#and i ended up going to bed with a bigger headache than usual

[warmfuzzyanimal]

hello all, i really don't want to ask, but having covid is most definitely making me work slower than usual. since freelancing is my only job, i've got really limited income while i'm sick. if i could get a little help so i can get easy to make / eat foods today, it'd mean the world ;__; thank you square tips / kofi

[enhard]

⋆˙⟡ monster | lee heeseung

: when two rivals in an entertainment company turned late-night lovers, no strings attached… or is it something else?

pairing: ceo!l.hs x fem!reader

CW: smut, enemies to fwb to lovers trope??, pwp (3 smut scenes omg), hate sex, age gap: heeseung is 29, reader is 24, usage of condoms, riding, oral sex (both receiving), cum eating, some pet names, insults?, lots of profanity lmk if i missed anything

notes: couldn’t stop thinking about this while listening to monster by gaga. crazycrazy

wc: 7.3k words (MDNI)

There was only one thing you hated more than useless things in your timetable. It was the asshole of the whole company, Lee Heeseung. The more conversations you heard his name in, the more you despised his existence.

His ego was so high it could hit a plane, the way he would talk about his compositions made you wanna throw up. He praised himself so much, and you started wondering if he was just a huge narcissist or if we were insecure of his writing skills. Luckily, you never saw him around often as you were really caught up in your own work. Having to compose songs all the time for singers was not an easy task. Your chairman was an even bigger asshole than Heeseung, always giving you all the work. You had to not only compose songs from start to finish, but you also had to edit and mix the voices, help the singers use the right tones and so much more stuff that wasn’t originally included in your job plan.

Usually, you would stay at the office overtime, your eyes darkened with tiredness. It was a miracle you haven’t fallen asleep all this time.

 You looked at the time,

 [01:54 AM]

“Great.” You sigh. Your shift ended at 12 AM. What the fuck are you still doing here? It’s quiet in the whole building, only clicking sounds can be heard from your keyboard. You’re all alone with a few bodyguards left in the company. You groan, your head pounding from the intense light of your pc. All you want now is to get back to your apartment just to greet your cat Juno.  He’s your only best friend in this cursed city of New York, he’s a soft and fluffy black and white cat, with heterochromia eyes, left eye blue and right eye brown. You talk to him all the time, even though he can’t hold conversations he’s the best listener you’ve ever encountered. Better than your ex-boyfriends, that’s for sure.

As the clock reads [02:29], you’re more than ready to go home. You gather all your things, wish a great night to all the security people there and finally get out of that stupid building. You get your car keys out of your bag, driving home in your black i8. When you get home you feed your cat, finally plopping in your bed and falling asleep instantly.

You woke up due to your phone ringing at around 10 am with the hugest headache you’ve had. You palm your forehead, grabbing your phone with your other hand. Your co-worker, Yena, is calling you. You pick up as fast as you can, moaning into the phone due to being exhausted out of your mind.

“Yeah… Yena hey….” You say with half a mouth.

“Hey girl, are you coming to work? Today’s the showcasing, have you forgotten?”

Oh, fucking hell. You totally forgot.

A showcasing happens when all composers need to show the work they did in a few months’ time. You need to turn in all the songs you’ve made in this time, whilst competing with your other co-workers to be the best one, getting the title of the best songwriter of the month. Your company likes making leaderboards, only adding onto your stress of being the best. Of course, last month’s songwriter was Heeseung, but you thought the judges were so biased over him… you knew you could take him down this month.

“Right… I’ll be there soon just let me get ready.” You say, already dreading the idea of getting out of bed.

She hangs up, letting you wash up quickly. You fix up your hair, put on your suit and do a bit of makeup. You get your badge with your name on it and out you are. By the time you arrive at the company you’re already late… the higherups there scolding you for it.

“Please try to make it on time, you know how important this is.”

You sigh. How could they expect you to be there early when you went home at almost 3 AM last night?

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. I’m here now.” You add.

After you come out of your office to get your suitcase that had your files, you bump into the last person you wanted to see there. He throws you a cheeky smile, not even apologizing for giving you a shoulder.

“Oh, if it isn’t the famous miss L/n! Ready to get your dreams crushed by my songs again?” you scoff at him, crossing your arms. “Yeah right, like I’d let a scumbag like you take my title. I don’t have anything to prove to you, stay in your lane.”

He raises his eyebrows at your response, as you would normally walk away if he told you anything. “Oh is it miss complaint now? Let me actually show you how this job is done, im your ceo for a reason.” he suddenly stops smiling to give you a glare.

“You don’t intimidate me Mr. Lee, right on the contrary, you make me want to laugh.” you say and turn around, not wanting to waste your time with such a man. His sleek smile creeps back onto his face as he walks into his own office.

A few minutes later, you get back to the front, everyone already waiting there with their work. You stand next to Yena, holding the tank of papers in hand tightly.

Yena could tell you’re nervous, so she extended one hand up to yours just to squeeze it, calming you down a bit. Your other co-workers were not a threat at all, but Heeseung was the one person you wanted to bring down. You wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his face. After much judging and testing, with recitals and rehearsals for the songs, the judges finally decided the points accorded to the candidates. The others already had way too little points to worry you, but you, Yena and Heeseung were left.

“Choi Yena, 127 points.” She sighed of relief. A sizeable number overall, but now it depends on what you and Heeseung did.

“Lee Heeseung, 140 points.” His eyes widen. There is a chance that you might win. You might take him over… You might take his place. No way, right?

After a good minute of silence, they finally list your points.

“L/n Y/n, 139 points.” You almost fall to your knees. Out of all chances, how could this happen to you?? You close your eyes and cover your ears before you go insane.

You let him win, again.

“Therefore, our winner this month will be Lee Heeseung, the winner of the last 3 months as well, Congratulations!” all you hear is buzzing in your ears. You grow sour of his name, of his voice, his face. You can’t stand his dumb mouth, dumb face, dumb voice. You can’t stand him at all, and you would do anything to see him fired or something. You know that won’t happen and it drives you crazy. Heeseung smiles, taking his prize in hand once again, his portrait remaining on the fame wall. He shakes hands with the judges before taking a good look at you.

You cannot look at him anymore, you just lower your gaze trying not to burst into tears. You worked so hard for this, yet he took away all your hope for a win. You storm out the room, sitting down at your desk to throw your head down on the wooden table.

One point. Seriously. This is ridiculous.

Well, you take a deep breath and continue with your shitty day. At some point in time, you get a knock on your office door. “Come in.” you say as you raise your eyes up to see who it is. “Oh Yena, hey.. sorry for not saying anything earlier…” you bite your lip.

“Don’t consume yourself over it, hey, that dude is a douche, okay? Do not let him get to you. You are better than him anyway.”

“Am I though? I mean… What if he is simply better than me. What if his songs are better than mine? What if his lyrics have more meaning than mine?”

“He is not better than you, and even if he will be proven to be, which I doubt, don’t ever let him know you think that.”

“I can’t be a narcissist just like him, Yena. If I am not as good as someone, I will take the responsibility on my shoulders and admit it.”

“See you’re already better than him, he would never” She laughs. You laugh back, although in your soul goes a fight between your ego and sincerity.

. . .

After the day ends, you finally go home early, not giving two fucks about what they might say or think, it is your right after all. Too bad that you get a message you dreamed of never getting, too bad it happened.

HELIX ENTERTAINMENT

“Good evening, members of the company. We are delighted to announce that tomorrow there will be a collaboration project between each other. The groups are arranged by the organisers, and they follow the lines of:

Now scrolling through all the pages, you search for your name. Oh, what are the chances.

Lee Heeseung & L/n Y/n”

Of course this had to happen, it would not have been you if it were not for your amazing luck.

“Oh, suck on it seriously.” You look at your phone in disbelief, while making yourself tea. “Juno can you believe this? This man is going to ruin my image and my life. I can’t stand him anymore I swear I might kill someone if this keeps happening.” Juno meows, probably because he wants a bit of peace, but you still took that as an agreement to what you said. “I know, I know. I guess it will be okay… hope he doesn’t ruin my career for life with this. I do not trust him.”

The next day, you shake your head while getting out of your car, glaring at the tall building with huge windows. You always glare while looking at it, but somehow this time was different. It wasn’t because you hated your job, it was because you had to see your partner. All the people who greeted you in the halls got a cold response, or no response at all. Might have been a shitty thing to do but honestly you weren’t in the mood for anything anymore. You just wanted this day to be over.

When you get into Heeseung’s office, seeing him rummaging through his papers, you just stood in the doorway… waiting for him to finish his work. He raises his head to look at you, his mood getting insignificantly worse when his eyes met yours. Before he gets to sigh, you cut him off.

“The feeling is mutual. I usually try to act nice, but I just cannot stand you no matter how hard I try.” You cross your arms while he goes back to his papers. “Then take a seat.” He responds in the coldest way, only making you furrow your eyebrows at his tone. “Okay damn…” you say under your breath while grabbing a chair to sit in front of his desk.

There are a few moments of silence, but you decide to ask him about the collaboration, same reason you’re here right now.

“Heese-” “It’s Mr. Lee for you.” You clear your throat annoyed. “Mr. Lee, I am only here to ask you about what we must do, can we focus on that?”

“Why would I make a project with someone as bad at writing as you?” he looks up at you again. You bite your cheek, barely being able to stand him anymore. You just look down to your thighs, grasping your palms together anxiously. Yuna told you to never be weak in front of him, but how could you not when he was so right?

“Please refrain from insulting my work and just take the organisations words, they put us together for this, so we need to do it.”

“If I let you work on this, you will just embarrass me in front of thousands of people. How about you just let me handle this? Go home, enjoy your days off. I’ll give you the credit.”

“You cannot just do everything alone; I do not care about days off I just want to work on this too. Please Mr. Lee.”

That is the first time he’s ever heard you say please to him. He hated your presence just as much as you hated his, why must you be at each other’s throats all the time? Simply because of rivalry or did other frustrations arise from both parties?

He licks his lips, finally giving in. “You can work on it with me Y/n. Just don’t disappoint me.”

“I promise I won’t. This matters so much to me.”

You follow him to his studio; he lets you get in first and that is when he locks the door behind you. You both sit down next to each other while you work on the song. He keeps acting weird throughout the recording and editing process, changing poses multiple times in a few minutes, sighing and fidgeting with his fingers. Halfway through the song you place your hand on his while looking at him. “Mr. Lee, are you feeling okay?”

That is when he sighs, snatching his hand away from yours and turning the pc off. He turns to you, keeping his eye contact consistent. “Y/n… i’ve just been feeling frustrated. Just forget it. Let’s focus on the song.”

Now you cannot say that you care about him, but you’re still curious to see what this is about. “Oh, is that so? Frustrated in what kind? Someone like you has feelings?”

He glares at you. “Not in the way you’d think, anyway.” You tilt your head. “But how? Tell me now, i’m curious.” “Maybe you should learn to keep your mouth shut, it’s none of your business.” “Just because you’re my superior does not mean you gotta talk to me like that, bastard.” He clenches his jaw. “Oh, that’s it.” He suddenly grabs onto your neck, pulling you closer. He’s still so gentle but it’s enough force to make you struggle to talk. “Is this what it’s about...? A... are you sexually frustrated…?” You tease. He releases the grasp on your neck and looks down at his hands. “I.. I’m sorry. It’s hard being alone when you’re pushing 30 you know.”

You had no idea what was happening right now, but you definitely enjoyed the attention you got. You were equally as touch starved as he was, and it was making you want more.

“You know, we could do this. But I really don’t like you dude.” You raise your eyebrow at him. He nods. “You don’t make yourself all that approachable either, would you really be down? I mean, just… fuck buddies… nothing else?”

“Mr. Lee, you know we both aren’t ones for relationships. But what’s in it for me?” “Oh, you want payment now?” “Well, you knew I wasn’t gonna give you myself for free, did you?” He laughs. “Fair, then how about I give you a raise?” “Mm… Anything else?” He rolls his eyes. “Okay, okay uhh. A raise and no more staying overtime, you get paid if you leave work early and… free coffee for life.” You ponder a bit. “Alright, I accept.” “Oh, not so quick, you need some rules to you too. For this to work you have to come help me anytime I need you.” “Libido that high, huh?” He shushes you and you giggle.

“Well okay, but if you’re really frustrated right now, shall we start today?” He looks back at you, visibly cringing from you being so direct with him, but he doesn’t mind. “I mean if you’re down.” “I am, but do you have any condoms?” That’s when you see him reaching for his wallet, taking out about 3 condoms out. Your eyes widen a bit, smacking your lips at his professionalism. “Oh, wow you’re ready.” “3 is a bit much…” “Who knows, i’ll end up using all of them and then end up going raw cause we are left with none.” “Yeah, don’t know about that.” “Im messing with you, dumbass.” He rolls his eyes, letting you get on top of his lap. Your lips finally make contact with his, getting to taste him in your mouth, the feeling lingering down to your stomach.

As you begin making out, your hand travels down to his forming bulge, squeezing and massaging it to the best of your abilities. As you’re doing that, he squeezes your ass with his palm, making you flinch from the sudden pressure. You playfully slap his face, pulling away from the kiss a bit. “You’re such a dick.” “I know, wanna feel mine already?” You give him one last kiss before pushing his head back on the chair to kiss his neck, insisting on his prominent adam’s apple. You suck on his sensitive skin, forming hickeys along his whole neck. “Fuck, Y/n, you’re not bad at this.” “I know, but you are.” “Oh shut up, I barely got to do anything.” You sigh, pulling away from his neck. “Let me ride you, m’kay?” “Do whatever you want to me.” He smiles coyly. “Could I kill you?” You pout your lips. “Not until you get your raise.” “Oh, fuck off.”

You start with unbuttoning his pants, not even taking them off before placing your hand on his boxers. You press his dick a bit, his groan appearing right after. “Mhm, that’s what I love hearing.” You nod to yourself. “Right from my mouth?” He teases too. “Oh, you know what I mean, I might need to stuff yours, so you shut up more often.” “Could you stuff it with your pussy?” That keeps you quiet for a bit, his response making you clench around nothing. “… I might, if tape doesn’t work.”

You don’t even take his pants off when you pull his boxers down with his half-hard dick springing out. You grab the base, stroking it a bit to get it as erect as you can. “You’re so big.” You point out. He just smirks, looking at you up and down. You leave his dick alone for a bit just to take your panties off, as you were already wearing a skirt, the embarrassing wet stains on them being visible for Heeseung to see as well. “You got this wet already? And you’re the one saying i’m horny.” “Shut it.” You throw your panties to the other side of the room, finally ripping one condom out the packaging, putting it well onto his dick. After you give him a few more strokes you position yourself on his dick, slowly lowering yourself on his length. It takes you a few good seconds to adjust, then you slowly move your hips back and forth on him. He already throws his head back, the feeling being so familiar yet so distant. Your walls clench around him every time you move on him, the feeling already getting unbearable. You change your routine a bit, starting to bounce instead of grinding, the sound of your thighs touching echoing through the room. You try leaving out as little moans as you can, but it’s still impossible for you, as it feels so good. You leave out small desperate noises as you bounce on him. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” He smiles up at you. You glare again. “Fuck you.” While speeding up. “This.. doesn’t mean anything. I’m just.. helping.. you get rid of a boner.” You say out of breath. “And it’s working, keep going.”

You ride him as well as you can, his swollen tip getting so deep inside you it’s hitting your sweet g-spot. He needed to fuck with someone desperately, the fact that it was you was pure coincidence. Your mouth parts, leaving sounds that only his ears can hear. “Holy shit… I might cum soon… please” you cry, grabbing onto his shoulders with your nails bedded into his skin. He looks up at you, his hand resting against your ass, giving it a few squeezes here and there. “You’re gonna cum for me? Hm? Come on, cum all over me” He whisper shouts, helping you bounce on him faster and faster.

