#I’m sorry for the sudden hiatus but at the same time

[paintedkinzy-88]

Hey Kinzy! Just wanted to check in hope life isn't too crazy! Take care of yourself luv!!

❤🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🤎🖤🩶

AHHH YOURE VERY SWEET THANK YOU ❤️❤️❤️

As a lil update why not: I had more classes than usual last quarter, plus senior final stuff, so it took a lot of my focus and time… add on a new puppy, brother’s engagement, graduation preparation, etcetc it’s just been a bit hectic!

I am working on new TTS AND Winged chaps, as well as some ideas for… another fandom I’m obsessing over rn ;w; but y’know. Feel a lil crappy now and it’s messing with my motivation wheeeeze. It’ll pass no worries XD

I have OG work I could throw on here if anyone’s interested I suppose, but otherwise I do plan on being back online very soon! My last quarter only consists of two classes, and I expect to have a lot of free time to work on fandom stuff and my own, larger projects as well ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Thank you for the check in tho!! I swear I’m alright just needed a break, and I really appreciate the patience and continued support (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[translatemunson]

cat and mouse for a month or two or three • ttfd

chapter eight of the tortured firefighters department

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cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, no descriptions of reader, brains is recovering, idiots in love, short chapter after a huge hiatus I'M SORRY OK , no proofreading otherwise i’d never post this (lmk if i missed something)

A new routine took place. You spend most days inside your apartment, classes online since they were checking all the buildings on that side of the campus, on medical leave from your job because, on top of the broken ribs, they wanted you to recover from the burnout you got yourself into. That also meant you were taking mandatory therapy sessions, and maybe after a month they could let you work again. It was like being grounded from what kept you fueled in your late twenties.

Their first mistake was giving you way too much free time while bored. You wrote pages upon pages of your thesis in your first week. The moment you hit send and sat to wait for your professor’s notes, you found out you couldn’t reorganize your home because it was considered too much effort for your broken ribs. Your kitchen became the latest victim.

But a real victim to all your boredom was one door down the hall, who probably regretted giving you a copy of his keys — to be used just in case of an emergency.

“What the hell are you doing, Brains?” It was the third time this week that Buck arrived at his home and found out you were there, just casually chilling,

“Reading!” You were upside down on his couch, a romance book in your hands.

“I don’t think this position is good for your ribs. Can you sit like a normal person?”

“No. It’s boring. Also, I’m gonna babysit Chris tomorrow, so I’m hijacking your Xbox.”

“Why aren’t you doing that at your place?” He pointed to your silly reading position.

“Because I needed to tell you about your video game. Are you hungry? There’s some lasagna in your fridge.”

“Did you make it?”

“Yeah. Now shut up, they’re finally confessing their feelings for each other.”

Buck turned the TV on just to get some noises into the silent apartment. You were too busy with your book, he was too afraid of doing something he would have regretted later. Somewhere between his first and second plate of lasagna, you put the book aside and started to pay attention to the news.

“Big rescue, hm?”

“I don’t know why they keep building towers with paper thin structures and too many glass windows with shitty fire alarms. What happened to the good ol’ bricks and stones?” He was eating at the table, probably destroying the food in record time.

“Excellent question. I’ll look it up and give you an answer tomorrow”

“You’re really bored, aren’t you?”

“Oh, what gave it away?”

“It’s definitely not the same book from yesterday, you cooked a lasagna as big as the ones Bobby feeds us, you’re gonna babysit Chris on Eddie’s day off.”

“He needs to run some errands, and Chris hasn’t been feeling good lately, probably just the flu. So I offered my services for the day. What’s wrong with that?” You stared at him. Was he cuter upside down than the other way around?

“Nothing, it’s just… are you ok?”

“Please, don’t pull a therapist on me, I already had my mandatory session today. I swear I’m ok, I’m just bored of doing nothing. No adrenaline, no deadlines.”

“You’re really addicted, hm?”

“What can I say, Buckley, I wasn’t made to stay still.” As soon as the local news was over and football started, you moved back to your book. Buck got up and went for some beers. “I’m just gonna finish this and I’ll see myself out.”

“I’m gonna charge you rent for my couch.” He sat on the floor, right next to your face. Third time in his living room was a charm, right?

“Wasn’t the lasagna enough?”

“I thought that was for my Xbox. Want one?”

“No, thanks.”

You opened your book again, but the sudden proximity with Buck was the only thing you could focus on. The five o’clock shadow, the red birthmark on the left side of his face, the brightest eyes you’ve ever seen… Staying alone with your thoughts for too long was making you think of things you once judged impossible.

It was a split second, but he caught you red handed, staring at him. You smiled and moved your eyes to the pages of your book, not sure where you left off.

One big hand snatched the object from you. You turned to your side to complain and retrieve it, giving Buck the perfect opportunity to bring your lips close and kiss you. It barely turned into a deep kiss before you took some space to process what was happening. Your action made Buck a little confused, blinking his eyes and nervously messing with his own hair.

Your ribcage started hurting, so you moved your body carefully until you were sitting on the floor, face to face with him. Giving him enough time to change his mind, to say he actually didn’t mean it. Because how could he kiss someone like you?

You thought you’d never see a glimpse of fear on the eyes of one of the most fearless men you knew. Buck was too stunned to say anything, his full, pink lips slightly open. Your hand found the curve of his neck, your cold skin over his boiling hot veins.

You leaned in for another one. He pulled you closer carefully. However, it was nearly impossible to avoid the messier, helpless kisses. Evan Buckley was finally taking over your mind, maybe even your whole body.

Both of you had to move back a little, taking quick breaths after such intense kisses. You rested your hands on his shoulders and smiled.

“Did it really take me getting trapped in a burning building for us to have the courage to do this?” You bit your lower lip, trying to avoid him noticing your blushed cheeks.

“I don’t know about you, but I wanted to do this for a long time,” he confessed.

And it caught you by surprise. So Maddie was really telling you the truth.

“Wait, how long?” He avoided eye contact and you laughed. “No, Buck, please. Tell me.”

“Do you remember that shift I got your number with Eddie? So,” he took a deep breath, “I was planning on asking you out that day, but I just… I chickened, ok?”

“And right after that you ate all my cupcakes when I was at Maddie’s. Off to the best start, Buckley.”

“Not my best move, ok?” He laughed. “How many months ago was it?”

“No clue, to be honest.” You pecked his lips again.

Buck’s arms held you close, not willing to let you go. His lips were just inches away.

“Should I remind you of my doctor’s orders?” you whispered.

“You’re never walking into danger on my watch again.” Buck finally let you go, but it was written in his face it wasn’t what he wanted. His touch lingered a little longer, a little too deep. And you were sure you were mirroring his actions.

“I know.” You got his video game console and your book. “See you tomorrow?”

“Sure thing, Brains.”

You leaned over, leaving a goodnight kiss and a promise to come back to whatever you just started.

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“Ok, do you want some snacks? I,” you checked your storage once again, noticing how you should’ve added “do groceries” to your list. “How are we feeling about popcorn?”

“I love popcorn!” Chris replied, his focus on the TV screen.

“Popcorn it is.” You turned the machine on and measured the serving. You heard knocks on your door. “Just a second!”

Maybe Eddie was back because Chris forgot something in the car? No, he had everything in his backpack. You opened the door, but your eyes stayed on the kid on your couch. “Really, Eddie, don’t worry. I can watch him for as long as you need and… Buck.”

“Hi.” Even if he looked like he just left the shower, his voice sounded like he ran a marathon and stopped at your door.

“Buck!” You both heard Chris from the couch. “Are you joining us?”

“Only if Brains let me.” He smiled, waiting for you to invite him in.

“How could I say ‘no’? Come in, we are playing video games and having popcorn.”

“You can play with me!”

“I’ll be there in a sec, Chris. I just need to talk to Brains first,” he pulled you aside and out of Chris’ view. Not like the kid is paying any attention to you, anyway. “Hey there.”

“Hi. Why do I have a feeling you’re here to babysit me?” You move to your kitchen, rushing to find the popcorn bucket in your cabinets.

“Can you blame me? You have two broken ribs, self diagnosed burnout syndrome,” you mumbled, “ok, your therapist said you have it, and you’re babysitting Chris on a day you’re supposed to wake up after 3.”

“It’s just for a few hours, and he’s not like Jee-Yun,” you pointed out the reality: Chris was just a little bit sick and Eddie didn’t want him to be alone. “So you’re here to see if I have plans for today.”

“Kinda.” He opened the top cabinet and gave you the bucket. “Do you?”

You elbowed him on the torso, playfully.

“Watch your step, I know his reputation.” You pointed to Chris over your shoulder. “But the answer to your question is no.”

Buck smiled, satisfied with himself. “Hey, Chris, orange or apple juice?”

“Apple, please! I’m crushing you!” The kid's voice indicated a promise to end Buck’s character.

“Ok, buddy, if you say so,” he turned to you and whispered, “so it’s a date?”

“Yes, Buckley. Now are you gonna help me with Chris or not?” You served two glasses of apple juice.

“Sure thing, but I might need to run some errands later because,” and he stopped himself. “You’ll see.”

a/n: hi is there anyone here still? i know guys, i was gone, no sign of life, but hey, i'm back (i hope so). IT FINALLY HAPPENED! i had to make this chapter shorter than usual because otherwise it would be too big. so that's it. see ya soon!

[simp-is-here]

Jumin Han x Fem Reader: Disco Pang Pang

Amusement Park Story 1

Summary: Jumin is taken on a ride where he meets you

Warning: (if I got the name wrong or did anything false with this fic please tell me), I haven’t done anything Mystic Messenger related in a long time so possibly ooc, my writing is rusty due to my like 4 month hiatus and might not be the best, it’s also short, if you see a * it’s because I spend too much time on character.ai

A/N: hey I’m sorry I haven’t been writing, I couldn’t think of anything and I was going through mental stuff.

This will be apart of a short story series based around the same idea, also it’s really really short and I might rewrite it later

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He didn’t even wanna come here, the RFA decided to have a ‘free day’ and hang out at the amusement park, Jumin was unwillingly dragged along. Seven had pointed at a ride for everyone to try, it was a large circle with seats on the rim of it with railings so the riders could hold on.

While they waited in line he staggered forward at a sudden force, turning around he saw a woman there with an apologetic look on her face.

“I’m so sorry, are you alright?” She asked him, hoping she didn’t upset the random man

But as fate would have it, before he could respond the people on the ride went off, making way for the new riders. He watched as the woman went up with her friends, Seven and Yoosung were heading on when they saw Jumin still standing there.

“Not chickening out are you?” Zen said, a cocky smile on his face

Jumin just rolled his eyes, getting on the ride as well. They sat down not to far from you and your friends, he couldn’t help but let his eyes occasionally wander to you, sometimes he saw you looking back. Just as everyone felt the ride begin to spin slowly your face dropped as you felt your skirt ride up, putting one hand to pull down your skirt while holding desperately on the other. 

Jumin saw your actions and took off his jacket, offering it to you, catching the attention of the operator.

“Hey miss, you with the turtleneck.” The ride operator called out, you looked at him as you move Jumin’s jacket around your waist

“Are you single?”

The question takes many people off guard who begin to laugh, including you. With the nod of your head the ride suddenly jolted up a bit, causing you to fly up as well and hold the bars tightly. This happens more and more to the point where the jacket starts slipping from your lap, you quickly let go to readjust it but find your body flying sideways, landing in the lap of a person.

You and Jumin meet eyes as he holds you so you don’t fall, his hands also holding the jacket for you. The RFA (Seven mainly) beside him were cheering and trying to tease him about having a beautiful girl land on him.

“Jumin Han.” he introduces with a bit of a smile

(Name) you say back, holding onto his arms while the ride operator finds his next victi- people to torment.

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Thank you for reading. If you have any requests just send them to me and I’ll try to write them to the best of my ability

And remember you are a fantabulous human being and that is my opinion to which you can not change my opinion so better just accept that you’re an amazing person who is doing a fantastic job. Keep up the great work. Have a good day or night or whatever you’re reading this at

[ortajo]

After a long hiatus I’m kinda back,,,I’ve wrote something that I’m gonna leave here for anyone interested lol,,,ly all and always <3

Temptation (erenxreader onshot)

cw:2,6k

MDNI, contains nsfw descriptions, mentions of alcohol (consensual)

plot: your neighbor Eren comes inside your apartment to give you an hard truth about your boyfriend Jean and comforting you after only seems right no?

Author’s note: another small one shot I wrote while listening to a mr.robinson audio (you can have any man you want) go check it out it def deserves a listen!

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The knock on the door startled you.

You weren’t usual to hear music out loud inside your small apartment but today was rough to say the least, so you needed some loud music to make your thoughts disappear even for just a minute.

Worried you came closer to the door after carefully lowering the volume on your stereo.

You neighbor Eren was standing just a few inches away from the frame of your door.

“hey I don’t want to bother you but-“

You cut him short knowing already what his intentions are “I’ll lower the music yeah sorry”

He looks at you confused by your sudden response “that wasn’t why I came actually” he slowly adds before you frantically speak over him, once again.

“jean is not home”.

You neighbor was usual for coming over and asking for some help to your boyfriend, usually for some heavy lifting or some kind of work he wasn’t able to do alone.

“I wasn’t looking for jean actually” he inhales deeply before speaking again “I just saw him leave”

Now you’re the one left confused by his response, but he is quick to clarify it only by looking at your puzzled face.

“I actually came over to talk to you” his eyes are fixed on the floor, carefully studying the strange pattern of that obnoxious welcoming mat Jean bought and that now you remembered you really need to get rid of.

“I have a minute, come in” he was no stranger to you, the two of you had plenty of nights together and planned lots of parties, one of them in which you actually met Jean.

As he makes his way into your house, you watch him carefully looking around, studying the furniture that has always been the same, he is more attentive this time but you just can’t understand why.

“this place is always so cozy” he is in the living room, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room like he is ready to give a speech, “both our apartments are so similar but you really give it life mh?”.

He looks up to you while you gently propped yourself against the counter that divides the kitchen from the living room, your arms crossed at your chest, eagerly waiting for him to tell the truth about this unexpected visit.

He rubs his hands together, “sooo” his eyes wander around the room before landing on you again “not really sure how to start this conversation, maybe it’s not even my place to bring it up” his voice becomes a whisper and he starts to mumble something that you’re unable to catch.

“what?” you go closer to him trying to understand his words.

“you weren’t home two nights ago right?” he looks up to you, his eyes are suddenly shy and embarrassed.

“no I was still out for work you know that” you look at him but he tries everything to get away from your eyes staring him down “why Eren what happened” you let out a sigh of frustration and a shaky laugh “you’re worrying me”

“you and Jean don’t have an open relationship right?”

You wish you didn’t understand any of the words he is saying to you now.

“I feel like an asshole for doing this fuck” a hand runs through his thick hair “I heard a couple of people having” his eyes dart towards the floor “fun, over here” he caringly looks at you before adding “Jean was one of the someones”.

You slowly walk towards the couch before speaking again, your voice merely over a whisper “you sure?”

“if I had any doubts I wouldn’t be here trust me” he says with a nervous laugh after “this isn’t the first time I’ve heard or seen something odd”

Your sight goes blurry for a couple of second while you try to breathe through the moment, a cold shiver down your spine makes you shudder so slightly.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way but I had to speak my truth I couldn’t hold back any longer” Eren right now is just a mess of words, he is trying to make the pill easier to swallow but it feels like scalding iron is being poured down your throat.

“if you want me to go I’ll go”

He stands there in silence for what it seems an eternity.

“I already had a feeling he was cheating” you speak again but this time your voice is a bit stronger.

“what?” he looks at you with an expression that is half surprised and half angry but you just can’t figure out which part is more prominent “and you fucking did nothing?” definitely anger.

You just look at him while he paces around your living room like he is the one finding out about being cheated on “he goes and fucks some random girl when he has you at home” his hands violently gesturing like he is trying to make the feeling dissipate through his fingers, shaking away the anger like dripping water.

“he has always been like this, nothing can satisfy him right?” he looks at you trying to find some approval “bigger house, bigger car, he is pathetic” he sighs “obviously trying to compensate for his small dick syndrome”

A small chuckle comes out of you involuntarily, your hand flies to your mouth.

“why didn’t you leave?” his hand stops you before you can talk “and don’t tell you feel like you need someone like him please”

“he made me feel inferior for all this years, he gaslighted me into staying with him for the better, I didn’t feel strong enough to make it on my own you know?”

“you were top of your classes during college for fucks sake, you could have asked for my help” he sighs before looking up to you, he sat down near you while you were talking.

“want a hug?” you simply nod and after you feel safer than you’ve ever felt in the last years.

“if it makes you feel any better” he whispers into your ears while both of you are reluctant to stop this hug “he is just as bad as pleasing other partners as he is with you”

You abruptly stop the embrace and look at him “well how do you know that”.

