#What Are The Reasons That AC Blows Warm Air?

[dicksheating01]

An AC blowing hot air conveys that the air conditioner is not functioning properly and is not generating cool air. Instead of producing the expected cooling effect, the air conditioning unit in Sumner, WA, releases warm air at room temperature.

[heartandfangs]

NOT IF IT'S YOU— PART TWO.

GENRE University AU, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Angst, Smut, Fluff 

PAIRING Nerd!Heeseung x f!Reader

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY MDNI, Jealousy, Cursing, Making out, Arguing, Anxiety, Depression, Flirting, Mentions of food, Brief violence, Brief mention of alcohol, Brief mention of somnophilia, Crying (all sorts), Degradation, Breast worship, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Coming untouched, Heavy spit play, Light BDSM, Edging, Spanking, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Hair pulling, Dry humping, Praise kink, First-time blow job, Ball sucking, Fingering, Cum eating, Ear licking, Biting, Public Sex, Light bondage, Dom!Heeseung, Brattysub!FemMC, Sub!Heeseung, Softdom!FemMC, Other OC’s

WORD COUNT 29k (Fic Total)

SUMMARY Befriending a nerd who wants nothing to do with you in a coding class you want absolutely nothing to do with becomes the challenge of the semester— and you’re determined to ace that shit no matter what. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE See end for author’s note cont.

Masterlist, Part One

© 2022, Heart and Fangs. All rights reserved. Do not translate or post anywhere.

Jake was nice enough to take care of closing the cafe so you and Heeseung could slip away undetected. You didn’t want to risk lingering in the area at the nearest bus stop, so you called an Uber to his place instead. The ride to Heeseung’s apartment was silent, and you stared out the window the entirety of the time, running back what had just happened in your head. Part of you wished you had interfered and repaid his ex tenfold for that slap, but you knew it wasn’t your place. 

It wasn’t until Heeseung uncurled your tight fist and laced his fingers through yours that you realized the amount of tension whirring throughout your body and the unspoken affection in his touch. 

What— what is he doing?

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised he recently broke up with someone. It had been several months since you’d broken up with your ex, so you understood the stage that he was currently in, but everyone experienced things differently. Despite how he cut her off back at the cafe, were there any residual feelings he kept hidden for her? It had only been just over three months, after all, and who knew how long they were together for. 

But it’s not like you two were together in the first place, so why did it matter so much to you?

You willed yourself to stay calm.

“I feel like I owe you an explanation,” Heeseung said suddenly. 

“You don’t.”

“As your friend, I do.”

Friend, You glanced at your intertwined hands. 

Silence followed.

It turns out there were more things to talk about than you both wanted to. 

The Uber came to a stop, and you were about to untangle your hand from Heeseung’s until he opened the door and tugged you out his side. The building's unassuming facade was a blur as he bypassed the lobby elevators and took you up flights of stairs in a rush, presumably to avoid any awkward moments of silence with you at all costs. Plus, it must’ve given him a reason to hold on tight to you, and you let him. 

You’re not slick, Heeseung… then again, neither am I. 

By the time you arrived at his apartment, you were panting slightly and most definitely envious that Heeseung didn’t seem the slightest bit affected by scaling those stairs. He slowed down once he realized he’d been rushing you, and you were grateful. 

“Sorry. Come in,” He finally let go of your hand and shut the door behind you. His touch left your hand tingling. 

The lights flickered on to reveal a cozy kitchenette and quaint living room; the whole apartment smelled just like warm sugar, and you felt slightly more at ease despite the tension in the air. 

You thought Heeseung was going to get straight to the point, but instead, he turned to you, “Are you hungry? Can I get you anything to drink?”

He always took care of you in that manner. 

“I’m actually not even that hungry,” You admitted, propping your backpack up against the wall. 

“Same. Well, let me make us some tea, at least. Oh, but you had tea already,” Heeseung paused, “If you’d like to wash up in the meantime, I can lend you some clothes. I know it’s been a long day, and it’s pretty late. You can stay the night if you’d like.”

Your heart rate picked up, “Stay the night?”

“Only if you want to. If not, I’ll accompany you home in an Uber when you leave, I don’t trust ridesharing services at later hours.”

Now it went from just having dinner to staying the night. 

Heeseung’s a man, and you would’ve been able to spot his agenda from a mile away, but his intentions weren’t what stumped you. He could be flirty when he wanted to be, but he wasn’t single-minded or disrespectful, so you knew he wouldn’t try anything without your permission. 

It was the fact that he was proposing it in the first place, despite everything that had just happened.

“Um,” You took in the room as if in thought, eyes eventually landing back on him.

Heeseung straightened up and patiently inclined his chin; he didn’t appear overly eager or aloof as he waited for your answer. Rather, his expression appeared sensitive, as though he was still reeling from the past hour. 

Perhaps he actually did want your company for comfort. 

“I should probably stay since it’s getting late,” You decided. 

I guess we’ll have a friendly sleepover. 

His eyes softened, “Alright, you‘ve got my room to yourself. Let’s get you some clothes.”

You tentatively followed Heeseung into his bedroom, feeling extremely out of place. Still, you figured this would be an interesting experience. 

Unbeknownst to Heeseung, you covered up a giggle when you spotted a shelf collection of elegantly displayed wands. 

Really, he didn’t have a whole lot of stuff except for piles of comics scattered about, a fairly high-tech-looking workspace— which was to be expected— and a vintage record player with a vinyl collection you’d love to peruse some time… that is, if he ever invited you back. You rubbed your arm and tried not to focus on the dwindling time you had left with Heeseung. 

It was actually the size of his bed that took you by surprise— it was modern and large, even roomier than yours. 

The thought of him sharing it with someone annoyed you to no end, for some reason. 

While you took a gander about his room, Heeseung gathered several items of clothing from his drawers, all were either a dark wash of black or gray, save for a fluffy white pair of socks with a tag on them.

“Here's a bag for your laundry, and these are some sweatpants that don’t fit me anymore, but they’re adjustable. Also, there’s a shirt; the fuzzy socks I never wore. They were a secret Santa gift I got from Jake last year. I’ll shower after you. No rush.”

“Thanks,” you took the pile of clothes and slowly stepped backwards into the bathroom. 

“Okay,” Heeseung left around the corner immediately, making you laugh despite the heaviness that weighed down your heart. 

There was no way three months ago you could’ve predicted you’d be at Heeseung’s place under such shitty circumstances, but being able to advantage of his hot water made things slightly better in that moment… slightly.

As the hot water soaked into your hair, you reached for the only bottle of product on the edge of the tub and glanced at the label. God, he would use a three-in-one shower product, but at least it was a nice lavender scent. 

Excitement nearly overtook you when you realized it was the lavender scent. 

While you lathered down with it, suddenly, the titillating image of a damp-haired Heeseung flashed behind your eyes.

You imagined him pulling you back against his bare chest and spreading the creamy pastel purple substance all over your breasts from behind, massaging it into your skin until bubbles spilled over his thick fingers and down your ribs.

Suddenly you felt dizzy, your nipples hardening at the intrusive thought. 

It was more than easy to picture him pressing you up against the damp tile walls and running his hands across all your sweet spots, especially dipping his fingers between your legs to draw lazy circles there, taking his time with you like you knew he would. 

Ah, the hallucinations are already starting. Great. 

Definitely helped with ensuring you felt mentally stable before talking to Heeseung about his deep past and trying to figure out your feelings towards one another. 

Maybe you should eat something or at least ask if he had some alcohol stashed away somewhere.  

Having nearly lost track of time, you rinsed fast and shut off the water. Taking care not to slip, you emerged from the lavender-scented steam and quickly dried off over the soft bathroom mat.

It dawned on you that you had no extra underwear. You stared at your plastic bag of dirty clothes that you kicked under Heeseung’s sink for the time being.  

Well, you’d just have to make this work. 

You rolled the cuffs and waistband of Heeseung’s grey sweatpants as much as you could without it looking dumb and then slipped his dark-wash long-sleeve over your head. Lastly, you ripped off the tag on the fuzzy socks and tugged them on, taking a last look at yourself through the foggy mirror. 

Felt kinda airy down there, but at least you were clean and comfy. It wasn’t much different from the clothes you threw on while at home.

You gave your soaked hair strands another good squeeze before hanging up your towel and heading into the living room to let Heeseung know you were finished. 

Just by the rich aroma in the air, you could tell right away he had cooked something. His eyes grew slightly when he saw you, and he had just transferred ramen into a bowl, by the looks of it. 

Secretly your mouth watered, and you almost felt guilty that you’d just fantasized about this sweet boy in his own shower not a moment ago.

“Sorry, it’s nothing special, but I made something for you anyway. Still, don’t feel obligated to eat it, just know that it wasn’t my ideal first meal to make for you,” Heeseung set it on the counter with a set of utensils, a glass of water, and all the while, he’d hardly blinked since laying eyes on you. 

You shuffled forward and pulled up a stool, “Actually, I was getting hungry all of a sudden, and you read my mind. Thanks.”

Heeseung seemed to find your appearance enthralling because he failed to answer in a timely manner, “Sure, I’ll be quick.”

He left the room, and despite feeling incredibly self-conscious, you devoured that bowl of steaming ramen. Something about eating it late at night just made it ten times tastier, especially after such a bizarre day. It warmed you up for the time being until you set down your utensils and downed your water. With a full belly, you stood up and did your due diligence by giving the dishes a good scrub over the sink and leaving them out to dry on the rack. 

Exhaustion was quick to hit you like a truck, and the temperature suddenly dropped in the room, a chill running across your skin. The anxiety of speaking with Heeseung must’ve settled in your bones. 

I probably should’ve asked for a hoodie or something. Also, putting off our inevitable conversation isn’t helping my restlessness either.

Cautiously, you padded into his room and stood in the doorway, considering if you should look in his closet for a jacket. It wasn’t ideal for you to trespass and sift though his things, though.

With chattering teeth, you surveyed the thick duvet and inviting pillows on his bed. The sound of the shower running was still audible, so you hastily slid under the soft sheets and curled up onto your side with a shiver. It was so much warmer underneath, and the sheets smelled nice like he’d just washed them.

If he asks, I’ll just tell him I was about to freeze to death and I didn’t want to rummage through his belongings. 

Feeling a tiredness wash over you from the day, you pulled the duvet up to your chin and momentarily closed your eyes. 

Behind your eyelids, you somehow noticed the lights turning off and slowly awoke from your nap. You fought to stay awake and laid eyes on Heeseung’s back illuminated by moonlight, just before he passed through the doorway into the living room. 

“Heeseung…” You called out groggily, “Wait, we need to talk….”

Heeseung looked over his shoulder, “You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“I’m awake,” You insisted, despite the heaviness weighing your eyelids down.

“Mhm. I’m glad you made yourself comfortable,” He teased, approaching you with his hands in his pockets. 

“You left me no choice, I was cold….” 

As you gradually sat up in bed, Heeseung clicked on the bedside lamp and took a seat on the edge. You noted his unexpected appearance; he wore black sweatpants and a vintage, dark gray long-sleeve with some sort of gothic script writing across it that you couldn’t make out in the dim lighting. His hair was damp and messy compared to the tame way he always wore it in class. The guy would look this good right out of the shower.

You bit your lip as you were reminded of your fantasy of him but nearly jumped when Heeseung slid the tips of his fingers over yours, “You’re warm now.”

“Geez— you’re not,” His skin felt like ice. He had to have taken a cold shower. 

Heeseung was quick to retract them and lean back on his palms with a smirk, “Thought it’d wake you up.”

“It did,” Mindlessly, your hand inched across the sheets and slid under his own just to feel him again.

For several seconds, all you could hear was your heartbeat, and you tried to interpret the restraint behind his gaze.

Heeseung broke the silence, “Are we gonna talk?”

“Yeah,” You nodded.

“Okay. We can start wherever you’d like,” Heeseung slowly withdrew his hand.

You blinked, then sat back against the headboard. You looked up at the ceiling in thought but still felt his eyes on you. “Hm…”

Just treat it like a sleepover night, like you’re interviewing and asking your best friend to spill their darkest deepest secrets when you just can’t sleep. 

“So, how long were you together with your ex?” You supposed you didn’t want to beat around the bush if he was willing to share. 

Heeseung glanced at the carpet, “I broke up with my ex at the beginning of the semester, but we've been together for about five years. I was a little younger than I should’ve been when we first started dating in high school, but we’ve known each other since we were kids. Back then, I thought things would end up alright between us.”

Your stomach dropped at the connotation of their relationship, and the distaste you felt towards his ex only grew. 

“What exactly happened that led you to break up with her?”

He leaned onto his knees and folded his hands together, “She was also my manager at my old serving job— her family owns this restaurant group. I… caught her in the back with a new hire. It pushed me over the edge, but I had to keep my job for a few weeks to make rent. I eventually quit since things were already building up to it.”

“That’s… awful. I’m so sorry.” 

“After knowing her for so long, I think I saw it coming from her, but it still shocked me. As you can tell, she’s not someone who makes it easy for you to go against her wishes, but I’ve made things very clear with her.”

“Yeah,” You pursed your lips, “Was she always this way?”

“No, actually. She changed at some point when we got older. I cared for her when we were younger, but I can’t remember the exact moment when I stopped loving her. I think I only stayed because I was afraid, and she was all I knew.”

He loved her at one point.  

You had no words to comfort an inevitable heartbreak like that. 

“I think I understand where you’re coming from. My ex cheated on me at the start of the year,” You could hardly believe the words that were coming out of your mouth, but somehow found the courage to continue. 

Heeseung’s head shot up, “You?”

“I like to think I was just too much for him to handle, but who knows what really drives people to hurt their supposed loved ones like that. I really figured he’d be my first and last… maybe if I were in a video game or something. Left me depressed for a few months, but I’m better off these days,” You gave him a sad smile and pulled up your knees to wrap your arms around them. 

“I didn’t know…” Heeseung’s words faded. 

You picked at the comforter. “Just another peek past the facade. I only brought that up because, well, you’re not alone.”

When the room fell silent, you glanced up at him only to find his pained eyes that stirred up emotion in you. 

“How do you feel now?”

You paused at the question, really turned it around in your head. He forced you to look inside of yourself, past depths of stagnant emotions you had no desire to uncover or acknowledge, but he gave you no choice. 

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you pressed them shut with a shake of your head.

Why so suddenly? Why am I feeling everything again now?

You felt his knuckles brush across your cheek. Heeseung took his time swiping away the tears that kept falling with his thumbs, and when you opened your eyes again, his own were glassed over, but he didn’t turn away from you.

“Oh. No, no, don’t—“ Absolutely flustered, you drew up on your knees and pressed your sleeves over his eyes to soak up his tears. You were terrible at comforting emotionally distressed people, let alone yourself. 

Is this boy really crying for me?

You were unable to help from chuckling weakly as you watched his sweet little lips tremble, “I’ve already cried so many pitiful tears for myself, it’s not even worth it, Heeseung. Trust me.” 

Finally, you drew your soaked sleeves away from his bleary eyes and cupped his flushed cheeks in your hands, “Trust me, sweetheart.”

He nodded and gently set your hands down on the sheets but held onto them. This all was definitely cathartic for you both.

“It’s okay to feel the way we do,” Heeseung regained himself, “It’s just— I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you to fill the void, that period of emptiness people usually experience— that I experienced. I’m not. I sat alone in it for weeks after everything happened and came to terms with it.”

Nodding, you listened to his words, shocked at how much of his heart he was bearing to you.

“___, I care about you. Do you understand that?”

After countless times he’s proven that to you, you acknowledged his words, “I do.”

“Good,” Heeseung’s torn expression eased into something more fond when he regarded you, “Because I was grateful for you and your consistent requests for help, and I tried to repay you in the only manner I was able to at the time. In a way, you distracted me a bit from everything going on in that part of my life. 

At the start, I threw myself into my studies, but it’s true that I also took advantage of the chance to be near someone, to be needed, even if just for a class period.”

Both his words and soft gaze disarmed you— slowly, every insecure thought you had about how he felt toward you diminished. 

“You know, your persistence really threw me off, but I was adamant about keeping some distance between us. I wasn’t trying to hop from one relationship to another and cling to someone— I needed time too… Turns out the time I needed was shorter than I thought once you came along.”

A small smile pulled at your lips, “Are you saying I knocked some sense into you?” 

“Yes,” He admitted, “Knowing that I hurt you when you were just trying to get to know me made me realize I’d taken things too far. That I didn’t need to push people away anymore.”

A newfound admiration bloomed in your chest for Heeseung.

“You made up for it, though.”

“Have I? I feel like I’m still working on making it up to you.”

Heeseung has been generous with me ever since I met him, regardless of how private he had been. Even during our rockiest moments— even now.

You looked down, “Don’t feel like you have to keep making up anything to me, because you don’t.”

He brushed a damp strand of hair away from your eyes. 

“I could say the same for you. Sometimes we do things not because they need to be done, but because we want to.”

Heeseung quietly watched surprise take hold of your features.

Unable to hold yourself back any longer, you threw yourself on him and wrapped your arms around his neck in the biggest hug you swore you’d ever given. Your heart was beating out of your chest, but you squeezed him hard just to let him know how much you cared and were astonished when he drew you against him even closer. 

“Thank you,” He whispered in your ear. 

Your eyes fluttered open, realizing your lashes were damp with secret tears. “Anytime,” you breathed. 

Heeseung chuckled against your neck, and you refused to move, so he drew you under the sheets with him. Instead, you relaxed into his embrace fully, letting his peaceful, lavender scent encompass you for the whole night. 

The first emotion you experienced upon waking was frustration; you were pulled from the kind of dream you didn’t want to forget but had absolutely no recollection of. All you knew was that it left you feeling hot in all the right places and you didn’t want it to end— and then someone was playing with your hair.

A shiver worked itself up your spine as they ran their hands slowly through your strands, stroking gently along your neck, and it felt so, so nice. You stirred but feigned sleep a little longer just to enjoy the sensation of tingles running down your back. When you finally came to, you grumbled and pressed up against the warm body beneath you.

Heeseung.

He looked slightly startled but smirked at you, his laid-back appearance taking you by surprise first thing in the morning. The fact that you had fallen asleep next to him for the entire night began to settle in your mind, and you suddenly felt incredibly shy. 

Especially since he was playing with your hair. Exactly how long had he been awake? 

“Morning.”

“Hey. I must look like a wreck,” You said, a bit embarrassed. 

“You look like you slept well,” Heeseung hummed.

Oh, his voice sounds deeper in the morning.

You rubbed at the sleep in your eyes and tried to smooth down your bedhead, “For some reason I did… I-is that drool?”

Mortified, your eyes bore into the dark patch on his shirt in disbelief, then your hands were grabbing at his collar, “Change out of that right now.”

“It’s fine,” Heeseung insisted, resting his hand on your wrist.

“No, I can’t look at it!” You pulled at the fabric in a panic.

“It’s not that big of a– I– Okay!” He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head; you snatched it and hid the evidence behind your back, already planning on burning it if you could find a lighter in his flat.

“I’m sorry,” You sighed but did a double take and stared because any normal person would, just not for as long as you did. His lean physique took you by surprise, especially when he always wore oversized clothing. 

With an amused smile, Heeseung leaned forward to swipe his thumb against the corner of your lip as if there were drool there.

He tilted his head, “Are you?”

You lept off the bed in search of another shirt in his drawers, “Stop that.” 

“What?”

You ignored him. 

A black T-shirt caught your eye, and you balled it up to launch it across the room at him but flinched when you suddenly felt Heeseung’s presence behind you. His hand brushed against your back in an attempt not to scare you.

“Someone’s jumpy in the morning,” Heeseung commented, taking the shirt from you to pull it on. You got another peek at his cut waistline just as he was adjusting the fabric over his head. 

“Usually I’m not….”

For as much of a nerdy person as he was, he certainly took care of himself. You thought back to the first time you’d gotten a glimpse of his skin after class and compelled yourself not to turn into a stuttering idiot after blowing things out of proportion first thing in the morning. 