The knot in your stomach quickly snaps, your orgasm washing down over you with a few loud moans. You cum all over his dick, with each thrust forming a white ring at the base of it. “Your pussy so good, Y/n… I can’t take it any…more” he grunts, throwing his head back more with each bounce of yours. “Cum already, come on you’re... doing so well” you encourage him, and he immediately obeys, his semen spilling into his condom, making it fully white by the time you pull away from his lap. He pants and moans before you finally take the condom off his dick, the cum spilling back onto it. You stroke him a few more times, getting your hand messy but that finally makes him lay on the chair more relaxed, his high calming down.

“Damn it you’re good.” He says while smiling, his head thrown backwards. “I know, that’s why I agreed to help you.” You slightly grab onto his neck, giving it a few playful kisses. “Now should I send you back to your work? You’re finished here.” He teases. “Oh right, right. Maybe I should focus on my actual work, rather than this work.” You say, grabbing onto his dick one last time, leaving it alone after wrapping your hand around it.

He grabs your wrist, flicking it away now. He looks up at you while raising his eyebrow. “Get the fuck out of here.” You scoff at him, cleaning yourself up a bit and fixing your clothes back on before turning around to leave. “Suck my pussy.” You say annoyed while heading to the door.

As you open the door you hear a “Might do that too” and that’s when you get out the door, leaving him a middle finger before closing the door behind you.

Heeseung finishes the project for both of you, and you end up winning it together. Of course, he kept reproaching you that you won because of him, and you got into a heated argument that you just stopped talking for weeks. So first he says he’ll do it for you but when you do… he argues that he did all the work?

What an asshole.

After another day of no contact at all, you get passed a flyer at work, so you quickly read it.

“It gives us immense pleasure to invite you to a special gathering in honor of Lee Heeseung & L/n Y/n to celebrate their remarkable achievement of winning the collaboration project contest first place.

Date: [7th of December]

Time: [7 PM to 12 AM]

Venue: HELIX ENTERTAINMENT VENUE & BAR

Dress Code: [Semi-Formal]

We look forward to celebrating this special moment with you.

Warm regards,

HELIX ENTERTAINMENT”

After reading, you immediately put the flyer down on your desk, covering your face with your hands. “I don’t wanna see that man ever again.” You avoided him for a few weeks, how could you meet again now? You sigh to yourself, thinking that it’s just one day, it’ll be over, and you can continue ignoring him again.

On the day of the event, you buy yourself a nice and luxurious royal blue dress, it’s long and it hugs your body so well. It has a pretty big cleavage, but you know you looked attractive in it anyway. You get ready, grab your hand purse, and get to the venue. As you enter the big ballroom you notice Heeseung right away, talking to some higher ups while having one hand in his pocket, and the other in the air, moving it around while talking. He’s wearing a tight black suit on, with a deep v-neck that perfectly shows his collarbone. His hair a dark velvet and slightly gelled. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. He always wore that dark aura to him, and that pissed you off. It’s like he was pulling you in despite you trying to pull away. Even if you said you hated him, your palms got sweaty when you saw him, your heartbeat got faster and you eyes slightly widened whenever you saw him. It wasn’t because he was your boss, it wasn’t because he could fire you at any moment… there was something else. And he knew it.

You breathe in one last time before going up to them. As soon as Heeseung sees you he can’t stop looking at you. How perfect you look, you elegant you came here yet so sexy. The way your boobs sat in your dress and how they looked at Heeseung first, that’s what he claims anyway. You don’t say anything to each other, you barely dare to make eye contact. But at one point the others leave your conversation, saluting both of you for now... And when you expect it least, he pulls you aside.

“Are you trying to tempt me with those tits?” He whispers. “Excuse me?” You look at him, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of confusion and anger. “I mean, look at you. Who did you come here for? Where are you going after this? Is there anyone else with you?” He launches this set of questions so weirdly, making you cross your arms which makes your boobs squeeze even tighter against each other.

“I’m here alone, Heeseung. I just liked this dress and came here with it. What’s your problem, even if I dressed up for someone?” You look angrily at him. “Because nobody can see… all of this… except for me. You’re my fuck buddy remember?”

“So? I thought friends with benefits meant something else for you. Don’t care what you think about my outfits. Just stop staring weirdo.” You rest your arms alongside your body, before turning to leave. He grabs your wrist, pulling you close to him. “Look, I don’t want to be constantly ignoring you. Can we be just like we were before?” your lips part. “You mean…. hating each other?” he sighs. “You know what I mean. Hating each other but helping each other with things.” You click your tongue. “Oh yeah, speaking of that… you never gave me my raise… or my coffee.”

“What? you can take as much coffee as you want, and I want you to help me with something before I give you the extra money.”

“And what’s that? amaze me.”

“Could you act that you’re my fiancé for tonight?”

You freeze. “Huh?”

“I don’t want you around me, at all. But It’s so annoying when people keep asking why i’m not married at my age.”

“Did you tell them that you’re a bastard? and that’s why you’re single?” you look at him pissed.

“Oh fuck off, just tell me if you want to help me or not.” you contemplate. “Maybe. If I finally get my raise, and some good sex out of you.”

“It’s on then. Let’s go meet some people here, they’re old and rich perverts but they give hella good sponsors. You might wanna cover up. I don’t want them looking at you.” he grabs your waist. “What a coincidence, that sounds like a perfect description of you in a few years.” you roll your eyes, walking with him while struggling to put on your jacket.

“Hello, Mr. Lee, and who is this beautiful lady?” they start right off the bat looking at your body and all, despite covering yourself as well as you can. You feel so uncomfortable with them but Heeseung makes sure to cover you with his body instead. “This is Y/n, my dearest fiancé. She’s a bit shy, so please talk to me instead.” You throw a slight smile while looking at him, his gesture making you really happy.

After you were done with these men, you leave to a more reserved area. “I can’t believe i’m saying this but… thanks for having my back earlier.” “Don’t fret, I saw how uncomfortable you were. Hate you or not, I can’t see you with that expression on your stupid face.”

You take your jacket off while nodding your head. “Wow, what a compliment from you mr. Lee. I acted enough; now can I stop being your dog following you everywhere?”

“Of course, you can leave too if you’re busy.”

“Hey, what about my payment? remember?”

“You want your money now? What do you wanna buy? I’ll give you my card.” He says, pulling out his card to hand it to you. “My pin is 1510. Use however much you want.”

That just stunned you. “W-What no I don’t need to buy anything. Keep your card…” you push it back to him. “I meant… you know.”

“The good sex part?” he says softly.

“Yeah. That.” you say a bit embarrassed now. “Stop making it so awkward, you’re being too quiet for your own good.” you continue.

“Why do you think that? Is my mouth too big to keep quiet?” he smiles. “Obviously, you never seem to shut up but right now you’re eerily quiet.” “I’m just thinking whether I should just eat you out like you deserve or fuck you too on top of that.” His response already gets you hot and bothered, not caring about the people who might be there or might pass you two. You get even closer to him, sliding your hand down his v-neck to touch his pecs and collarbone. “What’s stopping you from doing both? Please Heeseung. It’s my turn to be needy is it not?”

“Of course, it can be your turn whenever. Surprised you’re craving my pleasure when you can’t stand me.” “You’re still fucking hot with this suit on, personality or not.” He smiles, pulling you into a heated kiss, the butterflies rummaging through your stomach. You grab onto his hair, pushing him a little while making out. You pull away after a bit, finally unbuttoning his shirt. You touch him all over his body, barely being able to stop.

“Did you always look this good?” you say, moving your hands on his abdomen. “Were you always this desperate for me?” he smiles, letting you do whatever you want, until he begins undressing you too, sliding that dress off you in a hurry. He slips your bra off taking one tit into his mouth while kneading the other. You let out desperate sounds, wishing he would just eat you out already. His breath hot against your nipple makes your whole body shiver, inevitably making you whine. “Heeseung just suck on my pussy like that please stop teasing me damn it.”

He laughs against your skin, giving your boob one last kiss before pulling away. “Okay, okay, sit down on this couch.” You do, and he gets on his knees to slide your panties off. He makes you spread your legs for him, keeping them apart with his hands. He starts off with small kisses around your core, taking his time enjoying his meal afterall. “This is the second time you’re dripping wet for me, is it a pattern now?” you grab onto his hair to keep him there. “Shut up and just help me get through this.” He listens, starting to eat you out to the best of his ability. Hollowing his cheeks, shaking his head to suck on your folds. He puckers up his lips to kiss you all over, giving it a few sweet licks all over the slit. Once he reaches your clit, he glues his mouth on it, sucking on it leaving the nastiest sounds known to man. While he’s focusing on your clit, he sneaks his fingers to your wet hole, sliding one finger in at first, pounding it into you at a steady rate. You cannot stop moaning loudly, the pleasure being too much for you. He inserts another finger in, curling them inside you, reaching your g-spot easily.

“Oh, right there, Hee. Don’t you dare stop or you’re so dead— oh my fucking god that’s so good.” His hand speeds up, he pulls his mouth away to flick his tongue on your bud faster and faster; matching the rhythm of his fingers. “Fuck!” you cry out. “Heeseung i’m gonna… cum please … keep going.” You lose your mind. He speeds up even more, destroying your pussy with his fingers, actually giving you hope that he’s gonna let you finish. Once you get as close as you’ve ever been, he pulls out and away completely, making your body shake. You groan suddenly opening your eyes in disbelief. “What the fuck..?” you say angrily. “You thought I was just gonna let you cum like that from something so simple?” You glare. “You’re so fucking annoying, I had such a good orgasm forming.”

He caresses your cheek. “Stop pouting, let me make you cum forreal now, okay?” you still look mad, but you grab onto the hem of his pants, pulling them down in one second; his boner is quite visible already. You pull his dick out, stroking it while he gets a condom out his wallet again (Somehow he’s always ready). You keep stroking him, squeezing his tip with your fingers until he leaks precum everywhere. You stop that to pull his boxers down further, letting him put his condom on. He strokes himself a few more times before positioning himself to penetrate you. He slowly pushes his cock in, making slow movements at first, slowly speeding up to fuck you good. “You’re taking it so well, and you feel so good..” You hum, slowly wrapping your legs around him. “That’s amazing… keep going..” you whine, letting him fuck you til you lose your mind.

He slightly moans at every thrust, managing to get deeper and deeper with every thrust. You feel him so deep inside, hitting your g-spot again with his swollen tip. The sudden zap makes you grab onto his biceps with your hands, digging your nails into his skin while moaning louder. “Mhm…. That’s the spot. Don’t stop please…” He finally listens to your pleads, pounding into your sweet spot over and over as you leave red scratches all over his arms. Your hands move up to his upper back, scratching him like a wild cat. He hisses multiple times at the pain, but he lets you react this way just to see all your reactions to him destroying you once again. You tighten around him as you’re about to cum.

“Hee...please let me cum... plea—oh that feels so good please…” you say as you start crying, small tears running down your cheeks shutting your eyes forcefully. “Who’s crying on my cock now? You love getting fucked like this don’t you slut?” he says while speeding up even more, making you squirt on him on the spot. His words buzz in your ear over and over while you lose your mind completely. Your legs shake on his lower back, getting his dick wet with your squirt. “You’re so messy when you cum.” He groans, getting close to his release too. “Oh fuck you… you know you like it… cum already…. come on.” A few more thrusts in and he pulls out to take his condom off his dick. He gives himself a few more strokes before releasing strings of cum all over your stomach. He holds onto your thigh with his other hand while continuing to stroke himself. You look down to your stomach just to see, biting your lip at the scenery. “That’s a new one… you look damn hot doing it.” He slightly smiles at you. “Figured we’d both get messy.” You both quickly clean up the best you can, trying not to get caught by anyone despite how loud you both were the entire time.

“Is this the good sex you were talking about?” he says in a sly manner. “Obviously, if that even means something to you. If there’s one good thing about you it might just be that dick.” You roll your eyes at him. “Oh my, should I feel honored?” he says sarcastically.

You both get out of there, having no intention of staying after what both just did. He gives you the rest of the evening off and gives you your very awaited raise. He was generous with his numbers, that good time really helped. might despise you, or that’s what you think, but he took that raise seriously and you couldn’t stop smiling at your bank balance.

A few days later, you get a text at work from none other than Heeseung. You never gave him your number, so it was a surprise.

“hey y/n”

“Who is this?”

“the guy you fucked 2 days ago”

“ugh what do u want”

“i’m your boss, don’t text me that way”

“whatever, why are u texting me and where did u get my number”

“yena, i just wanted to give you some extra work today”

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The photo he sent shows his lower body sitting on a chair with his legs slightly manspreading, a thick bulge layering on his dark grey pants while his left hand is gripping the said bulge. Multiple veins are seen branching down from his hand to his arm.

The moment you saw the picture your eyes scattered throughout the pixels in your phone without being able to stop. The photo he took was so damn attractive to you for no specific reason but the way his hand looked, the way you just knew that bulge in his pants was throbbing, begging to get out the tight bottom wear. Still, you decided to be a little cold to him as you always were.

“oh why should i help u? i already got my raise”

“do u want this to be your only one?”

You leave him on seen for a minute or two.

“where r u”

“in my office, tell my bodyguard i called you in here”

“🖕”

You get up, fixing your makeup a little before leaving your office to get to his. After you close the door behind you, you both have a moment of intense eye contact, just to break it off by looking down. “You got here fast. Missed me that much?” you smack your lips. “It’s not like you threatened me or anything.” He laughs softly. “You know you missed me already. Did you touch yourself to the picture I sent, too?” He slowly walks towards you.

“What? No. You’re not all that Heeseung. Your mouth moves too much though.”

“Oh yeah? Then let's see what yours can do.”

He grabs your chin, pulling it up so you can only look into his eyes. There are a few seconds of silence where your heart skips a beat… then in his lowest tone you hear him say...

“Get on your knees.”

He releases the grasp on your chin, letting you lower yourself, finally making eye contact with his bulge. “Aren’t we gonna get caught here?” He shakes his head. “No one can enter without my permission. No one can leave either, like you here.” He smiles. You squeeze your legs together at his words while sliding his pants and boxers off in one move. His hardened cock springs out, bouncing off his navel. You start with small pecks to his red tip, slowly moving down to his entire length. He looks down at you, admiring your sweet moves to bring him pleasure. “You’re adorable like this, did you know?” he chuckles. “Eat a dick.” He slaps your cheek. “Too bad you’re eating mine right now.” You glare up at him before taking his tip in your mouth, stroking him with your hand. You have your other hand resting on his right knee, as you bop your head back and forth little by little. He smiles at you, grabbing your hair into a ponytail just to keep your head in place and to be able to fuck your mouth a bit.

You unwrap your hand from around him cock, letting him completely take control, going at his desired pace. He moans at the feeling, throwing his head back for a second. “Fuck yeah... I see this mouth is better at doing things other than complaining all the time.” His thrusts are making you slightly choke on his dick, getting harder and harder to breathe. You grab onto his thighs, trying to at least make him slow down, but to no avail. It feels too good for him to stop now, your mouth wrapped so tight around his dick; sending him waves of bliss with each thrust. After a good while he pulls away, letting you breathe again. “I fucking hate you.” You say, looking up at him. “Don’t talk to your superior that way, brat.” He grabs the base of his cock, slapping the tip onto your lips multiple times.

You take him in your mouth again, bopping your head up and down faster than before. You try using your tongue against as well, caressing the sensitive spot between his tip and length with the tip of your tongue.

“That feels so good. Don’t pull away.” He whispers. You leave little hums to confirm that you won’t, letting him get closer to his release with those emitted vibrations. After a few more sloppy bops, he moans like hell, grabbing onto the back of your head to push you deeper onto him. “Y/n i’m— gonna cum… hold on…” he moans out, his eyes closed shut. You keep going, wanting him to cum right in your mouth. “Mmm…hmm.” Is all you can let out, before he cums deep in your throat, automatically swallowing all of it. He leaves out a small groan, pulling out your mouth after he’s done. A string of saliva links his tip and your tongue as he pulls away further.