“the walls are paper thin in this apartment complex right?” he mumbles while looking around playfully.

A small laugh comes out of you and a playful slap lands on his shoulder.

After a couple of minutes, the tension is already wearing off.

You both decided that pouring yourselves a couple of glasses of red was the right decision.

“you never thought about having things your way as well?” Eren says while swishing the wine around his glass “at work you’re so in control, you don’t have any fun of your own, I never hear you talking about anything else” he looks up to you and softly brings the glass to his mouth “not a single hint of temptation?” a small smirk on his mouth before tasting the deep flavor of the wine.

“if only you knew your true worth you wouldn’t settle for the scraps he gives you”.

This last phrase switches something inside of you, you finally felt like breaking free from those chains that were tying you down.

“you could have any man that you want”

His posture is now less rigid, he is laid back into the soft sofa while his eyes roam up and down your body unable to focus on a single place.

“it’s not true c’mon” you kindly laugh while your hand tries to expel those words from your mind

“I’m just saying” he smiles before getting back up a bit, he is now only mere inches away from you, the heat of his body and the smell of wine is more pungent than ever “you deserve better than the half sex he has been giving you”

“did I ever tempt you?” the words come out in a rush and you’re unable to stop them, you would like to say that’s the wine talking but honestly this is only the truth, you’ve always wanted to know if he had a thing for you.

“I’m a single man faced every day with a beautiful woman” he puts the glass down on the small coffee table “how could I never have been tempted sweetheart.”

You look at him, dazed, unable to respond.

His hands don’t touch you but his eyes are undressing you carefully “her smell” he inhales like he is thinking about the consequences of this but he decides to go on anyways, the green of his eyes is glowing through his thick lashes “the soft skin under my touch, her lips” he is now looking at you and the room grew hotter suddenly.

“any man would be insane to forget about those lips” a soft finger touches your lips slightly, tracing them.

Suddenly he snaps back.

When his hand falls back on the sofa you breathe again, your cheeks feel on fire.

“I might have let my feelings have the best of me sorry” he sighs and then he is once again far away from you, a cold shiver travels down your spine, “I’m just so angry about this, he had you when it could have been me all along instead”

Both of you breathe sharply, you hold you glass with both of your hands but it still feels unstable.

“the nights I’ve spent thinking about you” he looks down, his head between his hands “thinking about treating you like you deserve, doing to you what you need, serving you right” he slightly shakes his head.

“that’s extremely forward of you Eren” you manage to say while sitting back straight, still unable to stand up.

“what are you gonna do about it mh?” his head turns into his hands, his long hair covering a small amount of his face.

You don’t move, you’re unsure on what to do but everything tells you not to waste this chance.

“why don’t you be a big girl and tell me what you really want sweetie” he tempts you like a goddamn devil, but he is good at it.

A rush of courage flows inside of you, you lean in and kiss him.

At first unsure, it had been years since you’ve kiss anybody else apart from Jean and he had always felt monotonous he made you forget what a real kiss feels like.

Eren deepens the kiss quickly and you ask yourself a million times why you waited this long.

His tongue is quick and precise, he knows what he wants but most of all what you need.

You let him inside your mouth carefully but with each kiss the need of him grows and you feel insatiable.

His hands roam on your body, learning and studying each curve, each nook of your body, meticulously.

“I’ll give you what he never did” he whispers between breaths and whimpers the two of you let out, his hand on you jaw guiding you during this moment.

Even kissing his doesn’t feel enough, you need him close in a way you never thought you did.

You give yourself to him, all of you, his hands are now past your shirt, his fingers play with your nipples at this point so hard that even just a slight brush could make you scream his name.

“pardon me” he says while pulling away from you “but we need more space” he scoops you up easily from the couch and makes his way towards your bedroom.

He knows his way perfectly around the house.

As soon as he sits you down on the soft bed you start working on his belt, you’re unable to contain, you want him now.

“I did hear the two of you a couple of times and I tried to not pay attention but, I’m only human” he looks down at you while you unzip his pants.

“god the sounds you made” he groans softly when you press your hand on his boxers, feeling his dick growing harder just by the second “I couldn’t get them out of my mind”

Just when you are freeing him from his boxers he stops you “I need to make things right” and he softly shoves you on the bed.

You prop yourself on your elbows before understanding his intensions.

He starts trailing soft kisses along your body while he undresses you from the comfy clothes you were wearing, a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

He is quick but gentle, he kisses you down your neck, your chest and your tummy before heading towards your most sensitive spot.

While he sets small pecks on your thighs your sensitive cunt is already eager on what’s about to come, your panties already soaked because of the kiss are now unuseful and he is having too much fun teasing you.

The first kiss that lands on your cunt comes unexpectedly and this makes you squirm loudly.

After that he goes all in.

He shoves your panties aside and starts working on your pussy unable to contain himself any longer.

His tongue is perfect and it circles around your clit sending you near the edge too many times, he teases you constantly but he always stops right before your orgasm, he is making you work for it almost begging for it.

But when it arrives you actually feel like you’re coming for the first time in your life.

He grips your legs tightly and makes you ride his face till you get to the edge, until you spill all over his face, you’re unable to contain the spasms because of the rush of electricity that starts at the bottom of your spine.

His tongue collects your juices until the last drop, he wants to savor all of this, he wants to keep this all for himself.

“you’re so good baby” he says while collecting the last drops of you near his mouth, a small peck on your forehead before you feel him teasing you again at your entrance with his cock now free of the boxers eagerly waiting in his hands.

A small nod of approval is all he needs to slip himself inside of you.

And as soon as he is inside of you it feels a hundred times better that all the times you did it with Jean.

He lets out a whimper when he slips inside, like he waited for this his whole life, from the moment he met you years ago.

He pounds you slowly before picking up the pace, the sounds he lets out are ungodly and so are yours.

The room fills up quickly with your desperate moans and the sound of your skin slapping against his.

The act is quick but he focuses once again on making you finish before him, harder than him, he wants you to never forget the orgasms he gave you that Jean couldn’t in all of this years.

He comes after you and you let him finish on your stomach.

He comes hard and his voice comes out shaky when he praises you once again for having such a prefect cunt for him.

Both of you are out of breath when he lays near you on the bed, it feels only natural to crawl between his arms and he is more than happy to hold you.

“sorry I’m so sweaty sweetie” he whispers when you lay your head on his chest, his hand slowly stroking your hair.

When his heart finally calms down he speaks again “fuck him honestly” he takes a deep breath in “come with me, at my place, fucking kick his ass away from your apartment, start brand new”

You softly chuckle against his skin before he leans in to kiss you again.

“fuck him” you whisper against his mouth before kissing him back.

[silverior968]

I’ve got some updates, first of all for my animation of Across A Dark Plain and also a personal life update that will affect the project.

Here are some environments I have designed for the project:

[Image ID: A purple-toned digital drawing of a church on a hill  at night, surrounded by graves. The walls of the church are light toned, everything else is dark, except for the yellow moon behind the steeple. On the right side of the drawing there is a shading guide, yellow with the text “light, Add glow 25%” next to it and dark purple with the text “multiply 80%” next to it.  / End ID]  

[Image ID: A brown-toned digital drawing of a dim supply room. There are 4 shelves, 2 on each side of the room, containing books and crates. There are also 2 big crates stacked on top of each other by one of the shelves. Yellow light shines from an unseen source.  On the right side of the drawing there is a shading guide, light purple with the text “multiply 50%” next to it, brown with the text “multiply 50%” next to it, and yellow with the text “light, Add glow 30%” next to it. / End ID]

[Image ID: A digital drawing of open plains on an overcast day. The ground is sandy with patches of grass and a bush in the foreground. There are mountains in the background, and the sky is covered in gray stratocumulus clouds. In the lower right corner is a shading guide, two shades of gray with the text “multiply 80%” next to them. / End ID]

[Image ID: A  digital drawing of the same plains, but at night with a clear sky showing the moon. The environment is blue-toned, except for the yellow moonlight patches and the moon itself. On the right side is a shading guide, dark blue with the text “multiply 90%” next to it and yellow with the text “add 30%” under it.  / End ID]

The first two are drawn over 3D models I built from scratch in Blender, the two latter ones were freehanded. These are not all the environments as I can’t fit all of them here, these are just my favorites so far. 

Now, for the personal update: I need to take a hiatus from all my projects for a bit. The reason for this is that I am going to undergo brain surgery (technically skull and cerebellum surgery) in a few days and will need a lot of time to recover. I’ll talk more about it later in a different post, I’m sorry that this is so sudden.

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Review for “Ophelia After All” by Racquel Marie!

Hello, Tumblrians! I’ll try to publish at least 4 reviews this week. If I go on another unpredicted hiatus, at least I can have all this writing to make up for my sudden absence? 

Real talk though, I’m sorry about the inconsistent schedule. I get pretty self-conscious about this Tumblr account (there’s a reason I don’t use hashtags anymore), and also I’ve been kinda exhausted in the last week. I already told you guys about South Carolina. (There was originally gonna be a 540-word rant after this but I cut it. That was definitely for the best!)

I really gotta set realistic standards for myself. I keep thinking I’ll be prepared to upload reviews for this account but then I get hit with anxiety paralysis and just never upload anything. It feels like a chore sometimes, even when I made this for fun. I know not many people follow this, because I stay out of hashtags and the people who actually choose to follow me ���cause they saw my reviews somewhere and liked them leave because I’m inconsistent. I’m sorry for repeatedly disappointing you all.

Okay! Time to actually start my book review! 

Ophelia After All by Racquel Marie follows 17 year-old Ophelia: daughter of an Irish English professor and a Cuban immigrant, she’s spent her whole life being a passionate rose gardener, gossip lover, and hopeless romantic with a crush on nearly every boy she meets. But a few weeks before prom, when she undeniably falls for a female classmate named Talia, she begins to question the identity she’s developed over time—and how much of it was because she wanted to appease the people around her. 

I really loved this book! Ophelia was a realistic teenage protagonist, and especially liked the dynamic she had with her friend group (which was one of many relationships paramount to the story). They teased and supported each other, called people out on their shit, fought and later made up, like a lot of friend groups do. While I get that not everyone likes to read about teenage drama, it was resolved by the end, and it didn’t take the melodramatic approach. There was also an interesting examination of Ophelia getting used to being around guys and not necessarily liking them romantically! Maybe it’s because I’m gay but I appreciated that too.

Anyhow! Other things I liked: Talia and Ophelia’s friendship! Ugh the embarrassment in the middle though😬 (WHY OPHELIA). I did like that even after everything they maintained that platonic relationship, though. I was expecting for it to be a romance because a lot of the YAs of this variety I read typically are, this is the first one I’ve read where the MC didn’t get the girl and learned to deal with that! (Also, Talia was sweet.) The multifaceted discussion of Ophelia’s identity was cool too, mixing together discussions on heteronormativity, culture, and dealing with the future in a coming-of-age story. I also just really love queer contemporary stories! It’s something about the light, sometimes snarky but overall honest writing style of basically every single one I read that leaves me whizzing through several hundreds of pages in under a day.

And of course, you can’t go wrong with the additional rose anecdotes sprinkled throughout the story.

(Sidenote, though: I was reading this the same week I was reading and listening to Bianca Torre Is Afraid Of Everything, so there was this weird coincidence between the two where both MCs had Shakespeare-obsessed moms who named their children after lady characters from his plays, assumed they were cishet, and initially weren’t trusted in their coming out journeys lmao?!) 

Uhmmm I don’t know what else to add on, except for that I just really liked that although everything was resolved there were still consequences and (eventual) self-awareness, and this and Felix Ever After are probably my favorites of the “messy coming-of-age” queer contemporary subgenre! (Which isn’t actually a real subgenre, but it should be considered one, right?!) My positive reviews are always very short, lol. Just look at my When The Angels Left The Old Country one, I remember I was going in circles? So I’ll cap it off here!

Book rating: (predictably) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5 Finished 06/07/23.

(Book content warnings: Homophobia, lesbophobia, racism, outing, mentions of aro/acephobia and islamophobia.)

-Paz, signing off! ^^

[tetsvhoe]

ooooh i see that you have one slot left so uh 14 and 25 in a sort of angst to fluff with suna? idk if that's allowed but i think it'd be interesting haha congrats on the now 500!!

"GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T LEAVE."

character/s: suna rintaro x gn reader

genre/s: angst to fluff

warning/s: none

gwen's notes 🤍: still on hiatus i just wanted to post this finally since it's been too long

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

one of the reasons why you and suna worked so well in the beginning was because you were both laid back and relaxed in your relationship. you understood that he didn’t like being too vulnerable all the time and being sappy was out of the question. he understood that there were days when you couldn’t bring yourself to respond to any messages and sometimes you just wanted to be left alone.

lately though you couldn’t tell the difference between being comfortable in your relationship and being lazy. you wanted to set boundaries and make sure you were on the same page but things took a turn for the worst.

“i don’t get what your problem is all of a sudden. we’ve always been like this,” he mumbled dismissively sinking further into his seat as he scrolled through his phone, tuning you out.

“just because we’ve always been like this doesn’t mean we should stay like this-”

“and what’s so wrong with staying like this? i thought we were both fine with this set up?” he placed his phone down with a click to look at you inquisitively.

“we were,” you stated firmly. he was the first to break the intense eye contact as he rolled his eyes with a scoff. “rin, we’re at the point in our relationship where we decide if we love each other enough to do or be what the other person needs. i think we should just-i don’t know. sometimes it feels like you don’t really want to try, like you’re not putting in any effort-”

“and there it is,” he snarled, flinging his arms in the air. words caught in your throat as you were taken aback by the sudden attitude. just a second ago he seemed so bored out of his mind like he would rather be anywhere else but here, the next he was completely consumed by anger. cruel words shot out his mouth like arrows shot straight to your chest before he could even think about what he was saying. “i only dated you because i thought we were the same. you want a closed off and unavailable boyfriend until you don’t! you only want what’s convenient for you and when you start wanting more than i could give, you fucking blame me.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat harshly, staring dumbfounded at his back turned to you.

“fuck, i’m sorry-” he caught a glimpse of your broken expression as he swiftly turned. you could easily pinpoint the moment the weight of his words registered to him as his face drained of its color. he rushed to you as you started gathering your things and headed towards the door.

“wait no don’t go. i fucked up but i really don’t want you to leave.”

“give me one reason why i shouldn’t leave,” your voice cracked as you stared into nothingness. suna clung onto you desperately.

“y-you said this is when we decide if we love each other enough to give what the other person needs…” he trailed off quietly. you heard soft sniffles and decided against checking his eyes for tears. this was the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him. “well i uh, i think… no, i know i love you enough to try harder. i can’t promise i’ll be enough-”

you cut him off with a heavy sigh, finally turning to face him with an annoyed glare. “don’t be silly. you’re enough, rin. i only ever wanted us to reach a compromise.”

he nodded eagerly, eyes glossed with tears before burying his face into your chest. you didn’t say anything about the warm pool of tears staining your shirt as you weaved a hand through his hair.

you stared up at the ceiling, barricaded on all sides with a mountain of pillows. you stubbornly refused to cuddle him despite him convincing you to stay the night. you felt the pillows shift beside you. suna emerged from under them, groaning sleepily.

“what are you doing?”

“you took all the pillows so i’m using you as one,” he mumbled. you could almost hear him pout. you fought back a smile, reminding yourself he wasn’t quite out of the woods yet. you tried keeping your arms around yourself but how could you when he kept nuzzling to your side like a baby fox.

[gonerboy]

If you like my work, please read.

(Delta Experiment)

Hey, everyone. I’ve got some really important news to share with all of you.

It’s no secret that my church is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. You probably know about the missionaries that go door-to-door and teach people. What you may not know is that that’s only one of the ways in which people can serve as a missionary, and that a portion of missionaries assist with charity work and other service.

You can probably guess where I’m going with this. ^^;

Starting on October 15, 2021, i’m going to be away on religious service. If this seems sudden... it was to me too! I was originally going to start in January of the new year, but the date has been moved up as of just a day ago. It’s.. rather daunting... but exciting, at the same time!

What does this mean for my projects?

I’ll have limited internet access, and limited time to work on art. And so, it means Delta Experiment has to go on hiatus. Believe me, I wish I could continue, but there’s just no feasible way I can find the time to work on it in a timely enough manner, especially with the whole survey / audience participation aspect. It requires a sort of internet presence that I just won’t be able to keep up.

Regarding the Discord: Since I’m not going to be here, I’m not sure what will happen to it. I’m still trying to figure out a solution. It may have to be archived for the time being, but we’ll see...

Regarding other art: I may be able to do some artwork here and there, but this would likely be sparse. I’m not really sure if I’ll be able to post it here, either.

How long will I be gone?

I’m not sure exactly. But it’s probably going to be somewhere between 6 and 12 months. It could be longer. Definitely no more than 24 months, though.

