#I’ve been looking at the blue ovals and words on the grey screen

[yungidreamer]

Blackout Part 1

Summary: When a storm blows in just before finals it throws life into chaos with no power. But the trio’s home becomes a refuge in the storm. A place of warmth and happiness where everyone can gather to ride out the storm and enjoy some time together. Seonghwa and his love, Yeosang, find some special time together. A moment of respite in the storm.

Word count: 6.6k

Content warnings: fluff and smut, this time featuring Seonghwa and Yeosang, sex (m/m), a bathtub, the stress of finals and a blackout across town. Mostly happy bonding with friends and partners by candlelight.

‘Twas the weekend before finals when all through the city, not a building had power, it was a true pity. An ice storm had blown through late on Thursday coating everything with half an inch of ice bringing down power lines and tree branches. Classes were canceled on Friday and departments mailed out plans for finals, with professors encouraged to make finals something people could take at home if possible to leave halls that might need to be powered by generators for those that absolutely had to take tests on campus.

The dorm halls and residences were dark but at least heated, however, with no promise that power would be restored soon, people were eager to go home for the holidays as soon as possible. Students who were given the option for take home or online files were all making plans to head home early. Those who weren’t were forced to go to pick up meals from the one of the few functional cafeterias on campus. No one was happy with the situation.

In their little house near campus she, Mingi, and Yunho were happy to be in their cozy little home together. They were especially thankful for their fireplace and for the gas stove the place had come with, since it meant the interruption in power hadn’t given them nearly as much trouble as it was giving most of their friends. With the fridge and freezer down, they moved the frozen foods out to the backyard. The weather had remained around freezing since the storm and it would keep it as well as the freezer would have. The things that needed to be kept cool but not frozen, they kept in the little entry porch in a cooler that was just enough to keep things from freezing but was plenty cold. All in all, it was actually pretty nice, minus the fact that they couldn’t watch anything on TV and were only keeping only one phone on at a time. Their travel batteries had been real lifesavers actually.

On Friday evening they learned that Yunho’s chemistry class was keeping their scheduled practical final on Tuesday which he needed to stay for. Mingi’s math teacher, an old crotchety tenured professor, insisted on having an in person final for his 200 + person introduction course. He didn’t trust people not to cheat, nor did he trust the newfangled online tests some people in the department had started using. Luckily that was scheduled for Monday afternoon so it wouldn’t keep them there any longer than Yunho’s. She was lucky and had already been sent her four finals she had left for her classes and was hoping to have them done before they drove home for the long Christmas holiday.

At around 7 that Friday Yunho’s phone rang. It was a frazzled and stressed out Hong Joong wondering if he might be able to come and study with Yunho at their place. With no power he had been studying as much as he could during the daylight hours and making due with a hanging flashlight he had set up in the evening. He grumbled about not being able to make any of the food they had and being stuck with sandwiches for days with no way to cook in the house.

“We can cook here if you want to bring stuff to make some food here,” Yunho offered.

“You can cook?” Hong Joong perked up on the other end of the phone. “Do you have power?”

“No we just have a gas stove and oven,” Yunho explained.

“Wou...would you mind if I came to stay for a little while?” Hong Joong questioned hopefully. “I can bring food. I also have a solar charger we can share to charge phones and stuff. Also a radio I’ve been using to keep me sane.”

“Oh yeah sure, that would be fine,” Yunho agreed. As he finished speaking, he heard a shuffling, and then Hong Joong make an exclamation of objection.

“You can cook?” Came the tight voice of Seonghwa over the line.

“Ye...yes…” Yunho replied slowly.

“Can Yeo and I come study there?” Seonghwa sounded tense and close to begging. “I will cook food and I am good at it. Please. I miss warm food and I want to get out of this tiny dark room. I will do anything.”

“Sure,” Yunho laughed. “You guys can come, too. Maybe bring some candles or light as well as some food to make.”

“Thank you,” Seonghwa’s voice was full of relief as he said it. “I have to call Yeo and tell him to meet me. We will bring whatever we can. Ugh, if only one of our dorms just had one of the functioning cafeterias, I could bear to stay there. I just wish we weren’t going to have to come back and forth.”

“Do you mind if they stay for the weekend?” Yunho covered the mic and whisper asked the other two. When they nodded he brought the phone back to his ear and offered, “You guys could stay the weekend. Just come and bring whatever you need to study and clothes for a couple of days.”

“Seriously?” Seonghwa said, unsure if he could trust what his ears had just heard. It was too good to be true.

“Yeah,” Yunho confirmed. “We have room and it will be good to have everyone together in one place for studying. It will be a big help if you cook and bring extra food, so...yeah, you guys are welcome.”

“Thank you,” Seonghwa said gratefully before passing the phone back to Hong Joong.

“We can stay over?” Hong Joong asked, a note of extra hope entering his voice.

“Yeah, bring what you need,” Yunho confirmed. “Or at least what you can. We will make the best of this studying time and time to get the finals done before the holiday.”

“You guys are the best,” Hong Joong laughed. “Okay, we will see you soon.”

“So we’ll be having some guests it seems,” she said, setting her study material aside for the moment. “Guess that means I should clean up a little.”

“I’ll help,” Mingi offered, closing his math book for the moment.

“Me, too,” Yunho turned off the screen of his phone and set it on the coffee table. The boys redressed their beds to give the guests places to sleep while she cleaned up a little in the kitchen, doing the last of the dishes and checking what they had in their cabinets, thinking about what they might need. Yunho, when he was done making the bed, went out and grabbed more wood for the fireplace. It was starting to get dark and, while the furnace was keeping the house warm, the light and extra coziness it was giving the house was making the blackout much more pleasant.

They had decorated the house for Christmas after getting back from Thanksgiving with their families. They had bought a tree from one of the lots, strung it with colored lights, and bought a cacophony of colorful glass balls and bangles. It wasn’t the sort of tree that would have made it into one of those home life magazines but it was homey. Off on one side of the tree Yunho had eventually discovered a trio of special ornaments she had bought and tucked off to the side. They were little enamel picture frames, each with a photo of one of them, with Our First Christmas Together and the year written on the back. Yunho was in a bright blue oval shaped frame that had a sunburst sort of design under the enamel that caught the light when the tree was lit. Mingi was in a bright red square frame that had a sort of scaled or feathered sort of pattern that seemed to shimmer in the light. Hers was purple and round with little gems that dangled off the bottom. He wasn’t sure how long they had been there before he noticed, but he made sure to bring it to Mingi’s attention when he noticed it. They both loved it and wished they had thought of the gesture first, but of course she had done it. Silently they promised, next year they would surprise her, but this year they could both still get her something amazing for Christmas.

Mingi had gotten her an antique style pearl choker with a small square panel in front that had a starburst pattern in silver and crystals. He liked the idea of her wearing it, like a mark that she was his, even if everyone didn’t know it. He hadn’t given it to her. He was still deciding if he wanted to give it to her before they went home or save it for when they got back. There were still days to decide, so it stayed tucked far back in one of the drawers in his bedroom, waiting for the right time.

Yunho had bought her a hair comb from a local antique shop. He had gone expecting to get her something simple like earrings but had laid eyes on the ornate, two pronged, silver comb and knew it was what he needed to get her. She often twisted her hair up into easy buns on the back of her head, held there with one or two simple wooden hair sticks she used. This comb, with its gorgeous rococo style curved decorative plate would look perfect sitting in her hair. It was something she would use, which meant he would get to see his gift on her often; just a little something saying she was his.

They had gotten each other something as well. Yunho had bought Mingi a new, expensive pair of Bluetooth headphones he could use when he needed some isolation to keep his mind on studying. His last pair had started to wear out, the battery only lasting three or four hours these days. The new ones were better and would be more forgiving for his usual forgetfulness when it came to putting them on the charger when he was done.

Mingi had bought Yunho a new suit set including dress shirt, jacket, pants, tie, and pocket square. Yunho had noticed that he had outgrown his last set over Thanksgiving and knew that he needed to get something soon but had been putting it off due to school. Mingi had gotten him a steel grey suit with white button up and sky blue tie and pocket square. Honestly, he couldn’t wait to see him in that and really wanted to come up with some date, some occasion to see him in it. The color would go perfectly with his current blond locks he had gotten lightened even a shade brighter during his last visit to the hairdressers. That he was going to give Yunho before he went back home for the holidays, as there was a good chance he might have a reason to wear it then. As long as he brought it back home, since Mingi was dying to take him out in it with their girl.

Before long the house was really ready for guests and for more studying. She pulled out a few more candles and put them on the dining room table to light when people went there to eat or study, whatever might be needed. They had been concentrating the light in the living room, with a few candles around the room and a couple of wall sconces lit that she happened to have. They were remarkably good at lighting the room with their mirrored backs and high hanging light. She had bought them because she liked them, not knowing they would come to be genuinely useful and not just frivolous pretty things she just enjoyed having. 

A little after eight, Hong Joong arrived at their door with a heavy bag in tow behind him, packed with school things, clothes, food, and other useful supplies he thought he could provide. He came into the house, grateful to be in the warmth again after battling icy sidewalks and freshly falling snow that was now coming down. It took him a moment after he took off his coat to take in the room he had entered. The whole place just oozed cozy warmth with its cheery decoration and surprising brightness given that he had been making due with a hanging flashlight.

“Wow,” was all he said when he looked up, taking it all in.

“Welcome to our home,” she greeted him with a hug, helping him take his things into the room. “Is there anything that needs to be kept cold in your stuff?”

“Oh yeah,” he shook his head, bringing himself back to the moment. “This stuff here is perishable.” He pulled out a bag with cheese, milk, meat, condiments, and a few other odds and ends he had that he and Hwa had decided he should take to be useful. “I also have this stuff that needs to be cooked but doesn’t need to be kept cold,” he said, passing a bigger bag to Mingi, who was standing nearby. “I think Hwa and Yeo are going to bring more but this is what I was tasked with bringing.”

“Thank you and make yourself at home,” She said, walking off to put the perishables in the makeshift fridge. “You can take one of the boys’ rooms. The beds have been made. You can leave your stuff in there and pick a place to study. We can do something about food when everyone gets here.”

“You guys are lifesavers,” Hong Joong said as he dragged his bag back towards the bedrooms.

It didn’t take long for Seonghwa and Yeosang to arrive at their front door, laden with food and other things they needed to study and make their place home for a short time. Seonghwa looked like he was ready to cry when he saw the cozy and welcoming interior of their house. After having faced the possibility of having the stress of studying in the dark with bad food, the relief was fresh and sharp.

“I am going to be in your debt for eternity,” he said, dropping his things near the door and drawing a slightly surprised Mingi into a tight hug.

“You’re welcome,” Mingi replied with an amused laugh and a gummy smile.

“This place is really nice,” Yeosang said, taking everything in with a slow scan of the room. “You even have a fireplace...wow.”

“You can put yourselves in the room that Hongjoong didn’t take,” Yunho instructed. “Is there food we need to deal with?”

“Yes but don’t worry about it,” Seonghwa picked up their other things and prepared to take things to the bedrooms. “Let me put things away and then I am going to deal with food. Where am I…” Yunho pointed down the hall and the two boys happily made their way back to take the unoccupied room. They re-emerged from down the hall with Seonghwa’s arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder and one of Yeosang’s slung loosely around his waist in return. Hong Joong appeared behind them, his arms laden with study material.

“Okay,” Seonghwa gave Yeosang a kiss on the side of his head before heading to get the food things he had left near the door. “Show me the kitchen.” Yunho gave an amused chuckle and led him through the wide doors that opened into the kitchen. Seonghwa looked like he was tempted to hug the stove when he laid eyes on it. He was almost in despair at the idea of not having ‘real’ food between now and finals. He instead settled for hugging Yunho again before he set about pulling everything out he had brought so that it could be organized and put away. Yeosang helped to gather the things to be put into the cold as Seonghwa decided what to cook for everyone.

“Is beef stew okay for everyone?” He asked after having taken stock of all the ingredients. Everyone gave affirmative answers and Seonghwa set to work preparing everything to go into the dinner. Yeosang wandered into the kitchen to help and she joined them shortly thereafter, making quick work of the chopping, peeling, and the searing. Soon, all that was left was the hour or so everything needed to simmer in the large pot.

With dinner sorted, everyone settled in around the living room with their books and notes to study. She settled in near the fireplace next to Yunho and Mingi, wrapping herself in a blanket as she pulled out the psych final she had decided to work on first. Yeosang and Seonghwa settled themselves on the smaller loveseat, Yeosang tucked in between his boyfriend’s spread legs as they both studied from large textbooks. Hong Joong stretched out on the couch, his head near the end where Yunho was seated near the fireplace, allowing him to poke at him occasionally as they both studied the material for their final.

By the time dinner was declared done by an ecstatically happy Seonghwa, everyone was ready to take a break from their studying. They served the stew in whatever dishes worked, not having quite enough bowls to go around. She and Hong Joong made do with a couple of large mugs, which were actually much easier to carry into the living room than the bowls. With the plentiful light and warm atmosphere, they decided it was the best place to eat.

“How many finals do you have?” Yeosang asked the room in general as he took a bite of the delicious stew.

“Three,” Mingi replied. “But only one has to be done on campus. The rest were changed to take home stuff given the circumstances.”

“I have four, but they are all take home,” she followed up. “I’m just hoping I can get them all done before we drive home for the holidays.”

“Oh that’s right,” Seonghwa waved his spoon in the direction of the trio. “You guys all came from the same place, didn’t you? Are your families all friends or something?”

“Sort of,” Yunho scrunched up his face a little as he rolled the explanation around in his mind. “They all know each other, but mostly because we know each other, not the other way around.”