“Well, I have a 9 am final I need to leave for in about 15 minutes. There’s an extra unopened toothbrush in the drawer and stuff if you want to get ready,” Heeseung called over his shoulder as he dug out different pieces of clothing to wear. “Clothes-wise, wear whatever you want.”

“I’ll just wear this out. I’m gonna head back to my apartment to change before my afternoon class anyways.”

Heeseung’s bathroom was very minimal, with a few basic products that were easy to find. It looked tidy because of that… couldn’t exactly say the same for yours. 

You splashed water on your skin with a bit of face soap, and after patting it dry, you found the extra toothbrush and toothpaste he mentioned, letting your mind drift while you brushed your teeth.

When I think about it, I can’t believe we’ve become this comfortable with each other. He’s a much more emotional person than I initially thought. Staying overnight was a pretty risky move in the sense that anything could’ve happened. I mean anything. Also, it was pretty gross that I drooled on him, but he was hardly deterred. He even played with my hair…

The brushing came to a stop.

…And he actually cried for me last night.

Heeseung filed in next to you and casually started brushing his teeth. You wanted to laugh at how unfamiliar the simple act felt but ended up staring at him through the mirror, noticing his puffy eyelids. Yours were hardly any better. 

Then he wriggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to spit immediately into the sink. So much for brushing for a full two minutes. He seemed like himself again.

You rinsed and patted your mouth with a towel, “So weird.”

Heeseung shrugged and finished up in the bathroom when you grabbed your laundry and went to locate all of your belongings ahead of time so you wouldn’t hold him up by the time he had to leave. As you organized your laundry in your backpack, the previous night's events continued to flash through your mind.

“Hey, what are you gonna do about your glasses?”

Heeseung emerged from the bathroom and tipped his head back to place something in his eye, “Wear contacts until I can get them fixed.”

“Ah.”

You fell into thought as Heeseung finished inserting his contacts, “I was wondering about this for a while, but when we first ate Thai together… Why were you acting so weird after I mentioned you looked different without your glasses? I said you looked cute either way, but it seemed like I offended you.”

“Oh, that? No, you didn’t offend me…” Heeseung murmured. 

Your brows furrowed, “What was it then?”

He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and nearly stumbled from misstepping. “It wasn’t what you said. It’s just when you touched my hair and what not— I just… I realized I wanted you, but it didn’t feel right yet.”

As if his own words had just dawned on him, his hands froze on the waistband of his sweats. At the same time, you looked up at Heeseung from rummaging in your bag.  

Every little flirtatious interaction and hint of jealousy clicked together in your mind like puzzle pieces, confirming his longing for you since then.

It’s not like you didn’t come to that conclusion, but even back then? And to admit that aloud, now?

A thrumming tension hung between you two as you stood up. 

“You wanted me?” 

Heeseung swallowed thickly as you approached him, forcing him back against the foot of his bed. If only you knew what your presence by his side every day and in his most private spaces had done to him, maybe you’d show a little mercy and understanding. 

He wished you were aware of how every room you occupied was imbued with your scent and how he couldn’t sleep a wink last night because you were pressed up so soundly against him, unable to stay still as you dreamt of things he so desperately wanted to be a part of.

Wished you knew how happy it made him to see you casually interacting with his belongings like you already owned them, eating the simple ramen he made for you, getting comfortable under his sheets, and wearing his clothing without a second thought now. 

Wished he was insane enough to pull your chair towards him once everyone in class had left, slide down on his aching knees, and bury his head between your thighs to make you scream his name over and over until your sweet voice grew hoarse. 

Heeseung wanted to indulge you with his deepest desires.

He supposed all crossroads led to this very moment— Since the day you walked through the classroom door with a smile and he forced himself to pretend your existence wasn’t that important, that he wasn’t in the slightest bit affected by how frighteningly beautiful or intimidating you were to him when you found the need to be. 

There was no way he could ignore someone like you for long, not when you showered him in attention and simply couldn’t leave him be. Even when he’d act overbearing and nagging, proving to be a bit much for you at times. 

As fate would have it, he was destined to bend to you, his mind, body, and soul more than willing, even if he fought it at the start.

He should be afraid of putting so much trust in someone who held so much power over him, but he wasn’t— not anymore.  

Every bit of him wanted to be dialed into now as you reached out and rearranged a few pieces of his bangs around his eyes, running your fingers softly through his hair, setting off alarms in his body like you had all those weeks ago. 

“I wanted you,” He admitted. 

Truly.

The second he leaned into your touch, you did it a little more roughly, and the look he gave said that you were treading on thin ice with him. 

Despite his piercing eyes, you remained calm and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear before tracing the outline of it with your fingertip all the way down to his ear lobe, noting how a soft sigh escaped his lips as you massaged him there. You ignored the urge to take his ear lobe into your mouth, despite wanting to hear the beautiful sounds he might make for you. 

Instead, you let sweeter thoughts motivate you and ran your fingers along his jaw, holding him close as you stood on your tippy toes, stare flitting down to his lips. You didn’t have to reach much, Heeseung was already leaning down, meeting you more than halfway.

When your lips met, it felt delightful and sure, sparking like a kiss that had been a long time coming— but an undeniable intensity dominated the caress from the sheer amount of desire you had for him since the very start. Heeseung responded immediately, and you could sense his struggle to manage his eagerness for you.

Intentionally keeping the pace slow but sensual, you pulled back and swiped your tongue against his lips any time you felt him get worked up under your touch.

It frustrated Heeseung, who simply wanted to be as near to you as possible, so once your lips connected again, he slyly tilted his head to deepen the kiss, reveling in your startled moans as he caught you off guard. His hands slid up your smooth back and dug into your skin, pressing you close so he could finally feel you against him and keep you there.

Of course, he tasted like mint, and his touch was more than covetous by how he grazed your shoulders under your shirt, revealing your skin and sending sparks down your spine once more. Suddenly breathless, you parted for a moment, but Heeseung held you tightly against his heaving chest, letting you know that there was no escaping him as his heart beat wildly beneath your palms. 

“And now?” You had the gal to ask when you were the one waning under his passion. 

“Mm,” His lips caressed your cheek, “Don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you.”

Heeseung’s breath caught when you dragged your hand against the soft fabric covering his chest and abdomen. You gathered the shirt higher on his waist, then ran the tips of your nails up and down his stomach, circling his belly button to tease him. Then you stoked the flames, pressing your hips flush against his, and could feel his excitement sear against your thigh. 

A breathy hiss left his lips, and he gazed at you with heavy eyes, the mere sound making you throb with need for him. You enjoyed smoothing your palms beneath his shirt and over his lightly toned chest.

“Don’t stop….”

Your fingers just grazed his nipples as his hips jerked against yours. 

“Show me where, but do it slowly.”

Heeseung shamelessly tugged the waistband of his sweatpants down on his hips and took your wrist to gradually draw your touch lower, much lower, until you were palming his hard length through the thin layer of his black briefs. Even through the fabric, he was hot to the touch and pulsing against your fingers. 

“Heeseung,” you drawled accusingly. 

“Fuck,” His head dropped forward into the crook of your neck as you began to squeeze and rub along his thick cock. He held onto your wrist and began grinding into your hand, his panting growing heavier against your skin by the second. You could feel his wetness starting to form where you palmed him over and over. 

“Hey, be honest with me. Did you get hard sleeping next to me?”

Heeseung licked his lips, “Just a little.”

Your curiosity got the best of you, “And did you touch yourself?”

Heeseung stiffened against you, “Only a bit when you’d grind against my side. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to last the night….”

He groaned when you firmly groped his cock through his briefs, making him feel like he was yours. 

“When I’d grind on you?” You asked incredulously. 

“Ah– Yes, you were the exact way I am right now– rubbing against me, all breathless and whiny. Must’ve been a good dream; made me jealous,” He revealed, even as a smug smile grew on his face.

Your recollection was faint, but you knew he wasn’t joking.

“Did you feel me up when I was asleep?”

His grin dropped, and his voice tightened, “No. You know I wouldn’t do that,” His doubtful expression then shifted to one of cautious inquisitiveness, “Not unless you wanted me to….”

He caught how your brows rose at the meaning and found your reaction entertaining.

Of course, Heeseung would never touch you without your approval, but the fact he just brazenly put it out there as an option was wild to you. He’s so unassuming that you weren’t sure what to think after he casually suggested a naughty offer like that as if it were just a pre-planned favor he could easily take care of for you.

Heeseung seemed to surprise you in many ways, but you should’ve known to expect the unexpected from him at this point. Maybe you’d take him up on his offer later, but for the time being, you were intrigued by this side of Heeseung you just glimpsed. 

An impish idea came to mind as you desired to provoke him further and draw him out of his shell. You twirled around in his arms and arched your back to press your ass against his bulge, enticing him to grind on you. Once you tipped your head back to look up at him and reached overhead to tug at his dark locks, you made your neediness undeniable to him.

Heeseung recognized it too and, for a moment, was taken aback. He could tell by the glint in your eyes that you wanted to relinquish your control to him; it was that similar kind of fascination you looked at him with in the restaurant when all he wanted to do was bend you over that wooden table and please you in every which way. 

“And if I’d woken up all needy and begging for you, what would you have done?” You nestled your cheeks against his cock, delighted by how he tucked his lip under his teeth to stifle a moan, “Would you be nice, Hee? Or would you ruin me?”

His initial shyness soon morphed into complete hunger as one of his hands found your waist, and the other snaked up between your breasts to wrap around your neck. Heeseung anchored you to his chest, and when you felt him take hold of your jaw to kiss you over your shoulder, you melted in his arms. 

“Why don’t I just show you?”

It didn’t even register that Heeseung shoved you onto the bed and pressed you onto your stomach. He forced your legs apart with his own before holding you down by your nape and hip, letting you know your place. Instantly, he began grinding his hips into your ass, and all you felt was the unyielding pressure and heat that threatened to undo you right then and there. 

“Oh, fuck yes—“

It felt so good to be pinned beneath Heeseung, let alone a person who you entirely adored from head to toe. His weight bearing down on you felt delicious and heavy; you could only imagine what the full force of his thrusts felt like, especially without any barriers of clothing. 

God, you really thought you’d be the one to bring him to his knees first, but here you were. The sensation of his hard length dragging between your ass caused your pussy to dampen your sweatpants uncontrollably.

Even Heeseung could feel it. 

Oh shit. Shit—

“Making a mess already, baby?”

“Shut up,” You gritted out, his words setting your face aflame. 

Yes, yes— you’ve turned me on since the day we met!

Is that what you want to hear me say? 

He was soaking in his briefs just minutes ago. Who was he to talk?

You were barely able to quiet your yelp in time when Heeseung slid his hands past your waistband and pushed the fabric just beneath your cheeks to knead at the soft flesh. He did it in such a teasing way that made you feel delirious and frantic at the same time like you wanted him to strip you bare and run his tongue all over your body right after. 

“Talk to me that way again and see what happens,” He warned, egging you on. His hands on your ass grew more insistent as he gripped and massaged your flesh, making you grasp at the sheets. 

Ah, you couldn’t believe Heeseung also had this side to him, but at the same time, you had an inkling. What a crazy contrast to how he was whimpering under your touch just moments before. Typically, he was so patient with you in class, but you just knew he had an itch to scratch when it came to you.  

Excitement bristled through your entire being, and it didn’t go unnoticed. 

“I said shut–”

He brought his palm down before you even finished, and god was there power behind it.

A moan ripped from your throat, the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing in your ears as his hands possessively ran over your stinging ass.

“Again,” Heeseung baited you. 

Astonished with yourself, you bit your lip hard. At the same time, your pussy clenched, juices spilling onto the sheets. You loved the feeling but realized you weren’t going to last with how swollen your clit felt from his words and the way he handled you. Even just jerking against the mattress after the blow Heeseung landed nearly made you come. 

“No?”

This is insane. There is no way I’m going to come just from getting spanked once. No fucking way. 

You shook your head and rubbed your thighs together as Heeseung pressed a wet kiss to the flushed skin he’d marked. 

“Mm, that’s what I thought.”

The cold air hit your legs and pussy when he yanked off your bottoms in one fell swoop, and then he was flipping you onto your back and running his large hands against your sides to gather your shirt over your breasts. 

“Heeseung,” You gulped, suddenly feeling very exposed in the morning light. 

“___, be good for me,” He tipped your chin up to capture your lips in a reassuring kiss, “I just wanna make you feel good like you can let go without worrying about anything. Trust me?”

His words calmed you immediately.

“Of course.”

“Good girl,” Heeseung kissed you once more, and you relaxed into it, letting your legs fall open so he could press closer. That is, until his hands were back to slowly stroking up and down your curves, thumbing at your peaking nipples. 

“You are gorgeous,” Heeseung smiled, noticing a deep flush creeping across your cheeks, “So soft and sensitive…”

He squeezed your breasts together and dragged the flat of his hot tongue between your cleavage with a flick. The visual was so fucking overwhelming you hung your forearm over your eyes with a whimper. 

“…But you could have me on my knees if you wanted to, and you know it.” 

Doing as he pleased, he took the edge of your shirt and pulled it tightly over your breasts so that your nipples would harden with every pass of the fabric. Each time he tugged the edge of the shirt over the swell of your breasts, your nipples would perk up against the cold air, tempting Heeseung to teasingly place kisses around them before repeating it all over again. 

He was receptive to your minuscule reactions, watching closely at the way you wet your lips and arched your back to press your chest against his face anytime he drew near. 

“A-ah— Hee,” You complained, threading your fingers through his hair, desperately wanting his mouth fully on your tits, “Fucking tease….”

You felt him mouth kisses at the underside of your breast and swipe his tongue back and forth while your nipples tingled, begging for attention.

“Acting like you’re not enjoying this? Someone really likes to play dumb around me,” He kissed your throat as you squirmed underneath his rough touch, your thighs drenched in arousal. 

Finally, Heeseung tucked your shirt above your chest and dragged his hand down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach, stopping right above your clit, just to make you even crazier. 

“That’s how you keep me wrapped around your finger, isn’t it?”

He came back up to seal his lips over your aching breast and suckled deeply against your nipple. The sloppy noises caused your body to clench and fold under him; you were twisting in his grasp, barely able to withstand the expressions of his deep-seated desire. 

Then he stroked you down there, let you rub your sensitive slit against him, and make a drooly mess over his palm. You moaned unabashedly at the feeling of him finally palming your pussy. 

“Oh my god!”

Having sensed your uncontrollable surge of arousal, he lapped at your sweetness on his hand, brought your leg around his waist, and let you rut your bare hips against him. As you curled around his head and clutched him against your chest, you grinded against him messily like you were in heat, using him to satiate the growing fire in your core without a care if you were soaking his shirt or getting a cramp in your side. 

Heeseung pulled you up to sit on his bulge, and your hands shot out against his chest to support yourself over him. He held you firmly by your love handles and let you hump against his cock to your heart's content, clearly enjoying the view of you above him with a coy smile. 

“Shit! Hee….”

Heeseung squeezed and rolled your breasts in his hands, “Had a feeling you’d like riding me. That little clit must be so swollen and pink—“

Soon enough, he found himself preoccupied with lapping his hot tongue against your other breast, coating it in saliva before smacking your nipple against his lips. You threw your head back and moaned deeply, the thrusts of your hips unrelenting. Heeseung’s hands blazed up your thighs and ass, insistent on making it known how much he’d been holding himself back from touching you. 

Heeseung snapped his hips up into you, causing you to nearly keel over on top of him, thighs shaking and spit spilling from your lips onto his chest. He easily caught you, his chuckle vibrating against your skin, and laid you back against the sheets to lick over your chin and slip his heavy tongue against yours. He moaned into your mouth, tasting you deeply with every stroke, and you simply allowed him to devour you. 

He knew you were purely holding onto him for dear life at this point. 

Abruptly, you heard Heeseung curse under his breath upon seeing the time on his bedside stand. “You don’t have class ‘till later, right?”

His words almost didn’t register in your lust-hazed brain as you chased his lips for more kisses. 

“Wha? No—“

Suddenly, Heeseung was gripping your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half. He dragged his fingers through your slicked folds again and circled your clit before sucking the taste of you off them. 

“Good,” You gasped as he smirked down at you, then his perfectly aligned hips rolled into yours— and stopped for nothing.

With a broken moan, your eyes fluttered shut at the sweet, sweet heat. The friction of his sweatpants only heightened your pleasure as his hips drew deep, slow circles against your bare pussy, your eyes rolling back into your head every time he made contact with your swollen clit just right. 

“Hee— Heeseung—“ Your call devolved into a litany of moans, filling his ears like pleasing notes. 

He was almost fed up with himself for not making a move when you embraced him after your talk because he could’ve been enjoying your mewls of pleasure all night long. Almost. Truthfully, he wouldn’t have traded anything for the endearing way you tackled him onto his bed with abandon and curled up in his arms to sleep, even as torturous as laying next to you was. 

“I love being needed by you,” Heeseung confessed against your lips, “Even though I know you don’t really need me.”

“No— I need you,” You whimpered against him, your nails digging pretty red crescents into his shoulder blades. The force of his hips was jarring enough to make you feel like you were losing your sanity as he drilled you deeper and deeper into his mattress. 

“Yeah, baby? How badly?”

The pace of his thrusts quickened if that were even possible.

“So fucking badly! You’re— you’re gonna make me come,” you warned, “Fuck—“

You felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel, and then in seconds, quick pulses of emanating heat dragged you under a blanketed haze of pleasure. 

Heeseung was beyond pleased with the blissful expression you wore, knowing you saw fireworks behind your fluttering eyelids. As though in tune with your body, Heeseung eventually slowed his thrusts and took in every bare inch of you that glistened with a pretty sheen of sweat, basking in the sound of your shaky moans.

If you had the sense to peel your eyes open, you’d crumble even more under his fervent expression as he gently pressed his hips against your clenching pussy and kept the perfect amount of pressure there for your enjoyment. 

“Mmn!” Inevitably, you trembled and huffed against him from oversensitivity, in disbelief of how hard he still was. 

He caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger— kissed you like you had breath to spare.

“See, you like being teased, don’t you, baby?”

“Hee… fuck…”

When you eventually came to, you glanced down between your bodies and saw the aftermath; the sheets and front of his sweatpants were stained with your release. However, the tent in his pants is what caught your attention, and you salivated at his twitching dick, knew how big it was under your hand— wanted to see it drip with pearly cum. 

Despite being lightheaded, you grabbed at his hips with determination.

“Sorry, I got carried away, but I have to go,” Heeseung caught your hands and was already gently tugging you to sit up so he could clean you off. 

“But—“

“I know we’re gonna be so busy starting today, but do you want to meet up Thursday evening in one of the study rooms? The day before our final? I promise I’ll make it up to you.” 

Make it up? After everything he just did, make up for what? Did he mean make out? Your brain was unable to compute, and you just found yourself nodding. 

Heeseung chuckled and sealed the deal with a kiss that conveyed a deep affection you felt unworthy of. His hands threaded into your hair, it almost felt like he wasn’t going to let you go, but he did.

“See you then.”

Knowing Heeseung didn’t come during his first time with you haunted you for several days up until your final study session with him of the year. He certainly had to be aware that you had no intention of leaving him high and dry, but it still frustrated you. Timing was the biggest obstacle then, and you were determined not to let it get in the way today. 

Like a diligent student, you had studied for all your classes and prepared for your finals like it was the apocalypse. Despite your worries, a majority of them you already knocked out; the final project for your coding class consisted of an entire presentation of your work the following day, officially making it your most concerning project. 

You loathed public speaking, and of course, there was a mistake in your code that you failed to catch in the haze of exhaustion while you were burning the midnight oil, so it gave you all the more reason to look forward to seeing Heeseung. Thanks to him, you actually had a chance at acing the class rather than just having survived it.

Plus, you were glad to have an excuse to talk about something other than what went down at his apartment because you were still working your brain around the different sides of himself he’d shown to you that morning. 

You smirked to yourself. 

Will I encounter the angel or devil today? 