I’m sorry to leave so suddenly, especially right on the heels of Deltarune Ch. 2′s release. This is a wonderful time for the Undertale community, and I wish I could continue to make content and laugh alongside everyone. 

But, life has other plans. This is something I need to do, both for spiritual and mental purposes. To tell the truth, I’ve been a bit burnt out on comic creation recently, and I needed a break - this just happens to be the perfect opportunity to take one. I’m really excited to get started, and I think this is going to be a good experience.

I can’t thank everyone enough for your continued support on this project. When we first began, I thought it would be something too niche, or too weird for people to enjoy, but again and again I’ve been surprised by the responses we’ve gotten. Everyone is so kind. I’ve really met some amazing people through this project, including (but not limited to): @thatpastaguy , @cupcakepaints , @kuttiesstuff , @corpupine , @vanwoodva , @twoallnighters , and everyone on the Delta Experiment Discord (looking at you, Bo Tie). I’ve even got to meet some of the creators I’ve admired for a long time, like @wily-art , @lynxgriffin , and @drawloverlala . Everyone listed here is a very cool person, and well worth following, so consider doing that if you haven’t already. There’s more people I could probably name, but we’d be here all day...

Any amount of time away from the internet is a long time. A part of me is really afraid that everyone will forget about this, and that everything will have been for nothing. And if that’s the case, then I’m really grateful to have been able to make something people enjoyed, even if just for a little while. This story means a lot to me, and I really want to see it completed. Making these comics, and the experiences that have followed, have made me extremely happy, and I hope they’ve made you happy, too.

All that being said...

Here’s one more survey for you.

See you later.

Thank you. You’re amazing, really.

And please, don’t forget.

See you soon!

[misteria247]

"Her name is (Y/N)....."

Who would of thought that one little sentence would cause such an emotional turmoil. Deuce and Ace could only stare at the small boy, unable to comprehend what they'd just heard. It was a name that they hadn't heard in six long years. A name that even to this day caused them to get a bit upset.

"Are.....are you sure that's your mom's name.....?"

Deuce asked a bit breathless by the sudden crash of emotions that was hitting him. Ace on the other hand was just stunned beyond belief, unable to really think of anything to say.

"Yeah I'm sure......why.....?"

Elliott asked with a small head tilt. Deuce sucked in a sharp breath at the movement, the head tilt being nearly identical to yours. Ace just shook his head still in shock.

"I can't believe it......(Y/N)'s a mom......holy-"

Ace muttered trying to wrap his head around it before realizing something.

"Wait......if you're here that means.....!"

Ace started to say trailing off before Deuce picked up on what he was saying.

"She's here.....she's back in Twisted Wonderland.....! She's got a kid too......!"

Deuce said in awe before his expression furrowed in confusion.

"But wait.....if (Y/N) is the mom then who's the dad....?"

Deuce asked puzzled. Ace took another look at Elliott before seeing exactly who the father was.

"I think I figured it out.....it's him....."

Ace said. Deuce first looked confused before it clicked.

"No way he's.....!"

Deuce gasped stunned.

"There's no doubt about it. He's practically a clone of him."

Ace nodded in confirmation. Deuce was about to reply when he was interrupted.

"Wait.....do.....do you two know my mama......?? And.....and my papa.......??"

Elliott asked not daring to get his hopes up with the last question. If Ace and Deuce knew you then from the sounds of it they knew his father too. If they knew who his father was.......maybe Elliott could finally see you be happy completely and finally get his answers that he'd been desperately wanting. Ace and Deuce froze at Elliott's questions, the boy's hurt elbow all but forgotten about as he tried to get information. The two men were at a loss. They had no idea if they should answer Elliott's question about his father, given that you might not want Elliott to know. Plus the last thing the boys wanted to do is be reunited with you and then piss you off with something like this.

"Uh.....we do know your mama. She was a very old friend of ours. As for your papa......"

Deuce trailed off not knowing what to say. Ace thankfully took over.

"We don't know him very well."

Ace finished. Elliott deflated at this, his green eyes dimming slightly.

"O-oh......."

He said softly, looking down at the ground. Ace and Deuce felt themselves fill with guilt for having somewhat lied to the small child.

"Hey we might not have the answers you're seeking, but we do know someone who has some of them. But first I think we should get your arm fixed up and try to find your mama okay?"