“So then how did you all meet,” Yeosang asked as he leaned against his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Mingi threw us all in the water at summer camp.” Yunho said with a wide grin, successfully eliciting the reaction he hoped from the other boy.

“Hey,” Mingi objected, putting one hand on his hip as he spoke. “I did not...okay I sort of did. But it wasn’t like it sounds.”

“He got better with the canoes,” she noted with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Especially when there wasn’t the threat of ducks.”

“Come on,” Mingi pursed his lips and grumped at the two of them.

“Imagine if you hadn’t,” Yunho reached out to him, stroking his cheek softly. “Our girl might be with San and...well...we would probably be alone or something. Oof, not a pleasant thought really.”

“I guess we really owe those ducks,” she joked, falling into peels of laughter at the thought. Beside her Mingi huffed, pulling her into his lap for a kiss that ate her laughter. Yunho scooted over, wrapping his arms around both of them with the warmest expression on his face. 

“I think you had to be there,” Yeosang faux whispered to his boyfriend, causing him to give a snort of laughter and slap his shoulder playfully.

“I am so single…” Hong Joong sighed, his eyes looking between the two couples who were there in front of him. He tucked into his soup with a shake of his head, glad to be there but also wishing he had someone to bring with him, like his roommate did. Seonghwa glowed when he was around Yeosang, or Sangie, as he often called him, getting groans and eyerolls from those near enough to hear it. He and Hwa had met in a dance class together last year and the two had been nearly inseparable since then.

They finished the stew and Hong Joong, Yunho and Mingi volunteered for dish duty since they hadn’t helped with cooking. Even though it was nearing 11 at that point, most of them wanted to press on with studying.

“Hey love, can you bring in the big bottle of cider?” Yunho asked Mingi as they finished the dishes. Mingi nodded and headed to the porch to bring in the gallon bottle of cider they had bought a few days ago. While Mingi retrieved that, Yunho scoured the cabinets to find the packet of mulling spices they had somewhere.

“Here you go,” Mingi set the heavy glass bottle on the counter, pressing a quick kiss to the side of Yunho’s neck, causing the other boy to blush and giggle. “What are you making?”

“I thought some cider would be good as a sort of desert,” Yunho shrugged.

“Mmmm, good idea,” Mingi moved to hug him from behind, tucking his head in on Yunho’s shoulder as he watched him work. “Warm and cozy.”

“It’s kind of fun having everyone here,” Yunho noted as he lit the burner under the pan. “Don’t you think?”

“Mmm,” Mingi agreed. “It’s more fun than just studying alone would have been. And Seonghwa can cook; that stew was delicious.”

“Maybe we can have them over more often,” Yunho suggested, swaying in the arms of the other boy.

“Sometimes,” Mingi agreed. “I still want time just with the two of you.”

“Of course,” Yunho turned his head and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Time with you is the best part of my day.”

“Yeah?” Mingi asked shyly, flashing him a gummy grin. Yunho made a mhmm sound and moved to put his arms around his shoulders and took his lips in a slow, lazy kiss.

“Awww, am I missing all the fun?” She teased as she joined them in the kitchen, having come to see what had been keeping them since the dishes were done.

“Yes,” Mingi teased, looking at her over his shoulder, not letting go of the man in his arms.

“Poor me,” she pretended to pout. “Good thing I came to check, I suppose.”

“Come here,” Yunho beckoned, pulling slightly out of Mingi’s arms, enough to lift her onto the counter next to them. Mingi took her lips and Yunho nibbled down along the side of her neck below her ear. She gave a moaning giggle into Mingi’s mouth, shivering at the tickling sensation being sent through her.

The hiss of the cider starting to simmer in the pan brought them apart. They portioned the cider into mugs and took them out to the others in the living room. Hong Joong took his mug in his hands, clasping it joyfully and breathing in the fallish scent with a contented grin.

“I forgot how good this stuff could be,” he sighed.  “I swear I haven’t had this in years and I don’t know why.”

“Mmmm,” Seonghwa hummed happily in agreement. “I am loving this all but I am starting to get tired. I think I am going to have to shower and get ready for bed after this. I am pretty sure that the words are just passing through my brain and leaving no mark at this point.”

“Well we have showers and hot water,” she offered. “We even have a nice bathtub if you want to use it.”

“Oh man, it has been so long since I had a bath,” Seonghwa sighed.

“You and Yeo could, uh, share it,” Yunho suggested. “It’s big enough for two if you want to relax a little before you head to sleep.”

“Really?” Seonghwa sat up straighter and sent a look to his boyfriend. It had been a while since they had a place to relax together that wasn’t one of their dorm rooms when their roommates happened to be out.

“If Mingi and I can fit in it, you two should be just fine.” Yunho chucked. “I’ll show you where it is.”

Seonghwa hopped up, taking Yeosang by the hand, and followed Yunho down the hall. They made their way through the shared bedroom to the master bathroom, candles in hand. Yunho pulled out a couple of towels for them and showed them where they kept the bath bombs and scented oils they used in the bath. They thanked him for the help and for the accommodations and let him go on his way. Seonghwa started the bath while Yeosang got their toothbrushes and pajamas from their room for them to change into when they were clean and ready to go to sleep.

The candle light danced off the pale tiles and glinted off the chrome fixtures. The room was warm and cozy as snow fell outside the small distorted window high up on one wall. The sill had a growing line of snow that was building on it as it continued to fall, deafening the world around them. 

Seonghwa stripped his clothes off and slipped into the warm water he had scented with rose. The steam rose from the surface of the water, wafting the scent into the air with it. He shut off the water just before Yeosang returned, clothes and toiletries tucked under his arm. 

“Getting started without me,” he tsked, setting them down on the counter by the sink.

“Just making sure it is perfect,” Seonghwa retorted, sending him a tempting smile. He slid himself under the water, dampening his hair and face in the warm water. He stretched out his hand to his boyfriend, inviting him in with a hungry look through his damp eyelashes. “Come in, the water is fine.”

Yeosang smiled down at him as his hands went to the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it off over his head. Seonghwa bit his lip as he looked at the smooth stretch of skin he exposed in the flickering light of the room. He could never get enough of him. His slim, muscular body, the soft ripple of his abs that ended in the softest wisp of a happy trail.

Yeosang loved the feel of Hwa’s eyes on him as he undressed. The way he looked at him made him feel like the sexist thing on the planet. There was always a fire in them; an unsated thirst. He loved it, so he took his time as he slowly unfastened the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. His eyes watched the flash of emotions that crossed Seonghwa’s face as he languidly slid his pants and underwear past his hips and thighs before letting them drop and stepping out of them.

He walked over to the tub and slid into the water, sitting himself on Seonghwa’s waiting lap, looping his arms around his boyfriend's broad shoulders. The water lapped lightly around their chests, filling the near silence of the room. Yeosang let his gaze meet Seonghwa’s with an unbroken intensity, not needing words to tell him how much he wanted him.

Seonghwa leaned forward letting his hands reach up from behind to hold Yeosang’s shoulders as he pressed a kiss to his chest. His lips brushed along the soft skin, feeling their way over the lean muscles of his pecs and up to his collarbone.

“It’s been too long,” Seonghwa whispered against him as Yeosang let his head fall back, allowing his lover more access.

“It’s only been a week,” Yeosang gave a breathy chuckle as he felt the other boy’s lips follow the line of his pulse up the side of his neck.

“That doesn’t count,” Seonghwa protested, one hand traveling up to tangle in the soft blond locks of Yeosang’s hair.

“Oh?” He asked breathlessly.

“Sneaking something in during the twenty minutes it takes for Hongjoong to go get something to eat from downstairs definitely doesn’t count,” Seonghwa clarified sternly, before nipping the soft skin just below Yeosang’s ear.

“I thought you liked the thrill of maybe getting caught,” Yeosang teased. “The possibility of someone seeing you fall apart with just my hand down your pants.”

“Maybe a little,” Seonghwa admitted, his lips quirking into a half smile. “But how could I have said no with all that teasing you were doing all day. Sitting in my lap and grinding your wonderful little ass on me every time you knew someone wouldn’t catch you. Ugh, tease.”

“Like you were any better,” Yeosang pointed out, his hands moving to splay over Seonghwa’s chest. “Slipping your hand in my pocket. You knew that hole was there before you did it, too.”

“That will teach you to put off fixing holes in your clothes,” Seonghwa laughed before bringing Yeosangs lips down to his. Their kiss began as a slow, sensual exploration of their mouths that slowly became more heated as Yeosang pressed Hwa’s head back. He raised himself slightly onto his knees until he loomed over him, leaving Seonghwa breathless and at his mercy.

Yeosang pulled back from the kiss and looked down at the wanton face of his boyfriend. He loved seeing him like this. His assertion that what they had gotten in last week ‘didn’t count’ was pretty fair he decided. A quick shared handjob they could sneak in with the risk of getting caught might be fun, but he loved to see the pleasure dazed face he could bring to him even before he really touched him. He loved taking his time with him, tasting the saltiness of his skin and the sweet flavor of his lips.

“Can I make love to you tonight?” Yeosang asked, kissing his way across Seonghwa’s beautifully high cheekbones.

“Make love to me now,” Seonghwa urged.

“Here?” Yeosang gave a low chuckle. “In someone else’s bathroom?”

“Turnabout is fair play,” He snorted, thinking of the first time he had met those three.

“Mmmm, true,” Yeo admitted, letting one hand sink down to brush the pad of his thumb over the tip of Hwa’s growing erection. “Switch places with me?”

“Sure,” Seonghwa nodded and twisted himself to allow Yeo to sit with his back against the edge of the tub and move him into his lap. Hwa felt his boyfriend’s erection brush against his inner thigh as they switched places, sending a shiver through him. He loved when Yeo was inside him as much as he loved the times the roles were reversed. When he was in his lap, he could look down at that beautifully sculpted face with it’s perfectly symmetrical features. He would never get tired of those warm eyes looking up at him.

Hwa brought his face down to Yeo as he felt the other boy's hands slowly make their way down along his back to the curve of his ass. His fingers brushed over the muscles there, enjoying their softness as he gave them a quick squeeze. With excruciating slowness, he moved the tip on one finger to brush over the pucker of muscle nestled between the soft cheeks.

Hwa let out a sigh and ground himself forward at the sensation of the tentative touch. He knew it wasn’t reluctance that slowed the touch of his lover, but the enjoyment he got from drawing out the moment; from the pleasure he caused with his teasing. When they had the time, there was nothing Yeosang loved more than bringing Hwa near to tears with his teasing before he would take him; waiting for that moment of desperation at his teasing before he would do as he asked. Seeing the hunger and desire twist his features into a mask of craving always gave Yeosang that pang of power and pleasure.

“Tell me how much you want me,” Yeo prompted, massaging Hwa’s entrance as he did.

“I need you in me tonight,” Hwa obliged, letting his desire be on full display as he spoke. “I need this moment this week. It’s been so hard and I just want a moment that is just you and just me.”

“I wish I could always take you into my arms like this,” Yeosang admitted as Hwa leaned in to brush his lips over his forehead. “I want to hold you as we go to sleep every night.”

“If only one of us didn’t have a roommate,” Hwa lamented with a sigh. Much as he loved Hong Joong as a friend, lately he had been wanting more space. He wanted privacy and the freedom to do what he wanted, when he wanted.

“Maybe next year we can get our own place, like this one,” Yeosang proposed as he finally pushed one finger inside.

“You want to live with me?” Hwa gave a shuddering sigh and let his head fall slightly back at the sensation.

“Yeah, I want to be with you more,” Yeosang conceded. “I’d love to be with you every night and make love to you in the morning.”

“That sounds like heaven,” Hwa smiled and pressed his lips to Yeosangs.

“Is that a yes,” Yeo questioned, broadening the circles he was making as he worked Hwa’s body open for his entry.

“Yes,” Seonghwa nodded, cupping Yeosangs cheeks in his wet hands and kissing him more deeply. Their tongues battled slowly as Yeosang worked another finger in, then scissored gently to make sure his lover's body was ready for him. 

When Hwa whined with need, Yeosang finally sunk down slightly more in the water and positioned himself to enter Hwa. He let the other boy work himself down his length, going as fast or as slow as he wanted as he took him in. When he was finally all the way down, Hwa let out a breath he had been holding, relishing the sensation of Yeo so deep inside him.

“Fuck, you always feel so good around me,” Yeosang groaned, his hands coming to grip the other boy’s narrow hips.

“I love the way you fill me,” Hwa returned, gripping the sides of the tub for leverage as he prepared to move. He threw his head back and arched as he slowly began to move himself up and down. Yeosang could only admire the smooth, broad expanse of his lover's chest as he moved. In the candlelight he looked divine, droplets of water sparkling over his skin as they dripped down its smoothness. 

“Have I told you today that you are beautiful?” Yeo breathed quietly.

“Next to you, I hardly compare,” Seonghwa leaned in to press his forehead to the other boys, slightly increasing his speed as he moved himself up and down his length. Yeosang’s hand went to encircle the turgid length of Hwa’s erection wanting to bring him as much pleasure as he could.

Hwa’s movements stuttered at the increased sensation, he shuddered and let out a little moan. “Do you think you’ll last longer than me if you do that,” He challenged, his eyes locking on Yeo’s hungrily as he continued to move.

“Yeah I think you’ll come first,” Yeo set his chin with an angle of defiance as he looked up a Hwa with hooded eyes.

“I guess we’ll have to see, won’t we,” Hwa breathed, moving faster and taking him as deeply as he could. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing and the sloshing of the water around them. It was a battle of wills between them and there would be no losers. They both threw themselves into the sensations of pleasure, both the giving and the taking. For the moment there was no one else, nothing else. They were the pleasure and the tension itself.

