped his head toward the exit of the course once again. A moment later Jinki bound out of the foliage, slowly down to a light jog before shaking, eyes finding him. Kibum stopped the time and beamed from ear to ear as he moved from his seat quickly, kneeling as Jinki came over. He ran his hands over his ears, “You did it. By almost a minute and a half.”

             In response Jinki wiggled his ears and yipped quietly, moving to circle him, rubbing against him. Then he moved toward the house, stopping up the few steps to look back. Kibum laughed quietly before rising and following. He could hear the howls of the other wolves coming up behind him, but he didn’t look back as he stepped over the back door threshold and walked toward the guest bedroom. Jinki was already shifted back, medal resting on the bed as he fought to put his sock on while standing.

             He squeaked quietly as Kibum wrapped his arm around him, cupping his cheek with the other to kiss him. There was a soft smile on his face, even if his brows were lifted in question. “What was that for?”

             “You’re amazing.”

             “Mm,” Jinki tapped a few fingers on Kibum’s chest, looking up through his lashes as he smiled, “Maybe you should react to my awesomeness more often.”

             “Quite so.” Kibum nodded seriously before taking Jinki’s head between his hands and pressing light, fast kisses all over his face, causing the man to giggle. He didn’t try to move away though and as Kibum pulled away all he could do is grin.

             “If we stay in here much longer, your brother is going to storm in here to see me in my underwear and one sock.”

             “And we can’t have that, can we?” Kibum sighed dramatically before placing his hand over the small bump of Jinki’s stomach and kissing his jaw. “I’ll be outside waiting, Baby.”

             As he made it to the door, he turned around to see Jinki holding his sweater, smiling, “Can you make me that s’more, now?”

             “I’ll have it ready.” He shut the door behind him softly, chuckling with a shake of his head, and heading back out of the house.

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[jasonbehrs]

💳 needless extravagance 💳

by airauralintensity (aka me, jasonbehrs!)

"Don't we look like a boss with his wife in that picture?" - Leeteuk

fandom: super junior, kpop characters: leeteuk, siwon, henry, jessi in a supporting role ship: siteuk, henry/jessi genre: romance, humour themes: outsider pov, mistaken identities, accidental gender reveal, married!siteuk, ceo!siwon, kardashian!leeteuk, gratuitous business talk, sorry lol i have an ms in management and work in operations i can’t help it 😅 word count: 3.4k chapter: 1/2 rating: T

read it on ffnet, aff, wattpad, ao3, or below!

A/N (12.24.2021): Happy holidays to TelviND#0015 on discord! They said their biases are Leeteuk and Siwon; lucky for them I had a siteuk fic planned after their instagram exchange for Leeteuk’s birthday. Finally bringing it to light just for you! Hopefully you like it; and if you don’t… well, that’s what the fanart is for, haha.

Title from Boom Boom by Super Junior, as translated by Kymee on mylittlesuperdongbang. If you recognise it, it doesn’t belong to me. (BUT that does mean Where To? does 👀 If you’re gonna steal my IP, please give me stock in the company, for realsies.) PSA: If numbers in this fic seem high to you, please recall the dollar is worth three orders of magnitude more than the won.

I didn’t know how to write this fic, so there are two versions! Go to chapter 1 if you want to read it from Henry’s POV or chapter 2 if you want to read it from a mix of third-party/Siwon’s POV.