Deuce said keeping the child close to him. Elliott gave a small nod, wanting to fix his stinging elbow and find you. Ace just kept quiet, his thoughts racing. He never imagined that he'd ever see you again, especially as a parent and in a mess like this. And he knew that Deuce was thinking the same thing he was. With Elliott now in Deuce's arms the duo made their way towards the one person who could help them at the moment.

~~~~~

Elliott clung to Deuce, keeping an eye out for his mother and taking in the sights around him. He took notice of some of the people who were now slowly starting to fill the once abandoned campus. Standing under the shade of a large tree was a rather tall, nervous looking man who had long flowing blue hair that looked like flames. Next to him was what looked like a robot teenager, who happily chattered away at him. Elliott couldn't help but notice that they looked like the one statue he'd seen of the man with the flames for hair. Further along the growing crowd was another group of men who looked like their were business men. Two of them were incredibly tall and the third one was rather pretty in Elliott's opinion. The two tall men had teal hair and different colored eyes, almost like they were twins. While the shorter one had steel blue hues and wavy silver hair.

A few more groups caught the young boy's attention rather quickly. One of them was filled with beautiful people who looked like they belonged in a movie or a story book. The leader of the group was the fairest of them all, looking absolutely stunning. Elliott was spell bound for a moment before the other man who wore a funny hat turned towards them and caught Elliott's eye. The strange man gave a smile when he noticed the small child and waved at him. Elliott waved back hesitantly before curling up into Deuce's shoulders more. Another group had two men who looked like they came straight out of the stories his mama read to him with the genies and magic carpets. The shortest of the duo had white hair and was dressed in the finest clothes, a beaming smile on his face as he talked to the taller man next to him. The other man was more serious looking, his hair long and braided nicely as he just nodded along to whatever the other man was saying.

Elliott also noticed that they were holding hands, and standing rather close to one another. The child tilted his head in confusion, thinking about the Arabian princess and her prince for some reason. As the trio made their way further into the school they passed another group of men. These men had animal ears. One man looked like a hyena with blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes, snickering under his breath as his companion, a large man with unruly brown hair filled with braids listened. Bright green eyes just stared irritated at his snickering companion, a scar decorating his face.

"Oi what are you staring at?"

A growling voice came from the man with the scar. Elliott let out a gasp and hid into Deuce. Deuce meanwhile looked up and went wide eyed and Ace just bit back a groan.

"L-Leona Senpai-! It's been awhile!"

Deuce said giving a small bow in nervousness. Ace rolled his eyes at his companion, slightly jumpy with the sudden stop from their destination.

"Oh it's you.....Deuce and Ace. It has been awhile. Tell your cub to keep his eyes to himself."

Leona growled simply before leaving without even so much as a goodbye. It was quite obvious that he wasn't in the mood for chitchat. His companion gave them a somewhat amused yet apologetic look before giving a small salute and following behind him. The duo seemed to sag with relief.

"Oh thank Seven he didn't notice. Now we can finally get to the person who can help you-"

Deuce started to say only to nearly jump out of his skin at a terrifyingly familiar voice. Ace jumped as well at the voice going pale rather quickly.

"May I ask.....why do you have a child with you? You'd think that after graduation......you would have learned to follow the rules......"

The voice said sounding pleasant but at the same time it brought chills to the two men. Even after six years they still had a fight or flight response with this person.

"Ah you shouldn't be so harsh on them. They're grown men after all."

Another voice chimed in sounding much more relaxed.

"Ahhhhh-!!! Look at this cutie!!! I definitely need a photo of his cute little face!!!"

Another voice chirped before a pair of hands gripped Elliott's cheeks in a gentle manner. Standing in front of him and the A-Deuce duo were three men that Elliott had never seen before. However........they seemed to know Deuce and Ace rather well.

Something told Elliott that this might take awhile before he finally got to see his mama again.

*Oh my God I'm alive hello! First I wanna apologize for the long hiatus, things have been extremely hectic and I haven't had a lot of time to write. But I finally managed to get something done for y'all so I consider that a win!!! Also let's play the game of guess who was mentioned here in Elliott's observations and who are the mystery trio at the end of the beloved cliffhanger! Sorry if this sucks shdhdhfhh. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And onwards to our tagging list!!!!! @genshin-idiot @ditsy-anime-thot @ctannth @reaperfeels @thatjessawall @simpformangas!!!!*

[bakarilennox]

Moth to a Flame

Pairing: Lewis Tan x Black!OC (Ophelia) x Henry Cavill RPF

(Based on the song “Moth To A Flame” by Swedish House Mafia & The Weeknd)

Content Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ smut, mentions of a miscarriage, infidelity, mental abuse, emotional abuse, depiction of sexual acts, manipulative behavior, gaslighting, strong language. (Might become a series, idk yet 🤷🏾‍♀️)

[Two years earlier]

“Well what the fuck do you want me to do Ophelia?! I can’t just drop everything at a moment’s notice!” Lewis bellowed across the room.

“You can if your girlfriend is miscarrying your baby! I was alone in that hospital room, Lewis!” Ophelia matched his volume.

“I was by myself in that room, could you even fathom how terrifying that is?! A Black woman alone in the hospital, losing her baby and having to answer questions in the mental state that I am in!” She glared at Lewis as he hung his head down, not saying a word as his fists dug into the marble kitchen island. Causing his fists to turn white.

Ophelia scoffs at him and crosses her arms. “Of course you don’t, because you can only think about your damn self! God forbid you take a moment from your career to actually be there for me! That would be just too fucking much for you.”

Lewis slammed his fist into the island causing Ophelia to jump up from the sudden action.

“Well, it’s not my fucking fault you lost the damn baby! So stop putting all this on me Goddammit!” he angrily retorted.

Ophelia’s rage converted to sadness by her boyfriend’s venomous statement.

“So you’re saying it’s my fault then?!? Is that what you’re telling me?” Her eyes began to well up.

Lewis’ face softened as his eyebrows rose and his mouth was left ajar as he realized the damage his words made. He walked around the counter to quickly console the love of his life. But Ophelia pushed him away as her tears silently stream down her face.

“Opi, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean th-” Lewis was cut off by her.

Her tone dramatically softened as she spoke with her head lowered and her arms crossed. “This isn’t working anymore Lew. I’m always left alone when you’re gone and whenever you’re here, we always end up fighting. This isn’t healthy, and it damn sure wouldn’t be any better if a child was involved…”

“B-but couples fight all the time. We can get through this, I-I’ll spend more time with you, I’ll get you th-that dog you always thought was cute, I-I’ll be better for I-I-I swear…” Lewis pleads frantically.

Ophelia looked up with her tears staining her makeup, she took a deep breath as she wiped the tear streaks with her sleeve before she continued.

“I think we should see other people, Lewis.” Ophelia’s words hit Lewis like a barrage of bullets, he dreaded the thought of losing Ophelia especially at their most vulnerable point in time.

“You don’t mean that, n-no you don’t mean that Opi. You’re upset, I get it. We both said horrible things to each other, but we always work them out…we always pull through.” Lewis slowly stepped toward Ophelia.

“No we don't Lewis, by the time the fighting could be ‘over’, you’re gone again. The situation was never truly fixed, it was left right here until you come back. Then you deflect and deflect until you have to leave again. I can’t keep doing this, we can’t keep doing this. It’s taking a toll on you too, I can see it in your face. We can’t keep hurting each other.” Ophelia wiped her tears away.

“Opi, please…don’t do this. We can go to counseling, I’ll go on hiatus, we can work on this together. I can bring you with me to set, I’ll do anything just please reconsider.” Lewis had both hands on Ophelia’s shoulders as he stared into her tear filled eyes while simultaneously holding back his.

Ophelia looked up at Lewis's face and shook her head. “It’s way too late for that. I thought that this baby would make things better for us, get you more involved, but it’s more of the same. We are in each other’s way and we need to heal from each other and just…move on. I’ll send someone to come get my things.”

Lewis was taken aback as Ophelia walked out the door for the last time. Lewis ran his fingers through his hair as he sunk into the kitchen island. “FUCK!” he yelled as he swiped the ceramic plates and wine glasses off the counter causing them to break. Unbeknownst to him, Ophelia was right behind the door. But the crashing sounds only confirmed that she made the right choice and she walked away from his door and out of his life forever.

[Present day - Ophelia]

“Ophelia? Ophelia Childs?!” Ophelia heard a woman call out her name causing her to turn around.

“Oh my God, Stephanie!” Ophelia walked up and hugged her longtime friend Stephanie Morrison.

“Look at you! You look so good! What has it been 5-6 years?!” Stephanie proceeded.

“That sounds about right, give or take. You’re looking absolutely gorgeous, how have you been? What’s been going on?” Ophelia replied.

“Y’know just busy with life and my photography. I just came back from Indonesia last week for Vogue. You know I love landscapes, but Vogue pays the bills so, gotta go where the money resides. I know you know girl.” Stephanie giggled.

“I feel you 100%, I was just telling my boyfriend the other day that as much as I can’t stand marketing, sometimes it’s the best thing for me until I get to where I need to be.” Ophelia shrugged.

“Boyfriend?! You mean Lewis still hasn’t popped the question yet?! As long as you two been together, I thought he would’ve at least put a ring on it or something!” Stephanie scoffed.

Lewis’s name made Ophelia’s ears burn as she heard it. It visibly shifted her whole mood as she tucked in her lips before she spoke.

“Umm, me and Lewis broke up. I’m not with him anymore.” She sheepishly corrected Stephanie.

“O-oh Philly, Philly I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t know.” Stephanie placed her hand on her chest.

“It’s fine, it was so long ago. I haven’t heard from him since, so it’s all good. Besides, I love Henry. He has helped me get through some rough times after Lewis so I’m thankful for that. Hey, you should come to our anniversary party next week. I would love for you to come and we can properly catch up.” Ophelia smoothly changed the subject.

“I would love to, let’s exchange numbers and you can text me the time and date.” Stephanie pulled out her phone.

“Aight, so my phone number is 213-555-0726.” Ophelia replied.

“I’ll send a text and we’re all set.” Stephanie smiled.

“Got it! Well, it’s been nice to see you mami. It’s been too long.” Ophelia smiled back.

“Way too long, I can’t wait to meet Henry.” Stephanie spoke in a deep octave and dramatically flipped her hair back.

Ophelia laughed. “Girl, you’re stupid. I’ll see you next week.”

Both women embraced each other and walked their separate ways.

[A week later]

“Thank you all for coming, dinner will commence shortly we just need everyone to take their seats and we will begin.” The event coordinator announced.

“Here you go sir.” She went to hand a gentleman a menu, but he turned it down.

His suit was freshly pressed, his somewhat slender frame did not hide his protruding muscles relaxed under his attire. His exposed gold chains glinted under the warm lights as a reminder of his opened top button on his dress shirt. He walked his way over to the end of the table, flicked away his reserved seat sign and slid into his seat. Lewis was chewing on a toothpick as he watched the other guests speak amongst each other. As all the other guests settled in their seats, Ophelia turned her head slightly and paused when she saw Lewis staring right back at her, her expression was like a deer caught in headlights. Her lip slightly quivered, not even noticing that Stephanie noticed Lewis' presence too. Causing Ophelia's friend to look back and forth between them.

“Oh shit.” Stephanie replied under her breath as she sipped Moët slowly from her champagne glass.

Henry clearing his throat broke their trance as she looked up at him.

“Greetings ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank everyone for coming this evening for the anniversary of me and Ophelia’s relationship. Sometimes it doesn’t feel real to me that someone so beautiful, intelligent, and thoughtful could be by my side for as long as she has. But I’m glad…no blessed to be with her and I don’t want wait any longer to show this amazing woman how much she means to me so…” Henry got down on one knee and took out a small box that exposed a large diamond ring. Ophelia was visibly shaking as she stared at the large diamond.

“You gotta be shitting me.” Lewis spoke under his breath.

Henry was completely oblivious to Lewis' snide remark as he continued. “Ophelia Jhené Childs, you are an extraordinary woman and the best thing that has ever come into my life. I can’t imagine taking a single breath, let alone spend a single day without you by my side. If you please do me the honor of becoming my wife, I will protect you, cherish you, you will never want for anything, I would bring you the entire world and several galaxies over to you cause you deserve so much. In other words, Sweetheart, will you marry me?”

Ophelia nodded rapidly as tears came out of her eyes. “Yes, yes! Yes!”

They both stood up and kissed each other as they both were overcome with emotion. The only one in the room not clapping and cheering was Lewis. He was visibly irritated by what he characterized as a spectacle. He slid out of his seat and walked off with both hands in his pockets. No one noticed his disapproval, except Stephanie. She got up and followed Lewis out of the room.

Lewis made a sharp turn into a corridor leading towards the exit, he took out his toothpick and without looking, he flicked it straight into a trash can and replaced his hand back into his pocket.

“Well you got some damn nerve to show up here and then just leave.” Stephanie called him out.

Lewis stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, and turned around plastering a fake smile before he spoke. “Stephanie, how have you b-”

“Don’t be fucking fake! Why in the hell are you here?” Stephanie cut him off.

Lewis’ smile drops from his face as he scoffs at her. “Y’know, it’s real funny how you haven’t even reached out to Ophelia for years, but all of a sudden you wanna act like her best friend now.”

Stephanie placed her hands on her hips and scowled at Lewis. “Look here! I’m grown, I don’t have to explain my friendship with Philly to nobody. Especially you! If you even think of trying to kill my girl’s happiness, I’ll-”

“Stephanie, I got this.” Ophelia intervened.

“Philly, you should be with your man having your moment right n-” Stephanie looked into Ophelia’s face and recognized her seriousness.

“Fine! I hope she fucking kicks you out like the piece of shit you are, come mierda.” Stephanie walks off, continuing to cuss Lewis out in Spanish and glaring at him one last time before she was out of sight.

Lewis looked back at Ophelia and began to speak. “That Stephanie…she always had a mouth on h–”

“The fuck are you doing here Lewis?” His ex cut him off.

“Wow! You really think me coming here was about you?” Lewis quipped.

“Answer the fucking question, I don’t have all night.” Ophelia crossed her arms.

Lewis smirked as he passed his tongue over his bottom teeth behind his bottom lip and walked up to Ophelia’s face. Ophelia’s back straightened up, but she will not budge from her spot. Her pride dominated over her perturbation.

Lewis was now mere inches from her face. He had a few drinks before he came, she could faintly pick up the aroma. “Well…Opi–”

“You don’t get to call me that, those days are long gone.” Ophelia leaned away from Lewis with her arms still crossed.

“Are they now? Well…Ophelia, I am actually casted in a movie with your new– your new– um…” Lewis snaps his fingers, feigning ignorance.

“MY FIANCÉ!” Ophelia exclaimed in irritation.

“Right, right.” Lewis nodded his head. "And he invited all of the cast here, I'm shocked you didn't know that." He taunted Ophelia.

“You were on your way out the door right? There you go, just order an Uber first. I can smell the liquor on your breath.” Ophelia turned around and began to walk off.

He smirked and shook his head. “One thing before you go…Ophelia.” Lewis swiftly, but gently grabbed her hand drawing her. He tautly pressed her body against his.

Ophelia’s body didn’t respond quickly enough for her to resist him as she should. Even with the faint smell of liquor on his breath, his cologne infused with his body heat intoxicated her.

Lewis had one hand on the small of her back, the other traveled underneath the slit of her evening gown and right between her thighs. Ophelia clenched them as she tried to keep him from going any further.

Lewis lowered his head and grazed Ophelia’s ear with his soft lips. Her breath quickened as he spoke. “Does he know what we know?”

Lewis peppered kisses from her jawline, down to her neck, and down to her collarbone. That last spot made Ophelia give in and now his two long, thick digits were slowly pumping in and out of her in the middle of the venue hallway.

“Please. I-I- can’t. Not-t-t an-anymore.” Ophelia’s slurred words fell on deaf, lustful ears.

Lewis backed Ophelia against a door, opened it, and it was revealed to be a large coat closet. Lewis moved his other hand from her back to around her throat. His large hand nearly wrapped all around it as the pace of his fingers accelerated.

Ophelia’s hands was clawing at Lewis’ arm, her nails left several scratches, but he was unphased by her resistance.

She clenched her thighs in an attempt to keep him from making her climax. Ophelia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as he still climaxed on Lewis’ hand.

“Does he know I can make you do that any time I want and you’d let me?” Lewis released his grip around Ophelia’s throat and with his underhand, squeezed the sides of her cheeks until her mouth opened. He started slowly putting his drenched fingers into her mouth and down her throat.

“Does he know that your pussy only tastes this sweet when I make your cum? Huh? Does he?” Lewis taunted more.

Ophelia shook her head in response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Lewis replied as he took his fingers out of her mouth

Ophelia could hear Lewis’ belt unbuckle and she tried to stop him from pulling himself out. He looks intensely into her eyes, it was a look she was all too familiar with. The same look he gave her the night of their previous conception. Ophelia drew Lewis in and kissed him passionately on his lips. She feverishly ran her fingers through his hair and he kissed her back, their tongues performing a forbidden dance of lust and betrayal.

Ophelia became carnally desperate with each moment. She pulled out Lewis’ cock, his erection was long, thick, and heavy as it was left throbbing in her hand. Lewis looked down as she stroked him, she meticulously switched rhythms just like she did the last time they fucked.

“Don’t act like you’re new to this, get on your knees and put it in your mouth.” Lewis hissed.

Ophelia slowly kneeled to the floor and took Lewis into her mouth. The all too familiar warm and wet sensation sent shivers down his spine. “Xìngjiāo…fuck!” Lewis growled as she took him even deeper.

The lewd noises from Ophelia’s mouth made Lewis become animalistic, he grabbed a hold of Ophelia’s hair and began thrusting himself deeper down her throat. Ophelia was gagging and had a death grip on his thighs as he fucked her face. What took her makeup artist and hairdresser several hours to accomplish was undone in a matter of minutes.

Ophelia pushed her hands against Lewis’ thighs to create distance. Lewis slowly exited from her mouth, their fluids stained her glowing brown chest. Ophelia’s lips were glistening, but her lip gloss has long been smudged off since their kiss. Lewis bent down passionately kissed her and hiked up her dress as he lifted her off the ground to press her against the wall.

They began kissing again as Lewis took his hard dick in his hand and rubbed it against Ophelia’s clit. She loudly moaned into his mouth as he began to fill her desperately aching pussy. Her wetness coated him from tip to hilt, the moment Lewis entered her it felt like ecstasy.

With only Ophelia’s panties pushed to the side, Lewis thrusted hard and deep inside of her. His tender kisses turned into him suckling on her lower neck. Ophelia fought back her moans and fought harder against her approaching orgasm. She knew that Henry never pleased her body like Lewis can. But Henry was a safe, he was always there for her, and she's now repaying him with a cheap fuck in a coat closet with her toxic ass ex.

Before Ophelia could come to her senses, Lewis let out a deep, guttural growl as he came inside of her. Lewis exited her body and zipped himself up. Ophelia fixed her panties and straightened up her dress. Lewis gave Ophelia one last look up and down before he left the closet.

“Wait!” Ophelia called out to Lewis as she grabbed his arm.

Lewis stopped in his tracks and turned towards Ophelia.

“What is it Ophelia? Do you want to ‘talk’? Do you want to tell me how this is a ‘mistake’ and you're in love with Henry? You want me to keep this shit a secret like I have been for the past year and a half? Don’t worry, I still won’t say shit. But don’t start acting like you’re some kind of victim here. Better yet, don’t act like this is some fucked up form of ‘closure’ just because you’re fucking engaged now!” Lewis spewed his venom at her.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Ophelia hissed, then she continued.

Ophelia glared at him. “I spent the last year trying to be rid of you and move on. But every time I want to, you bring up all this old shit. And I–”

“What old shit Opi?!” Lewis crossed his arms.

“You aren’t supposed to call me that.” Ophelia scowled.

“What old shit?! You left ME, remember? You came back a whole 6 months later talking about wanting ‘closure’, next thing I know you’re sucking me off on our couch. Just to leave me straight after and it’s been that way ever since. I’m not your backup dick for when Mr. Wonderful out there can’t make you cum!” Lewis scoffed as he shook his head before he continued.

“I would tell you to stay with him, but he doesn’t deserve the fucking train wreck that’s you.” Lewis breathed in Ophelia’s face before he left, slamming the closet door behind him.