“I think you’re going to win,” Hwa shuddered, his knuckles going white with the strength of his grip on the curved edges of the tub.

“Then cum for me,” Yeosang demanded with a soft confidence as he expertly moved his hand over Hwa in the way he knew he loved. He watched Hwa’s face with rapt attention as his face and body contorted with the almost painful rise of pleasure he was riding. When his orgasm hit, he paused in his movements, half collapsing forward as his arms and legs quivered from pleasure and exertion. He let out a broken moan, his head lolling forward as he lost himself in the sensation and burst of peaceful satisfaction that filled him up as it passed.

“Can I…” Yeosang asked for permission to move. Seonghwa nodded and braced himself as he tried to catch his breath. Yeo gripped his hips harder and thrust himself up into Hwa as his muscles fluttered around him. He was close and it had been a near race to their finish. It only took a few minutes of his enthusiastic thrusts for him to find his own pleasure, emptying himself into Hwa’s body, loving the way it held him in its warm depths as waves of pleasure rode him.

Seonghwa pressed his lips to the corner of Yeosang’s mouth as he panted, lying limp in the bath beneath him. He looked so beautiful, damp and exhausted by pleasure.

“We definitely need a place with a bathtub.” Seonghwa said as he held Yeo’s face between his hands, his thumbs stroking his cheekbones, leaving droplets of water in their wake.

“Liked this that much, did you,” Yeosang let out a tired scoff and cracked one eye open.

“If I had known you looked this good wet,” Seonghwa joked. “I would have gotten you into a shower or tub months ago.”

“See, you promise that now,” Yeosang gave a dramatic sigh, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “But watch us move in together and have you get bored of me since you can have me anytime you want.”

“Please,” Seonghwa scoffed, and smacked Yeosang’s chest lightly. “As if I would be so fickle.”

“Promise?” Yeosang smiled up at him, pushing a lock of hair off the other boy’s forehead.

“Cross my heart,” he captured the hand as it was pulling away and pressed a kiss to the palm.

They stayed sitting in the cooling water for another couple of moments before Hwa felt strong enough, in both body and spirit, to lift himself off of Yeosang. They both shivered as they finally separated, Hwa giving an unsteady giggle at the sensation. He was able to get himself out of the water, pulling one of the towels off the rack and wrapping it around himself. Yeosang followed, taking the other towel before he pulled the plug on the drain, allowing the water to slowly be siphoned away.

“I think we were a little vigorous,” Seonghwa laughed, feeling the slight puddle on the tiles under their feet.

“Too much water,” Yeosang agreed, dropping the towel he had used on the floor to soak up the water now that he was mostly dry. Seonghwa pulled his pajamas on and hung up his towel to dry and Yeosang did the same when he was satisfied with his sopping up of their little puddle. They brushed their teeth and gathered their dirty clothes under their arms, ready to go to sleep.

They made their way out to the living room, after dropping their things in the room on the way, and bid everyone good night after getting glasses of water from the kitchen. Sex could be very thirsty work. Hand in hand, they padded back down the hall to the room they would occupy during their stay. Crawling in under the covers, Seonghwa curled around the body of the other boy, happily tucking himself along Yeosang from the back.

“Whose room is this, anyway?” Yeosang asked as he laced his fingers with Seonghwa’s where they held him around the waist.

“Mingi’s I think,” Seonghwa replied.

“How many nights do you think he has actually spent in here,” humor danced in Yeosang’s voice as he asked the question.

“Not many,” Seonghwa admitted with a laugh.

“Lucky guy, isn’t he?” Yeosang observed as he closed his eyes with a yawn.

“Not as lucky as me,” Seonghwa muttered as he buried his nose in Yeosang’s neck. Sleep claimed them quickly as the rest of the house also moved to settle in for the night. Outside snow continued to fall, but inside the house was warm and cozy with each room filled with love and contentment. 

[queenmylovely]

High Infidelity II

Summary: Ben hardy x fem!reader. Ben returns and you have to make a decision.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: cussing, some angst, smut (protected sex, fingering, etc.) (18+!! marked with ***)

A/N: Alright, here we have the second part of this series and I do wanna say that there is, barring any over-writing, there is only one part left. This part shows more of reader’s relationship with Ben and develops things. I really tried to show reader’s thought process and emotions and think I was able to get that through, but I’d love to hear your opinion as well so please leave some feedback in the form of tags, replies, asks, or messages, because I really do love hearing from you!

Part I, Masterlist; BLM Resources

(he’s pretty, gif by @mrbenhardys​)

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Over the next two days, you still felt horrible. It was the weekend, so at least you didn’t have to deal with the first onslaught of guilt while at work, but that didn’t stop you from feeling it. Ben tried to call and facetime you a couple more times, but, again, you declined with whatever excuse you could think up, knowing your mistake would be written all over your face if you did pick up. Ben didn’t reply to your excuses, instead texting that he’ll just tell you when he sees you.

Since you knew that wouldn’t be for multiple weeks, you’re sure you’d work out what to do by then. The main dilemma, of course, was whether to tell him what you had done. A lie certainly didn’t feel like a good idea, but you didn’t see how the truth would help in this situation. You knew you would never do the same thing again. You loved Ben, you didn’t want to hurt him by telling him what happened. But lying would mean that it would always be on your mind, and you would have to be careful not to let it slip, which seemed impossible. And Ben had put such an emphasis on honesty when the two of you first became serious.

Thinking back to those conversations that had been a little awkward at first but ultimately necessary, you couldn’t believe it was really going to be three years in just five days. Then your stomach sunk and you couldn’t help but start to get mad Ben wasn’t going to be here for it. The irrational and prideful part of yourself questioned why you were feeling so terrible about what you had done when Ben had been so absent for so long and was missing this big marker for your relationship. You spent about an hour pacing around your room and working yourself up to being furious with him again and were getting close to knocking back a couple drinks and--

Your phone rang and you looked down to see it was Ben. Letting it ring out, you picked it up when it was done to send an excuse. But it was open to your recents and you saw Ben’s name with the little blue heart next to it. And next to it was (5). As in, five missed calls from him in a row, and that was only from the past three days. If you hadn’t received any calls from your mom, boss, best friend, or spam callers, the number would have been closer to two dozen over the past two weeks.

A pang went through your heart and you realized he was still trying and here you were, doing what you did and ignoring his calls. You sat down where you were on the rug beside your bed and put your head between your knees. Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm the rush and swell of emotions that seemed to be fighting for front and center in your head. Guilt, anger, and most of all, disappointment in both yourself and Ben, crowded your mind and threatened to overwhelm when suddenly you heard the sound of a door opening.

Your head shot up and you listened closer, realizing it was your front door. Although you knew that only one other person had the key, you were still confused as you rushed to get up and go down the hallway to the living room the front door opened into.

And there he was, setting down a duffel bag and backpack, sliding down the handle of the suitcase. Ben. He looked painfully good for having just got off a long plane ride, in his grey joggers and sweatshirt and messy hair with sunglasses pushed to the crown of his head. Your breath hitched looking at him, and that’s when Ben realized you were in the room and looked up, tired face still turning into a look of relief at being home despite the recent unease in your relationship.

The look broke your heart and rid you of any restraint; you rushed forward into his already opening arms and just felt him around you. Tears filled your eyes and fell down your face when you squeezed them shut, wanting to ignore everything but Ben in that moment. After a minute, he pulled back, using his thumbs to gently wipe the tears.

“I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart,” Ben said, a hint of a troubled look on his face.

“I missed you too, so much, Ben,” you replied and Ben’s worry was visibly eased. He brought you back to him and kissed you sweetly, softly, but for only a moment.

“I want to apologize. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been more available to you,” he started.

“Wait, how are you here right now? I thought you were going to be on set for another month,” you pointed out.

“We drove like four hours away to find the weather we needed because the budget was apparently getting too tight to wait,” Ben explained and you nodded in understanding.

Ben led you over to the couch, holding your hands in his as he continued, “But I know that I need to prioritize our communication and make time for us to talk, whether it’s in person or over the phone. And I need to check in with you and really make sure you’re okay, not only wait for you to tell me what’s wrong. I’m sorry I haven’t done that in the past.”

Looking at you so earnestly, you could tell that Ben meant what he said and he would really try in the future to be better. So you decided to do the same, and it’s easy to forgive him for poor communication when you know what you’ve done.

“Thank you, Ben. I’m sorry too, I also need to work on my communication because I think about stuff on my own and feel like I’ve expressed it when I actually haven’t. I know that your career is important and I’m so proud of you for all you do. I know I can support you more and put up with just seeing your face over a screen for a couple months at a time in order to do so,” you smiled at Ben assuringly and he grinned back, his happiness filling you with warmth from inside out.

“I love you,” he told you, leaning close.

“I love you too,” you replied before pressing your lips to his.

Ben sighed into the kiss happily and you sighed too, in relief. The two of you had gotten over your fight, and Ben was going to be in town for your anniversary; there was no point in breaking his heart with what you had done when you had the rest of your lives together to make up for it.

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A workweek of trying to push any lingering guilt from your mind, and Friday was upon you. Ben had made reservations at one of your favorite restaurants at 8:00pm, so you had more than enough time to go home and get ready.

Opening the door of the apartment, you found it completely spotless, practically cleaner than it had been before the two of you moved in. Everything was in its place and your favorite candle was burning on the coffee table a safe distance away from a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Ben had been doing things like this all week, trying to be the best boyfriend he could be. He cooked all but two of your meals together, and the other two were your favorite kinds of takeout. Then he did the dishes and would’ve done the laundry if you hadn’t ordered him away. It made your stomach turn with shame and you wouldn’t have let him do any of it, but it made him so happy and you figured you could deal with the feeling for him.

“Ben?” you called out, not hearing him anywhere.

“In here,” he called from the office that you shared. You walked in and he turned around in the office chair to smile at you. “How do you like the apartment?”

“It’s great and the flowers are really lovely, but you don’t need to keep doing all this stuff. We’re supposed to have a partnership, let me do some of the work,” you reminded him before giving him a chaste kiss.

“Well I just kinda still feel bad about everything,” he replied, holding your hand where it was on his shoulder.

You lifted it and pressed it to his cheek instead with a small sigh, “You shouldn’t.”

Ben turned his head to the side and kissed your palm, the move making your heart ache. “I’ve got that video meeting in a few but it’ll be done by 6:45.”

Nodding as he let your hand go, you backed out of the room and he watched you until you got to the doorway. He turned around and started typing a few things and you stared for a  minute, unsure of what exactly you had done to deserve him and all too aware of what you had done not to. Closing the door almost all the way, you went to your bedroom and started looking through your closet for the outfit you wanted. Finding it, you took it into the en suite with you, hanging it up on the back of the door for a bit of a steam before you undressed and got into the shower.

Washing your body, your fingers grazed over the last greenish-yellow hints of a bruise on your waist. You hadn’t noticed it right away, but Ben had, the morning after he had returned home.

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The two of you were getting ready for the day, and when you took off your pajamas, Ben asked, “Where did you get that?”

You didn’t even know what he was talking about and asked, “What?”

He came over to you and ran his fingers carefully over the bruise that was a little smaller than a large coin, more of an oval shape than a perfect circle. “This, is it sore?”

“Oh,” you said quietly, heart racing and hoping it wasn’t loud enough for Ben to hear as you thought up an excuse. “I ran into a filing cabinet at work because I was looking at my phone.”

Ben chuckled and he said good-naturedly, “You know I always say that you’ve got to watch where you’re going.”

“You do,” you said with a small smile and Ben kissed your forehead before going back to getting ready.

And while you felt relief that Ben had accepted the excuse no matter how much it looked like the shape of a thumb. But you couldn’t escape the gnawing feeling in your gut at what it actually was: a lie.

Over time, hiding your secret became your priority, not your relationship, not Ben, not the upcoming anniversary, and certainly not yourself. You were always on the lookout for the next reason you would have to lie, and there was no shortage. Ben hadn’t suspected anything; it wasn’t in his realm of possibilities. But multiple times a day something would come up where lying was a necessity.

On Tuesday when the two of you were cuddling on the couch after dinner, he asked what you had done on Friday, just making conversation, and you paused before saying that you had just had a drink at home and watched tv. You were glad that you had separate bank accounts so he couldn’t see the charge for the uber or drink at the pub.

Wednesday was worse. You were tidying up in the living room when Ben came home from an audition and went into the bedroom to change out of his nice clothes.

“What’s this lighter?” you heard him call from the bedroom and you panicked quietly. There was only one actual answer as to how it had gotten there but when he walked in the room with it in his hand, you gave him a different one.

“Oh I got that last time I was at the corner store for my candles cause I had misplaced my other one. Where did you find it?” you said nonchalantly, taking it in your hands and flicking it on once. Luckily it was just a cheap butane lighter that was made out of black plastic.

“It was on the floor just under my side of the bed,” Ben explained.

“Must’ve fallen out of my pocket. I totally forgot about it because I found the other one,” you said with a shrug and then the subject was dropped as Ben pulled you down with him on the couch, taking the lighter from your hands and tossing it on the coffee table.

Thursday really made you think about how you got so good at lying. You didn’t know why at the time (though you now figured it was so he could change them when he cleaned the entire flat), but Ben had asked where the other set of sheets were.

After you had showered that night, you had noticed that the sheets were sweaty, smelled like that guy, and even had some… evidence of his contributions on them and had decided to cut your losses and just throw them away.

“I was eating in bed a while ago and spilled spaghetti. I thought we need new ones anyway so I just threw them away,” you told him with a sheepish smile.