“Good girl. You swallowed all of it.” You give him a little smile, standing up while wiping your mouth. “Might’ve been the best i’ve ever had, come here.” He says, grabbing your waist with his arms. He leans in to give you a genuine kiss, not a lustful one, definitely not. He keeps you in that deep kiss for a while, pulling away only to pull you in again. “Where... is this … coming from?” you chuckle a little, asking between kisses. “I don’t think… I can stand… completely hating… you anymore…” your eyes widen a bit. “Was my mouth that good?” you say jokingly, and he shakes his head. “Not just that, not just sex. You have a crazy charm to you, I don’t know if you can feel it.”

“That’s crazy coming from you Lee Heeseung.”

“I want you in my life Y/n, you can be mad all you want but it doesn’t change things between us.”

“You’ve already been in mine way too long.” You smile.

“Exactly, I want you to be so sick of me, no medicine would be able to treat you.”

“I guess we can make it work… you’re crazy hot, still might need to tape that mouth though.”

“Is that a secret kink?” He laughs.

“Oh, shut up.” You push him slightly. You can’t lie, being his girlfriend now was tempting, no matter how much you tried to hate him, he attracted you more and more without even realising. Every time he was in your presence your subconscious was happy to see him. Your mind played tricks on you, and you hated how much you adored him.

Dating Lee Heeseung, your boss, was one of the best decisions of your life. Turns out he’s sweeter than it seems, he would give his life for you, and you would too. You didn’t need anyone else, only your soulmate and your cat. You ended up moving in together, always cooking dinner together, going on vacations together and just enjoying eachother’s presence. He was such a sweet guy, something you never expected to see from such a man. Yena definitely judged you when she first found out about your new relationship, but quickly came along with the idea. Thing is, Heeseung acted this way with others but he was so sweet with you. He only loved you. His sparkly bambi eyes always stare at you with such admiration when you walk in the room. He can’t stop admiring you all the time.

I guess he wasn’t that bad after all.

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a/n: thank you so much for reading this!! I spent a few days on it and it was definitely experimental. reblogging/liking would be very much appreciated < 3

[daengtokki]

I’d love to read about Seungmin taking care of you while you’re sick. I know he’d be so sweet and loving 🥰

Kim Seungmin/gn!reader

wc: 1.1k

rating: fluff

A crash echoing in from the kitchen wakes you from your doze, and you groan so loudly you’re afraid he hears it. What could he have possibly dropped? All he was doing was grabbing the painkillers. He’s trying his best. He doesn’t even have to be here right now.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t get the drawer open, something was stuck inside…uh, here ya go.” His clenched fist hovers over you, and he drops two capsules in your palm. “Are they the right ones?”

And the migraine is just making you more sensitive. Having him with you while you’re feeling under the weather is brand new. "Yeah, thank you."

“Oh, you need a drink”

“No, I have my water”

He stops and turns back to you, a shy smile stuck on his face. This isn’t the first time, or the second time he’s been here, but it’s never for very long, and never overnight. And he doesn’t have to take time away from his own busy schedule for you, ever—you’ve told him that countless times. But now it’s late and Seungmin is still at your apartment, comfortable in his shorts and sweatshirt and his warm socks. You don’t think you’ve ever been more attracted to him than you are right now.

“I’ll be right back”

He spins and heads back to the kitchen, and you listen carefully to try to figure out what he’s doing. The faucet, the cabinet doors opening and closing, and the clink of cups, or mugs…he must be making tea. Eventually, the scent drifts into the bedroom—spicy and sweet. Seungmin returns with a mug in each hand, and he’s taking his time, being as careful as possible as he sets them on the bedside table.

“I’m not sure if it really works, but I saw it when I stopped at the store on the way here. If it just tastes good, I guess that’s okay, too.”

The pounding in your head becomes unbearable, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut. “What is it?” You whisper, trying not to sound too irritable.

“How bad is the pain…one to ten?” Seungmin carefully sits on the edge of the bed, your mug of tea in his cupped hands.

It does smell nice. “Uh…a seven, maybe.”

“It’s supposed to help with headaches”

“Oh, you’re so sweet. Come over here”

“Yeah?” You nod again, and he nods back. “Okay.”

This is also brand new, sharing a bed. It’s a shame the first time has to be under these circumstances, but you’ll take him any way you can get him. The original plan was to have dinner, but after a few subtle hints, you managed to turn it into a late dinner and a sleepover. The migraine ruined it, but Seungmin still insisted on coming over, even if all you did was stay in bed and put up with him.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it. It’s very gingery.”

“It smells good.” You take a sip, and it’s not too hot, so you take a bigger one. “Thank you.”

Seungmin keeps a careful distance on top of the blankets—too much distance, but he’s going to treat you like this migraine could break you at any moment. You have to look at him through squinted eyes, try to smile and let him know you’ll be okay if he gets closer. You’ll be okay if he touches you.

“The lights...I forgot to turn the lights down.” He’s up and headed for the kitchen again. The light clicks off. Back in the bedroom, he flicks the light switch on the wall, so now the only glow is from the hallway light spilling in through the cracked door. “That’s better.”

“Much better. Six.”

Back on the bed, same distance. He nervously rubs his thighs, and his knees.

“You look cute in your pjs. Is this what you usually wear to bed?”

The pink on his cheeks rises slowly, and ends at the tips of his ears. You don’t think it was that odd of a question, but Seungmin is clearly a little flustered. Hopefully it wasn’t too much.

“I’m sorry, too personal?” You laugh. It’s not—you know he isn’t that sensitive, but he ended up being much more shy than you expected.

Idol Seungmin is a different person. Seungmin with his fellow members is also a different person. Your version of him, at least so far, is quiet, a little unsure, and not always confident in his actions.

“No, it’s not,” he smiles. “I don’t wear this much to bed, usually, but that didn’t seem appropriate tonight.”

“Well, if you get warm…”

“I’ll take off my socks.” He wiggles his toes and moves himself closer.

It hurts your head, but you let yourself laugh. Seungmin is funny, and he knows it. You’ll indulge him every time. “Is that a promise?”

This is different. It’s not the same as your closeness on the couch, or in the back of the car—this is your bed, and it doesn’t get more cozy and intimate than this. When you let your pounding head rest on his shoulder, his cheek lands on you. Something finally gives, and he seems to relax. You’re not sure what you did, but he shifts again, and you feel his soft lips press against your forehead. “Four.”

“If I could kiss away the pain, I would,” he says under his breath.

“Can you try?”

Whether he’s ready or not, you wrap your arms around him and bring him closer. But he does the same. Seungmin squeezes, but not too tightly, and places another kiss on your forehead, on your temple, and down your cheek. Wherever he can reach.

“I think it’s working”

Seungmin keeps going, “it’s a good thing I came over,” and finally makes it to your lips. He kisses very cautiously, and not nearly long enough when he pulls away to look at you.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, just checking”

“I’m good…three and a half.” The strong fingers kneading into the back of your neck is the same move from his last visit. “That feels nice.” Hopefully, his next move is also the same as before.

“Does it? It’s not too much?”

You shake your head and close your eyes, and his lips press against yours again. This time he stays. His tongue slides across your mouth to gain access, and you let him in.

“Three," you somehow manage to get it out between his kisses, “two…”

[doomssoiree]

DAYDREAM SERIES(txt ver.)

❤︎ ────living through five daydreams with five dreamy boys.

daydream one has been delivered…

DREAM #1:

(수빈)soobin. hold me down.

TROPE: office romance, boss + assistant, co-workers to lovers

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff, slice of life

I was wondering, could you hold me down?

── SOOBIN BEGINS to realize he has more than a tiny infatuation for you after you take care of him and his morning hangover, prompting him to visit unannounced in the evening to sort out his feelings with you. little did he know, that would land him in a tub full of bubbles with you.

“If you love baby, let me hear you say it, I know I’m your favorite.”

── SOOBIN'S GROANS filled the space of the room, echoing off the walls and coming right back to him, further irritating his growing headache. the man sat up, as much as his aching body would let him, holding his hands over his face to avoid the sun glaring into his window, casting her warm rays over the room, which usually he’d find comforting but the hangover looming over his being made him unable to enjoy her visit to his morning. soobin wiped his hands down his face, trying to get rid of the exhaustion and drowsiness before opening his eyes, only to end up squinting against the stinging sunlight. he scanned his bedroom, picking up on the small disturbances in the usually organized room.

he noticed that his clothes from the night before were littered on the floor, some of the things on his dresser knocked over, his phone laying at the end of the bed, probably dead by now. these were small signs of soobin coming home drunk and making a mess, though before he could try and recollect on the events of the past, a soft knock from his door pulled him out of his thoughts. his eyes slowly moved towards the door, anxiety spiking at the idea of some woman his drunken self may have brought home coming through, which he was in no state to deal with. 

“Mr. choi, can I come in?” the familiarity of the soft voice immediately soothed soobin’s worries, filling him with a sense of comfort that only one person on this earth can bring him, other than his family. “of course, come in.” soobin responded, as loud as he could without hurting his head more, voice deep and raspy from lingering sleep and the light scratch in his throat. a small smile found his lips as his lovely assistant pushed the door open, a warm smile on your own face and hands bearing your purse, flowers, and a plastic bag that made soobin a little curious. the man’s eyes followed you as you journeyed further into his room, watching as you placed your purse and bag on the bed before moving to place the fresh flowers in the vase on his nightstand, replacing the dead ones he’d been too busy to take care of. 

“how are you feeling? Is the hangover bad?” you asked gently, making soobin groan at the reminder of the tension of the hangover weighing on him, “it’s pretty bad..” he mumbled, sounding almost inaudible due to the depth of his voice. you hummed in response to him, “I thought so. you should take some medicine.” soobin nodded agreement, following your figure as you moved closer to the bed and dug through your purse, pulling out a container of painkillers and then grabbing a bottle of water from the plastic bag. soobin’s smile only got bigger, dimples peeking as he accepted the medication and water. 

soobin always adored how caring you were, more than he’d like to admit. it was just something about you going out of your way to do things like this and making sure he was at his best health, that made his heart swell. it was really just something about you, your kind and comforting aura, that drew him in, made him want to be closer. you had to be one of the best assistants that he’s had, and he had many. and maybe, he’s just saying that because he has a tiny infatuation with you, but at least he’s being honest. 

“you’re too good to me. aren’t you tired of me?” soobin asked as he sat back against his headboard, running his ring clad hand through his hair, a lazy smile forming on his lips as you laughed at his question. “even if I was, I wouldn’t tell you.” you responded, earring a wider grin from him and a light shake of his head. when you started to move from his side, soobin felt a twinge of disappointment, already missing the banter that you two commonly shared before you were even gone, or maybe it was just you he’d miss.

“I brought you some tea and soup for your hangover, I’ll put them in the fridge before I go.” you told the man, earning a hum from him as he watched you near the door, a frown and a look of longing on his face, a reaction to you leaving that he didn’t realize was showing in his expression. oh how he wished to reach out and tell you to stay, take care of him, wash away the remaining ache that hadn’t been reached by your comfort yet. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow Mr. choi. please rest well on your day off.” you gentle voice pulled his heartstrings, as did that cute little smile you gave him. you both shared a look of understanding, easily informing him that you cleared his schedule so he could recover without disruption, without saying anything. god he loved that. “I will, my love. and thank you.” soobin responded just as gently, noting the way your smile turned slightly timid at the pet name. you were just so gorgeous no matter what you did, huh? he gave a small nod as you waved goodbye, willing himself not to jump out of bed and cling to you like a dog who didn’t want his owner to leave.

your absence immediately made the room become ten times colder than before and the sun’s rays much duller, as if you took the sun herself, and the heat that came with it, with you. maybe he was just imagining things, but it felt like his world was so much colder, nearly grey when you weren’t around. the aura and the overall warmth that radiated off of you, genuinely made him feel so much better, like you just transfer your energy and easily cleanse his, make him feel relaxed and calm. there’s just something about you that made him feel so right, so at home.

god he missed you, it was a sickening feeling that had him hiding underneath his covers like a scared toddler, hiding from his thoughts of you, someone that worked for him. it was so strange that he thought of you this way, and he just couldn’t figure out why; or maybe he was just trying to avoid the reason why, because he was trying to convince himself that he shouldn’t feel such a way about his assistant, but the more he tried, the more he yearned to break that rule and hope you’d do or feel the same. 

soobin sighed, closing his eyes so that he could sleep off these lingering feelings and the dull aching in his body. he needed to get a grip.

“first you love me, then you leave me in the basement. I know i’m favorite”

the steam hazed into the air, filling the kitchen with an infused scent of miso soup and raspberry hibiscus tea. the light mist fogged up soobin’s glasses as he took spoonfuls of soup into his mouth while staring at the documents on his laptop screen, but clearing as soon as it came once he put the utensil down. the warm liquid danced on his taste buds gently, waltzing gracefully down his throat and settling in his stomach peacefully, leaving a warm feeling that he’s never quite felt before while eating food; that was even more of a clear sign that the soup was homemade, other than the fact that it came in a glass container with strawberries on it, something only you would own. something about a home-cooked meal left such a fluttery feeling in soobin, he could easily feel the love that was put in it and it reminded him so much of his mother. the fact that you made it for him, made it ten times more special, made his poor heart squeeze. 

he found it rather hard to focus with all these thoughts and feelings floating around, every single little thing making him think of you: the tea, the soup, his mother’s loving messages, his cat rubbing his calf, even the documents he keeps having to re-read. you just seem to be surrounding him, like you felt tiny pieces of yourself in everything he owned, the biggest pieces being in his mind and heart.

soobin sighed, shutting his laptop and leaning back in his seat, hands running through his hair in exhaustion, as if he hadn’t spent the past hour getting nothing done. this internal spiral he seemed to be going through was taking a toll on him, as well as that dull aching that was wrapping its cold hands around his body and soul. when he’d awakened earlier, around three pm, soobin had quickly discovered that this ache was not caused by his hangover; no, those symptoms had faded long before you left; it was something else entirely. it was the feeling of longing that settled in his bones, heavy sorrow that sat on his shoulders and dragged him down; there was a tight string around his mournful heart, and it tugged, tugged, and tugged, begging for him to follow and go to where he belonged. his heart missed you, and it was desperate to be with you, he needed to be with you, he yearned for it no matter how his mind tried to convince him otherwise.

oh, what was a man to do? what was he to do when these feelings were no longer ones to ignore, that ran too deep in his body and festered in the darkest corners within him. this tiny infatuation was never tiny, nor was it just an infatuation, this man was in love with you, and he had been from the moment he watched you be interviewed from the hallway outside of the conference room. soobin was in love with you. 

soobin played with the thought a little in his head, let himself come to terms with it and made a silent agreement with his heart not to fight it anymore; by the time it really settled in his mind, he was already up and on the way to the door, leaving behind his meal. no meal was more important than you in the moment or any moment. he had to sort out these feelings with you before tomorrow or he might not be able to be in the same room with you without exploding. 

“pussy so good it sets me on fire, I leave myself, I elevate higher.”

sounds of flowing water peeked from the crack of the door, like the sound of a flowing stream, whispering a soothing serenade to your weary body, calling you to its sanctuary of warmth and promising to make all your woes disappear, should you listen. you were tempted to, the coolness of the silk fabric tied around your body making your body feel extra sensitive, the fatigue making your bones groan with each movement you made. still, you would resist temptation till you finished organizing the orders for soobin’s business party next week. 

being choi soobin’s assistant was never an easy job, but doing half of your boss’s work for the day, plus yours, proved to be more than your mind and body could handle. of course you were glad that the man got to rest after getting hammered the night before, but you seemed to have overestimated your skills a bit. you don’t even know how soobin runs a whole company without getting burned out. that man was an absolute god warrior. speaking of soobin, you wondered how he was holding up, if his hangover was any better. soobin was a strong man and probably gotten over it by now but you can’t help but worry about him, though you couldn’t tell if that was just because of your raging crush on him or just because he was your boss. either way you hoped he was okay. 

a sudden knock pierced through your train of thought, prompting you to glance at the little clock in the bottom right corner of your laptop screen and wonder who was at your door at seven pm. you pushed your laptop out of your lap, setting it aside as you slid off the bed. you peeked into the bathroom from where you were standing, the tub not being even halfway filled to the point that you usually liked. you were thankful to soobin for being able to live in such a luxurious apartment that had a bathtub nearly the size of a pool. a small smile tugged at your lips at the thought, hands tightening the robe as you walked out of your bedroom, making sure none of your assets would be shown to whatever stranger you may greet.

the floorboards creaked under your light footsteps, the lights reflecting off the gold of your jewelry as you ventured to your front door, wondering who could be paying you a visit at such a time of the night. you expected it to be something bizarre, used to yeonjun and beomgyu popping up randomly with dumb suggestions of things to do for fun or out of this world stories to tell, but what you hadn’t anticipated to be oh so patiently waiting behind the door was your boss; choi soobin himself. your heart had leaped into your throat before you two even locked eyes, mind swirling on the possibility of reasons he could be at your doorstep right now.