Ophelia was overwhelmed with emotions as she sobbed uncontrollably with her hand over her mouth while she sank to the floor. Regardless of how much his words hurt, Lewis was right. Regardless of how much she loved Henry she couldn’t let Lewis go. Like a moth to a flame, she couldn’t stay away.

[myherowritings]

PART 7. WHAT’S BETTER THAN EATING THE RICH? THE RICH EATING YOU OUT

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 4.7k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. the filthiest thing i’ve ever written, fem!reader for this part and shouto uses “princess” an excessive amount of times, sir kink i’m sorry, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (just bc i totally forgot abt condoms ok my bad), too much foreplay?, shouto’s a soft dom i think?, very much so 18+!!! and the title is exactly what it sounds like

A/N. here we are !! the final part !! my first shouto series i didn’t put on hiatus LMAO,, the moment you’ve all been waiting for HFSJKG ;) this was very fun to write i hope it’s not too bad BHFBDSHS i’m so in love with ceo!shouto and this series was my fav to write in a while!! now without further ado pls enjoy some smut with feelings :3 xx sof

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You almost didn’t make it into the elevator to Shouto’s penthouse before you wanted to pounce on him, but to your complete frustration, he was showing such restraint that the only contact he let you make was holding his hand. 

For someone who was so eager to kiss you earlier, he was showing a lot of patience now, you thought with a huff. 

You tapped your foot against the tile flooring as Shouto took his sweet time unlocking his suite. Even when he entered, instead of taking you straight to the bedroom like you anticipated, he pulled out two glasses and filled them with water. 

Handing you one, he asked, “Did you want something to eat?” 

“No. ‘M not hungry right now,” you mumbled, trying not to appear too pouty. 

Apparently, it didn’t work very well since he stifled an amused chuckle. “How about some water?” 

Your eyes narrowed but you begrudgingly accepted the glass. “Hmph.” 

“Someone seems a little tired right now, hmm?” he placed his glass down and led you towards his bedroom. “Maybe we should go straight to sleep—”

You couldn’t help yourself any longer. “Shouto,” you whined, drawing out the ‘o’ sounds, your lower lip jutting outwards in a frown.

“Yes, Y/N?” His tone was too innocent for the events he had in mind for the night. 

“If you don’t take me to bed and fuck me right now, I’ll…”

“You’ll…?” Shouto teased, but the darkened gaze in his eyes told you his own restraint was wearing thin. 

You turned away with a huff. “I’ll be upset!” 

“Well, we don’t want that.” He laced his fingers through yours, bringing your hands up to his lips to give them a kiss. You were slightly placated, but that was still nowhere near the amount of contact you desired. “But I think you’d find it more comfortable if we continue this with your dress off first. Come.” 

Your stomach clenched at the simple command and you willfully followed behind him into the second door to the right. You hardly had time to admire the design of his room and size of his bed before Shouto moved from his spot next to you to one behind you. He placed one hand on where your waist met your hip and the other on the small of your back, making your spine straighten at the touch. 

“Did you need help taking your dress off?” he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. 

“Yes, please, sir,” was your airy reply. 

His breath caught in his throat and his grip on you tightened. When he spoke, his voice was hoarser than normal. “Since you asked so nicely.”

So, he liked when you called him sir? You made a mental note of that with a smirk. 

But your cocky expression didn’t last very long when Shouto skillfully unfastened the top few buttons of your dress, softly placing his lips on your now exposed skin and gently planting kisses all the way down your back. He didn’t stop until he reached the curve of your ass, unbuttoning the final button and nipping a kiss right at the base of your spine. You jolted, hugging the fabric of the dress to your chest so you wouldn’t be completely exposed. 

“Finished unbuttoning your dress for you, princess,” he said, placing one final kiss on your spine before gently twirling you around to face him. At your flustered gaze, he smiled. “Now what would you like for me to do to you?” 

You lifted your chin despite your slight embarrassment at having to voice your desires. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Hm. Have I not been kissing you this whole time?” 

“On the lips,” you emphasized, tugging at his tie as you tried to pull him closer to you. You batted your lashes at him. “Could you please kiss me on the lips, sir?” 

A small chuckle escaped him, but he was happy to oblige. “You know, you’d be good in business. You certainly know what to say to get what you want, hmm?”

You answered with a smile as he finally—fucking finally, after a whole week of waiting—pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and warm and tasted like strawberries and ice cream, his favorite flavor of the candies the two of you stole from the gala. 

Delicious. 

Shouto must’ve thought the same thing since, not long after the start of the kiss, he coaxed your mouth open with his tongue, deepening the movements, one hand softly cupping the area where your head met your neck while the other was hot against your exposed lower back. He applied the slightest bit of pressure at the right time—just enough to make you sigh in pleasure. 

Your own hands found a way to tangle themselves in Shouto’s hair, completely abandoning their job clutching your dress to your body. Now, you were so tightly pressed up against him, the only thing that could possibly keep the fabric up was his chest against your own. One sudden movement and it might just…  

He nipped at your lower lip with his teeth and you jumped, gasping at how good the light stinging sensation felt. You felt your dress slip down your body to expose the swell of your breasts, but before it could fall any further, Shouto gingerly picked you up and laid you down on his bed. 

“Oh—” you managed to say as your head landed on a pillow and your back on the plush, silk sheets that covered the mattress.

His left arm rested on the pillow beside your head as he hovered over you. “Have something to say, princess?”

“Y-You may continue,” you sniffed, lifting your chin up. Your heart skipped a beat at the teasing pet name and then another beat when Shouto leaned down to give you a kiss. But instead of landing on your mouth again, he chose to leave an open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive part of your neck, gently biting and sucking at the skin. 

His feathery light touches tickled you, your nerves working on overdrive and every stroke feeling like it was amplified. You couldn’t help but giggle at his soft nibble and he paused to look at you questioningly. 

“Tickles,” you replied, laughing at his confused expression. “But it feels nice.”

Shouto hummed, the vibrations buzzing against your neck. “That’s good to hear.”

Returning to your lips, he kissed you with a smile creeping on his face and you returned it. His forehead rested against yours as you toyed with the fabric on the front of his suit. You unknotted his tie as your lips clashed against each other, the motion no longer soft and gentle but instead more fervent and intense. 

Finally getting his tie to come undone, you flung it off the bed and worked to unbutton his shirt collar, not caring if it got wrinkled in the process. Shouto reciprocated the eagerness by sucking the tip of your tongue with his mouth before pulling away from you completely. 

A whimper left your lips at the sudden loss of warmth and you couldn’t help but pout, grabbing at his shirt again to pull him back.

“Be a good girl and be patient, okay?” he said, running the tip of his index finger against your jawline. 

You huffed. “I’ve been plenty patient. I want you to do something now!” 

In other times, you’d probably be embarrassed about how whiny you sounded, but at this moment all you wanted was for Shouto to finally touch you more. 

He nipped at your collarbone before looking down at you. “Hm. Are you a princess or a brat?”

“I can be both. I’m very multifaceted,” you said haughtily, sticking your tongue out to let him know you were only joking. 

“You are,” he agreed. 

It seemed Shouto decided to finally listen to your pleas since his attention swiftly returned to that of your neck, dragging his lips down until he reached the swell of your breast. Over the fabric of your dress that was barely clinging onto you, he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses over your chest, his teeth accidentally grazing against your nipple. 

You cried out quietly and he felt encouraged by the sound, this time taking your peak into his mouth with purpose. He formed his mouth into the shape of an ‘o’ and softly sucked your nipple, the tip of his tongue making circles around the bud. His saliva wet the fabric of your dress, leaving you to shiver at the cold against your wet breast when he pulled away from you. 

“S-Shouto,” you whimpered, squeezing your legs together to relieve some of the tension. “More.”

“More? What exactly do you mean by that?” 

“I want you to…” You gestured towards your body. 

“To what? Take your dress off and fuck you? Or just continue playing with your breasts?” he asked, listing off suggestions in a low rasp. He kissed below your chest and down your stomach all the way to your navel. “Or maybe you want me to go lower until I reach that pretty pussy of yours.”

You nodded fervidly, not trusting your voice. “A-All of the above?”

He chuckled in amusement but was ready to dutifully continue his work.

“But…” you murmured, running your hands down his half-unbuttoned shirt. “I want to see you too.” You looked down at his crotch area then back at his face, biting your lip nervously. “And I want to make sure you’re also having a good time.” 

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he ran his hands down your body, giving you an appreciative look. “I’m having the best time.” He kissed you chastely. “Are you?”

You looked like a mess sprawled out on his bed, dress half hanging onto your chest and the fabric of the skirt only covering one of your legs. You didn’t know for sure the state of your hair and makeup, but you were sure it was thoroughly roughed up as well. “I think it’s quite obvious I am, sir.” 

Shouto smirked, caressing your cheek with his knuckles. “Good.” 

Instead of answering him, you brought your fingers to the lower-half of his shirt, unfastening the final buttons and untucking it from his suit pants. His shirt hung open, exposing his lean yet muscular torso. You ran your hands up and down his chest and abdomen, absentmindedly brushing against his nipples which caused him to shiver. When you reached his collar, you threw the fabric behind his shoulders and he got the message to take his shirt off. 

“So pretty,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Your turn.” Slowly, Shouto slid down the silky fabric that was just barely covering your breasts all the way to your navel. He tapped your thigh and said, “Up,” and you immediately obliged, lifting your lower body up so he could remove the dress completely. 

Taking his sweet time—much to your frustration—he folded the dress and placed it on a dresser near his bed. When he turned his gaze back to you, you were holding your arms over your chest, feeling bare in nothing but your panties with sheer detailings. 

His stare burned holes into you. You felt like his gaze was leaving a trail of fire against your skin. Shouto’s expression looked sensual but soft as he admired you, giving you enough confidence to lay your arms down by your sides instead of over your chest. He zeroed in on your breasts as he gave them a kiss. 

“Beautiful,” he whispered and your cheeks burst into flames. Your whole body felt hot as you folded one leg over the other so he couldn’t see the arousal gathering at your thin undergarments.

Noticing the movement, he raised a brow at you and uncrossed your legs with his large but slender hand, his grip firm on your thigh to prevent you from covering yourself like that again. Shouto pressed one of your thighs into the bed with his palm, and your other thigh with the gentle weight of his knee, holding your legs open for him. 

The cool air from his room hit your wetness seeping through your underwear and you felt yourself clench around nothing. 

You shifted under his weight, desperate for some release. “Shouto, please.”

It seemed he no longer had the restraint to tease you further since he nodded, moving lower down the bed so his face was hovering above your clothed pussy. “May I?” 

“Fuck— Yes,” you moaned, core heating up in anticipation. 

Shouto landed his lips on your fabric-covered cunt, licking a stripe across your slit. Your growing arousal mixed with his spit through your panties, a lewd noise sounding when he pried the fabric away from your pussy. He slid them off your legs, holding it up to examine the arousal slick on the garments. As if he had no shame, he politely folded it and placed it on top of your dress with a smile. 

“T-That’s not what a gentleman would do,” you managed as he returned to his position in bed in front of your now-bare cunt. 

“And what is it that a gentleman would do, princess?” he whispered dangerously close to your most intimate parts. “This?”

Without warning, he tenderly kissed the bud between your legs. You moaned, legs attempting to kick out in surprise and pleasure, but they remained immobile since Shouto held them down in place. 

“Or perhaps this?” Shouto ran his tongue down your folds and back up to your clit, rubbing small and steady figure eights against the sensitive nub. 

“Yes!” you cried out, canting your hips towards his mouth in pleasure. “Oh, god— Yes to all of it. Please… Don’t stop.” 

“I won’t.” He hummed as he continued his ministrations on your pussy, the vibrations shooting right up your core and causing more wetness to seep out onto his face, but he didn’t let that bother him. In fact, it only seemed to encourage him further. 

Not removing his mouth from your clit for even a second, Shouto hooked one of your legs over his shoulder while leaving the other flat against the silky sheets of his mattress. He dragged his opened mouth down to your dripping pussy lips and entered into your slit with his tongue. The new position sent ever more waves of euphoria through you and Shouto licked and sucked at your folds. 

You lifted your hips higher and he nuzzled his head deeper, his tongue reaching places you had only ever imagined. The lewd noises of Shouto’s mouth smacking against your slick cunt filled the quiet room. As you moaned, your hands threaded themselves into the base of his hair, lightly tugging him even closer than either of you thought possible. 

With his hand that wasn’t holding your thigh down, Shouto found his way to your chest, reaching up to palm at your breast all while still sucking your pussy. He flicked your nipple and gently rubbed it with his thumb and forefinger. Your breathing hitched at the mix of sensations, your core tightening and heating up as Shouto continued to eat you out. “Fuck— Oh— Shouto!” you cried, unable to hold back the volume of your voice. 

As if he knew what was coming, he removed his hand from your breast and briefly paused, though his face was still resting against your thigh and pussy. “Not yet, princess. Do you think you can hold on for me?” 

You whimpered at the thought of postponing your release, but you trusted that he would make up for the wait. “Okay, sir. For you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Shouto continued his attack on your cunt with his lips, this time bringing his hand down to rub lazy circles around your clit. His tongue was deep in you, his nose teasingly bumping against your sensitive bud as his fingers flicked against it harsher. Rougher. He nuzzled his head from side to side to hit places far within you as you whimpered and moaned. 

The stimulation of both his fingers and his mouth on your pussy was almost too much to handle as your thighs quivered and your cunt clenched uncontrollably. 

“S-Shouto, please I—” Your voice broke off as a moan of pleasure ripped through you. 

“You can come now, princess,” he murmured into your folds, the vibrations only pleasuring you even further. 

And so you did. 

You felt yourself orgasm as Shouto continued to suck at your cunt and brush against your clit, moving slower and more gently as you came down from your high. 

When he finally looked up from your pussy, the lower half of his face glistened with your fluids, sending you into another state of desire. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you want more of him. 

Shouto smiled as he wiped the fluids of your arousal and ecstacy on his chin with his index finger. Instead of taking it into his mouth, however, he held it in front of your lips. “Look at the mess you made for me, princess. See how good you taste.” 

After only a moment’s hesitation, you brought his finger that was coated in your arousal into your mouth, swirling your tongue around and sucking him, giving him an idea of what you would do if that were his cock. You released his finger with a soft ‘pop’ and smiled innocently at him. 

“Are you going to fuck me now or should I suck you off first, sir?” you asked, tone of voice all too pleasant. 

His bulge strained against the snug fit of his pants and you wanted nothing more than to relieve some of his pressure. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to take my cock into your mouth, but right now I just want to feel you around me. Is that okay?” 

“That’s fine with me!” You nodded eagerly, the thought of being filled up with Shouto now taking over your mind completely. 

He chuckled at your excitement, though he was feeling the same thing himself. Swiftly, he removed his belt and took off his suit pants. You helped by tugging his black boxer briefs down and watching gently stroking his erect shaft in awe. 

Was every part of Shouto pretty? He was just a gift that kept on giving. 

Your mouth almost watered in anticipation, biting your lip as he lowered you back against the mattress, your head falling onto the plush pillows. He positioned his member against your slit that was still dripping wet from his spit and your first orgasm. 

Shouto rubbed his tip against your already sensitive clit and your slightly parted folds, not yet entering deep enough to satisfy you. He moved his cock back and forth against your pussy as you both watched, the fluids of your arousal and his mixing for further lubrication. Your eyes were fixated on the sight, the thick head of his member disappearing into your sopping pussy lips before coming back out, slowly getting you prepared for his full length. 

It was sweet of him to be so patient, but you were on the verge of tears at the frustration you felt. “Please, Shouto! More.” 

“What should you call me again, princess?” he drawled, continuing the leisure movements of rubbing his head against your lips. The fluids smeared all over your pussy and dribbled down onto your thighs and his bedsheets. If you weren’t so aroused, you might’ve been a bit embarrassed. But there was no time for that when all you wanted at this very moment was for Shouto to fuck you silly. 

“Sir—!” you corrected yourself in a whimper. “Please, sir, I want your fat cock to fill me up.” 

He groaned at your words, pulling out of your folds until only the very tip of his dick was touching you and then thrusting forward into your wet depths as you let out a loud cry of pleasure. You felt a stretch inside you as you adjusted to his length, Shouto taking note of how you stiffened and giving you time to get more comfortable. 

He began to nibble at your breast, sucking and biting your perk nipples as your arousal built. He nipped you, causing you to gasp in surprise (a very pleasant surprise) before soothing the bite with his tongue. As you arched your back, he swirled the tip of his tongue around your nipple and you hooked your leg around his hips, pushing into his lower back with your calf to signal for more.

“Ready now?” 

You nodded fervently. 

“Words, princess.”

“Y-Yes, sir,” you managed, voice shaky from your gratification being filled by Shouto. “Use my pussy to make you feel good. Please.”

“You always make me feel good, Y/N,” he said sincerely, removing his mouth from your breast to kiss you on the lips. Your tongues intertwined and you tasted yourself on him. “You’re amazing, you know?” 

You smiled into the kiss. “Show me how amazing you think I am with your cock then.”

“Anything for my princess.”

With that, he pounded into you, holding you at the waist to steady your squirming. You hitched your leg higher and higher around his back, canting your hips to let him thrust into you at deeper angles until he hit the spot. 

“Oh—! Oh, god,” you mewled in satisfaction, his cock making you feel so good you were certain your eyes almost rolled back into your head. “Fuck, right there, Shouto— Yes!” 

At your vocal encouragement, Shouto pushed into you even deeper, his swollen tip rubbing into you at the perfect angle. Your head lolled to the side and your cheek pressed against the soft pillow as you salivated at the intense feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of your weeping pussy. 

“Mn,” he made a noise, softly tapping your cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, princess. Don’t look away.” 

You struggled to blink away how dazed you felt, feeling so good it was almost unbearable. Somehow, you managed to turn your head back to face him, trying to hold eye contact. “‘M sorry. You feel so good,” you sighed contentedly. “Like your cock was made for me.” 

He held your leg higher and you just about screamed from pleasure. “You feel so good too,” he said, one hand stretching your leg up and the other reaching down to toy with your clit. “Never want this to end.” 

With his fingers and thumb rubbing against your clit and his member hitting your g-spot, you were certain your throat was going to grow hoarse by the end of the night from all your screaming. You swore you saw stars.

“Want to,” you panted, thrusting your hips up to match his movements, “do this...with you...every...day.” 

“Please.”

When his lips found your breast again to tug at your nipple, you couldn’t help yourself any longer. 

“S-Shouto, I— I’m going to come,” you told him, voice pleading. You really hoped he let you come. 

He hummed in agreement. “Me too. Come with me, princess.” 

You lifted his head from your breasts to meet your mouth, kissing into him as you both felt the sweet release of pleasure coursing through your bodies, all the way from the top of your head to the curl of your toes. 

His pace slowed as he carried the two of you through your highs. Shouto removed his finger from its position of making circles onto your clit to let you cool down with him. In a state of euphoria, you kissed him, both of you riding your orgasms until you felt nothing but completely happy and thoroughly satiated. 

Still not taking his lips off of yours, he moved from being on top of you to lying beside you. Your eyes fluttered shut even as you kissed, nuzzling into his hot, sticky body and ready to pass out. 

“‘M sleepy,” you mumbled onto his lips. You just wanted to stay like this. Forever if you could. 