It was always chilly in the library, so you felt your nipples pebble under your favorite sweatshirt in reaction to the air conditioner. The outfit you chose to wear was slightly out of the norm but purposeful. You ditched the bra opting for comfort, and with Heeseung in mind, you traded your typical pair of sweatpants for a white, pleated skirt that matched your casual sneakers. 

Usually, you stuck purely to skincare, but your make-up was fairly light for today, save for a touch of red coloring your lips and liner with mascara to brighten your eyes. It was a nice mix of your signature relaxed look and a touch of coquette. Obviously, it wasn’t over the top, but you felt pretty cute. 

You spotted a focused-looking Heeseung through the study room window at the end of a long row of shelves. He’d chosen the most inconspicuous study room on the top floor, and you had to applaud him for that. 

A wave of confidence overcame you as you approached the room at an unhurried pace. 

After two knocks, you pulled open the door. 

“Oh, I almost didn’t recognize you, specs,” You smiled, dropping your bag onto the table and comfortably leaning against the edge. 

“Yeah?” Heeseung sat back against his chair and took off his new glasses with a snort, inspecting the plastic frames, “My original glasses are taking a while to get repaired. Weirdly, I got some stares from people in my other classes and customers at work without them, so I just picked up a shitty pair from the Dollar Tree. They give me a headache but beats the odd looks….”

He scrambled to slide them back in place once he noticed your atypical attire, his gaze slowly trailing up your legs.

“Sounds like they were checking you out. I guess I can see where they’re coming from,” You crossed your legs, holding back a smile. 

He exuded an interesting vibe today himself, his cute glasses served as the biggest contrast against his black ensemble consisting of gray jeans and a black shirt. If he’d worn only his contacts on top of everything, it would’ve been too much for you to handle.

Inwardly, you snickered as the tips of his ears blushed red, and he quickly glanced down at his keyboard. Even you were still trying to figure out how this was the same guy who relentlessly teased your body to death earlier that week. 

Oh, he’s the shy one today. Let’s see for how long…

You eased the attention off of him, “I’m probably gonna need you to double-check my project.”

“That’s fine. I’ll help you after you tell me how this tastes.”

You tilted your head, “Hm?”

“I baked you something.”

“You— you did?” Your eyes brightened as he rested his hand on a simple, ribbon-wrapped package sitting next to his laptop that you hadn’t noticed before. 

“Yeah, don’t worry, it’s edible,” His grin made your heart thrum. 

Heeseung handed you the package and patiently looked up at you with wide eyes as you unboxed its contents. You tugged at the ribbon delicately as it unraveled and peeked under the lid. 

“Macarons!”

“The decadent kind. Try it,” He reached over and took out a cream-colored macaron, set the box aside, then held it to your lips, “You look pretty, by the way….”

Eep!

“Thank you,” You gave him a sincere smile, causing him to nibble on his lip. 

You tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned forward to take a bite. The texture was marvelous; one bite in, and you were sold on the delicious buttercream filling. 

“Mmm— the butter,” Your mouth watered in between chewing, “This flavor beats all the others out of the park! I think it’s my new favorite. Seriously.”

“No need to savor it, I can always make more,” He reminded you. 

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah.”

You stared at him suspiciously. Did he mean it? As in, he intended to stay in touch?

“If I wanted some next week, you’d bake me some?”

He nodded, “Sure.”

“But what if I wanted some for Christmas?”

“I can bake you more, along with some other treats I’ll be testing for the holidays.”

“And what if I wanted some next semester?”

Heeseung chuckled, “I’d make you barely enough; that way, you have to keep asking me. There. Satisfied that you exposed my ploy?”

You stared at him, feeling overwhelmed. The time you thought would come to an end with him wasn’t as concerning of an issue as you had thought all along. Whether or not Heeseung thought that to be obvious to you both, you weren’t planning on taking his words for granted. 

He gestured at the remaining macaron half he held, but you ignored it and slid into his lap, nestling against his firm bulge. He groaned softly but welcomed you, his free hand squeezing your bare thigh as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“And will we still be friends by then?”

“No,” His eyes shone with knowing, “No, I don’t think so.”

You inhaled deeply, “How about next week?”

He slowly shook his head and found himself staring at your lips.

You tilted his chin up so he’d meet your eyes. “And what about now?”

A bashful smile spread across his face, and he brushed the macaron against your lips, ”You tell me….”

Gently, you took the piece into your mouth, brushing your glossy lips against his fingertips, succeeding in stealing his breath away. 

You held his hand between yours and took your time to suck the pads of his thumb, then index finger into your mouth as your voice dropped to a whisper, “You’re mine.”

And the look in his eyes said he knew it. 

The air around you two dampened with lust. 

“I missed you,” Heeseung wet his lips and thumbed at your own, “Let me taste, please?”

While still seated in Heeseung’s lap, you leaned back against the table, his hands settling on your soft thighs as you reached off to the side for another treat. You split the macaron in half so you could gather the white filling with a lick, then stick out your tongue past your lips. You stayed relaxed against the table, legs hanging on either side of his lap, and beckoned him with your finger. 

In a blink of an eye, Heeseung was leaning over you to pull you against his chest and taste every inch of your mouth he could reach. The kiss was ravenous and sugary sweet, with way too much tongue; everything you could’ve wanted after spending a few days apart. 

“Mm,” you moaned against his lips when his palm slid over the side of your neck to hold you in place. 

You knew he was just bursting at the seams of his pants. After all, he never got the satisfaction of finishing like you had, and now it was your turn to play with him. 

The kisses quickly evolved into eager smacks and dips of his warm tongue against yours, your shenanigans to blame. You broke the kiss after a particularly sloppy caress and watched thick strands of saliva dribble down his chin. 

“A-ah…”

You eyed the cherry red stains of your lipstick on Heeseung’s lips and lapped up the strands with several hot strokes, earning a whimper from him. Obsessed with the sounds he just made, you messily reconnected your lips with his and pulled back again, catching strands of his saliva with a flick of your tongue.

He moaned deeply, brows knit together, his eyes glazed over and pleading. At this point, his glasses had been slightly knocked askew on his nose, and you chuckled at the dreamy look in his eyes.

Heeseung was panting deeply, his nipples standing hard underneath his shirt; the boy looked like he wanted to be devoured by you.

“You like it sloppy, huh, baby?”

“Yes—,” His hips bucked excitedly against yours, but you could tell he was trying to control himself.

“I’ve always thought your ears are so cute,” You whispered hotly against his skin, making them grow a shade darker of blush, “You don’t mind if I suck on them a bit, do you?”

Heeseung’s eyes widened behind his crooked glasses, ”No….”

“You clean ‘em, right?” You teased, sweeping your nail up the fluttering pulse at his neck.

Heeseung pouted, “Yes, every day—“

“I know, cutie,” You adjusted his glasses and traced the curve of his ear with your tongue, holding him in place by his jaw.

He gasped at the sensation and shut his eyes to really enjoy the way you were toying with him. When your teeth began to tug against the tip of his ear, he bit back a small groan, making you smile against his skin. 

You soothed your assault with several laps of your tongue before moving to suckle at his ear lobe and grind down on his hard-on.

“Oh god…” Heeseung’s eyes fluttered, and with desperate hands, he clung to your waist, barely hanging on by a thread. He twitched beneath you; enduring your teasing was as torturous for him as it was gratifying for you.

You released his sensitive earlobe with a smack and then slowly dipped your hot tongue into his ear, in and out, pressing deeper each time. You felt Heeseung’s jaw loosen in your grip, his mixture of pants and moans growing heavy as he nearly went limp under you. 

“Ah… fuck…” Heeseung drawled. He could barely stand hearing such lewd sounds— could feel himself leaking and hard in his jeans as you turned his brain to mush. 

“You like it when I fuck your ear, don’t you?”

Heeseung moaned incoherently, and you moved just beneath his ear to nip and kiss his neck harshly. 

“Look at me, Heeseung.”

When he turned to you, he looked completely out of it. It was apparent that the sweet thing needed a break from his studies to let his mind go completely blank, only to be filled with the most manic thoughts of you.  

“Kiss me properly like a good boy.”

He obeyed you, gingerly taking your face in his hands and capturing your lips with care. The shared moment gave you both time to breathe and remember where you were, in each other's arms, completely focused on pleasing the other. 

And you wanted more of him, so much more. 

“Can't stop thinking about you whether I’m awake or asleep,” Heeseung whispered, “Can’t stop touching myself.”

Shit. 

Your brain conjured up images of Heeseung palming himself in the same bed you had slept in while you had been fast asleep, experiencing a wet dream. Even in his shower, since that was a probability…

“Yeah, baby? Messing around like we did tends to alter your brain chemistry for a bit, y’know?” The skeptic in you teased. 

Heeseung placed a kiss under your jaw but scolded you, “Don’t be like that. I’ve wanted to share that with you for weeks.”

“Oh,” Despite blushing wildly, you answered coolly, “You sure like to take your time, then.”

“___…” Heeseung frowned at your seemingly nonchalant attitude.

“I’m just joking with you. I know you like to take your time and that you’re a man of action over words. I’ve come to love that about you, even though sometimes, it can drive me crazy,” You held his face in your hands and ran your fingers through his hair, before kissing him hard. 

He liked that a lot, you felt his cock jump so you rocked into him. 

Heeseung sulkily nudged his nose against the side of your neck, taking in your scent, “You do?”

“Yeah, I do. When you’re alone at night, all you need to do is call me, baby.”

He smiled this time, “I’ll definitely do that….”

You didn’t hesitate to connect your lips with his and let your tongue roam the deepest it had in his mouth, gently prodding at his throat to taste the rich flavor of buttercream against his tongue. When you tried to pull back, Heeseung retaliated and sucked on your tongue. 

“Mmm—”

His boldness spurred you on to hungrily press your lips against his once more, his taste intoxicating to you. Feeling your inhibition slip completely, your panties began to soak through onto his lap, clit pulsing from the heat of his body under yours. You dragged your hands up beneath his shirt and caressed your fingertips over his warm, firm chest, causing him to shiver in pleasure. 

He moaned when your fingers began to twist at his nipples, “I-I love it when you… play with me….”

“Yeah, baby, I can tell,” You regarded him with a curious smile before asking, “Do you like blowjobs?”

His eyes widened, but he slowly found himself nodding.

You giggled and tilted your head, “Not sure?”

He searched your eyes for judgement, “No, I’m— I’m, I mean, who wouldn’t? I’ve just never… gotten one before.”

I’m sorry— what?

The inevitable look of disbelief you gave him had him fidgeting in his chair, your hands coming to a still against his waist. 

Well, fuck his ex to hell and back. 

You shifted forward into his lap to press your breasts flush against his chest and caress his cheeks. “Well, I’d love to give you one. Would you like that?” 

“I’d love that, please,” He bit his lip, his gaze on you already unfocused. 

You were unable to help the giddy feeling in your chest as you kissed him and pressed the heel of your palm between his thighs.  

Heeseung ground up against your hand as you felt him up through his jeans before swiftly releasing him from their confines. The subtle curve of his flushed cock was more beautiful than you imagined, as were the pulsing veins lining the underside of his length. He was heavy in your hands and soaked to the touch in his arousal, much like you were between your thighs. 

“Oh, you must be aching. Been dying to taste you….”

“I’m not going anywhere this time,” With a shaky breath, Heeseung gathered the edge of his shirt in his grasp to reveal the sharp dips of his abdomen and the light trail of hair leading to his erection, watching as your lovely eyes turned dark.

“So thick, you’re unreal.…”

Slowly, you kneeled between his legs to cover his dripping cock in hungry kisses and played with his pre-cum on your tongue, immediately making him twitch and moan in want. You’ve been dying to reduce him to this mess of a state for the longest time. 

“Like it when I kiss you all over?”

“Yesss— haahn,” His words slurred when you took the head of his cock past your lips and sucked while swirling your tongue over his milky slit.

He was stunned at how your delicate hands worked at the rest of his length, jerking him with a firmness he wasn’t used to but definitely loved. Despite your touch feeling foreign, it felt different than his own in the best possible way. 

How would he last any longer than a minute? All of the sensations you were gracing him with were too much, too good.

“Your balls look so full, baby…” You could feel your mouth salivating as you tongued at his swollen tip. 

“Ohh—“

Out of the corner of Heeseung’s eye, a figure whizzed by the window to his right, and he froze. He only experienced a second of relief when he realized it was just the back of an oblivious student passing by, but he was brought back to reality by the fact that the two of you could be discovered.

While you were obviously aware of this from the start, you sensed the sudden discomfort through the line of tension in his body.

“We could get caught, you know….”

You pulled off of his cock, and smirked, your fingers tightening around his girth, “I’m sure you knew exactly what you were doing when you invited me here. If you’re so worried, then keep your voice down,” You raised an eyebrow at him, “You are a bit loud, sweetheart.”

Heeseung tugged on his lips between his teeth, feeling timid despite the truth. He tried to steady his breathing and swallowed thickly as he glanced out the window for any sign of movement, although the majority of people minded their own business in the library.

“Heeseung!” He heard a familiar voice call.

The face of his friend, Jake, peeked out from behind a bookshelf through the window pane of the study room.

His knee immediately slammed up against the table the moment he felt you mouth at his balls. Heeseung’s breath caught in his lungs, sneakers skidding against the floor as he braced himself against the table. The boy was barely able to process the sheer amount of pleasure from the warm, tight suction of your wet lips around him.

He just wanted to melt to the floor. 

“Fuck—“

In a panic, Heeseung barely managed to swallow a groan of pleasure when his friend shot him a look of concern through the window. From this angle, you weren’t visible from under the table, but Heeseung was sure he appeared oddly curled over his laptop, hands sprawled across the surface of his books and papers.

“You good man?” Jake slowly began to approach the door to the study room.

You heard Rin’s muffled voice, “Have you seen ___? She won’t pick up her phone.”

“I’m okay!” He insisted with a grunt, “Sorry, I haven't! Wait, no— Don’t come in, I just really need to focus right now,” Heeseung raised his voice slightly so they could hear him clearly through the glass.

You ran your tongue across the tender ridge between his balls before humming sweetly against his skin. Pre-cum bubbled at his slit and poured down his length onto your fingers, so you cruelly jerked his cock even quicker than before. 

Heeseung pressed his fist against his lips to stifle a moan, trying to play it off as a cough before waving goodbye in Jake and Rin’s direction, hoping the two would get the hint.

Jake chuckled and shook his head, “Oh, alright then. See you at work!”

“See you, Heeseung. If you see her, tell her to stop ignoring me, she owes me dinner,” Rin winked. 

“I— I will,” He did his best to plaster a smile on his face until your friends disappeared around the corner.

Once they left, you heard a sound of frustration rumble throughout Heeseung’s chest as he pushed away from the table to stare down at you with his hand covering his lips. His eyes nearly started to brim with tears behind his glasses as he watched you slurp around his swollen balls and then suck them tightly into your mouth. 

You noticed his conflicted expression and cooed at him, “Does it feel that good, baby?” Then you were back to hollowing your cheeks around him. 

More profanities spilled from his lips. 

Knowing he was lucky to be sitting instead of standing, he let his knees fall open, his joints completely weak with pleasure. His reasoning skills were non-existent, but it registered in his mind that the girl he fantasized about day and night was so willingly stuffing her mouth with his filthy cock and balls. He could hardly believe it. 

Admittedly, you were impressed at the pretense he managed to keep up in a moment of crisis, and as a reward for his self-control, you gave his balls one last harsh suck, then let them drop from your lips, “You did such a good job holding out there….”

Saliva pooled in your mouth before you spat along his length and continued to pump him at a messy pace, working your spit into the tip of his slippery cock. You rubbed your lips along his sensitive skin, planting open-mouthed kisses and teasing him with a view he was guaranteed to be daydreaming about for a while. 

“___, please,” Heeseung begged for you and started playing with his nipples over his shirt— your baby just couldn’t keep still. 

So fucking cute. 

You gripped his base and let the tip of his cock slip against the soft palate of your mouth, then nearly all the way to the back of your throat with a gag.

“F-fuck— Ngh!”

The action jarred him immensely, and he looked absolutely fucked out with his glasses falling off his face, his hot breath fogging up the lenses. God, it stirred something deep and primal inside you to know you were able to bring him to such a vulnerable state.

You just adored this side of him, and could feel your panties sticking against your lower lips as slick dripped down your thighs. The soreness in your knees hardly registered while you began to thrust your hips, longing for friction even just from your panties; your swollen pussy throbbed incessantly. 

The pace of your relentless bobbing quickened as you choked around his cock, unexpected tears stinging your eyes from how deep you were taking him. You let them spill down your cheeks, only wishing you could take him even deeper somehow, wanting his cock kissing and rubbing against your insides while he took you. The tell tale sensation of your clit twitching was the only warning your body gave you before you were overrun by an orgasm you couldn’t have anticipated. 

With a muffled sob, your pussy fluttered then began clenching around nothing in deep contractions that rocked you to your core, clit begging for more stimulation as you somehow came untouched just from the mere thought of getting pummeled by Heeseung.

One hand remained curled around his cock while you shoved the other between your thighs to work rapid circles over your panties— and then you were coming even harder, spurts of cum creating a messy puddle at your knees. 

He felt your uncontrollable moans shoot up his cock and was unable to escape from their encompassing vibrations. 

“Fuck—!” The curse was drawn out, and gruff— full of desperation.

Despite how incredibly tensed up Heeseung was, his palms brushed atop your head as he threaded his trembling fingers through your hair, attempting to nudge you off of him. His whole body was trembling, but you wouldn’t let him, even as he shook his head, calling your name in a wrecked voice. 

Unadulterated pleasure allowed you to ignore the discomfort and swallow around him as deeply as you could; he broke at the sensation of you choking around him. 

Heeseung’s head lolled back in complete silence when he was left with no choice but to let himself go. His bare hips shot up from his seat against your face and made your throat convulse, rendering himself an absolute wreck under your touch.

You kept him suspended in pleasure for as long as you could, spit and cum spilling from the corners of your lips— even when he finished and fell limp on the chair, you licked him clean, suckling on his sensitive tip to the point where he was whimpering.

His incomparable taste only made you wetter, and your knees gave out as you collapsed on the floor. You rested your cheek against his thigh as you proudly played with his thick, musky cum on your tongue, exploring the texture. It tasted equally addictive. 

“___,” Heeseung was blushing as he took your jaw in his hand, his thumb pressing into your lips, “You’re crazy. Spit that out….”

“What? No,” You frowned, “Where?”

Heeseung scanned the room in a panic for a non-existent trash can before he cupped his palms together, and held his hands up to your lips.

You nearly choked on his cum from laughter. However, you sat back and spread your legs to reveal your ruined panties glossed over with your release.

“You—“ Heeseung gasped as you pulled back the fabric from your skin to show off the way your pretty pussy glistened for him.

He didn’t want to believe his eyes when he witnessed his cum dribble from your pink tongue onto your skin like a sweet glaze. Prayed they were playing tricks on him when you clenched the second it hit and how you smeared it through your folds as you twitched and pleasured yourself for an intimate moment before licking his cum off your lithe fingers…

“You taste so yummy.” 

And how dare you look at him with those eyes.

Heeseung snapped and was already hauling you to your feet; you just ensured there was no way you were leaving this room without getting fucked. 

Now there wasn’t a single bone in him that cared if a library staff passed by and threatened to throw the two of you out. He would take his time finishing you off with them standing there, and then carry your limp body out of the building if he had to. 

He’s never felt more deranged in his entire life, and that was a testament to you. 

“That’s fucking dirty,” Heeseung gripped at your hips and held onto your skirt as he pushed you up against the wall, towering over you. 

“No, baby,” You pulled him down against your lips and he melted into it regardless, “Not if it’s you.”

You sneaked your fingers over his spent cock, but he shoved your hand away. With a laugh, you allowed him to press his knee between your damp thighs and squirmed against him, “You’re getting hard again, Hee.”