“You were eating spaghetti in bed?” Ben asked incredulously and you knew he was at least half-teasing.

“I was feeling incredibly lazy. Don’t worry, I’ve learned my lesson. Food only above the covers from now on,” you responded and Ben nodded, laughing and pulling you to him.

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Showering, dressing, makeup, and hair done, you were ready around when Ben was done with his call, with plenty of time before you had to leave. So you decided to watch Ben get ready and help when wanted. He took you up on that with his hair, unable to get it exactly how he wanted in the back. Watching him put on his suit, even though it was one of his more casual ones without a tie, you found yourself biting your lip and thinking about just how good he looked in it.

Maybe tonight’s the night, you thought. The two of you hadn’t had sex since he had been back, a little too tentative in the newly repaired relationship to go pushing each other too quickly. Plus, Ben was just getting over his jetlag and had been going to bed around 9:00pm every night.

When he was ready, you shared a quick kiss before you grabbed your things and headed out.

The table was ready for you when you got there and you smiled at Ben once you were sat down, picking up the menus to look over the drinks. By the time the drinks and food had arrived, you were well into comfortable conversation, talking about whatever came to mind.

“I wonder if the match tomorrow will be a good one. I missed it last week,” Ben commented before taking a big bite of his pasta.

You took a sip of your drink before replying, “I heard that last week’s was boring.”

Ben looked at you quizzically, “Where’d you hear that? I thought you didn’t associate with anyone that watches football. Thought i was the exception.”

This time your stomach didn’t even drop, your heartrate didn’t even increase as you thought up an answer, “Oh someone from school posted on instagram about it.”

Ben nodded and the conversation turned to something else. As Ben was talking, you thought about the last week. Considering all that had happened without Ben ever finding out what you did, you were confident that you could keep this up and were relieved by the realization. Your relationship would stay intact, and honestly you didn’t even feel very bad about the excuses anymore, because you knew they were necessary to stay with Ben and keep him happy.

The two of you finished dinner and shared dessert before leaving the restaurant. Ben drove home and there was a palpable tension in the air, the good kind where your senses were on fire waiting for when you could touch him.

A quick rush to the apartment later and the two of you were giddily making your way to your bedroom. Ben closed the door behind you and then brought his hands to your hips, pulling you close to him. Your hands came to rest on his chest and you leaned up as he leaned down, bringing your lips together in a soft kiss. It made you feel secure and safe, knowing that Ben loved and wanted you.

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Ben deepened the kiss with his tongue against yours, still slow but just as passionate. You pushed his jacket off of his shoulders and he let it fall to the floor. Then you ran your hands from his chest to his abs, feeling his muscles through his shirt with a smile that made you break the kiss. Turning around, you moved your hair to the side so Ben could unzip your dress. You let that fall too, and then the two of you were kicking off your shoes, sharing a laugh.

As evidence of how well he listened to you, Ben didn’t try to take off his own clothes yet. You grabbed his hand and guided him to sit at the headboard, legs out in front of him. Then you straddled his lap and kissed him again. One of his hands tangled in your hair, the other on your waist to keep you close.

Your hands went to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them one at a time. After the second one you broke the kiss and started kissing the bare skin exposed by your hands. Before the last two, you brought your mouth to his again, undoing them and then helping him take the shirt off without breaking the kiss.

Running your hands from his chest to his abs again, this time you appreciated the bare skin and lightly dragged your nails over it. Ben pulled back to breathe in sharply and you took the opportunity to kiss down his jaw to his neck. As you kissed and sucked, trying to locate his sweet spot after all that time apart, your hands dropped to undo his belt buckle and then the button and zipper. One of your hands reached under the waistband of his trousers to palm his hardening length over his underwear. You felt Ben’s moan with your lips on his neck and smiled, bringing your hand back to your side. Then you took his pants and underwear down with his help. When they’re off, you reached back and undid your bra, tossing it to the floor and then getting up from the bed.

You slid your underwear down your legs, stepping out of them as you watched Ben watching you. Then you got on the bed next to him and he turned on his side, bringing his hands to your face to kiss you. One hand on his chest, the other in his hair, you enjoyed the moment, enjoyed not rushing, just being together. Ben’s hands glided from your face to your breasts to your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

Completely relaxed, it took you by surprise when Ben moved your bodies until you’re laying on your back and he’s on top of you. You laughed into his mouth and he smiled quickly before kissing your jaw, taking the same route you had on him just minutes ago. And just like yours, his hand slipped lower, in between your thighs.

A finger ran through your folds from your entrance to your clit. It felt good already and you sighed slowly, tightening your grip in his hair. Ben’s middle finger slowly pressed into you and his thumb found your clit, a moan escaping you as the two worked together. You spread your legs and after a little bit, Ben added his ring finger and a small gasp left you. You knew Ben was trying to help you get ready for him, as well as just make you feel good, but it’s not as necessary as he might think, so when you felt the first stirrings of your high building, you decided you’d rather just have him inside of you.

“Ben, Ben, I’m ready, want you,” you said, using your hand in his hair to pull him back from your neck.

“Yeah?” he asked softly before pressing an equally soft kiss to your lips.

You looked at him, so in love, and nodded, a small smile gracing your features. Ben smiled back and then leaned as far as he could to his side of the bed, reaching into his bedside table for a condom. A small part of you winced but you suppressed it, grabbing the packet from him and then rolling the condom onto his dick. You gave it a couple slow pumps and Ben made a sound in the back of his throat.

He brushed your hand away softly, grabbing his dick in his own hand and then situating his body over yours. As he lined his cock up with your entrance, you wrapped your legs around him and then he pushed into you slowly and firmly, a satisfied sigh leaving you both. Ben’s mouth returned to your neck for a few kisses while you adjusted.

Ben pulled out and pushed back in, going slow and deep, letting both of you feel every single movement. You knew it would take you longer, but you didn’t say anything. It helped that you knew Ben would always take care of you.

Over time, your pleasure built, and the sounds that Ben was making were only adding to that.

“Fuck, Ben,” you moaned and he lifted his head from your neck.

“Does that feel good?” Ben asked, biting his lip as he saw the desire in your eyes.

Your eyes drifted to his lips and your brows furrowed, “Yeah-- oh, oh--” your response was cut off when one of his hands slipped between you and started rubbing your clit again.

Pulling him down to you, you kissed him and while it was interrupted occasionally by both of your moans, it was worth it. The pleasure was starting to fill your head like a fog and you once again tightened your grip in Ben’s hair.

“I’m- oh fuck- I’m close,” Ben warned. “Are you?”

“Mhmmm, so close,” you replied and within seconds, Ben’s hips sped up just a little and that was enough to set you off, making you come with a strained moan. Your pussy clenched around Ben and that was all he needed, his high moan sending another bolt of pleasure through you even as your high seemed all consuming.

Ben rode you through your highs, only stopping when you let your legs down from around him. Laying on top of you carefully, he nuzzled into your neck and you started playing with his hair as your breathing evened out.

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“Oh I missed this, missed you,” Ben said with a breathy laugh and you joined in.

“Me too, fuck, me too,” you returned, and though it was true, what you were feeling was more complicated than that. But then Ben pressed a kiss to the side of your neck and you felt the trouble wash away as you smiled.

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[ikenbar]

Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice CH5 PT2

Warnings: Some swearing but like Ike is having a hard day so give her a break, talk of strippers and bikinis but it is literally just talk, some angst, the tiniest pinch of fluff, anger, hate, disputes between sisters, near death experiences and cLiFfHaNgErS!!!! :D

Also! This part is dedicated to one of my favorite teachers ever. Hats off to you Senior Olson... you got featured in a fanfiction... I know this must be the most riveting part of your entire teaching career...

(Chapter Five (Kiro and Youran) Prologue and part one can be found here~)

((Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))

Chapter Five:

Part two:

I ran up the steps to the school in aggravation. My driver and I had been sitting in traffic for twenty minutes, killing all my time and patience slowly and painfully. I threw open the doors to the school and immediately locked eyes with Adri, who was slouching in one of the chairs just outside of Mr. Olson’s office. She sat up quickly in her chair.

“Oh thank goodness they called you!” She smiled, “I was afraid they’d call-”

“Zip it!” I snapped, taking Adri aback, “Need I remind you that you’ve been suspended?! Just because Bart or Maria didn’t pick you up, doesn't mean you have gotten off scot-free, lady.” Adri’s once excited face grew pale. Someone opened the door to the principal's office. 

Out stepped a tall man in his late sixties. With his back arched and his cane in his hand, he walked with a limp that screamed intimidation. His hair was receding and graying but most of the grey was centered on the bushy beard he brandished like a Norse god. Mr. Olson was a man that showed his years, but his eyes were still lit with the same fire that his younger self held. Even if they were hidden behind his thick, oval glasses.

“I thought I heard you out here.” Mr. Olson smiled at me, “It’s good to see you again Ike.”

“Sir.” Though I spoke impatiently, I still bowed with respect, “Listen, I would love to sit and talk but I’m running late for a shoot for a show. Is there any way we can speed this up?”

“Oof.” Mr. Olson chuckled and turned to Adri, “You chose the wrong day to be suspended.” Mr. Olson looked back at me and gestured into his office, “I just need you to sign some papers for me. Then I can send you on your merry way.” I nodded and followed him into the office, grabbing Adri and pulling her by the collar to follow us. I was handed a small packet of paper by a smiling receptionist as Mr. Olson pulled Adri aside.

My phone buzzed from my pocket. Without looking at the ID, I answered.

 “Speaking.”

“I have a bone to pick with you.” 

It was Bart.

“What?” I moaned as I flipped through the pages of the packet.

“You know the filming studio we rented for the day?”

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you tell me we had changed the location?”

I froze. 

“...what?” I asked through clenched teeth.

“The studio stopped me from going in and said we didn’t have the studio today! Then, when I told him who I was, he told me that we had cancelled our time there! I called the crew and they told me that they got an email that we had changed to a different location! So now, I look like a fool! Why didn’t you tell me we switched studios!?”

“Because I didn’t!” I signed the papers quickly and handed the receptionist the packet, “I have no recollection about sending an email! What studio do we have now?”

“The FASL Studio. On the other side of town. It’s a good thing I decided to come early! The donuts ended up being cold though.”

“OTHER SIDE OF TOWN?!” I roared, despite my calm surroundings, “I’m at the school! I’m going to be late!”

“The school?” Bart asked, suddenly sounding worried, “Why? What happened?!”

“Your new daughter reenacted a scene from a 80s highschool sitcom.” I huffed, holding the bridge of my nose, “Does the cast know about the change?”

“Yeah. They are already here. What do you mean by-”

“I’ll tell you when I get there. I gotta go. Bye.” I quickly hung up and grabbed Adri’s arm. “Sorry, Sir.” I said hurriedly. “I gotta go. I’ll be sure to make sure Adri is doing her work and feeling guilty about what she has done. Goodbye.” I hurried out of the principal’s office. 

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Mr Olson shook his head as the girls left. “Still the same Ike.” He said, turning back into his office.

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I pulled Adri into the car and gave the driver the new address of the studio. “And try to find a way around that traffic.” I huffed, “I’m going to be late as it is.”

“I’m not going home?” Adri asked, stupidly.

“No.” I kept my eyes glued on my phone as I pulled up my email, “We are going to the studio. But you aren’t going to be doing anything but work. Did Mr. Olson give you a packet to work on?”

“Yeah.” Adri hesitated, showing me the large packet in her hand, “It’s just busy work. They don’t even grade me for it.”

“I don’t care.” I stretched my jaw, “You’re doing it.” Adri opened her mouth to protest but closed it as I cursed. In my sent emails was the email Bart was talking about. It talked about moving locations for the day and how I was sorry for the inconvenience it might bring. 

Except I didn’t write it. 

I would have called Bart to tell him. I would have even told the crew in person if I had the chance. 

There was no way I had sent that email. 

I scrolled down to look at the email's information. 

But before I could read it, my phone screen glitched. I growled and hit it. A high pitched noise radiated from my speakers, causing me to yelp and hold the phone away from me as Adri covered her ears.

“Turn it off!!” She called.

“I don’t know how!!” I screamed, jamming the volume down button on the side of the phone. The ringing stopped and the phone’s screen turned white. A cursive black text gradually appeared on the screen.

“Brought to you by your friend, Key”

 Then, the screen went black. Adri and I stared at the phone, trying to process what had just happened. I tried turning the phone back on. 

Nothing. 

I tried holding the power button down.

 Still nothing.

“Oh come ON!” I boomed, pressing the button repeatedly, “You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ve only had this phone for a week! Victor told me it was the best they had! What the hell?!” I growled and threw my phone into my lap. I rested my elbows on my knees and threw my head in my hands. An awkward silence washed over the car.

“... would it help if I said I feel really bad for what I did?” Adri asked timidly.

>>>

I pulled Adri by the wrist as I ran into the studio. We were only a few minutes late thanks to a shortcut past the traffic but I wasn’t taking any chances. I flashed the guard my id card and pushed open the door. People were bustling around the large studio carrying various tools, set pieces, and props. I pushed through the crowd and searched the faces. I spotted Bart speaking to someone by the snack table. He was a young man with beautiful blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a stunning smile.

“Ho thank goodness.” I breathed deeply, “Kiro made it.”

“WHAT!?!” Adri exclaimed from next to me, “KIRO’S-” I tugged at her wrist, quieting her. 

“No.” I hissed, “Not for children who don’t respect the few who don’t get paid nearly enough to deal with their bull.” I flagged down a crew member, “Excuse me. Where are the dressing rooms?” The employee gestured to a wall with multiple doors on it. I thanked him and pulled Adri with me as I walked to them. I opened one and pushed her inside. “Now you’re going to sit in here and work on your packet.” I pointed angrily to her. 