Shouto smoothed down your brow, his thumb moving in gentle strokes. “Let’s get you cleaned up first, princess. Then you can sleep.”

The rational part of you knew it would be best to clean up. But your overwhelming desire was simply to never let go of him. “Wait! I still want you.” Lazily, you murmured, “Let’s do it again.”

“You’re about to fall asleep but you want to have another round?”

You nodded. “I...might fall asleep during it, but yes. Want to do it with you again and again.”

Shouto smiled, shaking his head in amusement. But you pouted. It wasn’t a joke, you meant it. You just wanted to stay by his side. 

“We can,” he said and you instantly brightened up, “another day.” You huffed. “When you can stand on your own two feet without falling over.”

Your lower lip jutted out in a frown. 

“Don’t look so down, princess.” He kissed the top of your head. “It can be tomorrow or the next day.”

Slowly, you perked up again. “Or the day after that? And the next day after that?”

With a laugh, he nodded. “Anytime you want me. I’m yours.”

“I’ll always want you, Shouto,” you told him sincerely, gazing into his eyes.

His face was colored a light pink, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his lips were swollen and bright red. He looked beautiful. It was a sight you’d never tire of.

“I’ll always want you too, Y/N. More than anything. I...love you.”

And in that moment, there was nothing else in the world you would rather hear. No one else you’d rather be with. You were happy to have Shouto and that was better than all the money in the world.

“I love you too.”

— ✩ —

A few days have passed since the fateful night you exchanged ‘I love you’s with Shouto and now you were back at work. 

As usual, you were working the morning shift with some cranky customers, trying your best to make the start of their day go as smoothly as possible. And, as per usual, Shouto walked into the cafe a few minutes after rush hour to spend a part of his morning with you.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you today?” you said teasingly, giving him a brief kiss over the counter, chaste enough that no one else would notice but you two. 

“Morning, princess.” He smiled. “I’ll have a medium flat white, please.” 

“Of course. And could I interest you in some of our fresh pastries?” you laughed. “Oddly enough, we have your favorite today.”

He perked up at your words. “Cheese danishes?” 

“Yup!”

“I’ll have five boxes of a dozen, please.”

Humming to yourself, you entered his order into the register and told him the price. “Your order will be to your left when it’s completed,” you recited, knowing he’s heard this plenty of times before. After he paid and got ready to walk away from the counter, you playfully called out, “So, no tip this time?”

Shouto smirked, glancing back at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Maybe I can pick you up tonight and give you a tip then.”

“A...tip?” you asked, stifling a giggle behind your hands. “Was that an innuendo?”

“Innuendo—?” A look of realization crossed his face and his cheeks colored. 

You grinned to yourself. As confident and well put together Shouto could be (which you very much enjoyed and found incredibly attractive), you also got extreme pleasure in seeing him blush and grow flustered. 

“No… I didn’t intend it like that.” He paused, thinking on it. “Well, I guess I did. But I didn’t mean to make a pun of it…”

Your laughter rang out across the whole store, smile spreading bigger and bigger. “You’re cute, Shouto. Thanks for the laugh.” 

He looked sheepish but nodded. “Thanks for letting me hear your laugh. It’s radiant.”

“Smooth talker.” You stuck your tongue out. 

“Just the truth.”

“Hmm,” you sighed happily, a feeling of contentment and euphoria settling within you. “But about your tip…”

Shouto blushed. 

“I’d love to come over tonight,” you told him. “Any excuse to see my lovely boyfriend.”

“You never need an excuse to see me. Because I always want to be with you too.” 

The two of you kissed again, unable to help yourselves. Though it was brief and light, it still sent tingles down your spine. 

Shouto was sweeter than any cheese danish or chocolate croissant you could ever make, better than any tip you could ever receive, and you couldn’t wait to continue your life with him. 

a/n: omg...this is the end ╥﹏╥ thank you to every who read and commented and sent asks and just supported this series in general ! it was very fun to write and i have a toothache from all of shouto’s sweetness and fluff hfjhggg tysm for reading ily !! xx sof 

[deobi-scenes]

healing therapy — sohn y.j.

synopsis | who knew that even the most energetic person of The Boyz had his own worries and fears?

genre | short drabble

tw | mentions of health facility, anxiety, panic attacks, etc.

notes | Hello, loves. With all that has happened today, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy and worried at the same time for our beloved boys. I know much emotions have been felt today so I hope this short drabble will help comfort you in these times.

PS, this is purely fiction. I do not intend to diagnose nor relay a fake message to you all.

Hugs and kisses, always

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y/n’s POV

“how are you feeling y/n?” My therapist, asked me with a calm voice.

I was currently staying in a wellness facility in Seoul. Unlike other facilities, this specific place was serene and peaceful.

There weren’t much rules here other than phones and any modes of outside communication other than in-person meeting were prohibited because the facility believe that it only triggers ones emotions.

“ I’m fine. The attacks are more manageable.” I said playing with my hands.

“that is so good to hear.” she said holding my hands.

After a while of consultation and meeting, I went back to my room only to see the once empty bed with a young man on it. Judging on from his looks, he looked about the same age as me.

Just as he was about to look up at my direction, one of the staffs barged inside the room together with a new set of notebooks and pens for me.

“I see you’ve met your new roommate.” she said handing the supplies to me.

“I-i just got here.” I said to her and back at the guy.

“ if that’s the case, then please make yourselves comfortable. Youngjae-ssi, if you need anything, just press the button.” she said pointing at the big red button by his bed.

“Got it. Thank you so much.” He said soullessly

The staff then excused herself leaving the both of us in the room.

“I’m y/n. Nice to meet you.” I said reaching my hand out for him to shake.

“ I’m youngjae.” he said shaking it back.

His eyes looked tired and dull. He was just like me when I first came here.

“I’ll just be here.” I said pointing at my bed

The curtain that divided us gave us privacy. However minutes later, Youngjae went over to my side of the bed with his phone, trying to get some signal.

“There’s no signal here. The only place where there is signal is in the therapist’s room.”

He only looked at me and sighed. He went back on his side of the room and plopped himself on the bed.

My peaceful writing session was disturbed by the sudden shuffling of the curtains. I looked up to see Youngjae scratching his head.

“ D-do you know a quiet place other than this room? Somewhere outside would be nice”

I closed my notebook and wore my slippers.

Like a lost puppy, he followed me outside to my secret hideout — a hidden garden.

He and I sat on the bench and stared at the fountain in front of us.

The silence was peaceful and comforting at the same time.

“ so… how did you get here?” he asked cautiously

“hmmm… panic attacks and trauma from my toxic relationship.” I simply said, smiling bitterly.

“ how long has it been? Since you got here?”

“around 2020? It’s been two years.” I said looking at the sky.

“ don’t you get bored?”

“no, not really. It’s a tranquil escape from the madness of the world, you know? What about you? What’s your story, Youngjae?”

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eric’s POV

THE BOYZ’ Eric to go on hiatus due to health issues

THE BOYZ’ Eric to take a break and focus on health

THE BOYZ’ Eric heads back to hometown Los Angeles to get rest during hiatus

seeing how y/n barely having any clue who I was gave me a refreshing sense of comfort.

“ Do you know kpop?” I asked her

“of course. We’re in Korea, it would be a shame if you don’t know anything about our country’s pride.” she said before going wide-eyed

“wait… don’t tell me. Are you an idol?”

I chuckled at her dumbfounded and innocent reaction and nodded my head.

“I’m The Boyz’ Eric.”

“ I’m sorry if I don’t recognize you-”

“it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s been a while not to have someone on your back, monitoring what your next move will be.”

“if it’s not rude to ask… how did you exactly end up here? I mean you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to-”

“ I was on hiatus from my group, The Boyz. I love my fans and the attention we’re getting but… I-i don’t know. It’s all happening too fast. I lost myself in the moment. When I came back from LA, I was referred to by a friend to visit this place. So far, this place is different.”

“yes, it really is. People here don’t treat you like patients. They don’t give you medicine or force you to do something that will discomfort you. This is a place of healing from the real world. It’s our little escape from all the madness happening all around.”

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y/n’s POV

Our conversation was cut off when the wind chimes signaling our time for supper. Youngjae or Eric and I went back to our room.

From there, we went to the dining hall where they served the meals.

It was amusing to see Eric eating well and looking around the atmosphere.

“ this is so good! I wish I could stay here forever.” He said digging on his food.

“you can stay here as long as you want. Get all the healing you need.”

“thanks for the warm welcome, y/n.”

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y/n’s POV

It’s been three days since Youngjae got here.

In those three days, I got to know him more and likewise, he got to open up about his woes and worries about his idol life. He even told me how sorry he is to his members for not being there for them.

All I could do was to listen to him and assure him that everything will be fine.

He too, did the same. Whenever I would feel sudden outbursts, he would come over and hug me just to calm me down.

Last night, when we were up with nothing else to do, he asked me about what I wrote in the notebook I always had with me. I normally don’t show it to anyone else other than the therapist but I unwillingly showed him my way of healing — positive writing therapy.

When he opened the notebook, he was surprised to a collection of short stories that were all about love. Considering the fact that I was traumatized by my past relationship.

I told him how the therapist told me that in order to heal myself from the pain, I should continually let myself feel the pain so that afterwards, it wouldn’t hurt as much.

At first, he was confused with the idea of positive writing therapy but I told him that it wasn’t too different from writing lyrics. It was just him writing his emotions on paper.

My afternoon nap was disturbed with a very sullen looking Youngjae walking to the door.

“how was your consultation?”

“I’m going home tomorrow.”

I should be happy for him but for some reason, I didn’t want him to go. He was my healing.

“ Why do you look sad? The B’s are finally seeing their Eric back!” I said trying to cheer him up.

“yes, I��m excited too.” he said in a monotonous tone.

“don’t be sulky. Let’s make the most of today! Whatever you want to do. Let’s do it.” I said pulling him from his bed.

We spent the day walking around and playing games. For dinner, I asked the chefs to prepare Youngjae’s favorite food which surprisingly was ramen.

Youngjae smiling from ear to ear made me realize how in a few hours, he would return to his celebrity life as The Boyz’ Eric.

After taking a shower, I saw Youngjae sitting on my bed.

“Can…I ask you one last thing?”

“sure what is it?” I asked placing my used towel on the rack.

“ stay with me tonight.”

“ of course, we’re roommates-”

Youngjae pulled me towards him and made me sit on the bed. He then plopped his head on my lap and closed his eyes.

“May I?” I asked if I could run my hands through his hair.

He only nodded his head and closed his eyes. Moments later, light snores can be heard and his head felt heavier than usual.

I looked down to see Youngjae dozing off. I gently fixed his position so that he could fully sleep comfortably on the bed.

I was about to go to his bed to rest but he wrapped his arms around my waist; pulling me towards him.

I didn’t want the moment to end. Taking a leap of faith, I stared at his face and delicately traced his features.

I took a deep breath and whispered to him the words I wanted to say to him.

“ Youngjae-ya,

I know you probably won’t remember me or any of this once you go back as Eric but these past few days have been magical.

I hope you know just how amazing you are and how much you are loved by everyone. Your family, friends, members and fans.

Please don’t be too hard on yourself because you are doing an amazing job.

Don’t feed your mind with negative thoughts and just always be positive and full of energy.

Whenever you feel sad or worried, always know that you are not alone.

Continue on doing amazing things.

It’s been a pleasure meeting you.

Hopefully, once I’m better, I’ll get to see you perform on stage.

Whatever path or decisions you make, I’ll be rooting for you.

Thank you for healing me.

Always remember, y/n loves you.”

———

post credits note: I honestly don’t know if this imagine made sense but I hope it comforts all of you my fellow deobis.

[yutahoes]

Hi. 

I don’t know if anyone will read this but I owe you an apology for the unannounced hiatus and suddenly ghosting the readers. 

The month had been really difficult to me. I don’t usually like sharing too many stuff about me since there isn’t any exciting thing happening in my life. But this month had given me a lot of disappointment in myself that I resort to staying away from things I enjoy as a form of self punishment, hence I stopped writing. 

As days grew, I realize I might have lost my fire in writing. It felt as if writing had become a task rather than a hobby now, a work I had to finish in time or I’ll just make other disappointed as well. I kept on staring at the requests, thought of an idea but never touched my laptop to write anything. That’s how overwhelmed I was with the requests. I feel like I found my greatest weakness in writing. Creating requested fics.

I even considered shutting down the blog but that would be unfair to you, the readers. You were the reason why this blog survived, why this blog is still going on. I would feel really bad to just suddenly leave just because I can’t face my own weakness. 

So with that, I’m asking you again to be patient of me in finishing the requested fics. There’s just too much right now but I’m slowly trying to write some sentences to at least post something. I will try to challenge myself and become a better writer to give you amazing fics that hopefully, you’ll like. 

Lastly, thank you to those people who checked on me. I’m sorry if I haven’t answered your messages, maybe tomorrow since it’s late here in our country, but please know that I appreciate your messages and even your simple ‘how are you’ and ‘i miss you’ (Seriously, how can I deactivate this blog when I found amazing people who care about me here?) I’m sorry if I can’t show you the same care as you’ve given me but I’m sincerely thankful to all of you.  

Thank you for reading until here. Again, I’m sorry for the sudden outburst and ghosting you. Thank you for being patient and please keep on being patient on me. Hopefully, I can finish something tomorrow and post something. 🙏

Sincerely, 

Nina, @yutahoes

[djarrex]

So I was wondering, how was rex and reader first kiss, and also the first time they’d slept together? I loved that story about how they met!! I’m genuinely curious

!!Yessssss :’)

Ok, so for anyone who hasn’t read their first meeting/first date, I’ll link it here. Previously, I had included a little bit of their first date in one of the main installments/chapters as a flashback scene during Priya’s birth and you can find that here.

Find the rest in the Post-Order 66 Rex ML

I’ll pick this up from when they’re riding in the taxi on the way to reader’s apartment (from flashback scene found in second link)

18+ only! dry humping, heavy makeout sesh, groping, non-descriptive sex, piv sex, maybe just a hint of ‘first time’ awkwardness but... y’know. overall, Rex is a caring sweetheart. about 2.9k words #Carried Away

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The back of Rex’s hand, the gauntlet plate, that is, lands on your bare thigh - his gloved palm upright and waiting, fingers relaxed. You can’t help your wide smile that grows upon noticing the gesture accompanied by his unsure, yet confident expression as you gladly lay your hand within his - fingers locking into place. 

"Is... this okay?"

So considerate, appropriately cautious, cute.

You lock eyes with his, making it a point when your tongue barely darts out to wet your lower lip while giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. His lips curl at the corners - a little chuckle seeping through his nostrils before turning his head to watch the streaks of lights fly by outside the transparisteel. The ride isn’t very long, but it’s nearly silent. It must be late enough for the driver to have long surpassed the point of wanting to engage in light conversation, thankfully so, and the music is turned down to the lowest volume - just light pulse of a beat coming from the tiny speaker. The whir of the vessel gliding through the air lanes hums throughout the interior, along with the heavy beat of your heart in your ears. Your fingers stay intertwined with Rex’s the entire time. At one point, briefly, his thumb started to absentmindedly brush back and forth over the thick knuckle of yours, and caught himself when the the taxi slowed to halt as it pulled in front of your complex.

Rex scoots out first - extending his hand towards you and helping you out of the seat and onto the duracrete. As you lean into the taxi’s opening to toss the driver some credits, Rex watches the way you move - the way even the miniscule muscles flex underneath your form-fitting dress and with the movement of what skin is exposed. A sudden breeze catches him off guard when that familiar scent of lavender coming from your hair hits him just like it did back on the dancefloor. His own heart is pounding uncontrollably beneath the protective shell of plastoid, though he’s sure you can hear it. Your hearts mirror one another’s tonight - anxious, eager, sure, ready. 

It's quiet after the taxi speeds off. It's late, and the two of you stand just outside the complex entrance in silence, facing one another and staring deep into each other's eyes. There’s a whole bunch being said, without any words actually being spoken. It’s insane the way Rex is just pulling you in without laying so much as a finger on you right now; his gravitational pull is far too strong for you to resist, not that you’re trying to resist. You want to get dragged into his orbit, burn up upon skirting through his atmosphere. That connection... it’s so noticeably there and it’s making your legs weak - weight settling in the back of your head, pushing you forward and closing the space between your faces. You know it’s affecting him just as it’s affecting you. There is no escape, though neither one of you is trying to flee. 

“Is... this o-” 

Rex is unable to echo his question from the taxi once the remaining space between the two of you quickly vanishes. When your lips meet his for the very first time, something just clicks - like two missing pieces from a puzzle that you didn’t even know were absent have just come together and completed it, effectively ending its drawn-out hiatus. You’re sure there are better analogies out there with deeper meaning but it’s hard to think with how wrapped up in him you’re becoming with something as simple as a ‘first kiss’. Your arms flying to wrap around his neck, Rex pulls you closer - his fingers gripping the fabric at your hips and holding you close. A heavy breath escapes from him and you take the opportunity to poke your tongue out to be immediately greeted by his own. It’s medium-paced; not desperate nor casual. The dance you share with the light clashing of teeth, the rhythm that’s set with every little movement of the muscles in your mouths - it’s just right. 

When you move to break away, panting, your eyes quickly dart to the building standing tall to the right of you before they quickly return to his. An overt cue... 

“Do you wan-”

...One of which Rex takes swift action.

“Yes.” Rex didn’t need for you to finish that line; he was already way ahead of you, and was somehow starting to believe you’d never ask. Any nerves of his have long since vanished, as well as any notion of sleep - other, more exciting things urging him on. He knows where he’ll be waking up in the morning, and it’s not on that bedroll in the barracks that he was practically dreaming of back at 79′s before he’d laid eyes on you. For once, the clone captain will allow himself to indulge in what this night holds. 

The two of you are unable to keep your hands to yourselves during the brief ride in the lift up to your floor. Rex holds you impossibly close, hands pressed into your lower back and practically carrying your floating body through the corridors until arriving at your front door; you’d murmured the directions into his lips along the way. With your back pressed against it, your hand swings behind to blindly input the access code. After a few incorrect entries before hearing the musical awarded access, the door slides open, and your fingers wrap around the dip at the top of his cuirass - pulling him to follow you in. You make it as far as the couch, pushing him down to sit as you descend with him, your mouths staying connected in the process. Rex sinks into the cushions, and his hands begin rove your body experimentally from where you’re straddled over his armored lap. You’re melting into his touch, rocking yourself over the hardness of his codpiece, letting the curve of it rub into your clothed heat as his lips trail wet hot down your chin and jaw.

Never had you previously allowed a night like this to get as far with anyone else. 

“I don’t...” Rex pauses as soon as the words leave you - lifting from your neck and meeting your eyes with a flash of concern sinking in his own. “I don’t usually do this, uh, sort of thing,” you elaborate quickly, your hands gesturing to the current situation - nervous, for some odd reason, even though your mind is very made up. His expression softens and a sweet smile creeps on his lips as he traces your own with the pad of his now bare thumb - the touch featherlight, admiring. “I just- just thought I should clear that up.” You’re not sure what it is exactly that you’re clearing up; perhaps you’re afraid that Rex thinks you’re one of those clone groupies, a woman who frequents 79′s to show her appreciation for the brave soldiers of the Republic. Or maybe that you’re someone who often fucks on the first date, just to be casted aside in the morning or the one who does the casting aside. The look he’s giving you, though, as he gazes up at you with something within his eyes that you can’t yet translate, is leading you to believe that he doesn’t put you into any of those categories - didn’t, from the very moment he’d laid eyes on you.