The pleats of your skirt gathered in his grasp as he squeezed your ass hard enough to make you yelp. “Who liked sucking my cock so much that they squirted in their panties?”

“T-that was definitely a first time for me, too,” You grinned up at him as he worked on rolling your skirt high on your waist.

“You know what you just did tells me?”

He groped at the front of your breasts and kneaded them greedily over your sweatshirt, drawing heavy moans from your lips as your nipples remained hard under his hands. 

“No bra,” He muttered under his breath.

It felt like your body was overheating again, “What— What does it tell you?”

The way Heeseung dragged his lips over your pulse, and gradually marked your skin with continuous suckles weakened your knees. 

Your eyes shut tight from the overwhelming desire dripping from his voice, breath hot against your skin, “It tells me you’re a sweet little slut for my cum.”

“Ah, a cum slut,” You panted, “Says the one who couldn’t stop tasting me the other day. If anyone’s a slut for cum, it’s you, baby.”

‘Baby.’

Ever since you started to call him the term of endearment, he felt sick to his stomach and imagined himself doing one other thing besides kissing you senseless—

Heeseung fell to his knees, not once taking his eyes off you. It felt like the right place to be, it always had from the start. 

You stopped breathing altogether when Heeseung removed his glasses and haphazardly slid them to the side on the floor. His half-lidded, hungry eyes bore into yours. 

Even though all signs indicated you were in a dangerous spot with him, you continued, “You’re the one on your knees, ‘boutta—“

He gripped your thighs and licked a thick stripe against the soaked fabric of your swollen mound. 

Oh god.

Your fingers curled into his messy locks to steady yourself. 

“Arms behind your back. Keep them there until I’m done cleaning up this filthy pussy.”

You hesitated, “But—“

Heeseung slapped the back of your thigh so he could strip you out of your soiled panties. He gave you a look that had you swallowing your complaint. 

Quietly, you locked your arms behind your back and leaned against the wall, although your expression was far from delighted, likely because you were just coming off of your high from being in control. 

“___,” He spoke softly, “If it gets too much, you know you can tell me to stop at any time, right?”

“I know, and trust me, I will.”

“I want you to choose a safe word for today.”

“Ah,” You felt your cheeks flush, that was the first time anyone’s ever asked you that. “Buttercream…?”

His eyes creased in amusement. “Perfect. I should’ve guessed.”

Heeseung dragged his middle finger between your folds and watched a mixture of your fresh arousal and his cum string along his fingers; it gave away how much you were enjoying this. He licked the mess off his digit and splayed his hands over your tummy, feeling the warmth of your supple skin under your skirt. 

“See!” You accused him. 

“Behave,” He nipped at your inner thigh, “I’d hate to have to punish you again.”

“I’m sure you would— Aahn—“ The delicate kiss he planted on your clit had you pressing your mound against his face. 

He might’ve been rough with you to start, but he knew you were sensitive from your orgasm. His hands pushed and pulled at your flesh, but his lips were tender on your pussy. He made you so wet when he laved his tongue against your clit and littered kisses over it, you could hardly help yourself from dribbling onto his chin. 

“Oh, Heeseung….”

He hummed in satisfaction against your pussy when you moaned his name so sweetly. 

Tension was ever present in your body, and sweat trickled down between your breasts at the effort of standing over Heeseung, enduring his torture when all you wanted to do was collapse on him. 

The lapping of his tongue grew more insistent between your folds as he tasted the mess of himself there, as he tasted you.  

“Hmnh— Aah!”

“Stay still. You’re not clean yet,” Heeseung pinned your hips against the wall and plunged his tongue into your slit to collect your arousal. It was impossible not to rock against his pretty face whenever his nose nudged your engorged clit.

Once his lips enveloped the nub, your vision blurred, and your knees shook as you tensed up, drawing to the tips of your toes while you fought to stay standing. 

“Heeseung… Heeseung— Hee, I can’t!”

Just as your legs gave out and your back slid down the wall, Heeseung broke your fall and caught you in a heap on his lap. 

“Heeseung,” You let out a frustrated whine against his neck.

Since you lacked the strength to stay right side up, your orgasm was ripped from you, and Heeseung stopped pleasuring you right before you were able to reach your high. 

He gripped you by your thighs to lift you into his arms and stood up. You heard the shuffling of papers and textbooks dropping to the floor as Heeseung shoved them out of the way and laid you on top of the table. 

“Poor baby couldn’t stay still. You know what happens now, right?”

Your surroundings melted away, and when your vision finally focused, all you could see was Heeseung hovering over you, caging you in below him. With your arousal covering his swollen lips and sweat dampening his hair, he looked like a complete wreck and genuinely the wildest you’ve ever seen him.

The lethal look in his eyes took you back to that night you said goodbye to him in front of the bus stop, but even then, they held only a fraction of the intensity compared to now. 

You tried to gather yourself before speaking up but found it difficult to catch your breath. 

“I’ll— I’ll be a good little slut for you,” Even though you felt fear, your words still had bite to them, “Is that what you want to hear?”

You weren’t sure what possessed you at that moment to give Heeseung a hard time, but you liked the surprised reaction you got out of him; it felt fair after he edged you the way he did. 

“On second thought, why don’t I just—“ You dared to sink two fingers into your pussy and began pumping in and out of yourself. Rolling your neck to the side, you moaned softly at the intrusion. 

Heeseung grabbed your wrist and yanked your fingers out of you. It was challenging to put up a fight when he slammed your hands back onto the table and held your arms above you, “Quit being a brat.”

You felt him reach for something on the table but realized it was the thin ribbon when he tied it tightly around your wrist in a knot. 

“Is your cock that needy for me?”

“If we’re gonna talk about needy,” You felt Heeseung’s warm breath against your ear as he curled his fingers into you, “Let’s talk about this tight little cunt.”

Heeseung, you bad boy. 

He was much, much dirtier and meaner than you gave him credit for. He caught on easily to what you liked, when you wanted it, and enjoyed it all the while.

You arched your back off the table. “Mmn— You hate being so sweet, don’t you?”

With one hand holding your trembling thigh open, Heeseung leaned down and spat against your clit. You gasped as your body jolted, head falling back against the table with a thump. You could feel it dribble down into your entrance as he added a third finger and moved faster inside of you, deeper. 

Heeseung watched intently as your chest rose and fell at an irregular rate, feeling you squeeze around his knuckles. 

“Fuck,” You licked at the corner of your lips and continued to mock him, “M-must hate being around such a needy girl like me who’ll use you for all your worth without a second thought—“

“Quiet,” He dug his fingers into the flesh of your cheeks, “Show me that tongue.”

You tilted your chin up and flashed your pink tongue at him without hesitation. That shameless expression of yours, paired with your dewy make-up, made his cock twitch heavily against the table as if you hadn’t just milked him dry. 

“You look like a real pretty mess, baby.”

Heeseung’s cock brushed against you as he leaned in close. With no effort, he spat harshly against your tongue, and the second his saliva hit, your mouth watered. Heeseung chuckled darkly, seeing that your eyes couldn’t have rolled further into your head.

“Yummy?”

You relished his saliva on your tongue and excitedly wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him against your core, “Fuck me.”

He pulled out his fingers and enjoyed the sweet taste of you on them, before kissing you mindlessly.

“That’s more like it, ___.” 

He tugged your ass to the edge of the table, then flipped you onto your stomach, forcing your feet to touch the floor. 

“I have a condom,” He mentioned, running his hand down your spine, and was prepared to reach for one.

“No, let me feel you. I’m on a pill,” You revealed.

Heeseung lazily swiped his fingers back and forth against your folds. “I see how it is….”

“Mm, god,” You pressed your cheek against the table and could hear the rustling of his jeans. 

“You can’t wait for me to fill you up with my hot cum, can you?”

“I can wait all day,” You lied through your teeth, “But clearly someone just likes to take their time— ah!”

You jerked against the table in surprise at the sharp slap of his palm over your ass. His eyes roved over the arch of your back and the curve of your ass appreciatively. 

“I’ll take all the time that I want. Now, be honest.”

Your nails dug into your bound hands; you wanted him inside you so badly. “Fuck….”

Another harsh slap landed against the same cheek.

“You wore this little skirt to show off this tight ass and perfect pussy,” Heeseung snapped his wrist, landing continuous small blows atop your skin that grew harder each time, causing your skin to turn red. “I can do this all night, and I don’t care who comes around that corner.”

He stopped to grip your ass cheeks and watch your flesh bulge over his fingers. Shortly after, Heeseung smacked your ass with the most force he’s used to date, and you couldn’t contain your broken moan. 

“You enjoy being what you are, and you know exactly what that is. Say it.”

Your lip began to sting from how tightly you were biting down on it to stifle your voice. He plunged his fingers back inside of you without warning, and you cried out, tensing around him in need, then he left you empty.

That felt so damn good.

Your plan to rile Heeseung up was indeed working, even though you weren’t sure where it’d lead the two of you. Even though you hadn’t ventured into such extreme dynamics in your sex life, with the way Heeseung submissively fell into step by your side earlier, you were burning to find out if you could take the heat. 

“You—You’re gonna have to make me,” You huffed.

Silence. Then more swishing of fabric.

Heeseung neatly gathered the ends of your hair and looped the strands around his hand until he was sinking his grip into your scalp. His bare chest pressed against your back, and at the same time, his rumbly voice tickled your ear. 

“If we were back at my place, I’d make you do all sorts of things…” The promise in his voice caused your skin to break out in goosebumps, “… But making you admit something as simple as that can certainly be done right now.”

The swollen tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, and there was hardly time to brace yourself when Heeseung eased into you at a begrudgingly slow pace. As he fed his raw cock into you, your walls contracted deliciously around his wide girth.

“Ah!”

“Easy, let me in,” He urged, thrusting in and out of you at a rather sweet tempo; he had yet to bottom out. “How else is my little slut going to get her daily dose of cum?”

A gush of your arousal soaked his length and trickled down your thighs as Heeseung worked you open. 

“So wet but so tight. Maybe I should just—“

He slammed the remaining way in, and pushed you up further onto the table. His hand sank into your hip, so you stayed right where he wanted you. 

“Oh, god!” 

Before you could fully adjust, he began to piston his hips into yours at a ruthless pace that made you drool uncontrollably. You tried to hide your moans, but Heeseung’s hold on your hair made you struggle to steady yourself on your forearms if you didn’t want it to be painful.

Intent on making you work a little, Heeseung guided you to curl up higher onto your elbows and eventually your palms with the slight tug of his fist. Sweat gathered at your temple from the effort of stabilizing yourself. 

His other hand moved from your hip to caress your bouncing tits under your sweatshirt, then smooth over your throat so he could bend you back even further and look you in the eye. 

That was when you realized he was going easy on you. Even with the unceasing thrusts of his cock, you could see him take a moment to tentatively check up on your state of being, and your heart swelled. 

“How’s that feel, baby?” Heeseung swiped at the drool beading along your lips, and you saw him note the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes.  

“So good, I can feel you so, so deep… I can take more,” You insisted. 

The clapping of his hips against your ass began to slow significantly, causing you to draw in a deep, painful breath. 

No, no, no—

“But, I thought you said you’re not my cum slut?” He released your hair as he straightened up, leaving you longing for his warmth against your back. “I just remembered, you’re not my little whore….”

So cruel.

He could feel your pussy fighting to keep him inside, but only his angry red tip remained as you tried to push back against him.

“No, don’t stop!” You begged, “I’m your… your….”

“You’re my what?”

Tears of frustration finally spilled down your cheeks which were burning from embarrassment as you helplessly stared at the blurry wall of the study room. “I’m your fucking cum slut. I’m— I’m your whore—“

You felt his strong hands wrap around your waist and arm to tug you up to sitting. He slid your bound hands over his head so you could cling to his neck as he pressed close to your tear-stained face. 

“Mm,” Heeseung soothed you, kissing your tears away, “And you’re so, so precious to me. You’re all mine, baby— Isn’t that right?”

“Mhm,” You hiccuped against his lips as his thumbs kneaded your puffy nipples, feeling like you were in a roller coaster of a dream.

There wasn’t a gleam of light in his eyes, yet you felt their heat consuming you. It felt natural to be held by him like this, with your sweaty chests pressed together and your ankles hooked at his lower back, breathing each other’s air. 

It never felt like this before, for you.

Heeseung filled you to the brim with his cock once more, “Good girl.”

The mere stretch of his girth had you clenching erratically, and likewise, you had him on the verge of coming a second time which was a feat in itself. Each quick drag of his cock along your walls was a solace; it made his balls spasm, and he found his thrusts growing more chaotic by the second. To be able to feel you uninhibited like this was a pleasure he couldn’t have fathomed, ever. 

“Bet you can’t even imagine how good you’re making my cock feel right now—“

Heeseung was so big, and never even came close to slipping out of you when he’d swiftly wind his hips up only to slam back in. Since his cock made you feel as if you’d burst, his tip kissed the deepest parts of your insides and made you feel completely inundated by his obsession to ruin you.

“Think you’re gonna be able to walk up in front of the class without looking like you got fucked every which way?”

You shook your head vigorously. He loved the way you tugged the damp hair at his nape harshly as a warning and could tell his words were getting to you. 

“I know, baby.”

“H-Heeseung—” You felt your tummy start to tense up, and your clit throb madly, “Ah-aah—”

“That’s it, beautiful—“

There was no need to say a word beyond his name, Heeseung knew you were ready. His deft fingers stroked your sensitive clit with precision, and he watched you come undone on his cock with rapt attention, like the most fascinating visual treat was unfolding before him. 

You were so entrenched in pleasure that you couldn’t utter a single word; white blinded your vision as your head fell back, and you felt Heeseung secure you as you seized around him, toes curling in your sneakers. 

With a yank, the collar of your sweatshirt slipped over your shoulder, and you felt him sink his teeth into the side of your neck— swore you heard a deep growl rip from his throat across your skin. It didn’t hurt at all, it just made you feel so weak. 

Heeseung knew he could count on you going utterly limp, and he stuffed you silly with his cock until his creamy cum spilled and sweetened your insides. His own limbs threatened to give out from the force of his release, but he braced himself over you with heavy pants until you tugged him down, wanting to feel his comforting weight on you. 

He groaned but cherished your embrace and swallowed your pleased sighs with a kiss that made it known you were loved. Heeseung licked over your bruised, glistening skin and murmured your name. 

“I’m really proud of you, baby, I know that was a lot. How do you feel?”

A single groan was your only response as you kept your eyes shut tight from pure exhaustion and bliss. 

“___.” Heeseung insisted on hearing your voice. 

“I’m fantastic…” That earned you a smile from him. 

Satisfied, Heeseung removed your clenched fists from around his neck and held your wrists in place to snap a taut portion of the ribbon with his teeth. The release of pressure was a relief; your skin had subtle marks from the ribbon that would disappear within an hour, but Heeseung rubbed gently at the slight indents while looking you over. 

“I’m not crazy,” Somehow you opened your eyes a smidge, head still pounding with dull pleasure, “You’re crazy.”

He kissed over your wrists and flushed knuckles. “Too crazy…?”

“No. No, I loved it. All of it,” You reassured him, already anticipating aches and pains.

“Was there anywhere I went overboard? You can always tell me, even if you think of something later.”

Heeseung pulled out slowly, and you watched as his warm cum oozed out of your entrance, pooling onto the table by your ass. He wore a teasing smile as he made sure to spread his cum over your pussy and then give it a light slap. 

You shuddered at the sensation. If he wasn’t careful, he’d definitely turn you on again.

“Oh my god. Um, uh…”

You were able to breathe easy when he returned to cleaning you up as gently as possible with a pack of wipes he unearthed from his bag.

“I really liked it all. It’s fun putting up a fight when you boss me around,” He snorted when you playfully tapped under his chin, “I guess you could always stand to be a little meaner to me, Hee.”

“Really? We’ll have to chat about that then,” He proposed.

“Sure… Mm,” You twitched as he dabbed a fresh wipe between your sticky thighs. Heeseung noticed and squeezed your thigh comfortingly.

“Don’t bother trying to move for the next five minutes. I’ll clean up here, then let’s get you something to eat.”

“Okay. Don’t you have work?” While you rearranged your clothing, you glanced out the window overlooking the campus and couldn’t believe the sun had already set. At least a couple of hours must’ve passed. 

Heeseung scurried about the room to gather his shirt and the abused textbooks he’d discarded in the heat of the moment.

“I took today and tomorrow off for finals. I’m all yours.”

Heeseung knew exactly what to say to make your face warm.  

You reached for a macaron off to the side and licked at the filling as your legs dangled over the edge of the tabletop. “Then can we pick up Thai and eat at your place? You still owe me some feedback on my project.”

“Yes. We can do anything you’d like.”

“Can I shower with you and sleep over again?”

Heeseung paused in his tracks and flashed you a knowing smile, “I’d like that a lot.”

You swiped his sweaty bangs away from his brown eyes that somehow still had a touch of naïveté in them and kissed him with a mouthful of buttercream. After several seconds, the books slipped from his grasp onto the floor, but neither of you flinched.

The two of you parted only to stare at each other in heat until you traced at his lower lip and he licked at the tips of your delicate fingers, placing kisses on each one— an ardent expression of devotion blended with desire.

All that you’ve ever wanted.

“Wouldn’t you, baby?”

—

A/N CONT.

Waaah, I loved writing this fic so much, almost as much as I love Heeseung. Please like, reblog or leave feedback if you enjoyed! Comments are always greatly appreciated 💗

For Hee’s characterization, I wanted to capture the different facets of what I think makes him loveable, and I adore how he came to life here. I reworked this fic a lot until I was satisfied. About 5 months has passed since I started working on this, and since then I’ve been working on my career, questioned my life choices because of it, wanted to give up in general, turned 24 (HELP), slept way too much, saw Enha 3x and got a flying kiss from Hee! 😵‍💫

Maybe I’ll share some concert photos bc he’s fucking stunning (they all are) and they put on a sublime performance through and through.

Anyways, I’m still figuring out life like the rest of you are. Woo.

Even though I write fiction and smut for fun, I wanted to make sure this was still a quality read with hopes to inspire more people to write about what fulfills them first and foremost. Before I abruptly left for a while, I felt a weird pressure from this site to perform and it hampered my creativity, making me super self-conscious. I think a lot of people can relate. I don’t want to sweat it though, because that can take the fun out of things.

Thus, any future fic posts will be like today’s; less frequent and more intentional when I’m ready. If you don’t mind that, feel free to stick around for the ride (a lot of you already do understand and I’m grateful). I’ll probably lurk a bit more here again since I’ve always liked Tumblr more than any other platform, you guys are my preferred deranged people heheh.

I did write NIIY so that I can continue Hee’s + MC’s story if I ever wanted to. If you followed me over half a year ago, then you know I lost all my fic drafts. Well, by a fucking miracle, I managed to recover everything just last week from my deleted google drive which is a MAJOR WIN. There’s a pretty obvious hint about what one of my next AU fics might be which was in my old drafts, but I’ll give more of an update of future fics when they’re closer to being finished which is likely months out.

If you ever want writing advice or just wanna talk Enha/recc fics feel free to tag or message me. 🙂⚰️

— P.

[the-kr8tor]

Happy 1 year !!! It went by so fast I didn’t even realize until u mentioned it 😭

Hope u don’t mind me adding an apothecary req to ur pile QwQ

Could I get cardamom + heart shaped bottle of waking up a little past midnight from a nap with hobie ? Lots of snuggles and maybe some random ass cozy 2-4 am activity 🥺

Happy writing! Remember to drink water, eat snacks, and take breaks ❤️ !!!

Thank you for sticking around! Here's your potion, I hope you like it 💕

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), cw suggestive, FLUFF!

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

The metal fan whirs in the background of your shared bedroom. It's warm and humid, almost seethingly hot as you lay side by side with Hobie in deep slumber. Sweat dribbles off your back, moist clinging to the back of your shirt and seeping through the thin bed sheets. You groan, eyes still closed, hand reaching towards him blindly, fingers patting along the sheets to find his warmth. Still half asleep, you huff, unknowingly scrunching your face.