Happy reading!

~~~

His boss exits the elevator a cool seven minutes after he himself arrived, and he smoothly falls into step alongside him.

"Good morning, Choi-sajangnim!" Henry cheers as he passes over Siwon's coffee: a medium latte with extra foam and two extra shots of sugar, just like he likes it. The heat from the cup manages to fog up Siwon's silver wire-rimmed glasses, still cold from outside. "Two things: your 8 o'clock is waiting for you in the conference room, and Customer Service discovered multiple user reports within the last six hours of inconsistent interface displays when switching from the watch to the phone app or back."

"Yikes. Thanks, Henry. Sounds like I'll really need this today." Siwon takes a moment to savour a sip of his drink. "Did you put them on my schedule?"

"Yes. I'm having them spend the morning working with Frontend to assemble all the information they can on the issue, and you'll be able to watch their presentation en route to the commercial shoot at ten. I can continue monitoring while you're busy, and we can refocus on it once we're back in the office."

Siwon shakes his head regretfully. "I'm gonna have to reschedule lunch with that investor again, aren't I?"

Henry bites his lip as he nods, hesitating for only a moment before bringing up the idea he had as soon as he learned of the issue. "I was thinking… why don't we schedule an office tour in lieu of lunch? That way if another thing pops up that needs your attention, you can handle it immediately, and the investor gets to see you in action. What better way to prove you're worth the money, right?"

Siwon stops his purposeful stride to look at Henry. "That's a fantastic idea. Let's do that." Henry successfully tempers the proud smile that wanted to break out, but he can do nothing about the pep in his step as he follows after Siwon who has resumed walking again.

Outside the conference room, they trade Siwon's coffee for a printed meeting portfolio.

"Keep that warm for me, will you? I'm not done with it," Siwon asks.

"You got it!"

Siwon gives a salute in farewell before stepping inside the conference room, and Henry enters Siwon's office to drop off the latte in the ensuite kitchen.

Just outside Siwon's office is Henry's, a sleek receptionist's counter that gives him plenty of privacy and plenty of space. He settles in to review email correspondence and double-check everything is on track for Where To?'s gala tonight.

Being the administrative assistant to the CEO of the most popular social fitness app in South Korea wasn't what Henry had in mind when he left Canada for new opportunities. The hours are wild, he never truly knows what his day is gonna look like even though he's the one who manages Siwon's calendar, and people never stop making fun of him for working at a tech startup—but less than a year in, and he still loves this job.

Although, he'll be the first to admit that if his boss were anyone other than Choi Siwon, he might consider leaving. The two of them aren't especially close or anything, but Siwon respects him and values his contributions. According to his friends, that's rare and he should cherish it; so he does.

"Hey, Henry. Here are the notes I took from the Genie meeting. Can you turn it into a memo and send it out to Backend before EOD tomorrow?" Siwon greets as he approaches Henry's desk an hour later.

Henry takes the papers from Siwon and sets it at the top of his inbox pile. "Consider it done."

He expects Siwon to head into his office then, but the CEO stays at Henry's desk, fingers drumming on the counter and wedding ring glinting in the office lighting.

Henry doesn't have to wait long. "Sorry again that you couldn't join me; you know how partnership meetings make brand reps antsy," Siwon explains regretfully.

Henry lets himself show his appreciation through his smile this time, touched by Siwon's comment. He never treats Henry like he's expendable. "Not a problem, sir. It's just a shame we couldn't get Kakao."

Siwon tsks. "I know, right? That really could have launched us into Korean Air-level of influence."

Henry winces. "Do we want Korean Air-level of influence?"

"Aish, don't talk like that around here," Siwon admonishes, but there is an amused grin on his face, so Henry knows he didn't mess up too badly. "By the way, could you reach out to PR for me? I want a roll-up on the current state of all the event planning considerations for the gala, especially if anything is outstanding. Whatever I have going on after lunch, cancel it. We're talking about this instead."

"Good thing this is exactly what we're talking about after lunch," Henry lies as he moves a meeting with Analytics to later in the week.

Siwon knocks on Henry's desk twice in a final way. "Great, great. Alright, see you in a bit when we head out to the filming site."

"Sure thing. And your coffee's in the kitchen!" Henry calls out to Siwon's retreating form. Siwon waves his hand in acknowledgement, and Henry checks the clock on his monitor. It's only 9:17 in the morning, and the day is already long.

~~~

Where To? started three years ago during one of Siwon's bike rides along the Han River with a friend. Mild sidewalk repair led to a bottleneck at the three kilometre mark, and Siwon wished there were some sort of app where urban outdoor enthusiasts could warn each other about things like this. Fast forward a few weeks later to when he joined his family for dinner with a venture capitalist family friend, and Where To? was born.