“Mesh’la,” he breathes against your jaw - the foreign-sounding word completely unknown to you but making you clench all the same - the shape of it forming on his lips and pressing into your tender skin. “The same goes for me. I... don’t wanna do anything that’ll scare you away.”

“And here I am thinking that I’m the one coming on too strong too fast,” you jest. Sure, it has only been a single, incomplete night of knowing him, but as silly and cliché as it sounds, it honest to Maker feels like you’ve known him forever. Normally, you’d conclude that allowing yourself to think that would more than likely end up biting you in the ass in the near future, but you truly don’t think that would be the case this time. Not with him.

“Rex...” Breaking from his lips for a breather and cradling the curve of his cheekbones within your hands, you look deep into his kind eyes, searching for the answer to the question you have yet to ask. “Have you ever...?”

“Yes, yes. It, uh, was always quick... when I did.” Rex chews his cheek - his brows pinching together in unwarranted contrition. “I’m sorry,” he sighs.

“For?”

“I don’t want you to think-”

You cut him off with the hard press of your lips to his - grinding yourself down on his lap with a little more purpose. Anything he was about to say, any inhibitions, dissolves like sugar inside your mouth. Minutes crawl by. Maybe longer, you’re unsure; too lost in this milky euphoria to give a damn about something as complex and currently unimportant as time. Your body is on fire; the heat that radiates from his flesh even from under the armor envelopes you in a different kind of warmth. You find your own hands mapping out the parts of his body that aren’t shelled by a plastoid exterior, landing on the piece that you’ve been grinding yourself on since arriving.

“Can I take this off?” Rex peers down at your hand laying over his codpiece; his perfect pout glistening, eyes darkening - the black orbs nearly swallowing the warm honey they reside in as he begins to look you over. 

“Please.”

If it wasn’t already a known fact that you’d never done this with someone like him before, then the way your fingers fumble around the plastoid in a blind search for the clasp - or whatever is holding this Maker forsaken thing in place - sure as hell gives it away. Sensing your evident struggle, Rex’s hand brushes over yours and the hindrance is unfastened in an instant. You raise a brow at him, and he only grins as you lean down to kiss him again.

Rex stands - your arms and legs squeezing him as he walks you to the bed, his erection teasing with its firm press against you. Laying you down on your back, he watches as you shimmy off the rest of your clothing. His breath catches in his throat upon your removal of your bra, eyes widening and fingers drumming at his sides, and you have to urge him to unfreeze so he can finishing undressing and join you.

“I... really want this,” he informs through heavy breaths - a hint of sheepishness engrained within the gruffness - finally moving to climb on the bed between your legs after stripping nearly everything from him and stacking it all in a neat pile. “You. Really want you.” You smile - the gleam reaching your eyes - and grab his arm to pull him on top of you. He’s still wearing his under-armor bottoms, and your hand shamelessly trails down to palm at the hard bulge from above the skin-tight material. 

“I want this too, Rex. You.” He groans - husky and deep - taking a few moments to relish the way your hand feels as you massage him before making quick work to remove the only thing that’s left covering his beautiful body.

It takes you by complete surprise - his extraordinary size. The way it was trapped within the compression bottoms was totally misleading. You swallow a clump of dry air - your tummy tingling and heart racing at the sight of him now completely nude and in the process of climbing back into position. 

“Maker...”

You say the most prominent and immediate thought out loud, causing him to stop in his tracks.

“What? Is everything okay, is- is this okay?” Rex becomes mildly frantic, concerned - just about to climb away but you grab at his shoulder, fingers pressing into the toned, corded flesh where it curves into the base of his neck at the back. 

“Yes,” you sigh - astounded. “I just... you’re, um...” Your eyes remain glued to the erect, throbbing appendage standing at attention between his legs, noting how it curves slightly upwards at the tip and is aimed at your clenching heat. “You’re big, Rex.” When your eyes flicker back up to his, his brow is raised and his lips are pressed into a thin line. Like he doesn’t already fucking know how well-endowed he is. 

Shutting your eyes and sighing quietly, your face stings from the sound of your breathy voice uttering out such truism. He shifts his weight between the arms that are caging you in on either side and looks down at himself - considering. 

“I - uh-”

“It’s okay,” you chuckle with a quick nod of your head as you spread your legs wider with a slight roll of your hips. Your mound briefly brushes the hot, velvety skin along his shaft when you lift your hips again. Your abdomen involuntarily tightens upon noticing the length of him hovering over you, practically marking how deep inside he’ll be.  “I need you, Rex.”

You learn quickly that you needn’t repeat a thing to an esteemed captain of his merit. 

He prepares you, like any true gentleman would, getting your body ready to accept him fully. Licking, touching, sucking, prodding; it’s all so exquisitely slow, intricate, surprisingly good for someone who has had little to no experience in the arena of foreplay. Thick fingers work you open in deep, pleasant strokes - his knuckles knocking into the most tender and pleasurable tissue with every pass. Rex’s lips go from attending to your breasts and trailing along nearly every inch of your skin before reuniting with your own. He inadvertently works a mild orgasm from you from his delicate tongue and purposeful touch alone - the build-up a soft crescendo until you’re moaning his name in the most breathy voice you’ve ever entertained.

You’ve never felt so safe and cared for during moments like these; now is a whole different experience than what you’d encountered in the past. You don’t have an extensive list of previous partners, but all of the ones who had made your short list were boys. Immature, needy, desperate boys. Boys who could never compare to the man who’s currently breaching you with a very gentle roll of his hips laced with all the care in the galaxy. Not to mention, his size. In that alone Rex is unmatched. 

Your lips barely disconnect; the soft whimpers and moans shared between the two of you are breathed into one another and swallowed. You’ve never experienced anything so tender yet deliberate at the same time - the combination of soft meeting its opposite making your head spin and toes curling. Nails forming small crescents indenting into his skin, you hang on to Rex’s broad shoulders as he rocks into you. It’s a steady pace he sets right from the get-go and he keeps that all the way up until your second orgasm flows through you, consequently causing a hint of resistance put up by your clenching walls, affecting his length’s repeating reentry. Not much is said, but a lot is spoken through eye contact. Neither of you want this to end, but when it inevitably does, you’d want to do this again. You want to do more than this; you both want to see each other again. When he finishes, it’s the gravelly, drawn-out groan falling out of his throat that causes you to see the stars from where they’re hung outside Coruscant’s orbit as if you’re sitting directly in front of them, just an arm’s length away. 

You’re cleaned up in such a meticulous and tender way that only Rex could provide. He falls to your side - taking you with him as his strong arms wrap around your torso. It’s insane; the way you fell into each other earlier this evening is comparable to fate itself. You think you’re going crazy, that you’re feeling all these things only after having known Rex for less than several hours, that you’re diving into something too hard and too quickly.

“Do you feel it, too?” 

You don’t know what possessed you to ask him instead of keeping it locked up in your buzzing mind, still keyed up from the best sex you’ve ever had, but it’s out there. Unable to see his face from your position, your heart starts racing with nerves, and in the several moments of silence and lingering regret, you mentally curse at yourself for being so forward.

“Yeah,” Rex says with a soft smile evident in his tone - a huge weight being lifted from your shoulders and tossed aside. “I do.”

With that, his arms hold you just a little tighter and he places a chaste kiss on your temple. It’s not long before the sound of soft snoring fills the otherwise quiet bedroom, and minutes later you’re right there alongside him - content, fluttering heart and all.

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Play Me Like Your Guitar

Title: Play Me Like Your Guitar

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: band!AU, romance, smut, a sprinkle of drama

Warnings: finger play, handjob, protected sex, FLUFF and teasing

Word Count: 6.197

Summary: In order to improve your guitar skills, you decide to take private lessons to get accepted into a newly formed band. But the first lesson does not go the way you have imagined at all.

Jaehyun had sex like he played the guitar - rhythmic, steady, precise, and with a proficiency that no one dared to doubt.

_______

You looked into the eyes of a boy around your age, his gaze reflecting as much surprise as your own expression must have given away after he had opened the door for you.

His dark brown hair was messily pushed back and he was wearing a pair of washed-out ripped jeans with a simple white v-necked t-shirt. A silver necklace was adorning his neck, trailing down to his revealed collarbones until the delicate string of chains ended behind his clothe's fabric where an oddly shaped pendant silhouetted against his shirt.

Your gaze wandered up again and you noticed that his expression had changed. He was grinning slyly at you, and where the door had only been slightly ajar before, it was now opened completely so that you could get a view of the apartment's interior behind him.

“Hi!” he greeted you joyfully. “Are you here for the guitar lesson? You’re very early.”

“Uhm… yes.” You took a short, but decent bow before starting an apology, “I’m sorry for the inconvenience with my early appearance. I just didn’t want to be late.”

You had never been to this part of the town before, and since it was your first lesson, you didn’t want to leave a bad impression at your tutor.

Actually, you had been very unsure whether to really come or not, but your ambition had driven you to take the opportunity and accept the offer of this guitar-playing student that was pinned on your college’s bulletin board, who was willing to teach advanced learners for an affordable amount of money.

When you had been going up the stairs of the apartment complex, it was anxiousness and insecurity that accompanied you, because the thoughts whether he was someone nice who taught with patience or someone who would scold you every time were keeping you up at night.

But your first impression of him was not bad at all. Absolutely not.

“No problem,” he assured you and made a welcoming gesture to invite you in his apartment. “I’m Jaehyun, your tutor.”

You nodded thankfully, introduced yourself as well and followed Jaehyun into his apartment, your huge bag with your acoustic guitar on your back. It was a neat flat, modernly furnished, and you seated yourself on the couch in the middle of the room as you put down your bag, just now perceiving the other acoustic guitar, hanging on the wall in the corner of the room.

“You’re also playing the acoustic guitar?” you asked curiously, and he nodded.

“Sometimes, but I’m more of an electric guitar player,” your tutor explained as he seated himself beside you.

As though he had broken the ice with this information, you shifted around to face him with your brightest smile. “So, you play in a band?”

“Yeah, occasionally,” he said casually.

“That’s awesome!” you returned. “I want to audition for a band next week. They are looking for a new guitarist and I’ve always wanted to join a group instead of playing only for myself. I saw a notice on the college’s bulletin board and just thought why not? I’ve been playing the guitar for 8 years already, though I’ve taken a hiatus for like a year and only laid a hand on it last week again. I’m not very sure whether my skills are up to par enough to be accepted since I think I’ve gotten quite rusty, which is why I want to take some lessons to improve myself.”

Jaehyun chuckled lightly as his lips tilted up to form a smirk, and for a moment, you thought that you might have overwhelmed him with too much information that didn’t interest him at all, luring out mockery.

“Cool,” he just answered and seemed to shrug it off instantly so that you almost felt regret for having talked to him so bluntly right away. He nodded in the direction of your guitar bag. “Want to show me what you're capable of?”

You nodded directly, slightly ashamed over your sudden outburst since he didn't seem so interested in it anyway, and reached out for your bag in front of your feet. Zipping it open, you pulled out your guitar, and with a certain carefulness, you placed it on your lap, grabbing the fingerboard with your left hand and holding the body with the other.

“I’ll quickly tune it up,” you explained.

Jaehyun nodded again, watching you fiddling with the neck of the guitar as you changed the positions of the tuning keys by turning them to get the right strains on the strings for the certain note. You plucked on each string a few times until the note sounded right in your ears and moved on to the next one until you were finished.

Satisfied, you turned aside to ask Jaehyun, “Shall I just start playing something randomly now or—“

But within a second, he had moved forward to take the same position as you. He wound his arms around each side of your body and grabbed on the guitar himself, his left hand over your own on the fingerboard and his right hand over yours on the guitar body, his chest pressed against your back and his face right beside yours as his voice whispered huskily, “This tone doesn’t sound quite right.”

You startled and your body stiffened as you felt him so close to you. Not daring to make a single move or to even take a short breath, you just sat there and perceived every little movement he did; how his fingers brushed over yours and plucked the strings, how his soft breath was always next to your ear, how his body leaned against yours, holding you in a half-embrace.

Unwillingly, your own body became weak, and it was undeniable due to the closeness of your tutor.

“I fixed it,” Jaehyun then declared firmly, pulling you out of your thoughts that had only revolved around him as he withdrew himself from you.

Feeling like if he had noticed your short absence as he grinned at you, you quickly turned your gaze away as you flushed a little and grabbed on your guitar a little firmer now that his hands on yours were gone.

You couldn’t deny the fact that the position in which you both had been before felt very pleasant, evoking feels in you that you had been missing out on for quite a time. And now that he had withdrawn himself, you actually felt like missing the embrace from before.

“Just quickly show me what you are capable of and we’ll figure out what you’re lacking in,” Jaehyun suggested and automatically, you nodded obediently.

Still overwhelmed by the act from before and a bit confused, you held your guitar rather awkwardly like you were unskilled, and as you plucked on the strings, the melody of the song you actually wanted to play sounded totally different from what you had in mind. It was like all the years of learning the instrument had been blown away, leaving you unskilled but with a mind full of something or better say someone else.

You weren’t with your thoughts by the act you actually needed to perform anymore, and it was all because of your tutor who was rather hot, you finally admitted to yourself.

Jaehyun chuckled light-heartedly and moved close to you again, looping his arms around you and pressing his body against to yours like before. And just like he had moved a lever with it, your heart suddenly started to pound faster, making a sudden hotness wash through your body that evoked a sizzling fire between you two.

His skin brushed over yours as he plucked the strings, his arms softly and rhythmically moving against yours, his face next to yours with his cheek almost touching your ear as he hummed the song he was playing.

“You need to pluck a little lighter,” he whispered, playing the same short melody over and over again.

But the melody couldn’t bother you less at that moment since you weren’t paying attention to the things he did to the guitar but rather the things he did with you.

You held your breath when he suddenly stopped, afraid that he would withdraw again like he had done before – but he didn’t. Instead, you perceived him shifting, and you instantly got goose bumps as you felt his lips brushing over your earlobe. The strength in your hands suddenly vanished and your body became utterly weak again. If Jaehyun hadn’t hold the guitar at that moment, it would’ve dropped on the ground, and truthfully you wouldn’t even care a bit.

“The strings are very sensitive which is why you don’t need to pluck so hard,” your tutor muttered, and every word that found its way into your ear made you melt away in his arms.

He was so close, and each move of his lips against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

“What are your sensitive spots?” he asked suddenly.

Although you couldn’t see his expression right now, you could swear that he was grinning while questioning you. Taken aback by this bold question, you didn’t know what to answer first, lowering your head and swallowing hard.

“That’s… not a part of the lesson,” you tried to fight, but inwardly you knew that, if he would truly make a move, you would lose.

��Well,” he started, not making a move to even slightly change his position, “you said you wanted to have lessons to improve yourself… but you didn’t say in what topic.”

“What—“

“I’m not only good in playing the guitar, you know,” he cut you off.

But before you could even get the chance to return something, you were interrupted again by Jaehyun tugging on your hair to tilt your head a bit. You let out a hearable gasp as he placed his mouth on the side of your neck and left a soft kiss right there.

Your grip around the guitar’s fingerboard became tighter when he began to suck harshly on your neck, even taking some skin between his teeth to nibble playfully on that spot. A ticklish, yet excited feeling spread through your limbs and filled you up to your last fiber, leaving you in disappointment as you felt him pulling his lips back.

“Number one found,” Jaehyun chuckled into your ear.

Before you could happen to think properly again, you opened your mouth to let out another gasp that got stuck in your throat and rendered you silent. He had wandered with his free hand under your shirt, slowly sliding his fingertips along your naked skin, and every inch that he moved over, made you shiver pleasantly.

He stopped at the area of your navel, rubbing circular patterns around that spot that made you chuckle slightly due to the ticklish feeling. Although he had the rough fingertips of a guitarist, you didn’t notice anything of this at all. His touches were soft and tender and utterly careful.

Satisfied with himself, Jaehyun stated, “Number two found.”

Within seconds, you found his lips placed on the side of your neck again while his hand was holding your body tightly against his, his palms still resting on your naked tummy under your shirt. He sucked on your sensitive spot but didn’t concentrate on there only. He kissed upwards, soft lips caressing your skin as you bent your head aside to give him more space.

You fluttered your lids, trying to gather serious thoughts as you muttered, “But the guitar le—“

“Right,” Jaehyun returned instantly, withdrew his hand that had kept you close to him and grabbed the guitar to place it carefully on the table.

He turned around and kneeled in front of you as he held on either side of your thighs to move you closer to him. He spread your legs and seated himself on the ground between them, letting his palms rest on your thighs, only the thin fabric of your pants hindering you from meeting skin on skin.

“I mean the lesson—“ You tried again.

But he reached out his hands and held on each side of your face as he pulled you down to him, your faces so close to each other that only an inch prevented your lips from meeting one another. Your eyes reflected insecurity, confusion, but also excitement and anticipation.

“Your body is telling me that you want me to help you improve in other topics.”

And with that, Jaehyun pulled you in for a kiss.

It was a rather chaste and less demanding kiss in the beginning, one that was testing the waters as he massaged your lips as softly as he had done on your neck before, experimenting how far he could go first. You were hesitant as well, returning his kisses with slight, almost unnoticeable movements.

But it was not too long before you reached out your hands to grab on his shoulders for hold before you opened your lips fully, giving him consent to continue and deepen the kiss. You could feel him smiling as he pulled you so close that your chests almost touched.

His tongue smoothly rolled with yours before he licked over your lower lip, nibbling on the flesh and heating you up even more like that before pushing his tongue back into you. Faster than you thought, you got carried away with the kiss, as it was one of the kind that you had never experienced that intensely before.

So you didn’t notice how Jaehyun had hooked your ankles around his waist and lifted you off the couch with both his hands carrying your body by holding onto your bum.

Within the next moment, he had placed you onto his bed after removing your shirt and pants, leaving you only in your underwear as he positioned himself on top of you. You watched in awe how he got rid of his shirt, grabbing onto the hem of the clothing to pull it over his head in one swift movement, leaving his hair in such a sexy mess that you couldn’t turn your gaze away from him.

Jaehyun smirked sexily, obviously aware of the effect he had on you. When he bent down to you, you reached out and entwined your fingers around the pendant of his necklace, pulling him closer to you to capture his lips.

As he returned the kiss passionately, you traced your fingers along his chest, running your fingertips down his naked skin. Under your touch, you could feel him shiver slightly, making your realize that he felt exactly the same that you did when he touched your own body; excitement, anticipation, but also a hint of insecurity.

With a quick movement, you made you both change your positions so that you were sitting on Jaehyun's lap now, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you fiddled with the zipper of his jeans. His erection was already straining against his pants. Your tutor let out a mischievous laughter as you threw a curious gaze at him, slightly taken aback and insecure whether you were doing the right thing.

But he only said, “Doesn’t look like that I need to teach you anymore.”