“Mr. choi? what are you doing here?” you spoke up first, hoping your voice didn’t reveal how shocked and nervous you were. “just call me soobin for tonight. I’m not Mr. choi at the moment.” he told you softly, voice just as nervous as you were internally and a light blush dusted across the skin of his cheeks and nose as he rubbed the back of his neck; what surprised you more was the fact that he wanted you to call him by his first name, you didn’t know weather to be worried or endeared. he stared, as if waiting for you to repeat your question but with his name this time, you almost rolled your eye. “soobin, what are you doing here?” you asked again, for his satisfaction, heart leaping again at the way he grinned.

If only you knew how his own heart started racing at that; it just rolled off your tongue so smooth, he especial like the way you pronounced soo and bin with a tiny space between them, how cute. he just wants to drop the formalities all the way at this point, hear you say his name all day.

“I came to talk to you, my love. we have something important to discuss.” oh god, the way he said my love, so sweetly and lovingly, could send you straight to heaven. he always told you that you were too sweet, but choi soobin? he was the sweetest, and you just so happened to have a sweet tooth. 

his words gave you slight anxiety, brain quickly racking through your every action throughout the day and wondering if you’d done anything to upset him in anyway; if he’s letting you call him soobin and calling you my love then it’s a slim chance, but that did not sooth your overthinking mind. as if he sensed your slight distress, soobin shook his head and took your hands in his, “don’t overthink it honey, it’s nothing bad, I promise.” he cooed, the pet name making your stomach erupt with butterflies. it’s the second time he’s used such sweet names in the past five minutes and you already felt you might vomit, in a good way. 

soobin was always so quick to soothe your woes as quick as he sniffed them out, luring you out of your angst and overthinking with ease, like some kind of healing fairy. the first time he did it was what caused your little crush; you’d made a mistake that put him in a bit of trouble, though he was able to fix it. you’d beat yourself up about it, scaring yourself half to death because you believed he was going to fire you, but he was quick to shut it down. he’d held your face in his hands, gently shaking your head side to side as he reassured you that he wasn’t going to fire you, that he can’t fault you for a mistake on something he should have handle himself or at least help you with, it was your first week working with him and  you were prone to mistakes.

he’d asked for forgiveness after comforting you, flashing you that charming smile that made his dimples so prominent, and sending your heart into a downward spiral straight into his hands. you’ll never forget that moment, and suddenly that was all you could think about as he held your hands, looking at you so tenderly and reassuring you so gently; you could just drown in him and never come up. 

your stare seemed to make soobin nervous, the man shifting on his feet slightly and inhaling, swallowing with a light bop of his adams apple; it made you grin softly seeing your usually calm, collected, and charming boss so fidgety in your presence, though your not sure why, it was endearing still. soobin was having an inner crisis in the meantime, still trying to figure out how to talk to you about his feelings and wondering how the hell you're so cute and sexy at the same time. god you were such an angel.

“can I…come in?” he asked after clearing his throat, adding a bit of depth to his voice but still keeping his tone soft for you. you nodded with a gentle smile that made his heart thump harshly against his chest. he followed you into the apartment, to which he was familiar with since he bought it, so he didn’t bother looking around, the comfort of it already making him sure he’d spend the rest of his day here with you, if you’d let him. 

soobin took the time to admire you as he sauntered behind: taking note of your shiny hair and pretty skin, your side profile he could slightly see from this angle, every curve and dip of your gorgeous self. he admired every perfect imperfection his eyes could see, just soaking you in and not doubting for a second in his mind that you were divinely made. oh how he longed to take you in his arms, hold you close and kiss each and every part of skin his lips could reach, worshipping you like you deserve. soobin was a weak, desperate man for you.

“so, what do you wanna talk about?” his heart jumps at the question, eyes watching as you sat down, rather gracefully in his opinion, and crossed your legs, his gaze dropping down to the smooth limbs and hands aching to touch him. he cleared his throat, ripping his eyes away and adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. he was feeling rather hot under your gaze.

“well…” he started, but the words sort of died on his tongue and fell back into the dark pit of his mind. he didn’t know how to put his feelings into full sentences; he didn’t want to just tell you that he was in love with you and that’s it, he wanted to tell you everything he felt in detail but then he’d sound like shakespeare. he didn’t know how to confess, but he wanted it to be respectful and not seem like he was forcing his feelings onto you, most of all he wanted it to be memorable. 

soobin sank to his knees in front of you, like you were the queen herself, to him you were. he placed his hands beside both your thighs, maintaining his respectful stance while being so close in proximity. “listen, my love, I want to be honest with you.” he started, letting his mind speak while being mindful of the limited amount of words he had before he’d start rambling. he looked up, the small sparkle in your eyes making him smile, he loved your little curious looks. unfortunately for him, he couldn’t hear how your heart was beating furiously. 

“I want you to know that i’ve loved you for quite some time now.” it was only the first sentence and both of you could feel your hearts beating out of your chests, breaths syncing up as nerves radiated in the air. “for the longest time, i’ve felt this ache in me that I couldn’t quite explain. I found myself missing you even when we were in the same room and yearning for you to be closer.” you’d forgotten how to breathe at this point, each word making your heart swell the more he spoke with so much love and almost a hint of desperation, you never believed someone could love you this much.  

“I need you so bad, that it physically hurts.”

“my love, I love you so damn much, it makes me sick to my stomach.”

he expressed it like he was to die in the next minute, like they were his dying words that he had to say to you for him to be able to move on peacefully. you would have thought he’d just recited a poem with the way you teared up, with the way your heart felt as if it would explode out of your chest, it felt as if he’d set you soul on fire with the passion he put into the words he spoke. soobin, a little worried due to your reaction, moved his hands to your thighs, soothingly rubbing circles on the silk adorned skin and shushing you softly, not to stop you from possibly crying but to tell you to let his words settle for a few minutes. “you can cry, gorgeous, but don’t give me a response yet, that’s not what I came for.” he told you gently, leaning down to kiss your knee before resting his head there and basking in your beauty, something he could do for years.

as if soobin’s words and actions were a request, tears slowly descended down your cheeks, hands finding the man’s face and squishing it slightly, earning a smile as he leaned in your hand. the love and emotion that the two of you felt for each other melded together, floating slowly up into the air and surrounding you with a warm glow. you loved this man more than he knew, and you so badly wanted to tell him, return the feelings, stay in this moment forever but you would have to save that for later because you seemed to have just now remembered that you left the tub running. 

soobin was a little shocked when you suddenly shot up from the couch, chuckling at the gasp you let out as you scurried away. he slowly stood up, placing his hand on his racing heart as he followed after you, letting the string that wrapped so tightly around the organ, guide him to where it wants to be. “must’ve forgotten something.” he mused with a smile as he stepped into the bathroom after you, watching fondly as you stopped the sigh of the faucet and sighed yourself, relieved that the water wasn’t too close to the top of the tub. soobin’s eyes scanned the spacious bathroom, noticing the dim lights, the lit candles, the bubbles floating over the water, and the flowers that littered the steamy liquids. you must have been planning on relaxing in the bath before he’d came by, which made him feel a little bad for interrupting.

“did I disturb you?” he asked as he approached where you were sitting on the edge of the tub, you shook your head, “no but you should be careful, you might slip-” your words were cut short as your foot slipped from under you, as if you’d jinxed yourself by trying to warn him. soobin barely had time to react when you grabbed onto his shirt in an attempted to save yourself, his arm flying out to wrap around your waist, which was no use because he ended up losing his own footing and making both of you tumble into the deep cavern of water and bubbles, the edges of the tub just high enough to keep any large amounts of water from splashing on the floor, save a few drops. 

your bodies sunk into the water, colliding together as soobin landed on top of you and his face pressed against your wet shoulder as bubbles flew up around the both of you, falling in hair and over soaked bodies. soobin lifted his head, looking down at you with a wide grin and amusement dancing in his half-open eyes, finding this situation rather thrilling. “you could have just asked me to get in, you know? I would have said yes my love, didn’t have to pull me in.” he teased, using his wet, ring clad finger to place bubbles on your nose, making you roll your eyes. “you know I didn’t do it on purpose. you look like you’d preferred that way.” you teased back, earning a deep hum of agreement as the man pressed his forehead gently against yours, staring intensely, but lovingly into your pretty eyes. 

“of course I do baby, I would fall with you or for you, anytime.” he responded lowly, breath gently fanning over your face, so gorgeous under the dim candlelight and the celestial shine pouring from the windows, the moon blessing him with such a piece of  art. goosebumps littered your skin from the scent of him, infused with his cool, minty breath and the heavy weight of his words spoken into the tenison lingering in the air, making your skin feel hot from more than just the heat of the water. 

soobin’s gaze dropped to your lips, plump and still covered with a faint coat of gloss. he wanted to taste them, meld his lips with them similar to how your bodies were. he wanted to slowly devour them, lick them, bite them, savour your flavor till he so addicted, that no food could feed his hunger for you. he wanted to run his hands all over you, feel every curve and imperfection, study it and memorize it. he wanted to become one with you, melt into you and become nothing but energy.

you could feel it too, the burning passion, the un-ignorable urge to tangle the strings of your hearts together so that neither of you could separate, so that your souls have no choice but to blend together and fill the room with an energy strong enough to burn the whole building down. the love he had for you, you could feel it strong now that you're here, in his arms. it’s tenfold, much deep than the words he had confessed, much louder for the whole world to hear. you feel it too, you felt it so deeply, so intensely, that your own feelings had no choice but to bubble up to the surface and overflow the tub. 

“may I?” he asked as his eyes found yours again, voice as gentle as his touch, and barely above a whisper. the sparkle in your eyes told him yes, and so did your body as you pulled him closer, but soobin was nothing if not a gentleman, so he’d want hours till you verbally said yes, to kiss you; you couldn’t put into words how that made you feel. “yes, please..” you murmured, and it was nothing you had to beg for, but he found you doing so incredibly endearing. it was slow the way he leaned in, though he was needy, he took his time getting to you, inch by inch. once his lips met yours, he had to pause to savor the feeling, his whole body tingling at the sensation.

they were smooth, delicate, the thickness of them comparable to a pillow and the wetness of the gloss making him feel like he was kissing silk. he could recite a million adjectives about your lips alone. when he started to move, it was gradual, lips wrapped around yours in a gentle bite, taking his time to taste you and commit the flavor to memory. soobin’s free hand came up to hold your face, thumb delicately caressing your skin as he pushed closer to you, as if needing to be as close as humanly possible to you. a low groan, body shuddering slightly the longer your lips and his danced with one another. the kiss started to increase in intensity in only a few minutes, going from slow and sweet, to something more needy, hungry. 

you devoured each other's lips with greed, needing more and more from each other with each passing moment. soobin couldn’t bother to hold back a single sound he made, and neither could you; the sounds of your mixed noises echoed around the bathroom, creating a lovely harmony that played well over the sounds of watering moving as your hands journeyed each other’s bodies eagerly.

 soobin’s hand found yours under the water, and with a gentle grip on your wrist, he pulled up. his lips left yours slowly, eyes sharing a moment of intense contact that sent a spark of electricity through your body; he turned his head away, bringing your hand to his lips and placing sweet kisses on the pulse point, trailing them up your wrist and into your palm, making butterflies flutter wildly in your chest and stomach. “mm, you're so gorgeous. I could never get enough of you.” he said in a low voice, his lips trailing back down to your wrist and descending your forearm until he reached the inside of your elbow. he slowly turned your arm, continuing to kiss up it and reaching your shoulder. “can’t get enough.” he repeated as he littered your shoulder with kisses, making your stomach tingle with every little press of his lips. 

soobin reached up to your face, hand cupping your cheek as he lifted your head slowly, proceeding to press his lips against your neck, earning little moans that made his heart thump harshly in his chest. he was making it his mission to cover every inch of your skin with his kisses. while he focused on his task, your hands were on their own mission, subtly undoing each button of his shirt, starting from the bottom and gradually reaching the top. as you opened his shirt, soobin shuddered, face flushing and mind reeling with the idea of being bare, under your loving gaze. “you're driving me crazy, baby.” he mumbled against the skin of your collarbone, goosebumps decorating his skin as your soft hands felt up his body, the heat of the water on his skin combined with the warmth of your hands making him rather feverish. 

“soobin..” you breathed out as the man lightly sucked on a spot just above the valley of your breast, tongue darting out to lap over the little mark he made. “can I take this off, my love?” he asked politely as his hand moved over the silk fabric of your robe, completely soaked now. you nodded slowly, breath hitching slightly as he slowly undid the ribbon around your waist, and watched with pure adoration as the robe fell apart in the water. good god, you were just so divine from your head to your toes, he might start crying. “what am I to do with all this beauty?” soobin whispered as he leaned in to kiss your lips once again, removing the pink garment from your form and throwing over the edge of the tub, paying no mind to the fact that it was dripping on the floor. he only cared about you right now. 

soobin moved back from you, water splashing on his stomach as he sat on his knees and took you in like he was staring at a geek sculpture of a goddess. he took his time: noting your hair that rested genty over your face, every detail of your pretty face, the way the water enveloped your heavenly body, hiding some parts but delicately accentuating others. the warm lights of the candles contoured some of your features, the moon only adding a more magical look to the image in front of him, making him feel as if he was experiencing some type of divine intervention, he just couldn’t believe that he was here with you right now. when his eyes finally found your’s again, he swore his heart plummeted into the tub, it seemed that he wasn’t the only one doing the admiring. something about that made him dizzy, knowing that you found him as attractive as he did you. 

the man’s ring clad hands came up to your knee, caressing the smooth skin of your leg as he moved his hand down to your ankle, yanking it slightly and moving between your legs, earning a gasp. “I want to make you feel good, can I?” he asked, voice filled with slight need as if it was more of a plea. his hand moved up under your knee as he leaned down, pressing kisses into the skin of your thigh, “can I, baby?” he repeated the question again, looking up with pleading eyes. 

“you can soobin.” you responded breathlessly, feeling yourself go a little more insane with each kiss he placed on your thighs, a shiver running up your spine as he smiled against your flesh, “thank you, my love.” he whispered, as you’d blessed him just by giving him permission. soobin placed one more kiss on the back of your thigh, sucking the plump skin slowly and leaving another mark, loving the way you reacted so well everytime he did it. he moved his hands up your thighs, taking a firm hold of your hips and chuckling at the way you squirmed slightly, obviously being a little ticklish. he’ll remember that for another time. the man hoisted you up out of the water, causing a huge splash of water as he placed you on the edge of the tub. he moved closer to you again, remaining on his knees as he looked upon you like you were the most out of this world being he’d ever seen, in his world you were. his glossy eyes moved over each part of your body, admiring with bated breath as his gaze made its way up to your pretty face.