What began as an augmented reality maps app turned into a culture marker under Siwon's leadership and innovation. Three short years introduced a social media platform, a stylish wearables collection (Wear Too™), and—if this partnership with Genie goes through—a seamless and simultaneous group music listening experience during workouts as well. Through Where To?, Siwon completely elevated and upturned people's expectations of what it means to be social and to be fit.

Henry is very familiar with the story by now. He didn't think he could still be surprised by how Siwon's mind works… but he still is.

Ever since Where To? attained a consistent 2% market share—which means two percent of consumers either have the app or would choose to download it over a competitor's if desiring the service— everyone had been waiting with rapt attention for an announcement of their first major public event. Speculation had included everything from a Day to Play campaign for children to a 42km marathon through Seoul.

Instead, Siwon announced a gala.

The Two-Percent Event promised an evening of sustainable opulence and new-age elegance. Hosted at Paradise City Chroma, ticket-buyers will enjoy the food, music, atmosphere, and visuals; at the same time, Siwon hoped to use the opportunity to raise more money.

Not for Where To?, though, which is what most people expected upon hearing the term gala: that it would be an investors-and-partners-only event to thank them for their patronage and encourage them to continue or bolster their partnerships. No, it's called the Two-Percent Event because Where To? will only keep 2% of the proceeds. Everything else will go towards, wait for it, supporting the children of multicultural families in South Korea.

What?

Literally nothing about this event is something that anyone could have anticipated, which is driving interest, which is driving support, which is driving proceeds. It's working so well that Henry genuinely can't be sure this wasn't Siwon's intent the whole time.

"… And for the final metrics: RSVPs excluding Where To? staff are totalled at about 150 right now. It's roughly an 80-20 split between our user base and investors, but there is a small percentage of attendees who don't even use the app. Ticket sales and booster packages alone have raised upwards of 135 million won, even after our cut," the no-nonsense PR department lead concludes succinctly.

Henry gasps, and Siwon reaches over to give her an enthusiastic high-five. "That's great news! Everything is going so well!"

"Yes, sir," she agrees uncomfortably, unused to Siwon's displays of passion. "Since nothing is urgently outstanding that would require your intervention…"

"Of course, of course. Consider this meeting concluded. See you tonight! Are you bringing anyone?"

She clears her throat. "Yes, sir. My partner is accompanying me."

"I look forward to meeting them, then," Siwon says with a warm smile, and the department lead hesitantly returns it before bowing and leaving the conference room.

Siwon and Henry follow soon after and head to Siwon's office. "Before the day closes, I just had a few final things for you," Henry says. "During this meeting, I sent out the memo giving employees a short day today in honour of the gala; your suit is in your office and waiting for you to change into; and all that's left for you to personally do is pick up your wife."

Siwon comes up just short of his desk. "My wife?!"

Henry looks at him like a deer caught in a car's headlights. "Yeah? You asked me to remind you to 'pick up Jungsoo' forty-five minutes before the red carpet. That's her, isn't it?"

Henry points to the picture frame on Siwon's desk. It is a silver, ornate double-oval style such that each oval holds the picture of one person. Siwon's coiffed and suave portrait is in the left oval, and the right one features a face with a cutting jawline, thin lips spread in a Mona Lisa smile, and light brown shoulder-length hair pinned back behind the ears. A few bangs slip out to evenly frame the face.

Siwon looks at the photo, and his smile tells Henry all he needs to know. "You're a lucky guy, Choi-sajangnim."

Siwon looks up and directs his smile at Henry. The affection on his face turns into something more percipient, like he knows something Henry doesn't… which Henry supposes is true. Siwon wouldn't be the CEO if it were otherwise.

"That I am, Henry." Even that sounds like there's a joke Henry isn't clued in on. He doesn't know if he has the right to ask. Before he could make up his mind on the matter, Siwon turns the focus onto him. "Are you bringing anyone tonight?"

Henry's cheeks tint pink. "Um, yes I am. It's, uh, it's actually our first date."

Siwon's eyebrows lift in interest. "A first date at Paradise City Chroma is a high bar to set," he teases.