Jaehyun was obviously surprised, but satisfied with what you were doing. Grinning back at him, you pulled his pants down his thighs, revealing a huge visible tent that was kept hidden underneath the thick fabric. You tugged on the hem of his boxers, freeing his cock that instantly slapped back on his stomach.

“Touch me,” Jaehyun pleaded, and where you had watched his boner in awe before, he had pulled you out of your thoughts now and you nodded, willing to fulfill him this wish.

Tenderly, you grabbed hold of his cock on the base and slowly moved your hand along his length all the way up. You heard a relieved sigh and as you lifted your head to look at Jaehyun, he had his head rolled back while an arm was put over his forehead, covering half of his face.

By the time you’ve reach his tip, brushing with your thumb over the sensitive spot, a low groan came out of his mouth, and you perceived him gritting his teeth, then biting on his lower lip as he stretched out his arms, but kept his eyes shut close.

Somehow, it made you really proud of what you were able to do with him, so you took it a little further. You continued sliding your hand up and down his length while the other hand massaged the area around his base. In the beginning, your pace was rather slow and soft, but as Jaehyun let out a long-lasting moan and an even louder “Fuck!” you decided to tease him even a little more.

You increased your pace, sliding up and down rhythmically, fast and steady, feeling him growing even more under your palms, if that was possible.

It was only moments later when the first drops of his precum was built on his tip that you took the opportunity to lower your head and deliciously let your tongue lick over his head to sip it all up. But as you parted your lips to take him into your mouth fully, Jaehyun had already flipped you over and pinned you against the mattress with his entire weight, making it impossible for you to move anymore.

“Enough,” he breathed, sweat glistening on his forehead as he hovered over you. “It’s my turn. I am the tutor.”

He lifted your body up a bit by reaching with both of his hands under your back to unhook your bra which he then took off and tossed on the ground. He touched your left breast, first on the top slope before he lifted his hand and only run the fingertips across the mound. You mewled quietly to his touches, your nipples hardening as Jaehyun rolled his fingers around your sensitive spot.

“Another one found,” he muttered, a smile forming on his lips as his warm hand closed around your breast.

It was fully hefted into his palms before he brought up his free hand and did the same to the other breast. Placing himself fully between your legs, you felt his hard-on twitching between your thighs, only the thin fabric of your lace panties keeping your intimate parts from finding each other.

Your own body started to twitch under his as Jaehyun lowered his head and licked with his tongue over your left breast, leaving a path of saliva and making you cry out louder than you had intended. Slyly grinning, he blew over that spot, causing your curved skin to form goose bumps due to the coldness of his liquid. Bending further, he embraced your nipple with his soft lips and sucked on it harshly, but carefully as your hands found their ways to his head to look for a grip by burying your fingers in his silky hair.

Jaehyun showed a certain proficiency as he played with your breasts, kissing around the nub that he had made sensitive and placing tender kisses around the area before he got back to teasing you again, even biting slightly into it which made you cry out once more. Not because of the pain though, but because you were craving for more and for him to finally go further.

Your pink tips shuddered under his touches, but when you threw your head back to glory his mouth play a bit more, it was something else that made you shriek.

Jaehyun had bucked his hips purposely so that his revealed boner was now sliding across your still hidden core, and where you had been only wet before, you were dripping now.

“Let’s see whether this is a sensitive spot too.”

“What?!”

Your eyes widened in question, but Jaehyun said nothing. He laid himself fully on top of you, his chest on your chest, the cold metal of his necklace touching your still heated skin as he shifted his position and fixated his weight on only one side of his body. Nonetheless he managed to pull you in for a kiss which didn’t last long because you broke it instantly and breathed for air.

“Yes, there too,” Jaehyun said confidently when your entire body flinched as his thumb pressed on your clit, massaging it in circular motions.

You threw your head back, your body arched and you dug your nails into his shoulders as pleasant shudders ran down your spine right to your toes while he worked magic on your body, playing with it precisely.

Instinctively, you brought your legs together as your tutor dragged his middle finger along your covered folds, your next moan getting swallowed in his mouth as he wandered upwards again, repeating this movement a few times until you were dripping in his hand and your panties soaking.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded and you reacted obediently, although it was very hard to do so when he was still playing with you around there.

You threw your head aside, your upper body lifting off the mattress as your back arched. Jaehyun had pushed two fingers into you, and just as your thighs wanted to react like before, squeezing shut, he now rested one arm on your inner leg, keeping your limbs separated that way.

He worked slowly in the beginning, sliding in and out lewdly, teasing you and smiling over every moan that fell from your lips, but as he increased his pace, pumping in and out of you with a certain force on the right spots, your legs began to flinch uncontrollably under his, announcing the upcoming release to which he drove you further with his finger play.

Then, Jaehyun withdrew his fingers and sat up, leaving your core still twitching hotly, missing his touches already. His hair was messier than before due to your own fingers running through his curls and as he looked up, throwing a gaze at you, you couldn’t help but to smile at each other.

Jaehyun then raised his finger, licking the juice all up, and you actually happened to think that this was the sexiest scene you had ever seen. The look he threw at you was filled with lust and anticipation for the upcoming act, but also with a certain kindness and esteem towards you.

He had worked on your body like a guitar, playing the sensitive strings with precision, but deliberately and gently, exactly knowing where to work to lure out the best sounds of you. His finger play was the work of a very experienced guitar player, his fingertips rough, but he still knew how to use them to make you feel good.

He made you the instrument while he was the player, turning you completely obedient to each of his motions.

Jaehyun then bent his head and peppered butterfly kisses in between your breasts, tracing them downwards along your stomach, then to your navel, your groin, and even further till he reached the hem of your panties. Seating himself up again, he took your legs and laid them over his shoulder, tugging on your panties that he then slid off your legs and tossed it, with the rest of his own clothes, to the ground. Reaching over you, he opened the drawer of his nightstand and took out a condom that he unpacked and rolled over his erection.

Jaehyun placed himself back on top of you, his cock twitching between your inner thighs in anticipation as you could already feel his tip at your entrance. You two kept close eye contact as he pushed himself into you, not too fast, but slowly and carefully since he didn’t know how he would fit into you yet. Studying every change your expression made, he watched you sighing in relief when he glided in, the reaction assuring him that you were okay.

He stretched you with every inch he plunged in, making you dig your nails deeper into his back. As he eased himself in you, you perceived how good the way he filled you up felt, making you feel completed. Your bodies just matched perfectly.

You bucked your hips impatiently, catching your tutor off guard for a moment by sending pleasure down his body and making him lose his control for a short time. But after he had found his position again, leaning over you, he let out a short laughter as if he surely wanted to take this competition.

Jaehyun's arms were propped on either side of your head on the pillow as he began to move. And this time, he didn’t start slowly like all of his acts before, and you thanked him for this inwardly since he had heated up the both of you with his promising foreplay already.

Jaehyun had sex like he played the guitar - rhythmic, steady, precise, and with a proficiency that no one dared to doubt.

He thrusted into you with a certain force, but never too harsh to make you cry out in pain or too fast to hinder you from enjoying it. He plunged in and out of you, his hips steadily grinding against yours. You met his pace by moving your own hips with his rhythm, increasing the sensation that was built between the both of you in your connected parts.

He had moved an arm under your back, lifting up your body a bit while you had rolled your head back, revealing your sensitive neck area that Jaehyun was now caressing with kisses as he dipped his head, planting passionate smooches and every now and then soft pecks onto your skin.

Every time Jaehyun slid out and needed too long for your impatient body to push back in, you unknowingly scratched his back, crying out his name, wanting even more, and by the third time, he came to know your cravings all to well and do this on purpose just to have you call out his name over and over again “Jaehyun… Jaehyun… Jaehyun…!!”

He took his other hand to reach down to your thigh and wound your leg around his waist, bringing your sweaty bodies together, his chest brushing against your breasts, every movement luring a mewl out of your mouth while his hot breath was close to your ear, his breathing pace increasing as each thrust passed. He plunged in and out, your body becoming an entangled mess, your lips craving for more kisses and your skin craving for more touches.

Jaehyun's chest parted from yours as he brought his upper body up to grab on the headboard, ready for the climax. You studied in amazement how his majestic chest, covered in glistening sweat, rose in front of your sight, how he increased his pace and closed his eyes, and you took all of his rough poundings as he lowered his head and released a loud groan that was followed by a few quieter ones, shudders running down his spine as he released himself into you.

Against your expectations, he didn’t let go of you yet. He wanted you to come now as well. Within the next second, he had lifted you off the mattress, causing you to let out a surprised “Ah!” and had you placed on his lap in a seating position as he held your body firmly against his.

You looped your arms around his neck and dipped your head, resting your forehead on his shoulder as he thrusted upwards, more forceful than he had done before, but the effect was incredible. Your moans got muffled in the crook of his neck as your body bounced on his thighs steadily. He held onto your hips to keep them down as he rotated his own in circular motions, purposely focused on stimulating your clit by grinding against you, and as he began thrusting again, you came as well with one hard jolt of his that was followed by several other ones while he let you ride it out.

And as you did come in shudders that sent spasms down to your body, with your head thrown back, with your hands holding onto Jaehyun's shoulders, with your legs wounded around his waist and with Jaehyun embracing your body to not let you fall over, you let out the tone that was the most pleasant one in his ears – the one of you calling out his name: “Jaehyun…”

--

You were still naked in bed as Jaehyun came back with his guitar and seated himself beside you. You wrapped the blanket around your body and brought your legs close to your chest to rest your chin on your knees and listened to him playing. You had your eyes closed in the beginning, listening to the wonderful melodies he created with the instrument, absorbing every note of it, trying to remember and memorize every single accord and tone.

You were carried away by the magic of the moment and truthfully, you didn’t want him to ever stop playing again.

Peeking through strands of your hair, you secretly caught a glimpse at him and your heart started to flutter when you saw him sitting there, half-naked and utterly sexy, his messy hair now down and framing his face; his expression was concentrating, his gaze fixated on the guitar, yet he had time to quickly look up and return your soft expression.

Flushing, you lowered your gaze again as your heart throbbed fast against your chest, but it wasn’t quick enough to not have perceived the smile that he was flashing at you and in secrecy, you smiled back.

As he was finished with the song, Jaehyun put the guitar aside and shifted his sight at you, the kind smile still lingering around his lips.

“Too bad that we couldn’t come to the lesson anymore,” he said, but you both started to chuckle simultaneously because the sentence was filled with pure sarcasm to which the truth you both couldn’t deny.

“So… Your time is still not over,” he grinned slyly and moved towards you, his hands on your waist as he approached you. “How about some extra lessons then?”

You welcomed him happily with an open-mouthed kiss as he gently pushed you back onto the mattress, placing your head on the pillow and himself between your legs. As he seated himself up to remove his boxers for the next round, you saw it.

You saw it clearly and you didn’t know why you hadn't noticed it before. The oddly shaped pendant on his necklace was not some sort of a cryptic modern jewelry that one could not exactly define. It was a letter in capitals.

The letter “T”.

Within a moment that didn’t even last a single second, your view on this whole situation changed as the world, in which you had been living in the past hour, broke down.

You didn’t know why you had let yourself lure into this situation in the first place. Perhaps, it was his charm, the magic of the moment or your own craving for physical attention. And even if it was all three of them, it wouldn’t explain why the news now hurt so much since feelings weren’t involved in the first place anyways.

But the thought that Jaehyun had most likely a girlfriend, a girl so precious that he was always wearing her around his neck, just shattered you for reasons you couldn’t exactly define. And by the time he had perceived your changed mien, you realized that it utterly bothered you that it wasn’t your name he was wearing on his necklace after you had shared such a beautiful moment.

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun asked worriedly, his expression as lost as yours.

You pushed him from top of you and moved to the side of the bed to collect your clothes.

“I need to go,” you quickly said, trying to sound as normal and strong as you could.

At first, it seemed like Jaehyun let you go willingly, but after you were fully dressed and wanted to leave his room, he grabbed for your wrist and made you stay.

“What’s wrong?” he repeated again, demanding an answer.

But you didn’t want him to triumph over another trophy by turning around and let yourself get humiliated.

So you just freed your arm with one fast jolt and left the apartment as fast as possible. You didn’t even waste time by putting your guitar back in the bag as you just grabbed each item and left the apartment before Jaehyun could even catch up on you.

By the time he had reached the living room, he just perceived the noise of the door falling shut, and when opened it again to call out for your name, you were already running down the stairs as fast as you could, sudden tears blocking your view which you frantically blinked away.

You didn’t stop running until a few blocks down the street, exhausted, tired and your heart so sad that you could barely breathe.

--

When you pulled open the door to the rehearsal room, you were actually surprised that there weren't many people auditioning as well. To be exact: There was no other person aside from you.

You pulled out the paper from the bulletin board with the date and time of the audition, but except for the fact that you were early as always, they were absolutely correct. Insecurely, you stepped in and closed the door behind you.

Immediately, a boy around your age came towards you, greeting you happily with a decent bow. “Hello, are you y/n?”

You nodded, surprised over his sudden happiness to see you. “Yes. Am I right here for the audition? Because I don’t see anyone else.”

“That’s because there won’t be anyone else,” he announced with a smile. “You’re our new member.”

“What?” Your eyes widened in surprise, unsure of whether you had heard right, and that was why the guy repeated,

“You’re our new guitarist. Congratulations!”

“What about the audition? The other applicants?”

“They’ve gotten rejected by our leader beforehand already,” he explained.

“Seriously? Why?”

“Because I said so.”

The voice that cut off your conversation was coming from another direction and oddly, it seemed very familiar.

As you turned around, you were facing a boy standing beside other two, a boy that you had been trying so hard to forget during the past days, but had never entirely succeeded in doing so.

And as your gaze fell on the pendant of his necklace again, everything fell together, relief and realization hitting you. Suddenly, you felt so much longing for him that you just wanted to run towards him and let him take you into his arms.

Like he had heard your thoughts, Jaehyun approached you and put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him and placing a fond kiss on your temple.

“She’s mine,” he announced to his three fellow band mates, “so don’t you dare laying a hand on her, right?”

A moment later, after a playful quarrel between the boys and the introduction of each of you, you were seated in front of the small stage in their rehearsal room, Jaehyun standing in front of you, playing the guitar and singing, the guy who had greeted you was on the drums, another played the bass and the last one was on the keyboard. In order to get to know them more as a band and their music since you would join them as their new guitarist, they had deiced to give you a private concert.

Although you were trying to memorize and enjoy the songs, your eyes were almost always with Jaehyun.

Neither of you held yourselves back to hide the affection between you both with longing gazes that had only gotten more intensive during your time of separation. Jaehyun's slender body moved slowly and rhythmically to the music, his electric guitar always firmly in his hands as he shook his head to each tone he was playing, his hair messily swirling around.

But what specifically caught your attention today was his voice as he sang. You hadn't known that he was the lead singer as well which was another reason why you were especially drawn to him now. He had a rather deep singing voice, yet a very smooth and soft one which never got shaky regardless of the notes he needed to hit.

Jaehyun held onto the microphone as he stopped playing every now and then to concentrate on the singing, closing his eyes to hit the right notes, and every time he opened them, you were the first thing he looked at.

You knew that there were many things you needed to talk over.

First of all, you owed him an apology, but you also knew that there was much time left for you both. Now that you were playing in the same band, you’d spend more time together - time that would be filled with lessons in the rehearsal room.

Real guitar lessons in his living room, improvised guitar lessons in between the sheets and promising dates to get to know each other more.

Because T actually stood for the name of his band, but T could also stand for Together.

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Hi there! Super duper quick, but I’m going to go on a break / hiatus for the next week or so! 

I’m sorry its kind of sudden (or maybe not idk) but yeahhhh–– there are a few reasons! I won’t go into too much depth, but I don’t want to just dip out for a bit without proper explanation (unlike the other times i’ve gone on hiatus)

But that’s utc tho bc even if i say i won’t go into too much detail i am still, at my heart, a chatterbox lmao

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For one, i think I’ve started to look for validation in tumblr too much? Like,,,, I’ve never been one to need validation before. But recently I feel like I’ve been seeking that out in tumblr which, when I look back on it, feels kind of funky to me? And obviously it’s not wrong to look for validation on here, that’s not what I’m saying. But just for me personally, it feels strange and debilitating to rely as heavily heavily as I do on things in this way, so i kind of need to distance myself for a bit.

This next one isn’t really much of a surprise at this point, but it’s kinda obvi that I’ve been lacking motivation and inspiration to write. I’ve probably written less than 10 things in the last two, maybe even three months. I just I don’t like the things I try to write, and I like them even less when i try to force myself, which sucks so much because I receive so many good, breathtaking prompts in my inbox, but i feel like I can never do them justice, but at the same time i don’t want to post the prompts with me just, like, screaming and keysmashing yk? Bc i feel like that can’t properly encapsulate just how much i love the things I’m sent. So yeah I really do miss being able to look back on the stuff I write n go ‘holy shit I actually made that? Whoa’ and I kind of need to get myself out of this funk for a bit bc I hate it.

Lastly, as I’m sure some of you know, finals have been whole rough recently. I only got out of its chokehold, like, a few days ago, and I’m jumping right back into the fray on January 3. Safe to say I’m still tired from the whole thing that was hell week, and I just need time to sorta, like, exist in my own space for a bit. 

After I post this, I won’t be answering any asks until I get back, and I’ll be deleting the tumblr app from my phone to distance myself from the site for now. Though I might come on eventually to catch up and read some fics, because I’ve barely been reading or supporting any kind of fics recently, which i feel super guilty for. So if you see me rb fics, they’re all queued up!

I’m super sorry I won’t be around for the holidays or for New Year’s, but I hope everyone enjoys :DD I’m sorry that i won’t be able to actively provide a safe space for you guys who view the blog as such, or that I can’t be a listening ear or someone to talk to in the coming days. But still, feel free to send me things in my inbox while I’m away. Brain rots, thoughts, life updates, whatever you’d like! I might not be able to respond to each ask individually, but hopefully being able to type something out and sending it my way will be able to bring you comfort of some sort <3

Anywayyyy so, like, yeah :D I’ll get going for now. Thanks for 4.8k followers so far, even though I’ve been really lacking on content these past two months–– I’ll try to write at my own pace while I’m gone, maybe finally do those event prompts and answer some really old asks. Hope everyone has lovely holidays and a lovely new year, also! Much love n much smooches babes <33