“god your so fucking heavenly, baby.” he moaned, moving between your thighs and kissing all over the inner parts, squeezing your hips gently, eliciting a sharp inhale from you. soobin’s labored breaths filled the space between your thighs as he kissed your skin, sucking and licking, leaving marks that would remind you of his presence when he’s gone.

each moan soobin let out soon mixed with yours as his kisses turned open mouth; he was gaining pure pleasure from making you feel this good, body vibrating with nothing but bliss. his hands came down to the back of your knees, lifting your legs and placing them over his shoulders, gliding his tongue all the way up your inner thigh and straight to your cunt, pressing a sweet kiss on the heat and looking up to watch you let out the prettiest moan when he lapped his tongue over your folds, a grin forming on his lips. “that’s right baby, let out all those pretty noises, lemme hear you.” soobin encouraged as he continued running his tongue over your folds, ever so slowly, humming at the delicious taste of you. 

soobin was so confident in your love right now, drowning in it, in you and every sound you made, being egged on by the way your hand came to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his blonde hair and nails grazing against his scalp, sending tingles down his spine, pushing his face further into your heat. his glasses fogged up, from the heat from you combined with the heat of the water below him, keeping him from seeing anything, though he already had the image of you burned into his brain. 

you threw your head back, moaning out loud as he devoured you like he was starving, like you were his last meal. his tongue made a mess of your pussy, lips becoming shiny from your juices as his lips wrapped around you with ease. “oh my god, soobin..” you whispered, as if scared to be too loud, gripping his hair as he sucked on your clit. “louder sweet thing, tell me how you feel” he cooed, fingers lightly caressing your inner thighs as he sucked on your sensitive bud once more, earning a loud curse and a whine from you, which he chuckled at. he was literally driving you insane. 

soobin continued sucking and licking on your clit, moving one of your legs down from his shoulder so he could bring his hand towards your cunt, slowly sliding his middle finger inside and groaning at the tug you gave his hair when he did it. soobin looked over his glasses, taking in the pleasured expression on your pretty face and the way your plump lips fell open with each moan you gifted to his ears. “so pretty baby.” he complimented as he added his ring finger to your sopping cunt, slowly dragging his finger in and out in the most mind-numbing of ways. soobin released your clit from his mouth with a light pop of his lips, replacing them with his thumb, warm palm cupping your heat and pulling a drawn moan from you as he simulated your pussy with one hand. this man wasn’t real, you’ve decided that now. 

soobin came up to capture your lips in his, your leg still over his shoulder, creating a different angle that made you whine in his mouth. your head was spinning by this point, so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure one man was giving you without even trying; and maybe it was because it was soobin and all the love you had for this man was just enhancing everything he was doing, either way this had to be the best pleasure you’ve felt in awhile. “close your eyes, my love, let your body feel me.” soobin whispered, breath fanning over your ear and making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. you listened, shutting your eyes and using your other senses to enjoy this moment. the man's fingers picked up pace, making your body feel like it was on fire from how good it felt. his cologne suddenly smelled a lot stronger, skin  hypersensitive to his sloppy kisses on your neck and his wandering hand, senses seeming to be on complete overdrive now that your eyes were closed, making the pleasure ten times better. 

“you feel me, baby.” he asked softly, smiling at your rapid nod as his hand found your breast, rubbing your nipple with his thumb. you reached out to grab his sides, squeezing slightly and digging the heel of your foot into his back, the stimulation he was giving you sending right to that sweet edge. “soobin, please don’t stop.” you pleaded as you felt him slow down, earning a soft coo from the man as he began to pull his hand away from your dripping cunt. 

“you know i’d love to listen to my love, but I wanna cum too.” he responded lovingly as he licked his fingers of your juices, chuckling at the way you bit your lip, at both his words and actions. “c’mere gorgeous.” he beckoned, wrapping your arms around his neck and grabbed your hips, pulling you back down into the water with him. 

soobin moved his head down to your breasts, kissing down the valley as he removed his shirt and discarded it somewhere on the bathroom floor, moving to deal with his pants. he shifted, capturing your nipple between his lips and swirling his tongue over the small bud, your breathes coming out as heavy huffs and stomach pooling with heat at the sound of him undoing his belt. the man wasn’t at all eager to get his pants off, solely focused on pleasing you more than himself, though just doing so was enough to get him off. soobin’s hand came up to your opposite nipple, gently rubbing and rolling it between his fingers while his mouth worked the other, pulling sweet moans out of you, ones that had soobin’s mind reeling.

soobin moved away from your breast, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he struggled to pull down his pants due to how wet they were; he was practically aching at this point, cock begging for the stimulation he’d denied himself this whole time. he would have definitely suffered through more aching if that meant satisfying you completely. “having trouble there, soobie?” you teased breathlessly, earning a grunt from the man and a deep huff, though his heart was doing cartwheels over the new nickname. you giggled at his reaction, watching in amusement as he was able to get his dress pants down his thighs, taking his boxers with it. normally, soobin would have given up halfway and already have relieved himself of such sexual burden, but he’d rather die with an aching dick than ever rush this moment with you. 

the man placed the rest of his clothes on the floor, before returning his attention to you, his forehead resting on yours as he gazed into your pretty eyes. “do you want to continue? we don’t have to if-” you cut him off by placing a finger on his lips, smiling fondly at his act of making sure that you were comfortable; you definitely wouldn’t have let him this far if you weren’t comfortable. “yes, I want to continue soobin.” you told him softly, and he nodded, hands finding your thighs and running up them slowly, fingers caressing at your sides. he leaned down to capture your lips with his once more, just as slow and sweetly as the first time, still so much passion in it after so long. he shifted his hips slightly, his length carefully sliding between your folds, both your moans melding together into one as your lips stayed glued together. 

soobin moved steadily, staying just like that, enjoying the feeling that made him shudder. he could cum just from this alone; from the kiss he shared with you, the warmth of the water surrounding both of you, from you and all this beauty, he could finish just from this moment, the burning passion and desire hazing in the air and enveloping both of you in a cloud of pure bliss. the thought of being inside of you was sending him into even more of a frenzy, because he just knew he’d get lost in you and lose his way back. soobin physically had to stop his hips from moving, trembling slightly as he dragged his cock back down your folds and teasing your entrances with his tip, your cunt threatening to suck him in, which was almost too much for him. 

 “give me….a second, baby” he breathed out as he pulled away from you, burying his face in your boobs as he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. he was losing it a bit. you watched him, shivering at the sensation of his breath passing through the space between your breasts. you lifted a hand to rest in his hair, soothingly petting it to assure soobin he wasn’t alone in needing a minute, your own breaths laboured from all the activity and tension. the blonde hummed, nuzzling his face in your soft breasts, “you're so good to me baby.” he mumbled, voice muffled by your flesh but audible. soobin moved his hips once more, gently pushing his length inside of you and groaning into you as your wet cunt just pulled him in, walls feeling like silk against his cock. 

“so good, oh baby.” he moaned out as he turned his head on your chest, shaky exhales leaving his lips as he moved in and out of you with ease due to the water combining with your slick. his cock twitched with each gorgeous moan you let out, goosebumps returning as your nails gazed against the skin of his back, hands squeezing at his sides and thighs pressing warmly against his hips. he was seriously going to lose his mind. 

everything about this was so right and it was dizzying for the both of you. your body's fit against each other like puzzle pieces, skin melded together, scents and breaths mixed almost intoxicatingly, voices harmonizing to fill the room with a haunting symphony.

your cunt took him in like he was always welcomed, walls hugging him warmly and cervix kissing his tip sweetly. even the environment around you two felt perfect: the water felt warm and velvety against your skin, bubbles and flower petals surrounding your bodies, the candles still brightly lit, cascading over the room and mixing it’s scents with  you and soobin’s, creating a wonderful aroma; even the moon was adding her presence to the scene, kissing you both with her celestial glow and letting you know this connect was divinely blessed. soobin already knew he was drowning in you, he knew from the moment he stepped through that door that he wasn’t going anywhere that wasn’t with you. 

“you must’ve been made for me, my love. I can’t see myself ever letting you go.” soobin whispered, continuing to slowly drag his cock inside of you, lips pressing against your upper arm and shudders racking through his body each time your fingers ran through his hair, nails lightly scratching his back as you soothingly rubbed his back. he was loving every second of this. 

water sloshed and splashed against your lower bodies with each slow, deep thrust, soobin’s body unable to resist shaking and your cunt fluttering around him, both of you overwhelmed by all the love and pleasure radiating off each other’s bodies and seeping into the other’s skin. “soobin.” you called out through a laboured moan, feeling yourself be beckoned closer to the edge, teetering on it. soobin lifted his head, looking up at you with nothing but love in his gaze, making your whole body overflow with emotions, heart pounding in your chest and breathing becoming heavier as his thumb rubbed oh so sweetly around your clit, all sensitive from all this stimulation. “I know baby, I know. let it happen.” he cooed as he increased his speed, only a little, going at a more moderate pace, moaning breathlessly as his hips bumped into yours gently. 

he was feeling it too, the peak of his high, threatening to crash down on him by each push of his hips. regardless, it would always be about pleasing you first, even if he was right behind you on that sweet edge. the splashing was prominent now, your mixed moans louder as the room’s volume increased with the sounds of your love reaching its highest point of energy. soobin pushed further, dangling you both off that tempting edge and just needing that final drop to send you over. his lips parted as your cunt squeezed him, tugging for more, his heart beating out of his chest at everything about you, especially those whines and sweet chants of his name.

“fuck, choi soobin.” you cursed out, shutting your eyes and digging your nails in his back, opposite hand pushing his head in your neck as your orgasm washed over you. that was all it took for him to do the same, his hand flying out to grab the edge of the tub and a drawn out moan spilling out of him as you milked him dry of all he’s got. 

this moment was like heaven, bodies melted together and heavy breaths coming together, unable to tell where who starts and the other ends. you attempted to speak up, but soobin quickly shushed you, his hand coming up to caress his face as he pressed delicate kisses on your skin. “not yet. let’s stay in this moment a little longer, let everything sink in.” he told you as his arm wrapped around your waist and he held you closer against him. 

“thank you, gorgeous, for everything.” he spoke lovingly in your ear, moving up to peck your lips continuously. “thank you for being with me, for blessing me with your presence.” he said between kisses, starting another love filled speech that already had you wanting to cry. “for loving me, caring for me, making me feel so high and grounding me at the same time.” his kisses kept going after each statement, even as he watched the tears fall from your pretty eyes once again, hours later.

“thank you for holding me down, my love.” he sealed his poem with one last slow kiss, as sweet and loving as all the rest, deep and drawn out enough to bring more tears of pure emotion. he placed his chin on your chest, using his thumbs to rid your face of the tears as he stared at you fondly, a huge dimpled smile on his face; he whispered a small I love you, without needing an answer, because he knew you did too, but what was always most important to him is that he made you feel the weight of his words, how much they meant to him, weather you reciprocated or not. that’s just the man soobin was.

"I'll take the time, treat you like a lady."

THANK YOU for tuning in! hope you enjoyed your dreamy package!

── ciao belle❀

©doomssoiree

[star-writr]

Fever Dreams

Hello!! Just a short drabble while i work on my requests. enjoy!!

Homunyxch wasn't an interesting planet. On any normal occasion, the Doctor would've just set his course for somewhere else without even stepping off the TARDIS. That time, however, had been the first time he had ended up there since beginning his travels with you, and you had insisted. Against all expectations, trouble had followed you and the Doctor on the rocky shores of Homunyxch, giving you another day of adventures. Once back on the spaceship, though, you'd started to feel quite sick.

Stranded on the seat next to the console, your hands gripping the leather in an attempt to focus only on tightening their grip rather than the headache which was slowly making the veins on your forehead bigger and your blood circulation faster, you could faintly hear the Doctor express his satisfaction with the most recent events. You would've loved to listen to him ramble, but you were covered in sweat and your legs were killing you.

"Doctor," you called, your voice a whisper, staring at the floor. It only took a few moments for the Time Lord to make his way over to the seat, kneeling down in front of you and cupping your cheeks. He was calling your name, you realized, but not in time for you to answer; your eyelids fluttered shut, and you lost your senses, precipitating into the Doctor's arms.

You woke up in what seemed like an ocean of blankets and pillows. Even under all that you felt like you were freezing. Your palms and forehead were sweaty, and yet you couldn't help but shiver.

"Doctor?" you called faintly from under the blankets. Soon enough, rapid footsteps approached the bed, and the Doctor's messy hair and worried look suddenly came into sight.

"I'm right here", he whispered, sitting next to you. His hand rested on your forehead for a couple of seconds, and the Time Lord furrowed his brow. He was clearly worried.

You were still very confused. "What's happening?" you asked.

The Doctor forced a light smile on his face to reassure you. "It's all right, sweetheart, it's only fever. You're going to be fine."

"Alien fever?"

"I'm afraid so," he muttered, "but nothing you can't handle. Do you feel like sitting up for me?"

Your body ached and you couldn't feel your fingers, but nonetheless you managed to get up. Now your back was resting against the pillows and you were holding onto the Doctor's sleeve. "You're doing very good", he remarked. "It probably feels exhausting, doesn't it?"

You nodded. Just sitting upright felt way more tiring than usual. The Doctor gently stroked your cheek. "I made you some broth. It should help warm you up." You noticed the fuming bowl on the nightstand.

"What kind of broth?" you questioned him, suspicious. The Doctor had the tendency to give you stuff to eat without explaining it was alien.

"Chicken. From Earth. I didn't even make it, I bought it. Right now we're parked in Rome, next to a pharmacy and across from a convenience store."

You smiled. "We're in Italy? Really?"

"When you get better we can have a look around," he replied, "but it's best if you recover first. Come on, eat up."

The Doctor handed you the bowl and in a few minutes you managed to gulp down every last drop of the broth. It was hot and warmed you up, just like the Doctor had said it would.

"There we go. Good, isn't it?" the Time Lord spoke, putting the bowl back on the nightstand. You nodded. The Doctor planted a kiss on your forehead. "Get back under the covers, you need to rest." You did as he told you, grateful for his company. He stroked your hair, gently and consistently, and you closed your eyes. Everything ached, but at least the Doctor was by your side.

The day went by in a haze. Once a while you could feel the Doctor putting a wet towel over your eyes, and fragments of his stories whispered from time to time. He also laid next to you throughout the night, and you tugged on his sleeve every time you came back to your senses for a few seconds, just to see if he was still there. He never left your side. If he had to, he would press his lips on your forehead and tell you he was going to "be back in a mo", but you didn't even notice his absence since he wouldn't spend more than a minute outside your room, doing whatever it was he needed to do.

Some time passed, and luckily your temperature got lower and lower. Slowly but surely, you even managed to get up from the bed and take a long, warm shower. The Doctor was so worried that he even suggested he went in with you, and even if you told him to piss off, you found it very sweet of him. "If you feel dizzy, scream really loud. Try not to slip, sweetheart. Also, I'll wash your clothes when you're done. Are you sure you don't want to eat first?" he rambled, but you told him off and had the most ordinary shower of your life. He almost hugged you when you got out, but your bare shoulders and death stare made him settle for a relieved smile in your direction.

You got your PJs back on and, soon enough, fell asleep once again. Even if you were recovering, that shower had exhausted you. The Doctor, having come inside the room to check in on you, smiled at your sleepy face and laid down next to you. Still asleep, your arms found their way over to his figure, your fingers clinging on to his clothes, and remained motionless. The only movement was your chests rising and falling, and the Time Lord's lips bending into a content grin.

When you woke up, an hour and a half later, the Doctor's hand was striking your head. Lazily, your eyelids lifted enough to let you see the Time Lord smiling at you.

"You alright?" he asked, in a murmur.

You nodded, then yawned, making him chuckle. "I wanna go to Rome," you pouted.

"You're not ready yet." The Doctor hugged you. "We don't want to make it worse, now, do we?"

"No..." you grumbled. The Doctor kissed your head. "Good", he said. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"Okay. But I'm still going to make you something in a while. You can't recover on an empty stomach." His voice was low and made you want to spend forever with him, right there, laying together on a million pillows.

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

You pecked him on the lips, grabbing him by the collar. He didn't protest.

"Thank you," you whispered, breathlessly, still very close to his face. "For everything you do for me."

He grinned. "Anytime, sweetheart." You chuckled at his words, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

This was his paradise, he thought.

[landorris4]

── ☆ airplane memories

☆ Lando Norris loves creating memories with his girlfriend, Mackenzie Prescott.

warnings: none

words count: 1.1k

Lando's POV

── Mackenzie, you are the worst human being who has ever set foot on planet Earth! ── I accuse the girl.