"I really need to impress her," Henry confesses.

"I normally don't advocate for abuse of power, but…" Siwon leans in conspiratorially, and Henry can't help but do the same. "If you need a little edge, feel free to do it in my name. A nicer bottle of champagne, song requests for the DJ, whatever."

Siwon is the best boss. "Thank you so much, Choi-sajangnim," Henry says, wide-eyed and reverent.

~~~

Henry pulls up in front of Paradise City Chroma, hands the valet the keys to his recently-washed Kia Optima, and waves off the attendant so that he can open the passenger door himself.

His date steps out of the car like a scene from a movie. He is so glad she said yes.

"Wow, Henry, this is really fancy," Jessi tells him in English as she eyes the illustrious reflective facade of the building.

"You like it? It was actually my idea to host it here," Henry brags cheekily.

"So full of good ideas, are you?" she teases him even as she takes his proffered hand and follows him through the hollow entrance.

They pose for some selfies outside the building before heading inside, but they don't make it in far before they're stopped completely.

The interior looks even better than the concept photos which Henry helped approve had led him to imagine.

The main club area being used as a dining hall is just dark enough for the laser lighting to have an effect, but he could still easily make out the PR department head from earlier and who he presumes is her partner from across the room. The interior design is an evocative mix of dark blue velvet, shiny black graphite, and silver metallic accents. The gigantic LED screen behind the DJ displays how much money has been raised so far. He and Jessi arrived a little after the cocktail hour started, but there are already lines at the bars and people on the dance floor.

Jessi whistles, and the room-friendly dance pop that's playing isn't so loud that it gets lost in the sound. "Are all galas like this, or is yours just exceptionally cool?"

"My boss's first name is 'Siwon,' so do with that what you will," Henry retorts with a smirk. "You wanna find us our seats while I get us drinks?"

Jessi nods. "Amaretto sour for me, please," and she wanders off. Henry heads to the bar that seemed to have the shortest line, hoping he'll run into someone he knows on the way, then light cheering resounds within the club. He looks around in confusion, trying to understand what happened, then his eyes catch sight of the won count behind the DJ.

The number went up by a million won.

Henry's eyebrows raise in shock even as a pleased smile crosses his face. He can't help but feel proud that his company's event is succeeding at its intention so well.

He rejoins Jessi bearing their drinks, and they spend some time making small talk with the other people at their table. Just when the waiters come around to serve their food, another cheer spreads through the club, louder now that there are more people. The monitor reveals an additional donation of about 1.5 million won.

"Cocktail hour barely ended, and you guys already raised two million more won," Jessi comments with surprise. "How far are you from your goal?"

"I know, right? We didn't have a goal so that we wouldn't be stressed out about meeting some arbitrary standard; but at the rate this night is going, we probably would have met that goal several times over!"

The evening proceeds like that, with Jessi and Henry enjoying the festivities and the donation count rising by measurable amounts with increasing regularity, thereby contributing to the gala's celebratory atmosphere.

After dancing for a few songs, Henry opts to take a breather while Jessi continues enjoying herself. On his way back to his seat, Henry gets stopped by one of the prettiest people he's ever seen. Their bobbed hair is dyed a dusky rose. Their flowy white shirt is adorned with a large ruffled black bow in the center and tucked into a pair of fitted high-waisted slacks. The two of them are about the same height, yet the way the other carries themselves makes them appear taller, regal even.

"Hello," a honeyed voice greets him. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight?"

"I am," Henry enthuses. "This night is going even better than I thought it would, honestly."

"I'm so glad to hear that," the person says warmly, and Henry feels happier for having made them happy. "It's always nice when we can have a good time and do a good thing at the same time, don't you agree?"

"Absolutely. It makes doing a good thing easier."

"I feel the same way." The two of them share a laugh, and Henry feels so seen. The newcomer continues, "It's why I'm thinking of making another donation tonight myself. Sure, my ticket was already my contribution, but seeing how well the night is going is putting me in such a giving mood."