Hobie, also asleep, and yet his spider senses wake him up from your need to be near him. He snorts, foot kicking the blanket off him and onto the foot of the bed. Groaning, he flips himself to face you, eyes closed, he scooches closer to you despite the heat.

Your fingers brush along his bare arm and you instinctively hold onto him like a life preserver. He feels the sweat on your palm, making him crack open one eye in the dark. He sees your uncomfortable expression, and his senses fully wake him up.

“Fuckin' hell.” Hobie whispers, exhaling tiredly, he feels like ice under a heat lamp. You make a sound akin to the start of a sob, he immediately pats your bicep. “Sorry, go back to sleep.”

“It's so hot.” You softly complain, eyes half lidded, frown deepening with every drop of sweat. “I'm dying, Hobie.”

He chuckles, “I know, love, you won't even cuddle me like always.” The crickets outside chirp, summer air blowing right outside the houseboat window.

“If I get anymore near you I'd melt.”

“You always melt when you're near me.”

“That's different,” your tone has a slight lilt of playfulness. “this one is a disgusting kind of melt. The kind where you only see in the gym.”

“The disgusting kind?” His eyes sparkles with amusement.

“Yeah,” you blink away the remaining sleep. “the stinky kind.”

His knuckles brush along your arm, making you flick his elbow. “Ow, what's that for?”

“Too hot.” You say, face shoved into your pillow. “Sorry, I'm sticky, I feel icky, augh.”

“D’you want me to do something ‘bout it, stinky?” He smiles tiredly, fighting off a yawn, hand still atop your arm that you don't brush off.

“Our AC is broken, Hobs, you said it yourself. Unless you use that gorgeous brain of yours to fix it.” You change position, lifting yourself slightly off the mattress, you now face the ceiling, arms away from you like you're about to flap your nonexistent wings. “I'm dying, I'm gonna kill the AC cleaning company for not coming yesterday. I think they're the reason why it's broken. Too much dust.”

“The entire company?” He teases, beaming at you, tapping the pads of his fingers on your warm skin. “That's a bit ambitious innit?”

“I can handle them, ‘fear a woman scorned’ or whatever the saying goes, I'm too hot to remember.” You chuckle at the end.

“I don't think that's how it goes, love.” He slides himself closer to you, skin sticking to your skin. You make a face but don't push him away. His face looms above you, smiling softly, moonlight bathing him in all his glory. “You're right about one thing though,” the pad of his thumbs wipe sweat off your brow, and you do him the favour of wiping the sweat clinging to the tip of his nose. “You are bloody hot.”

You smile at him, leaning closer to his touch while he does the same. “Do you know what's gonna make me hotter?”

“Lingerie—?” You slap his arm. “What? You asked and I answered.” He laughs, palms rubbing the sweat off your temple.

“No!” You shake his shoulders, “the AC finally working and us sleeping peacefully.”

“I agree with the first one, but the second? I can think of other things—” He stops at the sight of your pointed glare. “—I can check it for you. I might be able to fix it.”

You sigh dramatically, like a weight off your shoulders is gone. “Please? I bet a genius like yourself can fix it.”

He fakes a scoff, already lifting himself off the bed, “you don't need to gas me up, love, ‘m already on it.”

“Thank you, the most genius, handsome Spider-Man in the whole universe—” His lips are suddenly on yours, pecking quickly before you could even hold him in place.

“Stay there,” Hobie stands on the foot of the bed, you place your chin on your palms, fluttering your eyelashes like a schoolgirl with a crush. “We're not done yet with our conversation.” He says while walking backwards towards the door.

“Fix it please and we'll have a very long conversation.”

He tilts his head, brow raised, laughing at the double meaning. His own foot betrays him, making him trip on nothing when you wink at him. A wink that is sub-par due to your lack of sleep, but it has him weak nonetheless. With a click of the door, your head hits the pillow once again, trying to survive the heat.

It must've been a good fifteen minutes since Hobie left but it felt like the most excruciating hours for you. Your pajama shorts and shirt have basically melted into one with the bedsheets, and yet you keep dozing off despite it. The roar of the AC finally starting has your skin jumping from your body, and you hear a faint cheer from somewhere around the houseboat.

You smile softly as cool air finally billows out, a cold breeze hitting your moist skin. Sighing, you comfortably adjust yourself on the bed, cheek squished on the pillow, eyes drifting off— Until the bed dips and you open your eyes to a very smug yet happy Hobie. He waits for your thank yous with a lopsided smile, he's clearly proud of himself.

“Do you accept payments in cuddles?” You murmur, arm already reaching up towards him, fingers beckoning him over.

Hobie acts as if he's thinking long and hard about his decision. “Am I free to negotiate?”

You shake your head with a smile, giggling against the pillow that smells like him. “Nope.”

He plops himself next to you, arm sliding under you, lifting you off the bed effortlessly to be placed on top of him. You laugh, immediately, placing your head on his chest. His arms envelope you, fingers kneading the small of your back. Meanwhile you cup his jaw, giving sleepy kisses until you're both satisfied.

“This is the best form of payment,” you say against his skin, eyes closing, sighing in content. You expect a rhetoric or a sarcastic reply from him but all you get from him are soft snores. “Thank you, Hobie.” You join him in dreamland, comfortable and cozy in his arms.

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: modern au; drugs; use of gendered pet name ("good girl")

Stoner!Ace, your college study buddy Luffy's hot older brother who seems to never have a shirt on whenever you're over. Tonight, you're supposed to be helping Luffy study for your chem midterm, but for some reason he's nowhere to be found, his cell phone still sitting on the kitchen counter, leaving you and Ace all alone. Ace smells like saltwater and sweat and a little bit of rum-spiced cologne, and his smile feels as bright as a thousand suns as he stands just a little too close to you, all sweet words and gentle teasing, as you shift from foot to foot, trying to ignore the heated feeling building in your core.

“Why don’t you come down to the basement?” he asks, as he places a hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the staircase, not even giving you an option to say no. “I was just watching a movie, I’ll keep you company until Luffy gets back.”

You sit next to him on the two-seater couch, something completely unimportant playing on the TV--not that you can focus on it anyway, as Ace seems to take up every bit of space next to you, his hip pressing against yours, his eyes drifting over every inch of your body. As you both pretend to watch the screen, his hand moves closer and closer to your thigh, his finger now absentmindedly rubbing against the seam of your jeans.

“Oh hey—do you mind?” he asks after a few more torturous moments of letting his hand wander, gesturing towards the bong sitting on the side table.

You shake your head, and watch him, fascinated, as he raises it to his lips, his dark eyes observing you the entire time as he lights and takes a hit. He blows the smoke into the air, and you follow it as it drifts upwards to the low ceiling and spreads over the two of you like a little stormcloud, giving him an opportunity to run his fingers up your arm as you’re distracted.

“So, you ever get high before?” he asks, grinning at you as he bites his lower lip, staring at you intently through dark lashes.

“Never,” you say just above a whisper as your eyes settle on his, and you feel yourself flood with heat at the glimmer of hunger in his gaze.

"You know, if you wanna try it, I could shotgun a little into your mouth," he purrs as his arm drapes over the couch behind you, his fingers grazing the top of your shoulder. “You won’t even get that high.”

Before you know it, you're on your knees in front of him on the floor (the angle is better this way, he swears), his one heated hand under your chin tilting your head up to look at him.

"Now," he coos as he runs his thumb over your lips, his skin warm to the touch, "remember what I said, okay?"

"When you blow...I suck," you murmur.

He grins, a quiet groan escaping him. "There’s a good girl."

[minorisato]

bind

pokemon / NA / wc: 751 / warnings: NA / notes: this was one of my submissions for the @pokepodproject ! you can also read it on my ao3. / consider commissioning me!

Angie shivered, a cold gust of air hitting her face, blowing her hair back. She adjusted her hoodie, where it had previously been half undone it was now zipped all the way, though in reality, it did little to help fend off the chill.

That's just how cold fronts are, she supposed. It's a bit frustrating- it's not like she's in Unova. Cold weather isn't exactly common where she is. She definitely isn't prepared for it- and neither is her Pinsir, Jax.

It was just sad. Jax would normally walk alongside her- some would walk with Growlithes or Lillipups, but Angie had always loved bug types. Of course she would want Jax, her treasured ace, to walk alongside her. The weather, though, seemed to have other plans. Pinsirs are known to live in warmer areas, and the reason why is very simple- they can't move when it gets too cold. Yes, while Jax would normally trot along right at Angie's side, the cold weather made this an impossibility. Instead, he would stay in his Pokeball while Angie walked between buildings, and, if a bus was exceptionally warm, he might get let out then, too.

It was frustrating for Angie, who missed spending time with her friend, and it was clearly starting to effect Jax as well- he didn't like being stuck inside his Pokeball, and Angie could see why. If she was trapped in a small ball all day, she'd get pretty antsy, too. He had to get out! Stretch his legs! Move around a little! But the cold air was complicating things for the both of them.

When one day, on a bus, (which was sadly too cold for Jax to be let out,) Angie noticed something. Or, moreso, multiple somethings.

Jolteon in a scarf.

Rockruff with paw gloves.

Manectric in a little jacket.

These sorts of things, they were made for small, four-legged Pokemon. They were few and far between for larger Pokemon, (and usually intended for winged dragon types when they did appear,) and there were certainly not any for a Pokemon of Pinsir's stature. But, hey, what if Angie could improvise?

After finishing her classes for the day, Angie returned to the bus, and found it warm enough that she could reasonably let Jax out of his Pokeball.

"Pin?" Jax let out questioningly, stretching his limbs and flexing his horns as he looked up at Angie.

Angie smiled down at him, petting the spot between his horns. "We're just gonna make one little extra stop. We'll be back home soon."

"Siiiiir," Jax says, sounding moderately displeased.

"I know," Angie sighs, moving to carefully scratch right below one of his horns, which he seemed to enjoy, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. "You'll like this, though. You'll have fun."

Angie and Jax enjoyed sitting together in the warm bus while they had the opportunity, though it didn't last all too long, as soon enough, the bus pulled up to the stop Angie had been waiting for. With a quick apology and one last pet, Angie returned Jax to his Pokeball. She'd make this walk as quick as she possibly could- she already took the bus as close as she could get, so it's just a short walk left. Just a little longer.

Finally, it came into view. A used goods store.

Upon stepping inside, Angie was immediately hit by blessedly warm air, and she quickly reached for Jax's Pokeball. Immediately upon coming out, he seemed happy about how warm it was, though confused about the location. He let out a questioning noise, using an arm to gesture to the entirety of the store, as though to ask what's up with this?

"Surprise!" Angie smiles, also reaching out, showing off the store as if it was a new car on a Unovan gameshow. "We're buying you clothes!"

"Pin?!" Jax asks, seeming surprised.

"We need to get you some warm clothes," Angie tells him, "so that you can hang out even when it's cold."

"Pins-sir?" Jax questions.

Angie glances away a bit nervously, though still, she smiles at him. "Well, no, they're human clothes. They don't really make Pokemon clothes that would fit you," Angie explains. "But it's okay! We'll find something really cute for you!"

"Pi-pin," Jax says, pressing it's horns into Angie's side. Not clamping down, just a gentle headbutt, as though in imitation of a nuzzle.

Angie chuckles, petting the bug type's head. "I love you too, buddy. Let's get you something warm to wear."

[twistedroseytoesy]

Types of weather they are

no good reason to make this. Just wanted to share what weather I associate with what twst characters. Started this at like midnight so honestly no idea where this came from.

Heartslabyul

Riddle: he gives the vibes of a distant thunderstorm. The dark grey Floyd’s coming closer with streaks of beautiful light brightening them for a few seconds. Scary, but beautiful form a distance.

trey: a nice spring day. Just after it has rained. The air is fresh and clean, and the flowers are dripping with sweet raindrops and nectar. The bright sunshine through the parting clouds.

cater: a warm summer day with clouds. The brilliant almost burning sunshine with a few large clouds to give relief for moments of fun. Warm and sometimes blinding but worth it.

ace: a windy, sunny day. Some like it, others don’t. Can be annoying when trying to walk against it and the wind likes to knock your hat off at times. Then again it’s wonderful to play in and fly a kite, being carefree as the wind blows your problems away for a bit.

Deuce: summer wind. A type of wind that can carry a sense of adventure, a type of wind that calls you to go out and do something! The type of wind that rolls along beaches in reckless abandon or gently ruffles one’s hair. A type of wind that can become violent and tear out trees, or help cool you down on a blazing day.

Savanaclaw

Leona: a dust devil. A raging pillar of wind and dust, sand or dirt. Usually alone and far from others if there is multiple. Something that can cause damage but usually is in a space where nothing will get hurt. A powerful force of wind, moving in a lazy track along a field or open space. The potential is there it just doesn’t do much usually.

Ruggie: playful spring wind. A type of wind that caries warmth with it. The smell of busy bugs and nature. The type of wind to swirl around buildings, creating swirling spots of trash and dust, sometimes carrying pollen to cover everything in its path. A playful wind that comes and goes as it pleases. Sometimes strong to give a push but usually just passing by.

jack: fall cloud cover. The type that you welcome on those evenings. The smell of winter on the horizon as the cold starts to come in. When the cloud cover comes it’s steady and strong for days, never raining, yet still provides enough light for the days. A blanket of warmth protecting your little spot until it moves on. Gentle and comforting, yet dark and gloomy to those unfamiliar with what it provides.

Octavinelle

Azul: snow flurries. Something so seemingly soft and sweet. Gentle snow and beautiful snowflakes. Easy to walk in and around with. Loved and adored around the holidays. Yet a flurrie can become harsh, with winds suddenly spurring and the soft snow fall now cutting and stinging one’s skin. Having to hide away from the sudden turn and conditions. Same with azul. He’s a gentlemen when respected but once crossed or once you break a contract that’s when things turn for the worst.

jade: blizzard cold and harsh, deadly to those unprepared or stranded in its grasp. Leaving behind a beautiful landscape of snow in its wake. Harsh winds and heavy snow cover everything in sight. Blinding yet necessary for the winter months. Helpful to cover and blanket the world in winter, but dangerous and beautiful. Does it’s own thing and nothing can stop it.

Floyd: a fucking water spout. Can appear near instantly over the turbulent sea. A roaring jet of a tornado over the water, dragging and throwing anything that gets too close. Powerful but rare near the shores. Beautiful in its chaotic nature, but short lived like Floyd’s mood swings.

Scarabia

Kalim: A spring time rainbow. This bundle of joy at NRC glows bright even when things look a bit down. Bringing smiles to others faces is what he thrives for and what better to do that than a rainbow right after it has rained. The sunlight shining off the glittering raindrops and refracting into beautiful colors.

Jamil: gentle fall rain. A type of rain that is hypnotic in how it falls so gently. Dulling the colors of fall for a spell. Lulling you to come out and join the falling water, to splash in the small puddles as the rain gently falls. The cold only seeps in one out of its gentle hold. Suddenly feeling frozen and stiff. Interesting in the moment but be wary of what might happen.

Pomefiore

Vil: moonbow. Not necessarily a type of weather but a beautiful and ethereal type of sky light phenomenon that seemed very fitting for his beauty. A rare glow of a full moon of off just enough water to create a faint rainbow, awing any who are able to see it on those clear nights.

Rook: fall wind. A type of wind that carry’s a chill of winter. That sheds the leaves off of trees as colors change. A wind that treads carefully along the wooded areas, rustling the very leaves it helps fall. A type of wind that follows but never pushes. Observes the world and flows through the forests to tell the tales of the time before it grew colder. Enhancing beauty at times and softly flowing around homes.

Epel: southern rain spurts. Being a southern speakin boy a common southern weather condition seemed fitting. His bursts of anger showering down on those who thought he was cute. Drenching those not prepared for the 5 minutes of buckets he’ll dump on them.

Ignihyde

Idia: heavy morning fog. A type of fog that is heavy, dulling the senses and enhancing fear and anxiety’s. A fog that makes one feel heavy and lethargic. It’s easier to stay inside when you can’t even see the world past 5 feet in-front of you.

ortho: winter sunshine. A bright and bubbly kind soul among the cold atmosphere of NRC. Blinding at times when one isn’t prepared for the glare off of the snow. But the glittering of the snow and the rays that shine through the snowy treetops. Makes one smile and want to watch the cold outside from the safety inside. Maybe go sledding with friends as the sun shines it’s dazzling cool rays on the frozen earth.

Diasomnia

Malleus: day lightening. A very rare and dangerous phenomenon. Yet when one is able to see it, it is beyond awe inspiring. The flash of light from seemingly nowhere is magical and bright. Making many afraid of its power. But to those who don’t fear it, will find so much beauty in how brightly it will shine despite the sun out and making other lights seem lesser. Even if it’s just once, it’s still enough to dazzle any.

lilia: a light lightening storm at night. Beautiful and bizarre. Flashing lightning across the pitch sky. The rain falling gently to a melody of the world and lightning casting crazy shadow that can scare or fascinate. For those who are up they can enjoy the storm from a roofed gazebo, feeling the ancient calm of a storm from a safe space.

silver: aurora borealis. Had to do it. This phenomenon happens often in the poles of the world. Only seen when the nights are open and cold. Beautiful swirling colors like that of a dream. Lulling you, caking you to join them in blissful floating among the sky. To dream of their vibrant colors and to swim in them in the sky of your dreams. A calming sky light for a calming and sleepy man.

Sebek: summer thunder storm. All bark not much bite. You’ll see streaks of light and hear the thunder but no lightning will show itself out of the clouds. Very loud but interesting weather.

Staff

Crowley: tornado. This man is a complete disaster waiting to happen. Causing chaos in his wake and laving others to pick up the mess. Very few times he actually is helpful to those he demands asks graciously for assistance. Causes havoc and mayhem at the best of times. Looks cool at least.

Crewel: light morning fog. A type of fog that seemed so heavy and thick it will never go away. But with patience and time it will evaporate to reveal a few covered wonderland. Gentle droplets covering every surface causing a crystal like shine from everything on those beautiful mornings. With patience and obedience, you can do great things and he knows that many have that potential. He rewards and punishes as he sees fit.

Trein: summer cloud cover. Biggest kill joy to any summer day. It can be nice to not be roasted by the sun. But for many the cloud cover threatens rain and ruins many outdoor plans of fun.

Vargas: wind storm. Strong gusts pushing one around, pushing those going with it to go faster and pulling those who go against it. A strong and dangerous weather type for a strong yet unstable dangerous coach. Pushing those in his class to just keep going no matter what.

Sam: night rain. Dark puddles of unknown depth, covered lights that require protection against the creeping darkness and limited sight. A rain that can be comforting or hostile. Kind or mean, a type of rain that can pick anyone up, wash away their cares for a moment. Gentle and alluring, but be wary of what the rain will bring.

Grim: fire tornado/ fire devil. Arson cat. Only happens when there is already a fire. He just makes situations worse most of the time. Causes chaos and is dangerous in most cases. Better hope you’ve got some good fire fighters/ yuu to calm him down.

[keeper-of-all-the-random-things]

5. IN SICKNESS

Whumptober | No. 2 Delirium | Alt. 9 Drugging

In which Sam acquires some answers and many questions.

Previous | Next

*****

“Hey Sam! Wake up!  You’re going to be late.”  Victoria gives the obligatory knock before letting herself into Sam’s room.  She gives the room a quick scan.  “I keep forgetting what a nerd you are.”

Sam uncurls himself from his comforter to glare at his sister.  “I’m awake.  You can go now.”

“I’m going, I’m going.  No need to be a sourpuss.  We’re leaving in twenty.”

“Don’t remind me.”  Sam flips the comforter back over his head.  

“You can’t bail,” Victoria says.  “They chose you to ‘herald in the new class’, give a gloriously wordy speech about the honor of attending and –” 

“I got it!  Get out!”

*****

Sam is led down a dark hallway lit with strobing neon lights.

Nicky turns to him seriously and shouts over the music.  “Don’t blow it, okay!  I chose you to be my wingman for a reason.  Help me talk to Carmin!”