── Lando, love, I literally had nothing to do! ── She tries to explain herself, making me even angrier.

── Didn't you?! Didn't you have another piece to move, Mackenzie Prescott?! Spare me!

── Lando is just a game.

── A GAME? ── My voice crackles as I speak in a louder tone ── If you betray me like that in the game, imagine what it's like in real life!

── I just ate your little piece at ludo, Lando. It's not the end of the world! ── she exclaims indignantly.

Well, it was true that it wasn't the end of the world. But clearly it had affected my whole game and I would have to grind three times harder to beat her at this point in the championship. We were tied in the best-of-three, so losing wasn't an option.

── What's yours is kept, Prescott. ── I threatened.

My girlfriend just laughed, she was used to my competitive side and also knew that as much as I had made all this scandal and threat, I wouldn't do anything worse to fight back, just eat her piece back so that we would be even.

We usually carry some games in our carry-on bag when we travel together, it helps to pass the time, it's fun and we create good memories together, so it's our favorite pastime. The jet crew didn't even care about it anymore, they were used to sudden shouting and absurd accusations of theft during the game. Of course, when we're on commercial planes we're a little less... intense, but never less competitive.

While my teammate, Oscar, would watch a movie with his girlfriend on the other side of the jet, Kenzie and I would fight over a +4 card or fight over a property card in the monopoly bid. That's how we work and we're doing very well being different from the "normal" couples in love.

── You're despicable, Lando Norris. ── Mack utters the words angrily when I win the game ── I don't want to play anymore.

── But of course you don't want to, you lost better than 3 to me! ── I scoffed. The girl looked at me with her eyes closed and a sketch of a smile wanting to appear.

── I'm serious, I'm tired, Lano. Can we go lie down for a while? ── She softens her voice and looks at me with her bright eyes. Those eyes that, fortunately, I have the privilege of seeing light up almost every day by some action of mine or her excitement about something. Those eyes I'd do anything to keep them alive, colorful, and bright. Which I fell in love with months ago. The eyes that made me sure she was the woman of my life.

── Babe, the day I deny you an opportunity to hug, caress and kiss you for hours, you can admit me to a psychiatric clinic because I've gone crazy.

The girl smiles at my speech and gives me a brief kiss, grabbing my hand and then separating her mouth from mine to take me to the back of the jet, where there was a bigger sofa that served as a bed. The iPad on which we played the ludo remained in my hand until I found a place to leave it, at the head of the sofa bed.

── You can use your phone or watch a movie if you want, I just want to be quiet for a while because I have a headache ── the girl says as she enters the room. It had a partition so that those who were here could rest without the others who are in the armchairs disturbing them to relax. I stopped her in the middle of the room and held her face with my two hands, the girl raised her slightly confused eyes to me, I gave her a simple kiss before speaking.

── My love, I want to be with you completely. But do you know what that headache is? Didn't eat anything this morning! ── I caressed her right cheek. ── I'll order you a fruit salad, okay? I know you don't eat anything heavy on trips.

── Thank you, Lano. For taking care of me.

── Don't thank me for that. I'm the one who thanks you for letting me take care of you. I love you so much, beautiful. Very much so ── I declare, tilting my head and looking at her in the most loving way possible, as she described herself.

── I love you, Lano ── she whispers quietly, knowing that the only person who needs to hear that statement is me. The girl smiles during the kiss that follows and hugs me before guiding us to the upholstery.

Me and Mackenzie have been dating for 7 months and it has been the best months of my life in particular. I had a smart, charismatic, kind and lovely girlfriend as I pursued my dream of being a Formula 1 driver. Right now there's nothing that would make me happier than having this combo.

Watching her lie on my chest with her eyes closed and sighing every 3 minutes (she doesn't realize she does that) only made me love her more. I didn't think it was possible to love someone as much as I loved her, but every day she proved to me that yes, it was possible to love so much, because my love for her grew more every day, with every action of her.

My love grew when she woke up next to me, grew when she smiled at me, grew when her eyes sparkled after catching me watching her with devotion. My love grew when she kissed me before every race, when at the end she kissed my helmet, when every day of qualifying she reminded me to kiss the lightning pendant she wore around her neck on a gold cord, because she said it made me lucky. My love grew with each smile, each time the little hole below her right eye appeared when she smiled, almost like an extra dimple, it grew when she offered to spend the night taking care of Mila, not because she wanted to give my brother and sister-in-law a break, but because she loves children. My love grew with his every action and I don't think it will ever stop.

When I fell in love with her I feared it would be something temporary, it was summer and soon we would have to separate to return to real life, however, I didn't expect her to live in the same environment as me. Getting into a relationship with the Australian woman was the best thing that happened to me.

[weirdxstarseed]

imagine you need to take care of a sick rin

content: pure fluff, friends to lovers, platonic love, sick!rin x carer!reader | words: idk | warnings: none

It was a peaceful afternoon when you suddenly received a call from Yukio

He asked if you can take care of his brother cuz he had an important mission and he can’t take care of him

You hesitate to risk your sunday for being in charge of one of your classmates

Even tho you had a good relationship with anyone

taking care of rin was a complete challenge

rin was the type of sick person who always complain about his illness

and you didn’t have the patience to deal with a trouble-maker

at the end, you accept with the condition that yukio will let you absent any day you want

consequently, he replied with an assertive answer letting you know all the information that you need to take care of rin

you arrived at their home and gave an esceptic glance to the surface

It looks pretty neatly to be a department where two boys lived.

you knock twice the door to verify if there was someone in the room

unexpectedly, a blue-haired boy open the door with an angry face

your eyes were bigger than usual and without hearing anything rin said, you guided him to the bed

“HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” he screamed before start coughing like a sick dog

“Stop, you’ll get hurt” you scold him, leaving your bag in a chair

He examined you with a distrusting glance and you showed him your tongue

mocking him

Rin rolled his eyes annoyed and started complaining

“I don’t know why Yukio told you to take care of me”

“I like money” you said, winning a indignant glance like a drama queen

“He offered you money?”

“Yes, a lot of yen is at stake”

“REALLY??” he sit on his bed, watching at you with a red blush in his cheeks

You smile openly and laugh at his expression

“Of course not, idiot” you replied “Sleep a little bit, you’re in great hands”

“If you said it. . .¡OUCH!”

You hit him with a pillow when you heard his comment and start organizaing everything in the room

Believe me, it was a challenge to shut him off

He always complained aboy everything

The coldness in the room, the hot weather outside, his sore throat, his headache

You patienly heard every complaint controlling yourself preventing to hit him again

Until you started organizing in the table

Towels, fresh water in a little bowl, termometer, analgesic, more towel

You know, things you need to take care of a sick person

The noise transform into silence

And when you saw rin sleeping peacefuly

A little smile cross your face

Feeling your heart beating

You roll your eyes trying to ignore the feeling raising in your chest

Prefering to concentrate in your labour

You sat in the floor to read a little bit watching over your shoulder if your patient was calm

Ignoring that when you read time goes by

You scream after feeling an air going through your spine

Rin was reading your manga behind you so you stand up trying to search the termometer on the table

He was a little bit slow so he didn’t notice your nervousness

Nervousness that went down the trash when both of you start to complain cuz the little baby didn’t want to swallow his pills

“I DON´T WANT THAT”

“I DON’T CARE, OKUMURA”

Sometimes when you change his front towel, he distracted you by talking about the manga you were reading, but suddenly you stop him putting the towel all over his face

Both of you stayed fighting like cats and dogs for an hour until rin proposed you to sit near him

You’ll be in an easiest way to check him out and he could bother you in a simple manner

You were with one eye reading and with the other one, watching the breath of rin

He would sleep multiple times and just wake up to say “I’m hungry”

In those spaces, both of you would love to talk about your favourite tv show

Or even complain about the difficult things that it’s to be an exorcist

Again, he would be in the land of dreams and you’ll be so astonished about his curious beauty

You check the clock, it’s 9.15pm time to Yukio arrive to their home

Carefully, you’ll approach to Rin’s face and leave a soft kiss in his cheek

In a sign of “good-bye”

Without noticing that some boy was awake and feeling your kiss over his cheek put him as a weird tomato

faster, you’ll clean all the room

Picking up food packaging, clean towel in the table and ofc medicine in order

You’ll write a cute letter to rin and a letter to Yukio telling all the stuff that you did for his cares

And when you’re to leave, Rin calls you

“Wait”

You gave a glance of confusion and he look away blushed as hell

“Can you give me another kiss?”

You soul left out your body when you hear those words and with shyness, you gave him another kiss leaving the room with your heart in the sleeve

Rin went to school the next day screaming that he was in there in a good health cuz he received the best treatment in the whole world

Provoking you to choke with the water that you were drinking

[come-away-with-me87]

Modern Hearts Chapter 13

Chapter 12 here

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You awoke the next morning in an unfamiliar bed, and suddenly sat straight up.  And that's when the nasty headache hit you.  "Oh my god," you said out loud to yourself.  You grabbed your head with both of your hands, and looked around the room you were in.  That's right, in your drunken stupor, you came over to Shouta's dorm last night. You put your hands down and thought long and hard about what happened last night: you couldn't remember a single thing, other than knocking on Shouta's door.  You don't remember what you did or what you said, nothing.

You looked under the sheets; you were still in your clothes from the bar last night, and you looked across the room and saw that your booties were neatly placed next to the closed bedroom door.  Had...had Shouta taken care of you last night?  You had no idea what time it was; there wasn't a clock anywhere in this room, and you must have left your phone next door in your dorm.  You quietly got out of Shouta's bed, made your way to the door and picked up your shoes, and opened the door.  Shouta was awake; he was sitting on his couch reading a book.

You cleared your throat to make your presence known.  Shouta quickly closed his book, looked over at you and grinned, "good morning, drunky."  Ugh, your head was throbbing at this point.  "Shouta, I don't remember anything past knocking on your door last night.  I just want to say that I am SO sorry if I said or did anything dumb."  Shouta's face fell a bit at your comment, "you really don't remember anything?"  You shook your head and asked him, "did I make an ass out of myself?"  He looked at you thoughtfully for a moment and grinned, "an absolute ass."  You groaned at his answer. "No no, I'm only joking, Y/N. You were fine last night, just chattier than usual."  You felt somewhat relieved at this statement.

"I think I better get back to my dorm and try to nurse this hangover," you smiled over at him.  "I really appreciate you taking care of my drunk ass last night, and again, I'm so sorry to have bothered you."  Shouta looked back over at you, "it was my pleasure, Y/N, and you're never a bother."  You smiled at him again, "thanks, I'll see ya later."  He waved at you, "see you."  With that, you walked out of Shouta's dorm and walked next door to yours.  Once you were inside, you leaned against the inside of your door, unbelieving of the fact that you got that drunk on your first week there.  The others seemed to have just as good of a time as you had, though, so surely you were making it a bigger deal than it was.

You spotted last night's fast food bag still laying on your kitchen counter, and you spotted your cell phone next to the bag.  You walked over to your kitchen counter and picked up your phone to finally see what time it was: it was 7:30am, and you also had a missed text message.  You opened the text and saw that it was from an unknown number.  It read: "hey cutie! It's Keigo from the bar, just wanted to text ya so you had my number. Hope to hear from you soon ;)"  That's right, you had given your number to Keigo Takami, the number two hero.  

He was very cute, but so young.  You weren't entirely sure if you wanted to go there.  You would need to think it over.  Right now, what you needed to do was peel these clothes off you, and get a nice, hot shower.  And that is exactly what you did.  The shower felt really nice, especially against your headache.  You stayed in the shower for longer than necessary, to the point where the water was starting to cool, so you reluctantly turned the water off, grabbed a towel for your hair, and put a fuzzy robe over yourself.

You grabbed your phone again and sat down on your couch.  You re-read Keigo's text, wondering if you should respond to it.  You still weren't sure what to do, so you put your phone down at your side, laid back against the couch and ended up falling back asleep for another two hours.  It was around 10:00am when you finally woke up, and you felt lightyears better after your shower and getting some additional sleep.  You thought you could finally stomach some food, so you just made yourself some toast with butter, not wanting to test the waters with anything else.  You made some coffee, and drank that as well as a glass of water.

As you sat there, you wondered what all you had said to Shouta last night, as he said you were chattier than usual.  You tried really hard to remember what you did and said, but you came up with nothing.  All you could hope was that you truy didn't embarrass yourself in front of him.  He said you didn't, but maybe he was just trying to be nice?  Oh well, whatever you said has been said, and you tried not to overthink it.  You grabbed your phone, thinking 'screw it', and re-read Keigo's text again, this time pressing the reply button: "hey you! It was nice meeting you last night :)"

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To be continued...

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Tag list: @jaguarthecat ; @lili-pond ; @big-denki-energy

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

In the Dark of the Night

Summary: From the world of Multitudes (can mostly be read as a standalone smutfest though). Clint and Buck can’t remember the last time they had some time alone, so decide to go camping for a night and get away from the pressures of parenthood. The usual sexytimes ensue.

Prompts fulfilled: ‘Bigger is Better in Bed’ – Multifandom Flash (Beehive); ‘Skinny Dipping’ and ‘Camping’ – Marvel Rare Pair Round 3; ’27. Outdoor Event’ – Flufftober; ‘Sex Toys’ – Build a Bucky Bingo; ’13. Restraints’ – Whumpcember.

CW: All the sex. Only a shade short of PWP. Check it out on AO3 here or below the cut with the cards!

“This is harder than I remember,” Clint grumbled, fighting with a metal pole, his brow furrowed in frustration. I couldn’t help but grin, reclined with my feet up on a cooler, sipping at a bottle of beer. ‘Are you sure you don’t want any help?’ I offered again when his eyes were pointed toward me, the bottle between my knees to sign one-handed. We were both still adjusting somewhat to the realities of living without our aids that made us seem ‘normal’ to the wider society – but we were both also happier without them. Clint’s headaches were all but none-existent, and the pain in my shoulder was significantly reduced without the constant muscle engagement. We were both less grumpy, better fathers and husbands than we’d ever envisioned ourselves being. But, coming up to the third anniversary of our first date, we’d realised it’d been a very long time since we’d had any time just the two of us. With two kids under three and five (six, in Clint’s case) other partners to keep amused, there just weren’t enough hours in the day – not to mention our residual Avenger duties, and taking the kids to the compound to keep the team happy. But here we were, in the middle of the National Park – no more than an hour away from home, just in case – with a tent, a cooler full of beers… And a bag I’d kept from Clint’s eyes, packed with things to make our evening more entertaining. “Do you think they’re doing okay?” he mused as he finally maneuvered the poles into place, frowning minutely. I stood to wrap my arm around his waist, my chin finding his shoulder. ‘They’re absolutely fine, honey. I promise. And we can be there in less than an hour if we’re needed – hell, I’m pretty sure if it was an actual emergency, Steven would be hunting us down.’ His head tipped back with a soft sigh, leaning into the curve of my neck. “I know, I know. I just… I haven’t spent a night away from the kids since they were born. It feels weird not to have Artemis climbing something she shouldn’t, or Apollo wanting an extra story before bed…” I smiled fondly, nuzzling into his hair. I couldn’t deny that I was preoccupied with the same thoughts – but if I too let myself dissolve into worry, we’d end up leaving before the tent was ever erected. ‘Well, the Spiders and Steve will take good care of them. They love those two crazy kids as much as we do, sweetheart. Everything is gonna be okay.’ With another sigh, he nodded, turning to wrap his arms around my neck. “I know you’re right. It’s just weird being away from them, you know?” My lips found his softly, reassuringly, hand at the base of his spine to pull him closer, occupied by holding him and forcing him to lipread. “I know. But I plan to keep you plenty occupied, don’t you worry.’ “Oh?” He grinned broadly, pressing gentle kisses along my jaw and eliciting a quiet purr. “Mhm. Can’t remember the last time we weren’t in earshot of the kids, too…” My fingers tightened, digging gently into his waist to hold him more firmly against me, and he whimpered gently in response. “Intending to have your way with me, Sergeant Barnes?” he breathed, whining when I pulled his hair to expose his throat to my teeth and tongue. “Always, Hawkeye,” I murmured, nipping gentle bruises into the soft skin over his pulse before shifting away, leaving him panting lightly. “But I think you have a tent to finish assembling first.”