Henry can't believe what he's hearing. "That's a great idea! You totally should! How much are you thinking?"

The person deliberates, finger tapping lightly on their chin. "Not much. Just twenty five, maybe fifty thousand won? Like the price of a really good dinner."

Henry considers for a second. "That's not bad. Maybe I'll donate a little more myself."

The other's entire face lights up. "You don't say? Why don't we go together, then? Do you know where it is?"

"Oh, yeah. I actually helped plan tonight's event," Henry reveals with pride.

Suddenly, his conversation partner's enticing aura and mild mannerisms freeze into something more distant, even if their face and posture don't change at all. Henry almost gets a headache from the sudden influx of music and pure sensation that comes rushing back to his awareness at the same moment.

"That's so impressive. It's really a fantastic event; you should be proud. Say, would you mind finding me later? I must excuse myself unfortunately. It was lovely speaking with you tonight…"

"Henry."

"It was lovely speaking with you tonight, Henry," they repeat before bowing almost 90 degrees, straightening upright, and walking away with long, purposeful strides.

Henry can't help but stare after the person, confused at the interaction and the sense that he felt like he should know who that was.

"I see you've met Jungsoo."

Henry's head whirls to find Siwon, one hand in his pocket, the other holding two fingers of whiskey, and eyes staring fondly into the crowds.

"That was your wife?!" Henry exclaims, turning around again to try to find where the other had gone. No way.

Siwon snorts, undoubtedly the most inelegant thing Henry has witnessed him do, but he's smiling nevertheless. "Actually, I think it's more accurate to say I'm merely his husband."

Henry gapes at Siwon as horrified realisation sets in. "Choi-sajangnim. Sir. I am so sorry. I meant no offense; I really didn't know—"

Siwon cuts him off with a raised hand. "No harm, no foul, Henry," he assures, but he doesn't say any more.

Despite standing in a sea of noise and activity, the pair of them are silent and still. They both manage to find Jungsoo in the crowd again. He's talking to another party-goer, polite and alluring and firmly in control.

From this vantage point, and having firsthand experience with Jungsoo in action, he can understand why Siwon said what he did.

As if sensing Henry's enlightenment, Siwon wordlessly tips his whiskey glass in Henry's direction in farewell. Henry watches as he seamlessly joins his husband's conversation, the pair of them looking every bit of the new-age elegance the Two-Percent Event promised.

"Ya, Henry!" Jessi yells from behind him. "Aren't we supposed to be on a date or something? Why'd you ditch me?"

Henry is seriously batting 0 tonight. "Sorry! Sorry, Jessi. I didn't mean to. I was just…" Siwon's advice from earlier in his office suddenly comes to mind. "That was my boss just now. He wanted to talk to me a little bit about some stuff for the event, and we got sidetracked."

Jessi peers around his shoulder in interest, accepting the explanation easily and completely forgetting her ire. "Your boss is, like, stereotypically handsome, and I mean that in the best way possible."

Henry barks out a laugh. "Some of the other Where To? guys joke that his face is included in the valuation of the company's net worth."

She eyes Siwon one more time—"I can see why."—then switches gears. "Are you ready to dance again?" she asks eagerly.

"Totally, but mind if we stop somewhere first?" Jessi nods, and he takes her hand and leads her through the crowd.

"Where are we going?" she asks as they join a short line in front of a cashier.

"Making a donation," Henry explains with a grin over his shoulder as he fishes his wallet out of his pocket.

"Didn't you help set up this whole event? You basically donated your time already," Jessi reasons. They step forward after the guest ahead of them finished, and it's Henry's turn. He shrugs distractedly, busy finishing up his transaction. "Maybe, but I'm not gonna donate a lot. Just fifty thousand won or something, like the price of a really good dinner."

Jessi frowns and raises an eyebrow in that way people do to mean huh-that's-not-so-bad. "Well, if I'm here, I guess I'll donate a little myself."

He beams over at Jessi, and she gives him a smile in return, a genuine one, not tinged with teasing or platonic distance for a change.

They walk back to the main dance floor hand in hand, and the club erupts in cheers.