“What?!” Adri scoffed, “I am literally within spitting distance with my idol, and you won’t even let me see him?!”

“No.”

“Why?!”

“You know why!!” I barked, “You started a riot in the middle of class!! I had to be pulled away from an important breakfast to pick you up!”

“What, with the friend you met a week ago?” Adri snapped, “The little producer that is so small even I can-”

“Shut your mouth.” I spoke menacingly through my teeth. The air in the room became tense and strangely cold. Adri stopped talking, “You say anything insulting or degrading about that woman and I swear you'll regret the very second you met me, do I make myself clear?” Adri seemed at the verge of saying something but, in fear of her life, she kept her smart mouth shut. “Now I’m going to go do my work and you’re going to do yours. And you'll do it in this room and silently. End of discussion.” I turned and headed out the door.

“Worst sister ever.” Adri said under her breath.

“Deal with it, princess. This is what happens when you break the rules.” I slammed the door shut with those last words. The entire studio went silent as the bang of the door echoed through the hall. I took a moment to catch my breath. Never had I ever lost my temper like that. Sure, it has been a stressful day but… the moment she brought up Youran… Something in me snapped. Like it was my job to- I shook my head, Now was not the time to be thinking about this kind of thing. I've got shit to do.

I cleared my throat and looked around. My eyes landed on a security guard nearby. “You!” I called, pointing at him. He jumped and came to attention. I pointed to the ground next to me. He quickly walked over to me.

“Yes, mam?” He asked.

“I want you to stand at this door and not let anyone in or out without letting me know first. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mam.” The guard assumed his position at the door. I looked around the still silent studio. “Young!” I walked briskly over to the director, “Fill me in. And make it quick.”

>

“Oh no.” Bart hissed as Young took Ikamara around the studio, “Ike’s in a bad mood.” 

“Ike?” Kiro asked, watching them as well, “Is that the Ike you were talking about? Your other producer?”

“Yup.” Bart sighed, “I was hoping you would catch her on a better day. She is a very kind person, really, but she can sometime be-”

“Why is this not done?!” Ike’s harsh voice carried over the quiet studio, “I’m late once and you guys think it’s time to slack off?!”

Bart leaned close to Kiro and whispered softly to him, “... I know you asked for her specifically, but I would be more than happy to spend the day showing you around if you’d prefer it.”

“Don’t worry.” Kiro smiled sweetly, “I think I can handle it.”

>

I shoved the clipboard back into Young’s arms, “Too much needs to get done in too little time.” I growled, “Quit lollygagging and do your job. I don’t pay you to sit back and do nothing!” Young skulked off, clearly embarrassed. 

“Man!” A familiar voice spoke from next to me, “You really tore into him!” I turned and saw Minor walking to me. He wore a pleasant smile but that vanished when he saw my face. “Something wrong boss?”

“'Something wrong?'” My tone dripped with anger, “You’re twenty minutes late, Minor! I’ve fired for less!”

“S-sorry, boss!” Minor’s tone quickly changed, “I-I went to the wrong location! I didn’t know we had changed studios! Th-then I couldn’t get a hold of you and got stuck in traffic... I promise it won’t happen again!” I glared at Minor. He gulped and bowed deeply. After a moment, I loosened my jaw.

“Don’t worry about it.” I grumbled, rubbing the bridge of my nose to steam my growing headache, “I was late for the same reason. Sorry for snapping. It’s… been a long day.” Minor relaxed and stood up straight again.

“No problem.” He smiled kindly, “It happens! Maybe it’s just in the air. I was told an email went out about the location change? But I didn’t get one. Maybe we were both meant to have a bad day.”

“Right.” I said slowly, “... you have a thing for conspiracies, right, Minor?” 

“Yeah.” Minor chuckled, "You can say that."

“What about hackers? You know anything about them?” 

“Of course!”

“What can you tell me about a hacker named, Key?”

“Key??” Minor asked excitedly, “Man, what don’t I know about them?? Let’s see, well, to start off, they are a white hat hacker. Meaning that what they do what they do ethically.” I huffed and folded my arms. Ethically?? What is so ethical about sending my company on a wild goose chase and killing my phone?! 

Someone tapped my shoulder. I whipped my head around with a glare, only to drop it as my eyes met a familiar ocean of blue.

“Hi!” Kiro smiled kindly, “I’m Kiro. I think you’re the person that’s assigned to help me around the studio today.” I froze and examined his face up close for the first time in weeks.

“... You’re supposed to be in makeup.” I growled, “Where is Gina? Gina!”

“I’ll let you be.” Minor chuckled nervously, backing away from my once again rising, wrothful mood.

I dragged Kiro around the studio, preparing him with makeup and costumes and scripts, giving neither of us a break from the hustle. “Young.” I stopped the stage director and pointed to Kiro, “Get him ready for the first scene.” Young nodded and gestured for Kiro to follow him. I turned and began to walk away

“Give me a second.” Kiro grabbed my arm and held a finger up to the director. He pulled me aside, “Can I ask you a quick question?”

“Is it about the shoot?” I asked seriously.

“...No?” Kiro answered slowly. I opened my mouth to protest, “It’ll be super fast!” Kiro begged, clapping his hands together, “I promise!” I looked at him with an arched eyebrow. He clutched his hands together and brought them up to his mouth, smiling sweetly. I sighed.

“Fine.” I placed the clipboard down and gave him my full attention, “What is it?”

“It’s about the girl that gave you my information.” Kiro asked excitedly, “When will she get here? She said we would be working together today.” 

I froze, my heart sinking to my feet.

Didn’t he recognize my voice? We’ve talked a fair few times. Maybe he forgot what I sounded like… or maybe I had scared him that day with how awful I was treating everyone. Maybe he thought Super Stranger wouldn’t be so hard on her employees. Maybe he didn’t want it to be someone like me… maybe he didn’t want it to be me.

I cleared my throat, “She called and canceled. Something about having something important come up... Sorry.” Kiro’s face fell slightly.

“Oh.” He nodded, still holding a soft smile, “Ok. Thanks!” Kiro forced a larger smile on his face as he walked away from me. I sighed, fighting the lump in my throat. This is why you never meet your idols. 

>>>

Kiro stood on stage for his first scene. I stood next to the camera man, correcting his poor angle. “Ike?” I looked over my shoulder and spotted the costume designer walking over to me with one of the extras dressed as a motorcyclist. “The clasp is stuck on his helmet. I think It’s jammed. Bart said I should go to you?” I took off my blazer and motioned for the extra to come closer to me as the lights in the room dimmed.

“Playback!” Young called through her mega phone, “And… ACTION!” Keeping most of my attention on the extra, I glanced at the stage. Kiro was sitting in a chair by a large desk. He was leaning back, carelessly kicking his feet up onto the table. There was a knocking sound. 

“Come in.” Kiro said, nonchalantly. Even though Kiro was normally so bright, the character he played wasn’t. We had written him to be someone no one would like. Though I was scared Kiro wouldn’t be able to play the character well, his acting was as amazing as ever, stifling any doubt I had. Kiro had this in the bag.

“Dexter Stackman?” The female actor asked as she entered on cue, “The Private investigator?”

“Is that what it says on the door?” Kiro asked.

“Yes?”

“Then you’ve obviously got the wrong person. Try the next room over.”

The crew stifled their laughter. I finally got the clasp undone and helped the extra take the helmet off. “I’ll keep it with me.” I assured the costume designer as she reached to take the helmet, “I think I know how to stop it from doing it again.” She nodded and backed off. I looked at the clasp as I continued to listen to the scene.

“So you're Dexter.” The actress pouted, “I need your help.”

“What help could I give? I’m just some dude sitting at the wrong desk, apparently.”

A creaking noise came from the stage. I looked up. 

“Please, sir. You’re the only one who will listen!”

“Obviously not. Goodbye now!”

I searched the stage carefully with my eyes. Where was that creaking coming from? That’s going to mess with the audio!

“But this case is one you’d be interested in!”

“Does it involve strippers that have had their bikinis stolen?”

“No?”

“Then you’re wrong.”

I huffed and looked up. My breath hitched in my throat. A light swung tediously above the stage. It was rocking unnaturally, almost as if it was about to fall.

I looked straight down from the light. Right under it sat the nonchalant, quipping, boneheaded Dexter, completely unaware of the predicament he was in. 

I threw on the helmet.

“But I-”

“Listen lady,” Kiro stood from his seat and pointed at the actress, “I’ve already told you, I’m not-”

There was a loud snap. Kiro looked above him in time to see the light come hurtling towards his head. I dove into the scene, leaping over the desk and ramming myself into Kiro’s chest, sending us both flying off of the stage. We hit the ground hard as a crash came from behind us. I propped myself up hurriedly to look at Kiro.

“Are you ok?” I asked quickly, inspecting Kiro for any obvious injuries. Nothing was strange except for the rising smile on his face

“Super Stranger!” He threw his arms up in triumph, “I thought you were-” Something clicked on the floor below us. Kiro and I froze. Suddenly, the ground we were laying on flipped backwards, sending Kiro and me into the hole it created. Kiro quickly grabbed onto me tightly as we were launched into darkness.

(Next)

[writingsofmyimagination]

Going Away Present

RM x Reader Smut

Wrote this for a beautiful soul who gifted me with BTS goodies for my birthday :)

Summary:You’re bored and you decide to tease your boyfriend while he’s at work 

Words:2491

Warnings:Smut (Dom Namjoon, use of toys, blindfold, attempted orgasm denial :P, penetration), Swearing

It was midnight and you were wide awake. You were bored. You were alone and there’s only so much you could read of a Kathy Reichs novel. Namjoon was at the studio working on some solo stuff. With the guys on break none of them were at the dorm; well you think Yoongi was in but he pretty much lived in his room or the studio so you may as well be completely on your own even whether he was home or not. The dorm was huge and you just a spec in the large desolate empty space left you feeling even lonelier. You were in full lounge mode, snug fluffy pyjamas; sprawled out on the large L-shaped sofa fit for the kings the boys were. The huge flat screen rolling out the new series of Family Guy in the background, the white hue of the screen seeping into the darkness of the rest of the living room.

-How long you going to be baby-12:01

-Not sure beautiful, what are you still doing up?-12:04

-Couldn’t sleep, I’m bored, it’s so quiet here-12:10

-Anything in particular you’d like me to do about it?-12:12

You couldn’t quite decipher the tone of this message was meant, sarcastic? Cheeky? You went for cheeky

-Maybe a few, but you’re not here to exactly help me :P-12:16

- I’m sorry baby, I know I’ve been neglecting you in that department. I promise when this songs done you can have me for as long as you want-12:18

-When can we do this again?-12:16

You accompanied the message with a video Joon once took from his point of view as you rode his thigh; completely falling apart in front of the circular lens.

Your lips hiked up into a smirk, the teasing mood coming out of nowhere except depravity and boredom.

-          Shit babe! Unnecessary-12:23

-          If you’re not at my studio within 20 minutes I won’t let you cum for a month-12:24

He added in haste after the first one. You knew he’d probably already started the timer the second the two grey ticks went blue.

Shit!

You’d almost forgotten how much he hated being teased, but you were reinvigorated by the thought of what your punishment would now be. You scurried through the dorm chucking on some comfy jeans; skipping the underwear. Your hoody, thankfully was thick enough to camouflage your already perked nipples.

Hair in a scruffy bun, strands straggling to the side tucked behind your ears as you was in a fluster grabbing your keys. It took about 12 minutes to get the studio you did not have time to worry about your appearance.

You drove in autopilot, arriving at your destination with no real recollection of how you even drove their safely.

The security guard cleared you through the door, looking only slightly perplexed as to the purpose of your visit. Poor guy must be sleepy; BigHit now requires a guard anytime the members are in the building. On call security being just another one of the indicators of how successful and huge they’ve become.

Every other step was skipped as you bound yourself up the stairs. 3 minutes left. Your eye caught the glimpse of the dim light coming through the door of Yoongi’s studio

So he wasn’t at the dorm

“I was actually worried you wouldn’t make it” A voice creeped from behind the chair that did not turn to face you.

“You know how I feel about teasing. You’re now not to speak unless spoken to, you’ll do as I say when I say it! And you need to be as quiet as possible, Yoongi’s next door. I’ll gag you if I have to. Understand?”

“Yes”

“Scuse me?” he snapped back

“Yes Sir!”

“Good, now come here” He ordered pushing the chair away from the desk slightly finally angling the chair in your direction.

Shadows still on the wall, originating from the rows of models on the shelving units, two lamps directed at table of mixer and multiple screens flooded with music programs.

“Clothes off”

You shed your clothing with slow teasing movements. He never specified how quickly. He realised this as his impatience swelled through his tired body. Not that he was complaining watching the way your behind shuffled out of the denim.

“Did you want me that badly you left your underwear at home?” Your lips turning up gave the answer before any words left your mouth

“I may have” You teased your bottom lip in between your teeth flashing those innocent eyes you was all too good at. His eyes scoped out the landscape of your skin. With the main lights off the glow set a calm ambience.

“That sounds like past tense to me baby, you must be able to wait then” His words laced with cunning.

Your chest heaved preparing a pout and a protest. His eyes widened and you thought better of it, lungs deflating in defeat.

“Stand against the wall facing me” He indicated the small space in between his desk and the start of one of his shelving units. When you’d done as he’d asked he lent down pulling a bandana from one of his desk draws before his dimple saturated smile disappeared in front of you morphing into a devilish grin signalling the increased likelihood you was about to suffer.