It was still half-light by the time we’d made camp, so we decided to head down toward the lake, the cooler hanging between the two of us. “I wish I had both hands so I could sign,” I grumbled, making him roll his eyes good-naturedly. “If I had my hearing aids, you wouldn’t have to,” he pointed out. “But they’re at the bottom of a very deep lake, and your arm is only for emergencies these days. And we’re both better for it… Right?” he added, a minute frown flickering across his face. “Right,” I agreed readily. I didn’t regret my choice most of the time, but moments when I couldn’t sign to my husband were endlessly frustrating, even now. “I’d far rather lipread on occasion than either of us suffer.” He leant over to kiss me lightly, and I grinned, eyes flicking to the side automatically at the shimmer of dying sunlight on water reflected on his face. “I’d far rather see you wet and naked than fully dressed right now, Barton.” With a soft laugh, he left the cooler on the sand, heading toward the water as he worked on his clothes. The sight of the exposed skin of his back spurred me into action, jerking eagerly at my belt and kicking off my shoes haphazardly as I stumbled forward. By the time I’d caught up to him, he’d already shed his jeans, and turned to me with his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxers. “Care to do the honours?” No sooner had he spoken than I was on my knees, tugging hungrily at the material. Polycules and toddlers didn’t leave us much time for the simple pleasures in life, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been able to take my time with him – sex these days was typically quick and dirty, often stolen in a layby after running an errand or with one eye on a monitor to make sure the kids were okay. It’d been some time since we’d been truly intimate, and even longer still since we’d done so just the two of us. I certainly can’t remember the last time I did this, I noted, trailing the very tip of my tongue over his length slowly, one hand tanging in my hair to ground himself as he let out a low groan. “I can’t remember the last time you did this,” he breathed, making me smile as I took him between my lips patiently, revelling in the feeling of him getting harder on my tongue. “Fuck, I forgot how goddamn good you are, James…” With a soft purr, I bobbed my head slowly, sucking pre-come from his tip before drawing away and making him whimper. “Now, now…” I murmured, standing to kiss him deeply and feeling him tremble at the taste of himself on my lips. “We have all night, my love. I intend to take my sweet time with you.” His hands fumbled as he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding my shirt over my head as I kicked them free, his fingertips trailing the ragged scar at my shoulder and eliciting a shiver. “What if I don’t want to wait?” he whined, palm pressing against my half-hard cock through my boxers, making me hiss through clenched teeth. “A needy boy, aren’t you?” I chuckled, smirking when he nodded desperately. “At least let us get back to the tent, honey. I doubt any of our partners will be amused at having to pick us up from a police station for indecent exposure.” Clint met my eye, grinning, and we snorted in unison. “Yeah, okay – Ashe would probably get a kick out of it.” Our most deviant Spider would almost certainly be delighted by having to fetch us after being caught fucking on the beach – if anything, they’d simply be sad they missed the show. With a light-hearted sigh, Clint stepped back, placated by the promise of a long night to come, waving a hand as his feet found the water.

I would be a happy man if I never stopped staring at him, I marvelled, watching the last of the twilight dapples fade from his still-damp flesh. I don’t know what I did to deserve him. “You’re staring,” he murmured without opening his eyes, one hand shifting to take a long sip of his beer. “I can’t help myself,” I replied honestly, rolling onto one side to survey him more thoroughly. “You’re breathtaking.” He was lay stretched out on a towel beside the campfire, the leaping shadows cast by the flames dancing over his tanned skin, coloured by the years spent on our farm and running around in fields, chasing child and dog alike. A light blush dusted his cheekbones, barely perceptible in the low light, and he offered me a lazy smile. “I don’t know how you keep your hands off me.” “Neither do I,” I agreed, moving to lay beside him, palm smoothing over his chest. His eyes closed automatically, a smile pulling at his lips as my fingertips brushed his abdomen. With a soft, happy sigh, I closed my fingers around his half-hard length, leaning closer to kiss him lightly. “I’ve missed this,” I admitted quietly. “I love our life, but…” He nodded, shifting closer to me, one hand tangling in my hair. “But sometimes you miss having a little more time to ourselves?” I nodded back, and he grinned, lips brushing mine. “We have two kids, sweetheart. I think every parent misses having more time to themselves – even when there’s a whole hoard of them to keep the kids entertained. There’s nothing wrong with that. And I’ve missed you too,” he added, shifting his hips infinitesimally closer, one eye opening to find mine. A low growl resounded in my chest, and I moved quickly, my hand finding his wrists and pinning them over his head to keep his body extended and still beneath me. He let out a soft whine of delight, neck straining to seek my lips with his, but I simply straddled his waist, letting my cock nudge against his teasingly. “My poor, neglected Hawk,” I murmured, tracing my lips along his jaw. “It’s been so long since you  had me all to yourself…” He nodded frantically, writhing beneath me and pushing himself closer, making me smirk. “You know, I’ll still never forget the very first time you fucked me – the day we announced Artie to the team, with the Spiders’ eyes on you as you realised just how good I felt wrapped around your cock…” He swallowed dryly, nodding again, his lips parted with need. “I- I didn’t expect- I didn’t think it would be so… That you would be so…” “Amazing? Incredible, flawless, irresistible… Tight?” I added, dropping my voice to a whisper and rutting my hips gently against his. “All of the above,” he gasped, back arching. “Please- God, it’s been so long. I need you, James.” His words fanned the flames burning in my abdomen, and I surrendered with a groan, claiming my mouth with his hungrily and rutting against him, lost in the sensation of his cock pressed against mine. “Want to fuck me, baby boy?” “God, yes,” he groaned, wriggling beneath me once more. “Please- Please, Buck- James, I-I need-” He didn’t get chance to finish his sentence as I shifted my hips, lining him up against my ass and grinning as his eyes grew wide. “Don’t you- Should we-”

My fingers released his wrists and found the small bag I’d packed, quickly pouring a copious amount of lubricant in my hand as his eyebrow raised in interest, neck straining to peer into my bag of tricks. I smirked, kissing him softly. “I’m a big boy, Clint…” My hand slicked over his length, eliciting a shiver, and I let his tip slide inside me slowly, revelling in his trembling, taut body, eyes blown wide as I took his cock patiently. “Mm- and so are you… God, I forgot just how big you are, Hawk…” His fingers found my hips, guiding me along his length, panting softly in pleasure. “I forgot how tight you are, James… Fuck, you feel incredible- I can’t believe how long it’s been since w-” I cut him off with a twitch of my hips, eliciting a sharp groan, his fingers clenching in pleasure as I rode him patiently. My hand moved automatically back to my bag, retrieving a length of rope and a rubber ring. Clint’s eyebrow raised, and I grinned as I tugged him upright, passing the rope around his torso and securing his wrists to his chest. “No touching,” I breathed, pushing him roughly back to the dirt and sliding his cock free, eliciting a whine of frustration, hips straining as best they could to bury himself back inside me. With a soft, soothing hush, I slid the ring along his length, revelling in his whimper of revelation. “James-” I leant forward as I took him once more, kissing him gently and smothering the whine on his lips. “Easy, sweet boy… I don’t want you finishing too quickly, do I? I’ve waited a very long time for this…” My hips twitched, and he gasped quietly, head tipping back in his trussed-up pleasure and frustration. “Fuck- G-Good idea, I… I don’t think I’d-” My hand wrapped around my own pulsing cock as I shifted more quickly, letting out a quiet groan of pleasure. “Fuck, Clint, I forget how good you make me feel…” My back arched as I made the most of his vulnerability, knees clamped to his hips as I worked myself eagerly atop him, already growing ragged and frantic as his tip brushed the vulnerable bundle of nerves when I buried him inside me. “Too good- Christ, I don’t know how long I can-” “Please, James,” Clint rasped, hips twitching desperately, his eyes alight with pleasure when I cut myself off with a desperate whine. “Please- I want you to come for me. Please, sweetheart.” His eagerness and hunger for my ecstasy spurred me along, my fingers tightening around myself as my muscles trembled desperately. “Clint- fuck, I-I-” The words faded into a groan of euphoria as I clenched around him, every inch of my body taut and shaking as I found my climax. He moaned happily as my seed painted his chest, fingers flexing with need, his hips moving as best they could to guide me through my orgasm with sweet care. My body was still quivering and weak as I untied his hands – but he knew the drill well enough, knew that my fatigued form wasn’t a signal for him to stop, but merely to take control and use me like the worn-out sex toy I loved to be. My cheek met the dirt as he pinned me, hands on my hips as he pulled me roughly against him. My own seed was still dripping from his chest as he buried himself inside me, slickening my skin and trailing over my ass. “That’s it, James – keep that ass nice and high for me, that’s a good boy…” I whined under my breath as one hand tangled in my hair, jerking me back against him. “Think I’ll need this ring a little longer if I don’t want to fill you up just yet…”

“We have all night,” I noted, turning my head so he could read my lips, the words coming intermittent and panted as he pounded against me mercilessly. “Pl-plenty of time to recover, t-to go a-ah!-again- fuck, yes, just- just like that, Clint, please!” My cock was filling again already, and his hand shifted to grasp my stiffening length, jerking me in time with his eager thrusts. “I can tell how much you’ve missed me, baby – so desperate for me to spent all evening buried in this tight ass, hm?” I nodded desperately, enamoured by the low, filthy chuckle the motion elicited. “Don’t you worry, my sweet boy; I’ll make sure you’re good and satisfied before we head home.” He pulled out briefly, making me whine as I pressed back, feeling empty and lost – but his tip quickly slid back inside me, bottoming out fully without the ring wrapped around him and causing my fingers to dig into the dirt desperately. “This is what you’ve been waiting for, hm? So needy, so eager for me to fill you up?” I nodded again, rutting back as he slammed into me with bruising force, his hand clenched around me. “Fuck- James- I can’t, I’m-” “Please,” I whimpered, joyous tears pricking my eyes as he unmade me. “Please, Clint. Fill me up. Use me. I’m yours.” His cry was almost feral as he emptied himself inside me, hips never slowing until I spilled yet again, lost in the sensation of his hot seed being fucked further into me and leaking around his cock as he groaned contentedly. “Fuck- That’s it. That’s it. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

I lay with my head on his chest in the dirt, still panting softly, the both of us naked, slick with sweat and sticky with our seed as he caressed my hair gently. ‘I’ve missed this,’ I signed, my movements muted and tired, but no less happy, and he kissed my forehead  with a hum. “It’s nice to get away every now and then,” he agreed, holding me a little tighter. “…Though the swim now seems a little redundant, huh?” I grinned as I raised my head, leaning forward to brush my lips to his lightly. “I’d say let’s go again, but I’m sure we’re going to get plenty more filthy before the night is over.”

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SYNOPSIS

Anastasia Hall never had things easy in her life. Born and raised in New York City as an orphan her whole childhood, she's developed a good layer of thick skin along with a remarkable street intelligence. Although she was never adopted in her younger years, her high school boyfriend, Zayne Sacks got her through her troubled years.

As she mourns Zaynes tragic and sudden death, she digs to find the truth behind it and stumbles across realities bigger than she could imagine, and also some new unusual friends. One being named Leonardo. Join them on their heartfelt journey as they discover each others pasts and try to navigate their supernatural force that binds them. Will they be able to overcome their differences? How will her past affect their love?

CAST

Nina Dovrev as Anastasia Hall

Madeleine Petch as April O'Neil

Pete Ploszek as Leonardo Hamato

Noel Fisher as Michelangelo Hamato

Jeremy Howard as Donatello Hamato

Alan Ritchson as Raphael Hamato

PROLOGUE

The sirens engulf my surroundings. What was once a headache became a white noise needed to get some sleep. I lay in bed letting my beating heart pound against my chest as it pulsates to my ears.

It's happening again. Another sleepless night. With a hard sigh, I turn over to the cold side of my pillow in attempt to numb my mind to absurdities I've had to overcome.

Life was never handed to me on a golden platter. Originally from uptown Brooklyn, but I've bounced around to different parts of the city throughout different foster homes. I now reside in Manhattan. I was brought up in such conditions you wouldn't even believe were legal. From school to school and home to home, one can only guess how hard of a shell I've developed. I wasn't always a good kid. I never had a lot of means to survive. I had become very equipped in learning how these streets operate and I willing did pretty much anything I had to survive at the time. None of which I'm proud of. A lot of my piers would say I'm rough around the edges, but the facade I've developed overtime was a direct result of survival of the fittest. My sarcasm, dark humor and seamless poker face were the essence of my internal protection.

I gripe again still unable to keep my eyes shut. I found myself in the same position I've been in for most nights. Heartbrokenly lonely, even though, I'll most likely never admit to it. I preferred to do absolutely everything in life alone. It was safer that way. The cities crime has escalated far past what the police force can control. I was living in a real life purge. Only, it never ended. The only upside to it, was that I could get away with most. I also thoroughly enjoyed my little vigilante nights.

What once started as a small curiosity and a search for truth, slowly turned into me becoming a full time vigilante. Through all the dispare and guilt I hold in my heart. It is the one thing that makes me feel like I'm making some kind of difference, or in certain cases any difference at all. The adrenaline I feel from nights of danger will often times be the single emotion I can feel after going numb.

The adrenaline is like a drug to me, the fear of death is a toxic gamble I always willingly participate in.

Deep down I know, there's absolutely nothing for me to lose.

It usually starts with nights like tonight where I'm completely wide eyed and ice cold inside.

After losing my battle for sleep once more, I decide to be productive with my night. I revert from my bed and make my way to the window. I looked a gaze to the city that I had a love hate relationship with. I'm 21 now. And live alone in an obscenity small apartment in the heart of Manhattan. It wasn't much, but it was mine. Overpriced as any apartment would be in the city, but I specifically picked it for the view. I lived on the top floor, and when I wanted to, I could climb out to the rusty stairs by my window and climb to the top. The wind will hit my face and catch my breath, the lights of the city illuminate and help me forget the nightmare I'm surrounded by. This small, disheveled place was honestly the closest thing I had to a home ever in my life. Its cracked ceilings and cigarette stained walls gave it character. I am someone who can find the good in things most people can't.

However after everything I've been through, growing up in the slums of New York, nothing could prepare me for the loss of my boyfriend, Zayne.

I peeped at my clock behind me and it was 11pm. Next to it was an eviction notice I angrily crumpled up and then straightened out again. I was officially 3 months behind on rent. I owed exactly 9 thousand dollars by the end of the week or I'd have to find a new place to live.

Fortunately, I was really good at getting fast money. Not in the ways most people would approve of. Either through a good gamble or complete long a job for someone, I usually could make up money fast when I needed to. After the death of Zayne, I found myself digging deeper and deeper into a whole of recklessness. I never apologize for it.

My mind raced 24/7 it seemed. Between the rising crime in my city and just overcoming the death of a loved one, it was enough to make me physically ill, or in this case, unable to sleep.

When I think of Zayne, I can feel my stomach compress. I feel a wave a pressure run through my chest.

My body shook beneath me.

When I lost him, my entire soul went with it.

My heart sunk deep into my chest causing me to heave.

He's gone. He's never coming back. And I am completely and wholeheartedly alone. It was never supposed to be this way, often times I tortured myself from thinking of him so much. But the pain was always a reminder that he was real. That our love could survive even after death.

But that's why I had a very specific mission.

To find his killer.

Zayne Alaric Sacks. Died at 21 by a gunshot to the head. Immediately ruled as suicide without any investigation. Anyone who was close to him would know he suffered from depression, but would never go to the steaks of suicide. When I heard the ruling, I immediately knew something was off.

After months of tracking and playing vigilante, and ruling out every and any possibility. I narrowed it down a common denominator.

The only group of people I knew powerful enough to just so easily get away with murder right in front of the public eye.