“Why do you need a wingman?”

“Have you met me?”  Nicky pauses for Sam to nod his agreement.

They push through a faceless crowd.  Sam spots Victoria dancing with their father.

“Hey Sam!” she calls.

Nicky does burpees in the middle of the floor.  “Hey!  Sam!”

Strangers pass and compete for his attention.

The room spins.

“Sam!”

*****

Sam woke in someone else’s bed, wearing someone else’s clothes.  He laid still, waiting for his memory to wake up too.

He looked around for a clue.

Clean navy sheets, a plain floor lamp, a dresser and nightstand, light grey walls.  It looked more like a show room than a living space.

“Like what you see?”

Sam sat up fast, then regretted the movement as his head spun.  “Jesus Christ.”

“Close, but no.”  Thomas leaned against the doorframe.  The air of menace he carried in the copse lost its edge when surrounded by furniture store neatness. 

“Where are we, Ikea?”

“Yes.”

“Wait, really?”

“No.  Why would we be there?  I swear, the APEs have lost their touch.”  Thomas turned to leave.

“Wait!  Who are the apes?”

“Get up.  I’m not having this conversation from the door.”  Thomas left before Sam could say anything else.

Sam got up slowly and was surprised to find Thomas waiting a few paces down the hall.

“Didn’t want you wasting time wandering around,” Thomas said.

They passed through several rooms, each painted in earth tones and made up in impeccable neatness.

“People live here?”  Sam asked.

“Just one.”

“The Steal,” Sam guessed.  “No wonder he’s the Bringer of Evils.  This place is dismal.”

Thomas stopped in the kitchen, a monstrosity of marble and steel, and motioned for Sam to sit at the island.  Thomas stood across from him, leaning against the sink, arms folded across his chest.

“How long was I …”  Sam started, picking at invisible lint on his borrowed shirt.

“A day and a half.  Is something wrong with your clothes?”

“Yes.  I mean … these aren’t mine.”  

“No.”

Sam stared expectantly at Thomas.

“These are better for sleeping,” was the only answer Thomas gave.

That was maddeningly unhelpful, but Sam had more pressing questions and didn’t want to press his luck asking about his clothes.

“Tell me about the ACE,” he said.

“ACEs.  There have been thirteen over the last five years.  ‘Assumed Chosen Entities’.”  Thomas scoffed.

“Thirteen?”

“Yes.  You’re not special.  Just one of the many the APEs send to do their dirty work.”

“Why?  How do they choose?”

“I don’t know,” Thomas said, though Sam sensed he knew more than he would say.

“Why me?”  Sam mused.

“The eternal question.”

“And you!  What do you have to do with all this?”

“Nothing good,” Thomas said mildly.

Sam waited for Thomas to elaborate, but they seemed to be at the end of that conversation.  Sam was left with more questions than he started with.  He sighed and tried for levity.  “Do you keep food in here or are the appliances just for show?

Thomas answered by warming a pot of chicken broth on the stove.  

Sam tried to organize the little information he’d been given.  There were too many holes.  He didn’t trust the Agency, and he wasn’t sure of Thomas yet.

“I was asleep for a long time,”  he said cautiously.

“Yes.”  Thomas held Sam’s eye as he handed over a mug of broth.

Sam sipped the liquid without blinking.  He was already too far into this mess to be properly worried.  He shivered as the broth warmed him.  Despite having slept all the previous day, he felt a deep weariness creeping into his body.  His vision wavered as he tried to pull Thomas into focus.

That answered one question.

“What'd you put in this?” he asked, tongue heavy.

Thomas stared at the floor.

“Thomas!”  Sam gasped as warm liquid spilled off the table into his lap.  he cut his fingers grasping uselessly at the sharp remains of the mug.

“You’ll do better next time,” Thomas said.

The world tilted as Sam hit the floor.

[bsairtechmumbai]

What to Expect During Your AC Repair Service in Borivali

Air conditioning is no longer a luxury; it’s a necessity, especially in places like Borivali, where the humid and warm climate makes staying cool essential for comfort. However, like any appliance, your air conditioner may experience issues from time to time that require professional attention. Understanding the process of AC repair can make the experience smoother and help you know exactly what to expect. In this article, we will take you through the steps and things to expect during your AC repair service in Borivali.

1. Initial Assessment by the Technician

When you contact an AC repair service in Borivali, the first step is typically the technician's arrival and an initial assessment of the AC unit. During this phase, the technician will thoroughly inspect the AC system to identify any issues.

Key Aspects of Initial Assessment:

Listening to Your Concerns: A good technician will first ask you about any symptoms or issues you've noticed with your AC. For example, is it blowing warm air? Is it leaking water? Are there strange noises? This helps them understand the potential cause of the problem and narrow down their diagnostics.

Visual Inspection: The technician will carefully inspect the external components of your air conditioner. This includes checking the air filters, coils, refrigerant levels, ductwork, and other key components that may influence performance.

Internal Inspection: For split AC units, they will examine both the indoor and outdoor units. This could involve opening the unit to check for any visible damage, wear, or blockages.

During this inspection, the technician will begin diagnosing the issue. They may ask you for more information on how long the problem has been occurring and if you have previously had any maintenance done. This helps in making an accurate assessment.

2. Diagnostic Report and Estimated Costs

After the initial inspection, the technician will provide you with a diagnostic report outlining the specific issue(s) with your AC. Based on their findings, they will give you an estimate of the repair costs and the time it will take to fix the issue.

Key Points to Expect:

Transparency in Pricing: A trustworthy service provider will give you a clear breakdown of the cost involved in the repairs. This should include labor charges, cost of any replacement parts, and any other associated fees. It's important to ensure that there are no hidden charges. If the issue requires a significant part replacement (like the compressor or fan motor), the technician should inform you about the cost in advance.

Timeframe for Repairs: Depending on the complexity of the issue, the technician will also provide you with an estimated time for how long the repairs will take. For minor issues, the repair could be completed in a few hours, while major repairs or part replacements might take a day or longer.

Approval Before Proceeding: The technician should not begin any work without your approval. If the cost of the repairs is higher than expected, they should offer alternatives, such as repair versus replacement, and help you make an informed decision.

3. The Repair Process

Once you approve the estimated costs and timeframe, the technician will begin the repair process. The repair will vary depending on the problem identified during the diagnostic phase. Here's a breakdown of some common repairs:

Common AC Repairs:

Cleaning and Replacing Filters: Clogged filters are one of the most common reasons for poor AC performance. The technician may clean or replace the filters to improve airflow and efficiency.

Fixing Refrigerant Leaks: If the technician identifies a refrigerant leak, they will need to locate and seal the leak. Afterward, they will recharge the system with the proper amount of refrigerant. Low refrigerant can cause the AC to blow warm air, and addressing this will restore its cooling efficiency.

Fixing Thermostat Issues: If the thermostat is faulty or inaccurate, it can affect the overall performance of your AC unit. The technician will either recalibrate or replace the thermostat to restore proper temperature regulation.

Cleaning Coils and Condenser: Dirty evaporator or condenser coils can restrict airflow and reduce cooling performance. The technician will clean the coils to ensure the AC works efficiently.

Repairing or Replacing the Compressor: The compressor is one of the most critical components of an air conditioner. If it's malfunctioning or damaged, the technician may either repair it or suggest replacing it with a new one. A broken compressor often means your AC will no longer produce cold air, and replacing it is usually an expensive repair.

Addressing Ductwork Leaks: Leaks in the ductwork can lead to a loss of cool air, reducing the efficiency of your AC. If the technician identifies any leaks, they will seal them to improve cooling and energy efficiency.

During the repair process, the technician will have access to various tools and equipment to perform the necessary tasks. These include screwdrivers, gauges, leak detectors, and cleaning materials. It’s important that these tools are used professionally and safely to avoid causing any further damage to your AC unit.

4. Testing and Final Inspection

Once the repairs are completed, the technician will perform a series of tests to ensure that the AC is working properly. This is a crucial part of the repair service, as it helps ensure that the problem has been fixed and that your air conditioner will continue to operate smoothly.

What to Expect:

System Check: The technician will turn on your AC and check its cooling performance. They will monitor the airflow, temperature, and noise levels to ensure everything is functioning properly.

Final Diagnostics: They may run additional diagnostic tests to ensure that all components are working as they should. This could include checking refrigerant levels, ensuring no leaks, and verifying that the AC is cycling correctly.

Feedback and Suggestions: If the technician notices any potential issues that could arise in the future, they will provide suggestions for further maintenance or repairs. For example, if certain components are showing signs of wear and tear, they might recommend replacing them to prevent future breakdowns.

5. Completion and Cleanup

Once the AC is fully repaired and tested, the technician will inform you that the service is complete. They will review the work performed and the charges with you before leaving. It’s important to ensure that the technician cleans up any debris or parts left from the repair process.

What to Expect:

Final Payment: You will be required to make the final payment for the repair services. Ensure that you receive a detailed invoice that includes a breakdown of the costs, including labor, parts, and any additional charges.

Post-Service Care: A reputable AC repair service provider will often offer post-repair support or warranties. This ensures that if the problem arises again soon after the repair, you can call them for a follow-up inspection or additional repairs under warranty.

Maintenance Tips: After completing the repair, the technician may provide you with maintenance tips to keep your AC running efficiently. This could include regular cleaning, checking refrigerant levels, and scheduling periodic inspections.

6. Why Choose AC Repair Service in Borivali?

When choosing an AC repair service in Borivali, you want a team that offers expertise, reliability, and excellent customer service. A locally based service provider like BS Air Tech ensures quick response times and familiarity with the specific air conditioning needs of the region.

Choosing a professional service ensures:

Experienced technicians who can diagnose and fix any AC-related problem.

Access to the best replacement parts and high-quality service.

A guarantee that your air conditioner will be restored to full functionality with minimal downtime.

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Emergency Air Conditioning Repair Services in Pinellas County

When the Florida heat hits, especially in Pinellas County, having a reliable air conditioning system is crucial. The blistering sun and high humidity levels can make your home unbearable without a functioning AC. But what happens when your air conditioner breaks down unexpectedly? That's where emergency air conditioning repair services in Pinellas County come in.

Why You Need Emergency AC Repair

Air conditioning systems often fail when you need them the most, such as during the hottest days of the year. When this happens, it's not just an inconvenience—it can also be a health concern, especially for the elderly, children, and those with medical conditions. Emergency AC repair ensures that your system is up and running quickly to restore comfort and safety to your home.

Some of the top reasons you may need emergency AC repair include:

AC not cooling: If your AC is blowing warm air, it's a sign that something is wrong, and immediate attention is required.

Strange noises: Grinding, squealing, or banging noises can indicate a serious issue with your system's components.

Leaking refrigerant: A refrigerant leak not only reduces your system's efficiency but can also pose environmental and health risks.

Electrical issues: If your AC frequently trips the breaker or won’t turn on, it could be due to faulty wiring, which is a fire hazard.

Frozen coils: This issue can prevent your system from cooling properly and may lead to more significant problems if not addressed promptly.

What to Expect from Emergency AC Repair Services

When you need emergency air conditioning repair in Pinellas County, you want a service that responds quickly and provides effective solutions. A good emergency AC repair company offers:

24/7 availability: AC problems can arise at any time, day or night. Emergency services should be available around the clock to handle any situation.

Rapid response time: The faster a technician arrives at your home, the sooner your AC can be repaired. Top companies understand the urgency and prioritize emergency calls.

Experienced technicians: Only skilled professionals should handle emergency repairs, as they can quickly diagnose and fix the problem, reducing downtime and potential damage to your system.

Transparent pricing: Emergency repairs shouldn’t come with hidden fees. A reputable service provider offers clear, upfront pricing, even for after-hours calls.

Choosing the Right Emergency AC Repair Service in Pinellas County

With so many options for emergency AC repair, it’s essential to choose a reliable and experienced company. Here are a few things to look for when selecting a service provider:

Licensing and certification: Ensure that the company is licensed to operate in Florida and that their technicians are certified to work on air conditioning systems.

Customer reviews: Check online reviews to see what previous customers have to say about their experience with the company. A high number of positive reviews is often a good indicator of reliable service.

Availability of parts: A good emergency AC repair service has access to a wide range of replacement parts, allowing them to fix issues quickly without waiting for orders to arrive.

Warranty on repairs: Reputable companies stand behind their work, offering warranties on repairs to give you peace of mind.

Benefits of Regular Maintenance

While emergency AC repair services are essential for unexpected breakdowns, regular maintenance can help prevent many issues from occurring in the first place. Scheduling routine check-ups and tune-ups ensures your system runs efficiently and catches small problems before they turn into major repairs.

Pinellas County’s hot and humid climate can put extra strain on your air conditioning unit, making regular maintenance even more critical. Consider signing up for a maintenance plan with a trusted local HVAC company to keep your system in top shape year-round.

Final Thoughts

Whether you're in Clearwater, St. Petersburg, or Largo, having access to reliable emergency air conditioning repair services in Pinellas County is vital. With a trusted local HVAC company on speed dial, you can have peace of mind knowing that help is available whenever your AC system fails.

Don't let a broken air conditioner ruin your day. Contact a professional emergency AC repair service to get your home cool and comfortable again quickly!

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Air Conditioning Tune-Up in Houston, TX: Why It's Essential for Your System's Health

Living in Houston, TX, means dealing with hot, humid weather for a good portion of the year. As a homeowner, your air conditioning system is your lifeline to staying comfortable when temperatures soar. To ensure your system operates efficiently and reliably, scheduling a regular air conditioning tune-up is crucial. In this blog, we'll explore the importance of an AC tune-up in Houston, the benefits it brings, and why it's a smart investment for any homeowner.

Why You Need an Air Conditioning Tune-Up in Houston, TX

Houston’s intense heat and humidity put significant strain on air conditioning systems, often causing them to work harder than normal. A regular air conditioning tune-up in Houston, TX is essential to keep your system in top shape, especially before the start of the peak cooling season. This preventive maintenance service helps your AC perform efficiently, saves energy, and reduces the risk of a mid-summer breakdown.

Here are some key reasons why an AC tune-up is vital:

Maximizes Efficiency: Over time, dirt, dust, and debris can accumulate in your air conditioner, causing it to lose efficiency. During a tune-up, the system is cleaned, inspected, and adjusted to ensure it operates at peak performance, which helps lower energy consumption.

Prevents Costly Breakdowns: A tune-up allows HVAC technicians to catch small issues before they escalate into costly repairs. Identifying and fixing these problems early can prevent a major breakdown when you need your AC the most.

Extends Equipment Lifespan: Regular tune-ups help reduce the wear and tear on your air conditioning system, allowing it to last longer. This means you won't have to worry about replacing your AC unit prematurely, saving you money in the long run.

Improves Air Quality: Your air conditioning system doesn’t just cool your home—it also helps filter the air. A tune-up includes changing air filters and cleaning components that can improve indoor air quality by reducing allergens, dust, and pollutants.

Maintains Warranty: Many manufacturers require regular maintenance, including annual tune-ups, to keep the warranty valid. Skipping this service could void your warranty, leaving you responsible for the full cost of repairs or replacement.

What Does an Air Conditioning Tune-Up in Houston, TX Include?

A professional air conditioning tune-up in Houston, TX involves a thorough inspection and maintenance of your system. Here’s what you can expect during a typical tune-up:

Inspection of Key Components: A licensed HVAC technician will inspect all major components of your AC system, including the compressor, evaporator coils, condenser, and blower motor, to ensure everything is functioning properly.

Cleaning the Coils: Dirty coils reduce your system’s ability to cool your home efficiently. During the tune-up, both the evaporator and condenser coils are cleaned to enhance heat transfer and cooling efficiency.

Checking Refrigerant Levels: Low refrigerant levels can cause your AC to blow warm air or lead to ice buildup on the coils. The technician will check refrigerant levels and ensure there are no leaks in the system.

Thermostat Calibration: Your thermostat plays a crucial role in controlling your AC system. During the tune-up, the technician will calibrate the thermostat to ensure it accurately measures and controls your home’s temperature.

Lubricating Moving Parts: Moving parts such as the blower motor and fan require proper lubrication to prevent friction, reduce wear and tear, and ensure smooth operation.

Inspecting Electrical Components: Loose or damaged electrical connections can cause your AC system to malfunction. The technician will inspect the wiring, tighten connections, and test the system’s electrical components for safety and reliability.

Clearing the Condensate Drain: A clogged condensate drain can lead to water damage or mold growth. The technician will clear the drain line to ensure proper drainage and prevent any moisture-related issues.

Air Filter Replacement: The air filter plays a vital role in keeping your system running efficiently and maintaining good indoor air quality. During the tune-up, the technician will replace or clean the air filter to improve airflow and filtration.

How Often Should You Schedule an Air Conditioning Tune-Up in Houston?

Given the demands placed on air conditioning systems in Houston, TX, it’s recommended to schedule an air conditioning tune-up at least once a year—preferably in the spring, before the summer heat arrives. However, if your AC runs year-round, which is common in Houston, you might benefit from biannual maintenance—once in the spring and again in the fall.

Regular tune-ups help ensure that your system is ready for the long cooling season ahead and that any potential issues are addressed before they become serious.

The Benefits of an Air Conditioning Tune-Up in Houston, TX

Investing in an annual AC tune-up offers several benefits, from saving money on energy bills to enhancing your home’s comfort. Here’s how a tune-up can make a big difference:

Lower Energy Bills: A well-maintained air conditioner operates more efficiently, using less energy to cool your home. This results in lower utility bills, especially during the peak cooling season when your AC is working hard.

Enhanced Comfort: A properly tuned-up AC system cools your home more effectively, keeping your living spaces consistently comfortable even during the hottest days of summer. You’ll avoid uneven temperatures and enjoy better airflow throughout your home.

Fewer Emergency Repairs: By identifying and addressing potential issues during a tune-up, you can avoid unexpected breakdowns and expensive emergency repairs. Regular maintenance helps you stay ahead of problems and keep your system running smoothly.

Environmentally Friendly: An efficient air conditioning system consumes less energy, which reduces your home’s carbon footprint. Regular tune-ups help your AC operate at its most energy-efficient level, making it an eco-friendly choice.

Peace of Mind: Knowing that your AC system has been professionally inspected and maintained gives you peace of mind, especially during the hot summer months. You can rest easy knowing your system is ready to handle Houston’s extreme heat.

Finding the Right HVAC Company for an Air Conditioning Tune-Up in Houston, TX

When it comes to scheduling an air conditioning tune-up in Houston, TX, it’s important to choose a reputable and experienced HVAC service provider. Here are a few tips for finding the right company:

Experience and Reputation: Look for a company with a strong track record of providing quality HVAC services in the Houston area. Reading online reviews and asking for referrals from friends and family can help you find a trusted provider.

Licensed and Insured Technicians: Always hire licensed and insured HVAC technicians to ensure the work is done to industry standards and that you’re protected in case of any issues.

Transparent Pricing: Choose a company that offers clear, upfront pricing for their tune-up services. Avoid companies that offer extremely low prices, as this can sometimes be a sign of subpar service or hidden fees.

Customer Service: A good HVAC company should provide excellent customer service, be responsive to your inquiries, and be willing to explain the tune-up process and answer any questions you may have.

Conclusion

A regular air conditioning tune-up in Houston, TX is essential for keeping your AC system running efficiently, reducing energy costs, and avoiding unexpected breakdowns. By investing in professional maintenance, you can extend the lifespan of your system, improve indoor air quality, and enjoy greater comfort during Houston’s sweltering summers.

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Top-Notch Air Conditioning Repair Services: Why Dana’s Air Conditioning is the B

est Choice

When your air conditioning system breaks down, especially during the hot summer months, it can disrupt your comfort and daily activities.Air Conditioning Repair Finding a reliable and experienced air conditioning repair service is crucial to getting your system back up and running. Dana's Air Conditioning offers exceptional repair services designed to ensure your home remains cool and comfortable, even in extreme heat.