Leaning against the wall, steadying your balance; eyes adjusting to the darkness given by the bandana. The back of your hair slightly pinching at the knot of the makeshift blindfold. Breath hitching when his hand traced round your neck, leaving delicate trails of goose bumps descending down your skin. Your hands stayed obediently by your side; a lesson well learnt. Your shoulders pushed back into the wall; air momentarily escaping your lungs with your hips angling to his palm which was suddenly cupping your core. You could feel the heat from his body lingering centimetres from you. Every fibre wanting to stretch and pull him to you. The last thing you wanted was to be punished for being impatient and greedy.

“Mmm I think you can be wetter for me” he purred, blessing you with a slow kiss at the curve of your neck.

Is he fucking joking? You thought. Only thought! You said nothing. Something cool and rubbery was pressed into your hand. You recognised it almost instantly.

“Don’t cum! That’s only for me today” he warned in a low tone. You felt the air swirl around you. Namjoon leaving you exposed, vulnerable. You heard the puff of the leather as his behind fell back into his chair. You slipped the small oval side of one of your favourite toys inside you. Easily.

Not wet enough my arse

The even smaller oval pad of the toy sat snug to your clit. Your favourite toy yes, also your favourite when Namjoon had the remote control for it.

“Hands behind your back, no touching. Be a good girl, don’t make me tie them”

The sudden intrusion of the music into the room jolted you slightly.

The Weeknd

Of course

You waited patiently; hands behind your back. The pulses started out small, pleasant even, gently buzzing on your clit. Your head rolled against the wall, bliss smile growing on your face. You neglected to care that Joon did not have a lock on his studio door and that Yoongi could walk in at any given second; he’s probably walked in on you in worst positions than this.

“Is that nice baby?”

“More please” you whined lip toyed in between your teeth.

“Seeing as you asked so nicely” he obliged. Your head flung forward, palms bloomed flat and steadied against the wall. The vibrations at your clit and inside ramped up to full torturously quickly. All your muscles from the waist down contracting tightly in just as much shock.

“Joon please” you wailed. He chuckled in a breath, you funnelled your breathing as calmly as you could; fighting every ounce of need to voluntarily contract your muscles.

Asshole

“You wanted more” he chuckled again, finally turning down the vibrations. Your palms laced with sweat. You’d rather them be tracing your own skin; nails lightly indenting across your chest. But you was going to be good and do as you were told. Mostly!

You knew he was low key punishing you for teasing him but you also knew how to get what you wanted much quicker from him. Your breathy whines and moans crept up in volume. You knew he was weak for hearing you and you knew he wouldn’t want Yoongi hearing so this was the best way to get what you wanted. You knew the sigh you heard would have been accompanied by an amused eye roll. A couple of taps of a keyboard, volume of the music grew slightly before the squeak of wheels reached your ears. You held in a wail as the vibrations had ramped up tortuously. Again. Your core tensing around the silicon egg.

“Tell me where your at baby” he whispered at the shell of your ear. His hand precise resting soft at the base of your neck

“Please, I just want to feel you, not this!” you pleaded

“Well you seem to be enjoying it! Or are you just being a brat and moaning louder so I give you what you want?”

“Well?” he added after no response from you, you were concentrating on not coming undone.

“Being a brat” you confessed in a whimper, hoping the confession would at least touch his compassionate side and stop the toy. You whined something that was completely incoherent, his body now pressed to you. He showed mercy and hit the power.

“Thought so” Your lips finally attained some attention, hot desperate attention. You kept your hands at your side until a tap on one of them indicating them free for use. They couldn’t lock and intertwine into the back of his hair any quicker if you tried. You pushed yourself further into the long awaited contact of him against you. The heat precious; absorbing every last second of it.

Joon’s hand soon left your heaving chest to dip between your thighs.

“Well I guess it’s a good thing for you I need you so fuckin bad otherwise your ass would have my handprints all over it”

“I need to have you wrapped around me, begging me to let you cum, would you like that?” He asked against your ear slipping out the toy from you

“Mmm please sir, I’ve missed you” you whined in between breaths, his lips caught against yours. His chest a welcome weight pressured against your own.

“I can tell” satisfied smirk growing as his fingers slid through your folds. Your legs tensing; fingers already stroking your velvet walls. You rewarded him a knee jerk reaction; your grip flew to his shoulders securing yourself. You held your head up as long as you could to keep it from dropping into his neck. Your legs lifting naturally locking up on his waist.

“Noise down” he breathed

“Don’t make me stuff that pretty mouth full of my cock princess”

“Let me cum baby, please I’ll be quiet” you pleaded.

“I don’t think you will be” Joon said knowingly leaving you whimpering as he pulled away you taking those tortuous fingers with him.

“Against my desk baby facing the screen” He’s already closing down windows and opening the camera. Before any protest could leave your lips your hand were gripped, back pushed towards the desk, spun round, legs kicked wider, hair tugged back. Namjoons ears’ a breath away from yours

“We’re going to make me a going away present, okay?” His ‘okay’ was of a rhetorical demand more than a genuine request. Obviously if you had any genuine objection you knew he’d stop.

“Can’t wait sir!” He slid the blindfold off you leaving it dropping it to the floor. You beamed at his reflection in the camera. The crystal clarity of every pixel emphasised the shine of his smile, wicked intent eyes fixed on your lip toyed between your teeth.

“Now I want you to be a good girl and keep eye contact with me, I want your eyes on me when I make you cum”

“Do I have to wait for your permission?” you clarified through a whine as his cock was slicking against your folds.

“I want you begging”

“Fuck Joon” you exhaled, the slow glide was damn near tortuous as he filled you up just how you needed.

“Tell me how good it feels to finally have me inside you” Your hips chased back as he slowly pulled out and going back in at the same god damn frustrating pace. It had you hissing breaths through your teeth. His eyes glistened, dancing and revelling at the struggle; you were fighting to keep your eyes open and on him. The timer of the recording going up in the corner of the screens the blinking red dot next to it.

“I missed how good your cock feels inside me…” your words with met with harder bucks into you, your balance would have been knocked off kilter if his fingers weren’t so indented at your hips. Your hair had fallen over the front of yours shoulder, distorting Joons view of your face. He would not have that. The pleasant sting on your scalp, hair rolled into his fist dragging you onto him harder and deeper. Neck strained, eyes losing the battle to overwhelming bliss, closing in defeat. Something currently Namjoon was letting go while relishing every twitch of your muscles and every staggered whine passing your lips. He couldn’t believe how much he’d missed you that his control was faltering.

“I can’t wait to have this video of you… looking so damn sexy while I fuck you next time I go away” Your mind, preoccupied with each surge of overwhelming bliss from every buck of hips.

“Please can I cum” you pleaded in a breathless whine. With his hand releasing your hair you head fell onto the back of you forearm, all muscle strength redirecting to your legs as well as your core slowly absorbing each turn of the spring.

“Do you think you’ve been good enough for me” The strength and conviction behind his words was waning. He was too lost in you and the moment and he knew it.

“Jesus Christ Joon”

“You’re right I’m sorry, it’s been too long for that” he leaned forward pressing into you just that bit deeper, the extra skin contact spreading the field of goose bumps across your skin. The moment his grip tightened at the base of the back of your neck your eyes screwed together. Your body shook with sweet convulsions. You calling out his name in between your satisfied cries.

“God” was all he managed when his hips started bucking sporadically into you.

He collapsed onto you, refusing to leave you cos he’d missed you so god damn much.

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Pick Me! | Chapter 2

Chapter 1

My mind slow and groggy with sleep gradually turned into the pounding ache of a wine hangover. I gripped the side of the attached upholstered sofa cushion as my stomach lurched and churned with a sudden sickening feeling as consciousness slowly came back to me. I was laying half on, half off the living room sofa still in my disgusting scrubs and an empty bottle of wine wedged between my back and the cushions.

My phone dinged at the same time my iPad lit up with notifications.

“What?” I questioned aloud my eyes going cross with the brightness of the screen before the sinking dread filled me with ice and sudden flashing memory of the night before. “Jesus H Roosevelt Christ!”

I didn’t look at the numerous notification bubbles until I opened the home screen, where an obnoxious red oval told me I had 103 messages.

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ,” I whispered again in astonishment. “Why so many?”

With trepidation, I clicked on the message icon and scrolled through to see just how many people made up the 103 messages. My eyes widened in shock, “FIFTY!”

My hand shook as I clicked on the first message…and then nearly launched the iPad across the room to get the offending thing away from me. The fear of breaking the screen was the only rational thought keeping me from tossing it as yet another grotesque message and an even worse image was in the following five! After the tenth message with nothing but disgusting, thoughtless images and slurs inside I responded.

Hello Red & Black Jack,

Fuck Off. Do the world a favor and hide your tiny gnome dick then go home. 

Hot Shot Lady Doc

I copy and pasted the message and continued to send it to each and every dick pic sent to me, which was an alarming twenty people out of the fifty that sent messages overnight.

Finally, after the multitude of disgusting messages, several vulgar and suggestive message–one of which said “What’s long and hard and full of Seamen?”, there was one person I vaguely remembered sending a message to last night that seemed to have responded.

Hi Hot Shot Lady Doc,

Or may I call you Claire? I am most definitely a real man, I definitely am not one of those people who creep on the internet to prey on women like yourself, and I would love to have coffee with you. I think my time as an army surgeon and your current profession would give us a fantastic base to start on. I’m free any time tomorrow, or this weekend. If you are serious about the meetup please call me at +44 07778 008897.

I look forward to meeting you.

Army Doc, John Grey

My brow furrowed in confusion. “What the fuck did I even say to him?”

I reread his message then anxiously scrolled up to see what prompted his unusual first sentence.

“Oh dear God.” I groaned in horror as ice filled my veins. “Please tell me I didn’t do that.” I closed my eyes but the drunken words were burned into the backs of my eyelids.

Hi Amry Doc!

Are you a real man? OR just one of those crazies who want to kidnap and rape me?

Yuor picture is very cute adn yuor cute and yeah.

We should have coffee!! I love coffee!

I’m sorry I’m a little drunj it’s my bithday!!! Happy lonely Birthday to me!!! My best friend gave me wine and this dating app for agift! She’s nice but I don’t know about it but guess I should give chance. So coffee soon? Please!

Claire

“At least I spelled my name right,” I grumbled and flopped face first onto the leather of the couch. With half of my face still pressed into the couch, I messaged the very kind Army Doc back.

Hi John,

I’m so sorry for my drunk messages last night. Thank you for being kind enough to reply. I don’t know why you did. I know I asked last night, but I’m reaffirming I’d love to get coffee. I’m free this afternoon, it’s my only day off this week from the hospital. Where and when are you available to meet?

Claire

I moved my head back towards the cushion where the stench of the hospital and stale wine mingled with the rich leather. I let out a huff and pushed myself up from the couch, a shower was definitely in order.

The pounding water and fresh steam of the shower helped clear the fog from my head and bring my body back to a semblance of normalcy. In the hour and half, I had spent under the water, two new messages had arrived from the dating site. Still wrapped in a towel, I thumbed through them.

Claire,

Please think nothing of it. If it weren’t for my brother I guarantee I would not have had the nerve to respond to someone like you. I would be honored to meet you in Oxford if that works for you. Would Vaults & Garden off of High Street near All Souls and Radcliffe Square be easy for you to get to around 15:00? I have a noon meeting at All Souls and will be in the area for the full day before driving back to London.

John

My heart picked up a beat and I felt my face flush in excitement as an uncontrollable smile lit up my face.

John,

15:00 at Vaults & Garden would be wonderful. See you there! I’ll be the one in–

I stopped and looked at my wardrobe, debating the possible combinations and hating every single option.

“Get a grip, Beauchamp! It’s only coffee!” I said confidently before blindly reaching for a hanger.

I’ll be the one in green.

Claire

The second message was from one of the original men who I matched with and apparently hadn’t made a fool of myself with.

Hi Hot Shot Lady Doc,

Christ, these dating apps and usernames really make it difficult to take even myself seriously. I’ll start out with my name is Jamie and I’m–

I failed to read the rest of his, what I’m sure was a well thought out message, and snooped on his profile. In the picture, he had on a garish red jumper with giant blue balls knit into it. Did he think this was endearing? I tried to ignore the jumper and focus on his face but found my eyes kept creeping back down to the ridiculous article of clothing.

Seumas Ruadh

Name: James Fraser

Occupation: Wining Fraser - Owner/Distributor

Looking For: Something unseen, yet felt between

Interested In: Women with a kind heart, and sharp mind

“Oh, well now why did you have to go and say something cute Mr. Fraser?” I huffed in mock exasperation scrolling back up to focus on his face. A strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, with a long straight nose let to piercing blue, smiling eyes. Eyes that seemed to smile and be illuminated from behind, made my heart skip a beat and butterflies to flutter in my gut. A tumbling mass of red curls framed his face and the lone stray curl that curved towards his left eye made him even more enticing. I wanted to know this man.

I gazed at his likeness for longer than what would be deemed appropriate, lost in his smile that lit up his entire face, like that moment in time he could not be any happier. “Now I have to go back and read your message, you’re too adorable not to.”

Hi Hot Shot Lady Doc,

Christ, these dating apps and usernames really make it difficult to take even myself seriously. I’ll start out with my name is Jamie and I’m new to this whole online dating experience. I’m 28, no kids, never married. Is that the kind of thing people mention on here? I don’t know. I’m the owner of Wining Fraser, a small wine distribution business based out of Edinburgh. I love what the wine business does. Not only do we get to experience a new world with every company and every bottle, we–I–get to bring joy to people. I suppose that’s why I’m using this insane way of finding a date. I’ve lost myself in my work and figured now was as good a time as any to attempt to find that missing something or I suppose, someone. I do hope you’ll respond back, and I look forward to getting to know you.