Why Choose Dana’s Air Conditioning for Your AC Repairs?

Here are a few reasons why Dana’s Air Conditioning stands out as the best choice for air conditioning repair services:

1. Expertise and Experience Dana’s Air Conditioning boasts a team of highly trained and certified technicians who specialize in diagnosing and repairing various types of air conditioning systems. Whether it’s a minor issue or a complete system breakdown, their expertise ensures that the problem is fixed quickly and efficiently.

2. Prompt and Reliable Service Dana’s Air Conditioning understands how important it is to have a fully functional AC system, especially during peak summer months. They offer same-day repair services, ensuring that you don’t have to endure uncomfortable conditions for long. Their prompt response and reliable repairs make them a go-to service for urgent air conditioning needs.

3. Transparent Pricing Nobody wants to be surprised by unexpected charges after an AC repair. Dana’s Air Conditioning provides transparent, upfront pricing so you know exactly what to expect before any work begins. This commitment to honesty and integrity has earned them a loyal customer base.

4. Comprehensive AC Services In addition to repairs, Dana’s Air Conditioning offers a wide range of air conditioning services, including system maintenance and installation. Whether you need a quick fix or a complete AC upgrade, their team is equipped to handle all your cooling needs.

5. Excellent Customer Support Customer satisfaction is a top priority at Dana’s Air Conditioning. From the moment you schedule an appointment, their friendly staff will guide you through the process, answering any questions you may have and ensuring a smooth and hassle-free experience.

Common Signs You Need Air Conditioning Repair

Sometimes, homeowners are unsure whether their air conditioning system needs repair. Here are a few common signs that indicate your AC may need professional attention:

Warm Air: If your AC is blowing warm or room-temperature air, it’s a clear sign something is wrong.

Weak Airflow: Reduced airflow from your vents can indicate a blockage or failing compressor.

Strange Noises: Loud banging, grinding, or rattling noises are often a sign that there’s a serious problem with your system.

High Energy Bills: A sudden spike in your energy bills could mean your AC system is working harder than it should, potentially due to an underlying issue.

The Importance of Regular AC Maintenance

Regular maintenance is key to avoiding costly repairs and ensuring your AC system operates efficiently. Dana’s Air Conditioning offers comprehensive maintenance services to keep your system in top shape, preventing unexpected breakdowns and extending the life of your equipment.

For fast, reliable, and affordable air conditioning repair,Air Conditioning Repair trust the experts at Dana’s Air Conditioning. Visit www.danasair.com to schedule an appointment or learn more about their services.

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Expert HVAC Repair Services in San Diego: Keep Your Home Comfortable Year-Round

As such, a working HVAC system must support the warm summer and mild winter climate in San Diego. You can rely on cooling the house during the summer or warming it up once the temperature is lower. For whatever purpose your system provides, maintaining it at maximum efficiency is crucial. Unless you seek immediate HVAC repair in San Diego, it can do more harm than good.

Signs Your HVAC System Needs Repair

Some common indicators that your system needs professional attention include the following:

Unusual Noises: Rattling or banging noises point to mechanical issues.

Weak Airflow: Weak airflow coming through your vents is probably due to either a blockage or improper working of your blower fan.

Warm Air from the AC: In case the air conditioner is blowing warm air and not cool, it’s probably high time to have a refrigerant refill or even more serious repair.

Hot or Cold Spots in the House: There are locations in your house that are sizzling hot or freezing cold; this would generally indicate uneven heating or cooling, thereby indicating problems in your HVAC system.

Sudden Increase in Energy Bills: If your energy bills suddenly increase, then if all else is typical, your system is probably not working well.

Common Causes of HVAC Malfunctions

There are many reasons your Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning system could fail. Knowing what kind of problem has occurred will let you know exactly what needs to be done to fix it efficiently:

Dirty Filters: A blocked or clogged filter could be limiting airflow, making the system work harder while having less efficiency.

Refrigerant Leaks: You may experience your AC refusing to cool properly when there is low refrigerant. Refrigerant leaks have to be fixed to prevent further damage.

Faulty thermostat: Often the thermostat could be faulty, not the HVAC system. A thermostat which is faulty may cause inaccurate control in temperature levels.

Electrical issues: Faulty wiring or blown capacitors mean the HVAC system would sometimes just randomly go dead or is generally out of order.

Mechanical Wear and Tear: Belts, motors, fans etc. experience wear and tear and eventually lead to inefficient systems down the road.

Professional HVAC Repair: Why It’s Necessary

DIY maintenance is great but there are certain repairs which only be done by professionals. Here’s why professional San Diego HVAC repair is necessary:

Technical Diagnosis: Experts can easily discover hidden problems that you can’t. Thus, damage will not get worse.

Licence and insurance would be required from technicians: This assures that the work is done safely and rightly; in case anything goes wrong with them, you are covered by their insurance.

Warranties: Many new HVAC installations come with guarantees that stay valid only when the system is maintained and fixed by a professional. Even DIY home repairs sometimes nullify those warranties.

Energy Efficiency: Professional repairs get your system energy-efficient so you can begin saving on energy bills immediately.

Increased System Lifespan: Only regular repairs and maintenance will prolong the life of your HVAC system and merely postpone an expensive replacement.

Selecting the Best HVAC Repair Company in San Diego

What ensures that your system runs efficiently is selecting the right HVAC repair service. Here’s how you select the best company for HVAC repair in San Diego:

Experience and Expertise: Experience in repairing all kinds of HVAC systems, be it residential or commercial units, which dates back to years of operations.

Licensed and Certified: You should affirm the company’s licenses and their trained experts whom they hire to ensure that their restoration of HVAC equipment is both safe and efficient.

Customer Reviews: On reading their reviews online or by asking for references, one would know the reputation of the company and the quality of service they deliver.

Availability 24/7: An HVAC system may break down at a most unlikely hour. An after-hours emergency service provider would save your life in an hour.

Competitive pricing: Although this cannot be the sole deciding factor, ensure that the company charges a cost for the repair services that is fair and transparent.

How the City’s Climate Affects HVAC Systems in San Diego

San Diego has a coastal environment, which often provides other causes of stress for HVAC systems. Salt content in the air and those strange heat waves during summer seasons tend to cause wear and tear on outdoor units. Here’s how climate affects HVAC in San Diego:

Coastal Corrosion: Seaside moisture contains salts that can cause corrosion to the metals of HVAC equipment, particularly outdoor parts. Salt deposition can be avoided by cleaning and maintaining frequently.

Heatwave Overload: This is one of the temperatures in San Diego that just about causes strain to the air conditioning system. Normally, the temperatures here are but moderate for much of the year, and heatwaves do not happen frequently. Under such loads, break-downs are more likely to happen if the system is not well kept.

Energy Efficiency Concerns: The more probable reason is that during warmer months, HVAC systems work to cool homes and businesses, which consumes more energy. Having energy-efficient systems and maintenance help keep utility bills on check.

Energy-Efficient HVAC Upgrades

Energy-Efficient Upgrades to HVAC If you encounter persistent HVAC repair in San Diego, then it may be the time to upgrade into an energy-efficient one. The modern systems ensure minimal power usage and comfortable living. Some considerations are listed below.

Ductless Mini-Split Systems: This system is very effective for homes or offices where one part of the building needs zoned cooling or heating. Such systems allow one to control room temperatures or areas.

Smart Thermostats: With a smart thermostat, the device will be able to keep the place at the temperature you have assigned based on your own schedule. And with this, while you’re not here and cannot use the energy, it will also save it.

Energy Star Systems: These kinds of systems can really save a lot of energy because these kinds are strictly efficient compared to others.

High-Efficiency Air Filters: If you want to upgrade the quality of air indoors and have your system working rightly, you are free to choose high-efficiency air filters.

Conclusion: Trust EZ Heat and Air for HVAC Repair in San Diego

Be it a heating or cooling issue, do not wait any longer. Let the professionals from EZ Heat and Air provide their service to you with respect to any HVAC repairing issue that you may face. We are well equipped to deliver top-notch HVAC repair services all year round. With our expert technicians and the trade tools, we can diagnose and correct any problems that lead to malfunction in your HVAC system. We can handle every kind of minor or major repair; name it. Contact us today for all your service needs. We are here to keep you comfortable.

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Common Causes of HVAC Breakdowns and How HVAC Repair Los Angeles Can Help

When it comes to keeping your home or office relaxed, HVAC systems are vital. There, however, are too many things that may go wrong with these systems, resulting in them breaking down. Some of the common reasons are blocked filters, non-functioning thermostats, and old parts. You need routine maintenance to prevent these failures from happening out of the blue. DIY repair often ends up causing more damage to your HVAC system. HVAC repair services in Los Angeles can diagnose and fix these problems effectively to ensure the smooth performance of the systems.

Why HVAC Systems Break Down

Your HVAC unit keeps you comfortable, but it is not invincible. A lot of things can happen, such as wear and tear, natural causes, and poor maintenance. So here are some of the usual suspects for HVAC system breakdown:

Lack of Regular Maintenance

If you are in need of an air filter replacement your filters have been filling up, and parts become worn out itself creating a domino effect from small problems to big ones. The efficiency of your HVAC unit decreases, without routine care and it creates a lot of strain on the machinery resulting in breakdowns.

Dirty Filters

While dirty filters may not appear such a big obstruction this formula could cause even larger problems. With clogged filters, your system will have to exert more effort in pushing air through and could overheat leading to a breakdown.

Thermostat Issues

There was nothing wrong with the HVAC system, it is actually a thermostat issue. This leads to your heating or cooling ending prematurely, it may be caused by bad wiring, a malfunctioning transformer and even something as simple short circuit on the thermostat itself.

Refrigerant Leaks

Air blows warm instead of cool: this could mean one thing—refrigerant leak. This is a severe problem as insufficient refrigerant levels will not allow the system to sufficiently cool your home and over time, it can get worse.

How Best AC Repair Los Angeles Can Help

If your HVAC system breaks down, you have to get quick and dependable service. That is where you need the best AC repair team. When it comes to heating repair Los Angeles, our certified technicians are trained in all makes and models of coolings systems as well.

Why You Need Professional Commercial HVAC Services, Los Angeles

Repairing your HVAC system without the required knowledge can easily cause more issues. A licensed HVAC contractor in Los Angeles knows the ins and outs of these systems and can perform preventive maintenance to prevent malfunctions.

With their years of experience, you can determine that further enhancements are done the 1st time and, as such, correctly, help save your lengthiest point money, which moreover saves you in the long run.

Final Words

The last thing you want to happen is for your HVAC unit to stop in the middle of summer or winter, and an unexpected breakdown can be nerve-wracking enough as it stands. If we actually know why our system shut down on us and what steps need to be taken in the next half. The battle will already have been won. When your system is acting up, do not wait any longer. Reach out to the experts at Universal HVAC Los Angeles and let them restore your comfort.

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June 22nd. Weekend staff must be filled from staffing agency.

They were slow and forgetful. Nurse forgot to get me pain meds for 90minutes and an aid just forgot to get me coffee. Might be suffering from ADHD.

I had no wifi or cell signal in my room so had to get out to the depressing lobby to watch videos that my wife sent me. I got out there as soon as I watched them all.

Dinner had BBQ sauce on everything. They didn't have grill warmed up for alternative burgers, either so no dinner for me as I hate BBQ source. I skipped lunch today too so maybe I will start fasting.

As I complained about the gap on the floor at the bathroom door, AC, and chair in shower to Rosa, she was energetic to fix the issues for me. She got the maintenance guy. For the gap and AC. They didn't seem to understand what was the issues. I told them to use my walker to find out. They agreed that it would cause serious tipping over disasters. Unlike the occupational therapist whom just shrugged off told me to remember to lifting up my walker when I went thru.

Maintenance guy applied duct tape, says the temporary fix. I couldn't really regard as "fix" as the tipping would still occur if I wasn't careful. AC, he did the set temp up and somehow it shut off and start back up with colder air. If you set it like 64, they work hard, never shuts off and eventually blows warmer air. I asked for a dehumidifier as well. It's crazy humid. The main reason I was avoiding my home is that place had no decent AC. With my wounds, I should not be sweating. I know Rosa talked to whomever about the chair in the bathroom and the dehumidifier. But none of them were delivered.

I went out to ask for wash rag and soap. I know where the rag was so I went ahead got some. I saw JD, the day time nurse. She was a rather young black lady. When I asked for soap, she looked slightly annoyed. It's probably because she was sorting out the meds for the residents; she didn't want to be distracted. I heard the voice behind me," I will get it! So I waited the person to show up, to hand me the soap. It was longer than I wanted to wait standing with the walker so I headed for my room.

Soap wasn't coming, I figured. Probably they were distracted like other things. I started to bath myself. When I was done, I was completely naked standing to dry myself, I heard a knock. I said "hold on a second", JD just came in, placed tiny bottled soaps on my table. "You are fine!" She said. Like she didn't mind seeing me naked. Yeah she was a nurse. Used to seeing all kinds of human body parts. But what about my privacy? I was somewhat pissed off.

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Car AC Wale: Your Trusted Partner for Cool, Comfortable Drives

In the scorching Indian summers, a well-functioning car air conditioner is essential for a comfortable and safe driving experience. At Car AC Wale, we understand the importance of a reliable cooling system and are dedicated to providing top-notch car AC repair services. With years of experience and a commitment to excellence, CarAc Wale have become the go-to choice for drivers seeking expert solutions for their car AC needs.

Why Choose Car AC Wale?

•              Extensive Expertise: CarACWale  team of skilled technicians has a wealth of experience in diagnosing and repairing car air conditioning systems. CarAc Wale  stay updated with the latest advancements in technology to ensure that we provide the best possible solutions.

•              State-of-the-Art Equipment: CarAC Wale  workshop is equipped with modern tools and equipment, allowing us to accurately diagnose and address any issues with your car's AC system efficiently.

•              Customer Satisfaction: CarACWale prioritize customer satisfaction above all else. CarAC Wale friendly and knowledgeable staff is always ready to assist you and ensure that your car AC is repaired to the highest standards.  

•              Affordable Pricing: CarAC Wale offer competitive pricing for our services without compromising on quality. Our transparent pricing policies ensure that you know exactly what to expect.

Common Car AC Problems We Address

•              AC Not Blowing Cold Air: This could be due to a variety of reasons, including low refrigerant levels, clogged filters, or faulty compressor. CarAc Wale  technicians can accurately diagnose the issue and provide the necessary repairs.

•              Strange Noises: If your car's AC is making unusual noises, it could be a sign of a problem.CarAc Wale  can identify the source of the noise and take appropriate action.

•              AC Blowing Warm Air: This may be caused by a leak in the refrigerant system or a faulty blower motor. CarAC Wale experts can locate and repair the problem efficiently.

•              AC Smelling Bad: A foul odor coming from your AC vents can be unpleasant and unhealthy.CarAc Wale  can clean and disinfect your AC system to eliminate any odors.

Our Services

•              AC Repair and Maintenance:CarAc Wale  offer comprehensive repair and maintenance services for all makes and models of cars. CarAC Wale  technicians can handle everything from minor repairs to major overhauls.

•              Refrigerant Recharge: Low refrigerant levels can affect your car's AC performance.CarACWale  can accurately measure and recharge your refrigerant system to ensure optimal cooling.

•              AC Component Replacement: If any of your car's AC components are damaged or worn out, CarAC Wale  can replace them with high-quality parts.

•              AC System Cleaning: Over time, dirt and debris can accumulate in your AC system, affecting its efficiency. CarAc Wale can clean and disinfect your AC system to restore its performance.

Benefits of Regular Car AC Maintenance

•              Improved Fuel Efficiency: A well-maintained AC system can help improve your car's fuel economy.

•              Enhanced Comfort: A functioning AC system ensures a comfortable driving experience, especially during hot weather.

•              Longer Lifespan: Regular maintenance can help prolong the lifespan of your car's AC system.

•              Preventative Measures: By addressing minor issues early on, you can prevent more serious problems and costly repairs.

Why Choose Car AC Wale for Your Car AC Needs?

•              Expertise and Experience: CarAc Wale  team has years of experience in the field of car AC repair.

•              Commitment to Quality:CarAc Wale are committed to providing the highest quality service to our customers.

•              Customer Satisfaction: Your satisfaction is our top priority.

•              Affordable Pricing: CarACWale  offer competitive pricing without compromising on quality.

Contact Us

To schedule a service or learn more about our offerings, please contact us at  8057422227  or visit our website at [https://caracwale.com].

Conclusion

At Car AC Wale, we are dedicated to keeping you cool and comfortable on the road. With Car AC Wale  expertise, state-of-the-art equipment, and commitment to customer satisfaction,CarAC Wale  are your trusted partner for all your car AC needs. Contact us today to experience the difference.

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This was me seeing this chapter float across my notifications, Em! It's a travesty that I just started to read it now, though. But I'm ready for you to blow my mind. You usually do, but I feel like it needed to be said!

He'd already eaten breakfast, gone for a long run and taken a shower, and he was still one of the first ones here. Except for Judy.

I see our chicken is still an early bird. Or are you telling me that his callsign is because of something else, Em?

"Do you really think she would be a good fit? You'll be working on the yacht for weeks, and all she has is a graduate degree and a daddy with a bankroll." She handed him your résumé with a concerned look.

I promise Judy, he's not only thinking about her professional and personal qualifications, but also how good she'd look wearing a bikini for him on that yacht.

Bradley made himself another cup of coffee before he settled into his seat. His office had a fantastic view of the Pacific Ocean in the distance along with the Naval base at North Island where he'd spent several years working. Sometimes he missed it, other times he didn't. Flying was in his blood, but after five air-to-air kills, it seemed like he'd given up enough of his soul to the Navy. Now he was helping oversee the design of software components that would help keep aviators safer in the air. 

I love that you're exploring Bradley's career post Navy, working as a contractor for the Navy. He's an ace now, just like Mav, too?!

And that thought brought him back to the main reason you would be here in the next few minutes. What kind of information could he get out of you? Bradley noticed that the profit and loss sheets from several departments didn't seem to add up. That had been the case for two quarters in a row. When he mentioned it to one of the harried looking accountants one floor down, he told Bradley they wouldn't have time to run an unnecessary audit before next quarter started.

There is definitely something out of the ordinary happening at Avio. I can't wait to see how Brat's involvement with Bradley makes all of this go down.

Bradley smiled, and his gaze followed your hand as you touched that pretty charm again. "Oh... I want you plenty. Something tells me yachts and Mediterranean vacations are something you simply grew up with. I'm just trying to sell myself now."

The imagery here is making me sweat a little bit, Em. He's already down so bad for Brat. They're going to ignite in an inferno and the flames are going to singe everyone in sight.

You sputtered with laughter, too. "Did you just call me Ivy League?" "I sure did," he told you, still laughing. "It's about ten times nicer than what I was going to say." Your soft gasp as your eyes positively lit up made Bradley's heart beat a little faster. "Well, what were you going to say?" you asked before biting your lip.  Shit. You were trouble, and you knew it. "Never mind. My lips are sealed. Can't say that to Ted's daughter."

Trouble. Ivy League. Brat. You can call me whatever you want, Mr. Bradshaw. Please allow me to bring you coffee in my skimpy little bikini. Please. I will pay you for that honor and your big cock, daddy.

He cleared his throat as he opened his contacts and then put his phone on speaker. He was greeted with a familiar voice filled with laughter. "Rooster! When are you going to get that yacht warmed up for me?" Bradley just shook his head and said, "Hangman. You're not going to believe who my summer intern is."

Hangman! I love that Jake and Bradley are still friends after all of this time! I can't wait to see what his role is at Avio and how he fits into this mystery Bradley's trying to solve.

They actually were all Armani, and you'd have a field day when you realized it. Or perhaps skinny dipping would become a thing?

Please, please, please. Em don't make a girl beg. I've already been unleashed and I am feral for this version of this man.

Sir. That one word was echoing through his mind along with your bratty tone, and he had to take a deep breath.

That one word is echoing through my mind too, daddy. Don't fret. I'm down to cause some trouble in your life.