Jamie Fraser

I caught myself laughing at his choice and use of words. I feel much the same. Here I sat, 32 barely making enough time to sleep from insane work schedules, failing at anything that required care and attention. I wouldn’t doubt that if I were to buy a houseplant the poor thing would die, not from my lack of a green thumb, but my lack of love to give to it.

After rereading Jamie’s message and began to compose my reply. I caught myself giggling like a schoolgirl, and had to make an effort not to let the butterflies fly away with my words.

Dear Jamie,

Please, just call me Claire.

I understand when you said that work seems to be your entire life. I too am guilty of that very action. My lack of social and romantic life led to my best friend signed me up for this app on my birthday of all days. Sometimes I wonder where time has gone and how at 32, I feel as though I’ve simultaneously been around for much longer and not long enough to know what I’m doing. Have you ever felt as though your life passes you by no matter how hard you try to stop and take a moment to savor it? At first I was wary of even starting this app, and now I don’t want my life to fly by any more than it has without my say so. I want to savor every moment, and sometimes that means taking a risk, like saying hello to a handsome stranger.

I too, look forward to getting to know you, Jamie.

Claire

[artclusters]

Short story under the theme “nature” for a college magazine.

“The meaning”

The boat drifted across the pristine lake, framed by lush earth and lodgepole pine trees in the distance. A sweet damp scent was ever-present and water-lilies lazily floated by. Shams has finished casting with a faint whizz that sliced the air, while Luke adjusted his camera settings. It was mostly quiet, aside from the occasional plops and ripples in the water, the far-off chatter of water-birds and the rustling of dragonflies. All they had to do now was to wait and bask in the radiating warmth from the clear late-morning sky, as Fairuz played tenderly from Luke’s phone…

“Why is fishing so romanticized when it’s actually just ridiculously boring?” Luke piped up, slightly irritated and bouncing his leg.

“Maybe we’ll catch something…until then, RELISH this dude. You’re just upset because you’re not getting instant gratification,” Shams mused.

“Yes. That’s exactly it. You’re right. Okay, I’m trying. I know how much you wanted to visit this park.” It was not unusual for Luke to feel restless whenever he was doing “nothing”. He twiddled his short beard as he tried to hold himself back from checking the line every 30 seconds on-the-dot. He felt that the boat will somehow break and drown them if he doesn’t do so.

Shams moved out of view and sat next to him. Luke carefully held his camera and took a photo, aiming to depict the glimmering silver fishing rod perched against the yellow boat’s edge in the center, the sky-blue lake clinging to the sides and with a tinge of greenery at the corners. He inspected it afterwards for what seemed like an eternity.

“It’s trash.”

“What! Why? Let me see.”

Luke defeatedly passed the camera to him. It was a fairly decent photo, in terms of artistry or aesthetic. The colors complemented each other well and it portrayed a pleasing natural scene.

“It’s nice dude,” Shams said frankly.

“No, it’s not,” Luke stood up and frantically flung his arms and turned in circles. “THIS is nice. EVERYTHING here is nice, VERY nice, but THIS-” he pointed harshly at the camera screen, “THIS is not nice. Do you see my problem? I am unable to CAPTURE the beauty around me! It’s not…right! I am a FAILURE!” He turned away in embarrassment, at both his vulnerable outburst and almost losing his balance.  

“…You’re being hard on yourself again…” Shams handed him back the camera. “Just take other photos, okay?”

After several Fairuz songs, camera clicks and releasing a small gasping trout, they set off to the trees trail.

[---]

They strolled through the path, occasionally stepping on fallen leaves and small pine-cones scattered about, emitting a satisfying crunch. The air was even more refreshing than the previous area, and the crisp fragrance of pine-oil replaced the dampness. This trail was a haven of abundance; white pines, red and white fir and ponderosa flourished all around. The red and yellow sugar and big-leaf maple trees were a splendid interruption to the green palette. Shams (being the enthusiast that he is) learned about all of them; Luke listened intently to his little presentations. Luke would also occasionally go back and forth to retrace his steps whenever he lost count, simultaneously making sure not to step over wooden panels. Shams was used to showing up late with him whenever they went somewhere and planning a route with the least human contact. They took their time - this was a goldmine for a photographer as well. Alas, Luke would pause extensively after every photo, only to sigh, curse and glare.

“I can honestly say I’ve never seen anyone stare so angrily at a camera,” Shams teased, to which Luke retaliated by snapping an off-guard photo of him.

They reached the center of the trail, where brown beckoning giant sequoia trees resided, and a gorgeous meadow clothed the rich soil. Lively song-bird chirps resounded from every tree-top, like an orchestrated melody. Shams did not waste the opportunity to share his knowledge with Luke about them (his favorite is the Steller’s jay).

“…This here is the finest ASMR you can experience dude,” Shams concluded, with a theatrical appraising hand motion. 

Luke wandered off to check out the meadow; it was identical to stepping onto a very soft carpet, and the dense grass brushed against his thin legs. Elegant dandelions and purple cress peeked between the blades in full bloom.

“Shams, aren’t you going to generously tell me about this meadow?” Luke knelt and pointed randomly, “why, I must know the exact conditions this flower will thrive in!”

“Nope, I’m not working for free no more! ... And by the way that’s a spring beauty.” Shams found an empty space and lied down, almost sinking in. He patted the ground motioning for Luke to rest for a bit.

Luke plopped alongside him. Looking up to the giants, it felt like being cradled as wise beings watched over them, holding up the immense sky. He tried to fight off the disturbing thought of being crushed by a swiftly collapsing tree – out of nowhere - and clenched his fists several times. He turned to face Shams, who was gleefully double-checking trivia about the park on his phone. Luke was overcome with a strong - yet familiar – feeling that he couldn’t find the words to describe. He quickly sat up.

“I was joking, you know. I can tell you about the meadow,” Shams said, a little too late.

“No, I’m- I’m good. Do you want to move on?” Luke asked, feeling flustered, and wiped his black flannel and grey Bermuda pants. 

“Sure. Help me up dude,” Shams put away his phone as Luke grabbed his wrists.

They went off for a bathroom break and came across a friendly park ranger clad in teal and beige; she directed them to amateur hikes that provide an elevated view.

[---]

The smooth path ended, and a craggy unruly path began. Luke stopped to drink some water (and snap photos that will end up in self-beratement) while Shams looked at a diagram, absorbing it in his memory. Luke thought of how he always admired his reliability in such matters. To their side was a charming, rocky creek, it’s comforting trickling constant in the background. Pink mountain laurels, white-bark pines and prickly cob-web thistles started to appear as they hiked upwards. They were careful not to trip over thick roots embedded in the moist ground, and to take notice of any wild-life around. Luke regretted his decision to wear rainbow-laced black sneakers just because they match his outfit. Non-threatening hissing, swishing and rushing sounds echoed from every nook and cranny. The afternoon sky was turning slightly darker, and the temperature somewhat colder.

“So, Luke, are you like, thinking of this as a career? Or is it more like a hobby?”

“I mean…maybe? I mean…it could be…I don’t…I don’t know, really.”

“Hm. Well, I don’t want to sound preachy, but I think… once you figure out what photography means to you, your feelings about your work might change…you- you get what I mean?”

“…No, no, yeah, yeah I get it! You don’t sound preachy dude don’t worry…thanks, Shams.”

“Alright, because you don’t have to monetize it or whatever, you can do things just because,” Shams was about to disparage capitalism again but decided to let it go.

They smiled with silent appreciation of their mutual understanding. The conversation bounced from their typical lighthearted stuff, like discussing the inspiring animated French film The Rabbi’s Cat they’ve seen the other day, to more serious venting about their troubles back home.

They eventually reached the top of a rock, mountain hemlocks and foliage sprawling and hanging along the sides. They were welcomed with a stunning vastness of vivid olive-green, blending with the hazy azure horizon of the golden glorious sky. Shams approached the edge while Luke hastily whipped out the tripod (Shams urged him to not rush through it).

Luke tried to sit still and fiddled with his earrings. An intrusive, gory image of carelessly falling and hurting himself played repeatedly in his head.

Shams gently put his arm around him, “I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

Luke hesitated before resting against his shoulder, “I just want to feel good about my work, but I haven’t been able to…for a long time…I don’t know why exactly.”

The breeze caressed them as they idly gazed ahead, anticipating that fiery combination of orange, red and yellow as they collide together, the sun nesting beneath the sparse clouds.

“…You were my first subject, Shams,” Luke recalled suddenly.

“…Huh, yeah, didn’t it take you like ages to settle on a concept?”

“That…does sound like something I would do.”

Shams smiled fondly, “but once we finally started, time just flew by. We were having so much fun. Ah, I looked quite…different back then.”

“…Yeah.” There was that powerful and familiar feeling again, bordering on a pang of nagging longing, the words to phrase it drowned in the back of his mind.

“Hey, I’ll help you set up.”

Luke counted down from 10 seconds and took several shots to construct in a panorama later. Fortunately, there were only a few people around. He attempted to hide his profound, inexplicable disappointment. Maybe he didn’t take it at the perfect moment. Maybe it was too late, or too early, sort of blurry or the angle was marginally off…he can conjure up endless criticisms if he thought about it for too long.

“Let’s go Shams, before it gets too dark.”

They soon packed up and went back using a shortcut to the paved lodges area. The pathway was calmly lit with rose-colored rope lights. They found a wooden bench, with a lime-green recycling bin and an oval table on the sides. The park was much quieter now, save for the movement of other visitors.

“Hey Luke, I’ll go get us drinks. Just um, sit here and look through today’s photos again. I’m sure you’ll find one you like, and we’ll call it a good day!” Shams reassured.

Luke drummed his fingers as he waited. He decided he might as well…

[---]

To Shams, photography simply meant one of the many wonderful ways to spend time with his dearest. Gradually, Luke spiraled with the obsession of honing and perfecting it – it was akin to a curse. Maybe it was the praise and expectations of other people; maybe it was the expectations he set for himself. Maybe it’s his destructive compulsive nature; maybe it’s the post-graduation emptiness. Maybe it’s his over-bearing parents who incessantly mock and belittle anything he enjoys. For whatever reason, Luke would tragically end up consumed by his passions until he has nothing left to give, evolving into loathing and ultimately abandonment.

“Hi there, what can I get you?” the worker cheerfully popped out from the small lodge square window. A sugary, mellow aroma wafted from inside.

Today has been a lovely yet heavy sensory experience for Shams, which gave him a moderate headache from having to process everything at once.

“Hello there…” Shams squinted at their name tag, “…Robin!” 

“Would you like some fresh apple juice?” They looked reminiscent of a brand mascot, wearing big white gloves, navy blue overalls and an oversized cap.

“…Sure. Two, please.” Shams hoped for a moment that they would’ve somehow sensed his worries and gave him advice or some encouraging anecdote that tells him exactly what he needs to hear. Of course, that’s only in fiction, or drama shows like This Is Us, it would be very awkward otherwise.

“Here you go, dear,” they handed him the drinks with a clink.

“Thank you.” He studied the menu, thinking if there’s anything Luke’s unpredictable taste would like. “Um, I’ll just have a popover, for now.” 

[---]

Luke scrolled down to the gallery beginning; he glanced at it with a lack of interest at first, then he realized there are photos he had completely skipped over.

A photo of Shams towards the boat’s edge, pretending to reel in a heavy catch, puffing out his chest and arms with a radiant, hearty smile.

The surprise photo he took of Shams at the tree trail, his huge curly hair a black blur, his endearing, contagious laugh displaying his tooth-gap. His ankh and many colorful stimming necklaces were tangled and swinging.

A photo of Shams looking keenly at the tree-tops, his cartoonish round glasses taking up half of his chubby face. He pushed back his curls and scrunched his bushy eyebrows, immersed in spotting any birds. He was wearing his beige outdoor vest and the Woody Woodpecker t-shirt that Luke gifted him, that has since gotten tighter.

The unrehearsed photo of Shams during their climb, when he interjected in Luke’s low-perspective shot attempt, which they giggled about right after. He was crouched down in his camouflage shorts and black hiking boots, his lone braid dangled over his shoulder, his hands twisted in a spontaneous vogue pose, showing off his purple-painted nails.

A photo of Shams living his intricate fantasy of an explorer; he emulated a triumphant demeanor, one hand on his waist (a rectangular scar on his forearm in view) and the other pensively placed on his chin. His kind hazel eyes glowed with awe and delight, as he contemplated towards nowhere in particular. There was a hint of strain on his serious face, most likely from trying not to laugh and break character. The pre-sunset sky formed a magnificent backdrop against his dark brown skin.

Luke held tightly onto the camera, almost as if it was in threat of suddenly disappearing. These photos (belonging to a bigger unexamined collection) were taken in jest after all- thus unimportant, right? No…these candid photos of Shams ignited beautiful feelings within him, feelings that he was looking for all along in his work, feelings that have continuously lived yearning to be acknowledged, feelings that he cannot begin to explain. But he will try, he had to, he must.

[---]

“Got the drinks!” Shams passed one to him, “oh and…three ice cubes! Just how you like it.” 

Luke absentmindedly set it aside and said nothing.

“Not in the mood for apple?”

“What? No, no, it’s great, Shams, listen,” Luke took a deep breath, “um, remember when you asked me earlier today what photography means to me?”

“Uh-huh, sort of,” Shams uttered between sips. He waved the delicious wrapped popover towards Luke’s face to try it, but he quickly shook his head.

“I don’t know if this is about to be one of my weird confusing ramblings, but I don’t care. Shams, in my pursuit for a pointless and meaningless and subjective notion of perfection I’ve lost track of WHY I enjoy this- why I even DO this in the first place, I mean, how it all started.” He tapped the camera rather forcefully, “this right here was for you and me, US. An…an- an outlet for two outcast high-schoolers, expressing themselves and- and discovering who we were. Shams, in the simplest terms, I…love photography, and what photography is - means - to me is…you.” He looked away, “I’m sorry that I forgot such an important thing, and I’m sorry if I sound like I’ve come across such an obvious epiphany…” He let out a pained chuckle, his cheeks flushed. “I don’t know if I’m making sense…”

Shams took a long sip and stayed quiet for a bit, in case he had something more to say. He knows how Luke agonizes when he loses his train of thought. He reached out his hand and tidied Luke’s bob-cut, his hair that he always ruins with his non-stop gestures.

“I love you too, Luke,” he requited with utmost sincerity.

They smiled. Then they broke into laughs.

Time stood still, a palpable aura of relief and exhilaration embracing them. Cascading shadows of tree leaves swayed gracefully nearby.

“…Hey, is the camera still on?” Shams finally asked.

Luke, still in a daze, checked the battery meter. “Yeah.”

“…Would you join me in one last photo today?”

“…”

[---]

Luke set up the tripod and selected a timed photo with a flash.

10…9…8…7…6

They turned to face each other as they sat back on the bench.

Shams softly placed his hands over Luke’s and leaned closer.

5…4…3…2…1

[End] ---

[writingsofmyimagination]

My Prince

Summary: You couldn’t think of a better surprise for Xmas.

This was part of the BTS Smut Club Secret Santa Project! :) 

It was lots of fun to do something different.

Jimin x Reader One Shot

Words:2578

Warnings:Smut ;P(F&M recieving), Oral Sex, Penetration, Swearing, BDSM, Sub!Jimin, Dom Reader, Breath play.

A/N: This is the first dom reader I’ve done so comments welcome. Have a sub Jungkook fic all finished and on the way soon :)

Happy Reading Army

-          I hate that I couldn’t be with you today princess, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow xxx – 17:45

You smiled lazily before replying

 -          I can’t either baby. Have a safe flight Xxxx – 17:47

It was Christmas day and you’d spent it solo. This was only a minor complaint, Christmas is only special when it’s spent with loved ones; most of which were over 5000miles away. A job offer of a lifetime at the Korean National Contemporary Dance Company had you easily swayed to relocate to Seoul and leave your family and friends back in England. Even your boyfriend wasn’t in the country, he’d be flying back tomorrow. You were currently in a taxi on route to the hotel where they guys would be checking into tomorrow before the end of year awards shows began.

The hotel lobby was in a word luxurious. The light grey breccia marble floor finish along with the matching roman like pillars scattered through the room definitely added class. A chandelier had been proudly hung in the centre of the room to welcome guests with elegance, it was bejewelled with diamond shaped cuts of glass or actual diamond you wouldn’t know the difference. You made your way past the extensive waiting area with neatly placed furniture and halted in front of the receptionist desk placing your handbag on top of your suitcase and fished around for your purse.

“Name please” the receptionist asked pleasantly with a smile to match her tone.

“YL/N” you smiled. The tapping of the keyboard began and stopped almost just as quickly.

“Perfect, ID please” your ID was in front of her before she even finished asking for it.

“Thank you” she said before taking it and running it through the electronic scanner. Writing on a small slip of card before she slipped my ID and the card and key over the desk.

“Room 407, elevators just to your left, enjoy your stay, if you have any requests please just let us know” her face was bright and beamed sincerity. Her brightness was infectious and had you smiling back equally as bright

“Thank you so much”.

 The hallway walls were surprisingly plain apart from in built lights angled both up and down creating light hourglass beams on the walls, the hourglasses illuminating the way down the corridor, the floor still  was mostly covered with a spotless red carpet leaving the marble to only peek out at the sides.

    The door opened with a light click. There was a small hallway as you walked in obscuring any view of the actual room. You removed your shoes immediately, half way down the hall way was a half oval table pressed against the wall. Atop of the table was a small Christmas tree neatly decorated with silver and blue tinsel. There was a folded card next to it addressed to you. Wow this hotel was fancy you thought to yourself. After hooking your leather jacket on a peg you picked up the note.

-          I wasn’t about to let you spend Christmas alone,

-J

                                             Your excitement blossomed from nowhere upon recognising the handwriting. You curiously walked past the hallway and into a room of beauty.

Directly in front of you was a red mahogany writing desk on top of which was a sprinkling of presents; the desk was pushed up to a floor to wall window which carried on for the length of the room apart from a walled section in the middle. A generously large flat screen TV was attached to the walled section, In the right hand corner were two single armchairs patterned in gold on a chocolate brown background with a small table sat in between. Next to the seating the seating area was a door revealing the further rooms you assumed to be the wardrobe and bathroom. What really drew your attention wasn’t the glamour of the room showered with Christmas decorations nor the breath-taking view of Seoul at night with its sea of lights, like glitter thrown across the whole city. The sight of Jimin on his knees facing the bed, in nothing but his black Calvin Klein’s and a black leather chest harness; one which you hadn’t seen before. It was gladiator style with thicker straps resting over his shoulders, at the back it neatly crossed into an x- shape with a large silver O-ring at the crossroads of the central straps. His head was tilted forward, his soft ash blonde hair hanging obscuring his face.

   The battle of lust and awe began raging within you, he was so sweet and had obviously flown back early to spend Christmas night with you but with him so willing to submit and looking like that there was only ever going go to be one victor of that war.

“You do know how to amaze and surprise me Park Jimin” you praised. “So you want to play huh?” you asked, your tone naturally slipping into a dominant tone.

“Yes Noona”

“Well firstly stand up and turn around, I want to see how beautiful you look for me)”

He obediently followed your instructions. The straps ran under his arms over his shoulders and met just below his pecks where there was another ring which joined then and a further piece of leather sat horizontally joining those two O-rings. You bit your bottom bit fully absorbing the view, his eager to please doe eyes, his appetizing pecs and abs and oh my god those thighs.

“Do you like it” he asked shyly waiting for approval of the new harness.

“I love it baby, you certainly know how to spoil a girl” you tugged at one of the rings desperate to have his hands canvasing your skin. Your hands tangled in his hair and naturally made a firm fist, his hands went straight to the curve of your back before slipping down and pulled you even harder against him. You broke contact momentarily and flung off your shirt before attaching to those perfect plump lips.The ache between your legs spiking the instant your skin touched.

“I think you still need your punishment” Jimin looked at you flustered for a moment before realisation swept his expression and dragged his eyes to the floor.

“Tell me again what you did”

“I touched myself without your permission”

“And why did you do that?”

“Because I just needed to feel you so bad”

“Well I think you can lose that privilege today for being such a greedy boy”

“On the bed! And wait” you barked and retraced your route back to your bag and fished out his collar and a long silk black wrap. Your face was a picture of delight, you rarely restrained his hands; losing the ability to have his hands on you was torture for him. The excitement of knowing he was going to be begging and writhing beneath you was exhilarating and everything you wanted.

“Noona!” he whined as his eyes caught a glimpse of the silk.

“Don’t whine! You know what happens when you whine. You did this to yourself” your eyes shot an officious glare in his direction, you teasingly stripped down leaving just an opal blue lingerie set for his eyes. You clambered onto the bed and secured the O-ring leather collar around his neck before you shoved him onto his back forcefully earning a breathy grunt from him. You straddled his waist flexed your finger to the ceiling asking for his wrists. His bottom lip pouted out as he offered his hands to you.

“Good boy, now if you’re loud enough and behave for your noona she might let you cum today” you secured his wrists and shoved them above his head. The thin layer of fabric separating your heat from his boxers was already soaked through with your arousal. This boy affected you ridiculously. A chimera of frustration and lust blew his eyes and pupils wide as he watched you ghost your own fingertips over the swell of your breasts carrying his gaze all the way down dipping your hands under the band of your underwear. A sigh spilled from your lips, your fingers tracing delicate circles around your clit. Jimin huffed in annoyance and dropped his head to the bed with a soft thud. “Eyes on me!”

His cock twitched beneath you, nudging your hips into teasing action.

“These could be your fingers, but you had to misbehave” you breathed “I’m so wet for you”

“Y/N please don’t tease” he whined trying to shift his weight to ease the discomfort of his erection.

You ignored his plea, shifted from his straddling his waist to his thigh. Your hands enclosed around his forearms bringing your face nearer to his purposely avoiding his attention starved lips.

“I’m going to ride your incredible thighs until I’m cumming all over them and you won’t even be able to help” you whispered before catching his earlobe in between your teeth and tugging gently. When your hips starting grinding into the firmness of his thighs you breathed moans which got caught in your throats as you pressed your lips to his demanding his reciprocation which he gave instantly. Your nails dug lightly into his arms as you rode your way to your peak.

“Jimin, ah, you feel so good, I bet you wish I was riding your cock right about now” you panted trying to maintain coherent speech while your head clouded over with ecstasy.

“Ah, I do noona, it’s so hard it’s painful. My cock needs to be filling you up baby” his words in combination with his whiney tone flew you over the edge soaring through your climax, your legs muscles tensing constricting around his thigh.

“You look so sexy when you cum noona, please let me be inside you, please let me cum” he begged desperation mirrored in his eyes beautifully. You sat back and pretended to ponder over his plea.

“If you make me cum with that tongue of yours I’ll give you what you want” you bargained, you was never going to not even though he deserved but it was Christmas and he’d surprised you so sweetly.

“Thank you so much noona, I love how you taste I hate not being able to feel you” he breathed brightly with relief.

“Just be quiet and fuck me with that tongue” you barked yanking his arms over to rest on his front positioning your legs either side of his head.

“Now no touching yourself!” you warned lowering yourself lightly. His tongue lapped up your arousal and cum as if there had been a severe drought, you cried having to stabilise yourself against the headboard, throwing your head down and seeing his eyes, ravenous and focused in front of him. The tip of his tongue teasing your entrance before torturously slowly licking up and taking your clit into his mouth sucking. You tilted yourself into his tongue, normally he’d have his arms locked around your thighs with his fingers digging harshly into your skin.

“I love how good you are” you started, his pace slowed to long precious licks holding you by a thread from falling.

“Don’t tea…” in the middle of your command his tongue stiffened and swept aggressively side to side knocking you into a moaning, pulsing mess. One of your hands shot down to knot amongst his hair as your orgasm dissipated flooding your system with oxytocin.

You climbed off, really focused on not letting your legs buckle from under you. Stood looming over him like a work of art.

“Look at you all frustrated with my cum all over your face” his chin was glistening with his incredible work.

“Tell me what it is want you and noona will take care of it, tell me what you thought about when you misbehaved and touched yourself” you re-joined him back on the bed and slipping of his boxers holding eye contact.

“You riding me” he uttered almost soundless.

“You have to be louder and more specific than that baby” your lips hitched into a smirk as he went to speak and you enclosed your mouth around his tip and swept off the pre cum with your tongue. The desperate whine that escaped his lips crawled viciously down your spine setting off an unforgiving ache at your core; no one had ever affected you like he did, it drove you wild.

“I … I want you to ride me with your hands around my throat, please I need to cum noona” the desperation more evident with each word. You didn’t say a word, you just moved into position and sunk down onto him slowly relishing being filled. His head rolled back along with his eyes and a relieved animalistic groan fighting passed his lips.

“Feels so…good” he breathed

“Is this what you want baby?” your wrapped your hand round his neck, thumb on the right side and your remaining fingers on the left side, you pressed gently on his carotid arteries and simultaneously clenched your pelvic muscles around him. He was so completely lost in you he couldn’t respond straight away.

“oh god yes” he finally panted

“You’re not even going to last long are you, you desperate boy. You still need my permission to cum” speaking was becoming increasingly more difficult for you as-well as you hurried the speed at which your hips oscillated. He wasn’t going to disagree with you, you knew his body like you knew your own and he was doing his best to stop himself. You stilled on him, sensing his impending release. He grunted and groaned in protest and total frustration. You gave him a few seconds to compose his breathing, the thin layer of sweat across his forehead now held strands of his hair captive in its moisture. You resumed your movement but you kept it agonizingly slow to not send him or you for that matter past the point of control; still alternating loose and tight grips around his throat.

“Noona…fuck!...please” he hissed

“That’s pathetic, I know you can beg much better than that” you panted.

“Noona, please let me cum, you feel too good, please ride my cock until I’m crying out your name, I want your pussy clenching around me milking me of everything I have, fuck…please noona I can’t” his voice wavered, sounding like a radio station whose connection has started to have frequent drop outs. His desperate appeal had your core bursting, wanting to avalanche but you maintained control by a thread.

“Fuck, I love how you beg!” you untied his hands teetering on the brink, pinned his hands under yours at the side of his head “Cum for noona” you managed in between desperate gasps for air, before you started your started movements his hips bucked harshly slamming himself into you hurriedly chasing his own pleasure. You clenched your muscles around him voluntarily dragging him into release, his face an image of beauty, pleasure etched into every inch of it. His head rolled back against the bed “Y/N” he cried, a tear raced down his face. You fell off the edge joining him in filling the room with moans and sharing in his breathlessness.

“Thank you baby, happy Christmas” he panted gratefully, he mustered the energy to comatose you with the sweetness of his smile. You chuckled lightly, kissing his forehead like it was a precious gemstone.

“Merry Christmas my prince, I’ll go run a bath and give you one of my massages”