"If she gets to be too much, just leave her in one of the marinas with her passport."

Excuse me for glaring right at the back of your fucking bald head, Ted. I don't like you at all. You may be Ivy's dad in this, but I kind of need you to leave my page before I jump in there and knee you someplace very sensitive and tender in the male anatomy.

Bradley examined your pretty face, and you didn't look away. He remembered the dress you wore to Ted's holiday party, and you remembered his sweater. Right now he was wishing he'd joined you for that bottle of French wine that night, something he'd remedy on the yacht. A flood of bad decisions just waiting to happen filled his mind as he said, "Go say goodbye to your father. It's almost time to go." "Yes, Sir," you told him with your chin held high and a smirk gracing your lips. Bradley stood at the bottom of the stairs while you flung your arms around Ted and kissed him on the cheek. Then you came strolling his way once again, and he followed you closely up the stairs as you turned back and softly said, "I'm all yours."

Every time Ivy calls Bradley, Sir, I want to roll back and forth and giggle and kick my feet in the air. Don't ask me what could possibly go wrong, because the answer is a lot. I have this terribly sick feeling in my stomach which screams that Bradley is looking into something which he's probably not expecting to be as bad as it actually ends up being. I'm thinking destruction of Avio and everything. You have me waiting with baited breath, Em! I can't wait to see what the next chapter of Ivy and Rooster brings!

The Intern Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Five minutes into an interview with you, and Bradley knew he was in trouble. You were attractive, funny and smart, and now the summer was stretching out before him like an obstacle course he would have to navigate carefully. At least a visit from an old friend should be enough to help him work through his frustrations.

Warnings: Language, mentions of smut and masturbation (eventually 18+)

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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When Bradley got to the Avio headquarters the following morning, he rode the elevator up to his office. He'd already eaten breakfast, gone for a long run and taken a shower, and he was still one of the first ones here. Except for Judy. He smiled when her desk came into view as he turned toward his office door. She was sweet, and it scared him a little bit how much she reminded him of his mom. She was a widow with one son in college, and Bradley would be lost without her. 

"Morning," she said, handing him his mail as he walked past without her even looking up at him. "You have a very busy day, and I already turned on your coffee maker."

He really needed to give her another raise. "Thanks, Judy. Hey, what time is that interview I have?" he asked, flipping through the stack of envelopes in his hand. 

Now she looked up from her computer and met his eyes. "Nine o'clock. And it's Ted's daughter."

"I know," he replied with a small smile. 

"Do you really think she would be a good fit? You'll be working on the yacht for weeks, and all she has is a graduate degree and a daddy with a bankroll." She handed him your résumé with a concerned look.

He shrugged as he skimmed the page again. "She has some related work experience. She volunteered to run the finances for a handful of Philadelphia based charities every year. Her references include the Philadelphia deputy mayor. But you're right, she's pretty green. I'll take this with me," he said as he held the résumé up and headed for his door. "Let me know when she arrives."

"Will do," Judy muttered. 

Bradley made himself another cup of coffee before he settled into his seat. His office had a fantastic view of the Pacific Ocean in the distance along with the Naval base at North Island where he'd spent several years working. Sometimes he missed it, other times he didn't. Flying was in his blood, but after five air-to-air kills, it seemed like he'd given up enough of his soul to the Navy. Now he was helping oversee the design of software components that would help keep aviators safer in the air. 

He turned his gaze from the view outside back to your resume. Your name at the top made him smile, and the more he read about you, the more he liked. None of the other people begging him for a job in his department had the same level of academic chops or philanthropic endeavors you did. And he couldn't imagine you begging for a single damn thing, ever. He tapped his keyboard, wondering what your LinkedIn profile looked like. 

Well. Your photo was gorgeous. It was professional looking without a doubt, but he knew better now that the way your smile tilted a little higher on one side meant you were about to deliver a line that would make him laugh. He wondered if you'd had the photographer smiling nonstop, too. 

Bradley paused with his fingers on his keyboard, but he couldn't help it. He typed your full name into the search bar and sorted it by images. There were more headshots of you from academic articles and a few newspapers, but when he scrolled he almost spit his coffee out. There was one of you wearing that same bikini you had on yesterday. When he clicked it for more, it took him to your private instagram page. 

He stared at that tiny thumbnail before he closed his eyes. Really, the way you looked wasn't why he asked you to come here today, and he'd spent a good portion of last evening trying to focus on anything other than how it felt to have your body pressed against his while he held you.

"Fuck," he grunted. He really needed to get laid. He made another mental note next to the one about Judy's raise. He would call one of his friends with benefits and get that taken care of, because if you agreed to join him for a couple months on the company yacht, he'd probably see that bikini again and again. And there was no way he could touch Ted's daughter. Not like that. Even if he wanted to.

And that thought brought him back to the main reason you would be here in the next few minutes. What kind of information could he get out of you? Bradley noticed that the profit and loss sheets from several departments didn't seem to add up. That had been the case for two quarters in a row. When he mentioned it to one of the harried looking accountants one floor down, he told Bradley they wouldn't have time to run an unnecessary audit before next quarter started. 

Someone in this company was doing something shady, and Bradley wanted to know who it was and why. He'd gone over those numbers for days, double checking his math. He knew he wasn't crazy, but he didn't know who he could safely take this information to, especially when the specs on the software they were creating was considered top secret. 

"Your interview is here," Judy's voice suddenly announced through his intercom.

Bradley quickly closed out of the photo of you in a bathing suit that was still on his screen and slammed his laptop shut. "Send her in."

A few seconds later, Judy was holding the door open for you, and you thanked her as you strolled in like you owned the company. Your hair was styled in some sort of clip, and you were wearing a perfectly tailored black suit. Bradley shook his head; it was rich that you called him out for his proclivity for Armani when yours was probably worth three times as much. His gaze drifted down your legs. Your black and white heels were the kinds of things he would love to have thrown over his shoulders in bed, and the bit of white silk peeking out above your jacket buttons reminded him of your skimpy pajamas. 

Inviting you here was a terrible idea. 

You smirked as you ran your right index finger along the charm from Tiffany's that hung from your necklace, and then you reached out to shake his hand over his desk. "Mr. Bradshaw. So lovely to see you again today." Your voice was playful, and Bradley gestured for you to take a seat while he tried his best to gather his thoughts. 

"I was a little afraid you'd show up in your bathing suit," he said, and you nodded as you crossed your legs and set your leather portfolio on your lap. 

"I can certainly understand the cause for that concern," you replied, not missing a beat. "However, I promise you'll see nothing but Armani suits from here on out if I end up coming to the office every day. Now what would you have me do for you all summer? Fetch your coffee? Give you the abridged version of the Wall Street Journal? Sit in on pointless meetings in the conference room across the hallway?"

"That's just it," he said, tilting his head to the side and taking in your neutral expression. He hardly knew what to do with the fact that you made him feel warm and slightly uncomfortable when you were being sassy. "We wouldn't be here at all. And actually, you could wear your bathing suit and swim half the time for all I cared."

Your eyes lit up immediately as you leaned closer to his desk. "This sounds like a trap, but please, carry on. Tell me more."

He chuckled as he moved a little closer to you as well. "I'm being tasked with taking a few weeks to a couple months on the company yacht in the Mediterranean. I have the technical knowledge as well as the access to arrange meetings with members of Avio's European sales team to close some deals. This is all top secret information, but since you've got the right connections, I'll go ahead and tell you that the US government has given us the greenlight to sell our software to a select list of countries."

You licked your lips, and Bradley could barely focus as you said, "So you'll be the one calling all the shots. And you need to have access to some of these countries to schedule meetings and dinners and cocktail parties. You'll be working from the yacht in much the same capacity you are currently working from your office, still expected to head the research department here. But you'll have the added workload of trying to answer questions and sell the software in Europe? Did I miss anything?"

Bradley's eyes went a little wide as he chuckled. "No. Not really."

You were smiling now. "This sounds like half work and half sorority party, and let me tell you, I am more than capable of making both of those things go as smoothly for you as possible."

"Yeah," he said, his voice a little raspy now. "But you'll have to put up with me. And some of these clients have been known to be a little difficult in... a variety of different ways." Bradley's mind drifted to last summer when he'd been on the yacht for a week as well as the summer before that. The wealthier a man becomes, the more he seems to think he could have whatever he wants, and Bradley had seen some wild shit. "But I'll do my best to keep you comfortable and safe. The workload will be intense, to say the least. But it'll all be happening on a one hundred and thirty foot superyacht." 

You eyed him carefully. "This sounds like it was custom made for me, so you either want me or you don't, Mr. Bradshaw." 

Bradley smiled, and his gaze followed your hand as you touched that pretty charm again. "Oh... I want you plenty. Something tells me yachts and Mediterranean vacations are something you simply grew up with. I'm just trying to sell myself now."

The way you laughed reminded him once again of that night in December when you asked him if he wanted to share a bottle of wine with you. "You're very persuasive, Mr. Bradshaw. I can practically smell the sunblock and taste the pasta from here." You bit your lip and considered him, and it felt to Bradley like you could see every flaw and indiscretion inside of him. "Where did you go to school anyway? Yale? Brown? No wait... you look like a Princeton boy to me."

He shook his head as he pointed to his college diploma on the wall. "I went to a state school." 

You gasped, and your eyes went wide as you muttered, "Jesus," while you read it. "Political science? At the University of Virginia? Oh... you should be lying to people. I mean, at least say you went to Dartmouth."

Bradley tried and failed to hold in his laughter, because you truly looked scandalized by this turn of events. "Aww, come on, Ivy League. It's not so bad."

You sputtered with laughter, too. "Did you just call me Ivy League?"

"I sure did," he told you, still laughing. "It's about ten times nicer than what I was going to say."

Your soft gasp as your eyes positively lit up made Bradley's heart beat a little faster. "Well, what were you going to say?" you asked before biting your lip. 

Shit. You were trouble, and you knew it. "Never mind. My lips are sealed. Can't say that to Ted's daughter."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "You're no fun right now, but I'm sure as soon as I get you loosened up in some Armani swim trunks on the yacht, you'll be an absolute pleasure for me to deal with."

The way Bradley's cock was twitching should have been warning enough. He was about to get in over his head. But all he could say was, "Does that mean you want the internship?"

Your smile tilted up a little higher on the one side. "Oh, absolutely." Then you stood before him looking like the cat who got the cream, and Bradley had to hope for the best as he stood as well. He could mark this as the first time he'd ever become slightly aroused during an interview, a sign that he desperately needed to get laid. 

He shook your hand and said, "We leave in a few days. Judy will help you get your visas in order. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect, Mr. Bradshaw." 

The way you here still holding his hand and calling him Mr. Bradshaw left his voice barely louder than a rasp. "Judy and I will be in touch."

You turned and shot him a smile over your shoulder as you headed for his office door, and Bradley dropped back down in his chair. He'd call Callie about getting together to hook up before he left for Europe, but he had another more important call to make first. He cleared his throat as he opened his contacts and then put his phone on speaker. He was greeted with a familiar voice filled with laughter.

"Rooster! When are you going to get that yacht warmed up for me?"

Bradley just shook his head and said, "Hangman. You're not going to believe who my summer intern is."

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You were floating on a raft in the pool wearing your second favorite bathing suit when you were greeted by the sound of your father's voice. "I sincerely hope you know what you're doing by wasting your time right now."

"Daddy," you greeted with a smile. "My day was a complete and utter success."

He checked his watch as he said, "Please, elaborate."

You had the trump card, but you knew all too well what it would be like if you didn't. Instead of lecturing you like you could tell he wanted to, he smiled when you said, "I have a job."

"Where?" 

"Avio."

He nodded in appreciation as he said, "I am actually impressed right now. You managed to secure an internship at the company I've spent decades with, and you did so without me knowing anything about it. Which department?"

"Research and development," you replied smoothly.

His eyes went wider. "With Bradley Bradshaw?"

Your tummy swooped, and you sucked in a breath at the mere mention of his name. Spending weeks working with him and entertaining guests with him was going to be... well, something. "Yes. With Bradley Bradshaw."

"Sweetheart," your father said. "He had a career in the Navy."

"Yes. He was an aviator," you recalled from his Avio bio.

"That means he's not going to put up with any nonsense. You don't make him repeat himself, and you don't give him attitude. I'll know immediately if he's displeased with you, I'm sure."

Bradley didn't seem stuffy. He'd already encouraged you to pack your bathing suits. Hell, you were determined to get him to join you in some fun. "Well maybe not immediately as he and I will be on the Avio yacht in the Mediterranean."

Your father stared at you, speechless. Finally he said, "I really don't know how you managed to get exactly what you wanted, but I applaud you, Sweetheart. Well done. I know it sounds fun, but you'll be kept very busy. I hope you know what you're in for."

When he finally wandered back inside after you promised to join him for dinner, you soaked up the last few rays of the dying sunlight. Then you made a mental list of everything you needed to spend the next few days packing as you brushed up on your French and Italian.  "J'adore mon travail. Amo il mio lavoro. I love my job."

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Bradley was still chuckling as he got off the phone with Ted a few days later. Your father tried to warn him that you could be a bit of a handful. Like Bradley wasn't fully aware of that fact. As if he hadn't known since December. He could practically hear your disdain for his alma mater and your delight in international travel from his condo.

He was stacking his suits up in his extra bedroom along with several pairs of shoes, and he shook his head as he looked down at his swim trunks in his hands. They actually were all Armani, and you'd have a field day when you realized it. Or perhaps skinny dipping would become a thing?

Fuck. He needed to stop thinking about you like that. Callie Bassett was on her way over, so that should help alleviate some of this tension. He'd been friends with Halo for over a decade, and she had slowly and naturally turned into a friend with benefits over time. She was still in the Navy, and she was discreet. It was easier than having a girlfriend. It was all he had time for. 

As he organized his suits, he remembered you told him he looked like a Princeton boy. He could just picture you with a parade of preppy assholes following you around, and he wondered if you ever slummed it with anyone like him before. It made him want to pack some of his casual clothes including his Virgina baseball cap and his worn out golf shorts. So he did. 

Then his doorbell buzzed, and he went to let Callie in. He needed this taken care of right now. She smelled good, and she looked cute. She always did. And she wore something a little skimpy just for him. The kiss on his cheek in greeting quickly turned to her lips brushing his as she said, "I haven't seen you in weeks."

"Been busy," he replied, taking her by the hand and heading for his bedroom. "And I'm leaving for Portugal on Saturday."

"How long?" she asked, pouting a little bit as Bradley reached for the hem of her dress and eased it up and over her head in one fluid motion. 

"Couple months," he whispered, taking in her soft, naked body with his gaze. 

"Months?" she whined as he wrapped his hands around her waist and smirked at her. 

"Don't even act like we are anything close to exclusive, Cal. Now... how do you want it?"

She licked her lips and looked up at him with those familiar dark eyes just as his phone rang in his pocket. He didn't hesitate or check the number; he never did. "Bradshaw."

"Hey, State School. I have a few questions for you."

Bradley froze with your voice in his ear and Callie's fingers on his zipper. He grunted softly as she eased it down and touched him. He just knew if he closed his eyes and listened to your voice, he'd probably finish in her hand within two minutes. 

"Ivy League," he rasped, taking a step back away from Halo who was now standing before him completely naked and rolling her eyes.

"Are you busy?" you asked, and Bradley looked Halo in the eyes without remorse as he answered you.

"No. I'm not busy. I can talk." He held up one finger and zipped himself up as he left his bedroom in favor of his office. "As long as you tell me how you got this number."

You laughed as he sank down into his desk chair. "You think it's exclusive or something? Judy gave it to me. And it's probably listed on the company website."

Brat. He narrowed his eyes, adding a note to his mental list to make sure it was not listed on the company website. "What can I help you with?"

"Well, I'm packing and hoping for a little input from you."

"On Thursday night at nine?" he asked. "And don't you have a butler to help you with that?"

"Like you have anything else going on?"

Bradley thought about Callie waiting in his bedroom, but instead of ushering this call along, he asked, "What did you pack so far?"

You sighed. "Sixteen bathing suits, piles of lingerie, and sunglasses. And I'm only kind of kidding."

Fighting the urge to ask for more details, he said, "Unfortunately I can't let you wear any of that in front of potential clients. So throw in some suits and dresses."

"Some suits and dresses? You'll need to be a little bit more specific, Sir." 

Sir.

That one word was echoing through his mind along with your bratty tone, and he had to take a deep breath. "Why don't you bring the suit you wore when I interviewed you? That looked good. And so did the dress you wore to your father's holiday party. The dark green one."

There was a pause before you said, "You remember what I wore to the party?"

"Yeah," he grunted, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration. "It looked nice. Pack some cocktail dresses, too."

"How many should I pack?"

"How many do you have?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

Bradley laughed. "I'm sure you know better than I do what you should wear."

You scoffed. "You're acting like you've never spent a summer on the Avio yacht before."

"I haven't," he replied easily. "Just a few days here and there. I'm sure I'll be learning things from you."

"Then you'll be learning from the best."

He bit back a groan as he said, "That's what I'm counting on. That's why I hired you."

"I won't let you down," you promised, and Bradley believed you. "I'll see you at the airport on Saturday morning. Don't forget your swim trunks."

You ended the call before he could say another word, and now he was convinced you had called him simply because you could. If he was frustrated before, it was nothing compared to the way he felt now. Spending weeks on end with Ted's daughter was supposed to help him get to the bottom of the messy business with Avio, not cause other issues to arise. 

He unzipped his pants, intent on touching himself,  before jolting to his feet. "Shit," he muttered as he left his office and went back to his bedroom. "Cal?" he called out. "Sorry. It was a work call." But he was completely alone. He laughed as his phone vibrated in his hand with a text from her.

Have a great time in Europe. Don't bother calling me when you get back.

Bradley was sure he'd hear about this from his old friend Natasha when Callie bitched about him at work. But it didn't really matter. After she had a few weeks to cool off, she'd come back when he needed her again. For now, he'd take matters into his own hands and hope that would be enough.

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Your father insisted upon seeing you off on Saturday morning which gave Bradley a few minutes alone with him. He was listening to Ted as he watched you struggle with your seven pieces of Dior luggage on the tarmac next to the chartered airplane. 

"Bradley, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into," your father told him with a laugh. "She's tenacious though. And whip smart. Make sure you challenge her, because she will certainly challenge you."

Now Bradley laughed as he shook Ted's hand. "I'll do my best."

"If she gets to be too much, just leave her in one of the marinas with her passport."

He would never do that to you. He doubted it would ever come to that. In fact, he was already impressed by the way you took care of things for yourself. Sure, you looked like you belonged in an ad for designer gym clothes with your leggings and soft hoodie zipped over your sports bra. But you were also taking your luggage from the back of the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class yourself.

"I can assure you that she and I will be just fine, Sir."

"What have I told you about calling me Ted?" Bradley received a friendly cuff on the shoulder before shaking his hand and turning toward you. 

He picked up the last two pieces of your luggage at the same time and carried them to the cargo hold while you trailed after him. "I don't need help," you told him as he stowed them away. Then you added, "You look weird out of your Armani."

"I look weird?" he asked with a laugh as he glanced down at his chinos and Oxford shirt.

"A good kind of weird. Like when you wore that Fair Isle sweater last year."

Bradley examined your pretty face, and you didn't look away. He remembered the dress you wore to Ted's holiday party, and you remembered his sweater. Right now he was wishing he'd joined you for that bottle of French wine that night, something he'd remedy on the yacht. A flood of bad decisions just waiting to happen filled his mind as he said, "Go say goodbye to your father. It's almost time to go."

"Yes, Sir," you told him with your chin held high and a smirk gracing your lips. Bradley stood at the bottom of the stairs while you flung your arms around Ted and kissed him on the cheek. Then you came strolling his way once again, and he followed you closely up the stairs as you turned back and softly said, "I'm all yours."

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Ivy League spells trouble for Bradley, but at least he knows it. And he didn't get an ounce of relief before getting on that plane. What could possibly go wrong? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 3

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