An ancient Japanese clan that everyone knew as "The Foot." In which they inherited the name by seemly stepping on every soul and industry in the city. And the clan was growing at a wider rate, trickling their way into our legislation, law enforcement, stock share holders, and young adults. And just about nothing was being done to stop it.

I have been tracking their whereabouts for months. Coming to a dead end every single time. I needed to catch them slipping up. Just once. Lately I've noticed a pattern in The Foot's robberies. I had every aspect mapped out along my wall, trying my best to pinpoint their next move.

Deep down I knew none of this would ever bring Zayne back, but for the sake of his justice I knew I had to do it. I turned up the police scanner in my room as I did every single night. Turning and tuning waiting for my chance.

It's a Saturday night in September. A perfect and clear night for some crime.

And then a devilish smile allured my face.

Armed robbery in upper manhattan with hostages. Exactly where I'd predicted.

"Let's fucking go." I got into my usual all black. Armed with a hidden pistol under my jacket. And a few daggers in my boots. My mood shifted as my adrenaline overtook my nerves making me feel alive again.

God I love this vigilante shit!

I hopped on my motorcycle that I specifically bought for these occasions. Easy to ditch both the cops and enemies. It took me a few months to get the hang of it, and I still drive it pretty bad. But to me it was all in good fun.

I reved my bike, letting the vibrations stimulate my body, enhancing the rising adrenaline. I was focused as I was reaching my destination, attempting to get there before the cops could. I parked my bike about a block from the scene, following the blue flashing lights.

I needed to scan my surroundings before I got any closer. I scrunched my nose and scrutinized every sense.

I need a better view.

The array of gun shots, sirens and yells echoed off the walls of each city building. I found a nearby fire escape and began to climb letting the cold, wet rust flake onto my hands. When I was finally able to get a good view I got tingly inside.

I saw the foot before my eyes coming in straight from the top of the bank. That would be my entrance as well.

My motive tonight was different from most. It wasn't to stop the crime, it was to find more information. But if I'm able to completely stop the robbery that would just be an added bonus.

The cold air burnt my lungs as I climbed back down. And ran like hell to get there as fast as I could.

The cops had yet to invade the scene and get the robbers.

Typical.

I was impatient and immediately started climbing to the top. Completely in shock that I haven't been spotted yet. As I was climbing I looked above the building and saw what looked like more large figures getting in from the top of the building.

And I say "large figures." Because from what little I saw they didn't look human.

I've heard rumors of The Foot performing various amounts of experiments on humans and animals. So I knew there was a slight possibility that mutations of the sort existed.

I shook my head at the possibility. It had to have just been overly geared up Foot Soldiers. I gulped nervously as I reached the top. I slowly peaked my eyes along the roof to make sure I was alone.

There I observed a perfect circular hole they must have drilled from the top. The technology they would have had to use to cut this without making a sound while doing it in a timely manner would be unheard of.

I took a breath before hopping down, knowing the mess I was getting into. When I dropped down I was in a dark room. I searched for my gun breathing softly, quickly observing my surroundings. I found the nearest exit and tip toed to the side of the door hiding my self. I peaked out along the hallway.

All clear. I just have to move slowly, and quietly.

I was ready for a fight. Carefully putting one foot in front of the other, I made it

To the end of the hall towards what I am guessing would be the main room in the bank.

I heard a single creak behind me and my heart skips a beat, knowing that who ever is behind me is most likely armed.

The creak wasn't close enough for me to attack them, so I fight my hesitation and pretend I don't hear them.

As the creaks get closer my heart beats louder, now I have to gamble my life off of my pure instincts. And this is the adrenaline I lived for. This simple moment of life or death was the darkest pleasure of mine.

I feel them on the right.

I take a swift step behind me leaning right and backwards head boo them.

I hit my target perfectly! I turn around to see my first Foot Clan member directly in front of me. His gun is pointed down from being caught of guard. I kick the gun out of his hand and direct my gun to him, cornering him into the wall.

I can't kill him. I need his information.

I pin him hard against the wall. Gun pointed as I knee his groin.

I rip his mask off to reveal what looked like a teenager. No older than 15.

The Foot is really sending out children to do their dirty work.

The young boy shook underneath me. Terrified that I would end his life. My face softened. My fun was ruined.

"It's okay." I loosened my grip. "I'm not going to hurt you." He nodded his head. "Tell me where your clan is located at. Who is your leader behind all of this?"

"Th-they'll kill me if I tell you" he continued to struggle.

"They'll kill you either way. Whether it's purposely, or as a causation of using you for their crimes."

"We are bound by blood, we're a family." He blankly stated. "My masters are my fathers.

I cannot disobey them."

He sounded robotic and brainwashed. And in every way my heart twisted seeing the sight of this young boy who essentially had no essence behind his eyes.

"Then I'll talk to your masters, all you have to do is tell me where to find them."

The boy chuckled devilishly as his eyes remained stone cold.

"One of them is here right now." "When she finds you you're as good as dead."

"We'll see about that." I smiled before I knocked him out with a single punch to the temple.

I heart grieved for this poor boy whose soul was poisoned by the foot clan. I looted his gun which was a lot nicer than mine and ran back down the hallway in hopes to find this "Master."

I heard a commotion of what sounded like fighting down the hall. And ran around as fast as I could. I hid behind the wall, gun pointed up, loaded and ready to go. I heard multiple people screaming.

My breaths were heavy hearing how many foot members there were.

There was no way I could take them all.

I had to scope the situation. I nervously and slowly peeped around to see dozens of Foot Ninjas. All of them were wearing all black with guns and weapons much more deadlier than mine. My heart throbbed against my chest as I saw the hostages laying on the floor, quaking in fear.

The head leader walked around with a mask on. She seemed to be the only woman. I couldn't get a good look at her.

That had to be one of the masters. I tried

To scope every detail and clue that could lead me to their headquarters or any information that could help me at all.

Just then, all of the lights went dark around me. Smoke bombs went off immediately clouding every once of vision I had.

I couldn't see anything.

I had to keep track of the foot. I couldn't lose them again.

Another bomb went off sending me flying back against the wall. When I fell to the floor my body was limp. The fumes burnt my eyes. I heard an ongoing attack. I heard a mix of metal clanking and screaming.

I rose to my feet trying to make something out, but I couldn't.

When the lights flashed back on, all of the hostages were gone and the Foot ninjas were tied up.

Someone fought the foot. And didn't leave a single fucking trace.

"What the hell?" I whispered. Pointing my pistol down to the floor. "The roof!" I concluded.. I immediately ran back to the top. Hearing the fire alarms go off around me. It wouldn't be long until the cops would be here and my butt would be in a lot of fucking trouble. I climbed on the furniture to reach the ceiling and climb to the top hole and back onto the roof.

I had to get out of here!

I climbed down the building exiting the scene. I ran as fast as I could to my bike, as I drove away I shook my head.

Another failed mission.

"Damn it!" I screamed as I turned another corner.

I was so fucking close this time.

As I was driving my bike in distraught, I couldn't help but hate myself again. I had to do better. In had to find Zaynes killer.

I found myself later that night at my favorite local bar, in desperate need to medicate myself with booze.

"Hennessy on the rocks." I ordered. This was Zayne and Is favorite liquor. I instantly remembered him and why I was trying so hard to get him justice. I looked above to the tv casting the news of the robbery I was at before. I shook my head and scoffed taking another painful sip of my drink. Hoping to drown the embarrassment and shame.

I kept replaying what that boy said to me earlier. About how the foot was a "family." It made my spine shiver at the realization of how powerful and intoxicating The Foot clan was.

"Since when are you old enough to drink?" I heard a voice I recognized, but despised with every fiber of my being. This voice belonged to Zaynes older brother, who I've been avoiding like the plegue. Eric Sacks. An inherited millionaire who never came around when it came to his little brother. Zayne was never too fond of Eric, and likewise I trusted there was a good reason for it. Their parents died in a lab explosion when Eric was 18 and Zayne was 2 years old. Eric inherited millions from their family and from the tragedy.

Zayne always gave me clear instructions to stay clear of his older brother. As they never got along well. And I particularly wasn't fond at Eric's perverted attitude towards me to top it all off.

"Didn't see you at the funeral Eric." My eyes slitted and my body tensed. I was convinced Eric Sacks didn't care about anything or anyone unless it involved money or profit.

He sighed as he sat next to me.

"A millionaire can't always be everywhere at the same time." He gloated. "I did see the zoom video and I must say, your speech was really very, touching." He sarcastically slapped his hand to his heart. I wanted to end him right then and there, but I couldn't find Justice for Zayne if I was in prison for single-handedly killing his brother.

I'll behave for now I guess.

I gulped the last of my drink, letting the Henny burn my throat.

I didn't respond to him, the silent treatment will do for now. He squinted his eyes at me.

"You can sit here and be miserable for the rest of your life Anastasia, but I decided to move on." He snapped his fingers at the bartender. "Another Hennessy for miss grumpy pants."

I rolled my eyes un willfully accepting another drink.

"Yeah, well you and I both know that his death wasn't suicide." I cocked my head to the side with a glare. I knew he knew. "No decent human just simply lets that go."

"Hmm.. is that what you think?" My ears were steaming at this point. "Meanwhile you're recklessly playing vigilante every night."

I finally looked at him, shocked that he knew.

"Hey." He continued. "Despite what you think of me, I'm still going to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get killed or something."

"You're the last person I want to keep an eye on me." I scoffed. "At least I'm doing something to try and find more about his death."

"Yeah and you keep looking in all the wrong places." He said as his sipped his wine.

"Why, do you know anything?" I chugged my second drink. Letting it numb my heart.

"Maybe... my loads and loads of money that you hate me for might have pinpointed his murderer. Which is why I've been looking for you." As much as I hated Eric, the fact that he also was looking for Zaynes murderer humbled me a bit. "I know you hate me, and that I've been a dick to you for years but, surly we can find a common ground for justice here."

What in Gods name was he saying?

I looked at him finally to see his eyes soften.

"I'm listening." I painfully admitted.

"Have you ever heard of an organization called the Foot?" The moment he said that my heart fell into my gut, quite possibly making my whole body shake.

"Who hasn't?" I countered.

"My team were finally able to track the possible killers, but what we found is highly classified." He sighed. "Can I trust you?"

Trust.

Not something I ever wanted to establish with Eric. But for Zaynes sake, I might have to.

"Yes." I choked.

"The Foot has been running experiments on humans and animals for years, they often weaponize them and turn them into monsters. But in this case, four mutant turtles."

"That's sounds crazy." My eyebrows raised at the thought, I was now talking much quieter.

"I thought so too. Tell me though." He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a picture of four large figures on a rooftop. Similar to what I witnessed earlier at the robbery. "Have you seen them before?"

I swallowed hard. Taking the picture from his hands. "Ive seen them before. I just... couldn't depict what they were."

"You've seen them?" His eyebrows raised. "Oh my god, are you okay? Were you hurt?" He touched my face, which I immediately turned away from.

"No... they were at the robbery tonight that was all over the news. They were so fast and I missed them." I admitted. I shook my head. "Mutant Turtles?! And you're sure these are the things that killed Zayne?"

"They are the foot's main assassins, they use the mutants because they don't want to risk hurting their own men." It all made sense to me. "Anna. You are single handedly the only person I know who's smart enough to expose them. With my team of highly trained officials and your talent for fighting crime, I think we can finally give my brother the justice he deserves."

"And what exactly would their motive be?" I questioned. "Why would the Foot go after Zayne?"

Eric shook his head and nervously laughed like he knew the truth.

"After I finished college, I found out that our parents did a lot of the Foot's lab work before they died. When our parents found out the wickedness of the Foot the sought to destroy every piece of evidence. I tried to steer clear of the Foot for years, but they were persistent in finding us. The Foot is big on honor and justice. I think they got to him."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"No that's crazy! Zayne would have told me something like this!"

"That's because Zayne didn't know about any of it. I was just trying to protect him, but all he did was hate me."

I sat and thought for a moment.

"Eric. I don't know about this." I began to get up from my chair, but he grabbed my arm.

"What if I told you that we know where the foot will be tomorrow. We hacked into the foot's system and found their next round of robberies set for tomorrow. With my teams help we can expose them."

"Thank you, but it seems pretty clear that you're the one that needs my help."

"I knew you'd wanna bargain. So how about that nine grand you owe."

I blinked hard.

"How did you?"

"You're not hard to keep tabs on Anna."

I took a heavy sigh. And I don't answer him.

"Okay." I said plainly. "But if I help you it's under my rules. We do exactly as I say." I bargained.

"Anything." He looked in my eyes searching for my terms and conditions.

Thank you so much for reading!

As always if you enjoy be sure to like, comment and follow. This story is also available on Wattpad @hamatosami

This is a re-write from my original story on Quotev! So I hope my original fans love it!

[miekasa]

ik this is random but can you do a 'what i eat in a day' rundown? i'm just curious lol

This is the kind of ask you start to answer and realize just how fucking weird your response is gonna be LMFAOO. Fair disclosure, this is not nutritional advice, nor an exact measurement of what I eat every single day, but on the days I have work, there is a formal, and it’s as follows: 

Breakfast

Usually includes eggs, hash browns, bacon, and/or avocado + water

Fruit, usually a tangerine

Iced matcha latte, iced chai latte, or iced hazelnut latte. this caffeine is essential lest i end up with a headache by 12 rip 

Post-breakfast snack

Finishing my iced drink

Some combination of crackers/fruit/cheese/granola bar w milk/savory pastry

More water, that damn water bottle costs too much not to

Pre-lunch snack

Fruit-infused granola bar? Does that make sense? Like the soft ones with fruit jam in the middle or goldfish/cheez-its/grapes for a dry snack. 

Lunch

Wildcard, changes almost every day. Things I like include soup, beef ribs and rice, turkey and cheese sandwiches, big salads, rice and beans, chicken and rice, steak and rice. I like rice. More water. 

Fruit, usually an apple or pear or two bananas w peanut butter

Gotta have a little treat (esp if there’s no fruit) like a small pastry

Midday snack (probably 3-4pm)

Bigger than other snacks—ie: bagel w cream cheese, rice balls, cereal, half sandwich

Maybe another iced drink, who’s to say 

Post-work/pre-trek home snack

Similar midday snack vibes, recents include: rice balls, granola bars, seaweed, pretzel rods, fries. More water. 

Home snack

Starts with tea, always 

Something along the lines of [Fried] rice with seaweed, or a toasted bagel if I’m very hungry

Dinner 1

Another wildcard, also changes every day. Sometimes I cook, sometimes I buy take-out, sometimes I eat something before coming home like a burger and then just have tea until I’m hungry again. Always my biggest meal of the day, always has protein, likely to include potatoes or rice in some form and if not that, then pasta lmfao

Mostly have water with my dinner, or ginger-ale

Must eat meat here bc I am a carnivore

Pre-shower/post-computer activities meal

Probably more tea, maybe another little treat

Any leftovers from the day that I forgot about/didn’t have time to eat at work 

Dinner 2

Sometimes I knock the fuck out and go to sleep after I shower, but more often than not, I end up eating something again before going to bed. Something easy like a bagel or frozen dumplings/anything I can stick in an air fryer. Lately I’ve been inhaling daifuku and tostitos like a madman 

The end. Thank you for coming. 

[fckwritersblock]

How I Meet Your Auntie

Part 1: The Other Guy

Sam Wilson x black reader

Description: for the longest time Sam had been the other guy. The guy making moves both big and small behind the scene. But what if he was more?

Warning: this is a slow burn . But I will link all the additional parts here don’t worry. Eventual smart per usual.

A/N: While we’re getting into how they met this is always an introductory to the reader

This is gonna be a 3 mini part series. Maybe 4 but we’ll see. No beta.

(Unedited.)

The place was pretty empty. Deserted in fact, looking as if no one should be there at all. That's what made it a great hiding spot. No one would think to check for them there. This was all that was left from the good of S.H.I.E.L.D. The remaining agents that were alive who hadn't gone into hiding. In the corner of the downsized 'facility' were two persons separated by two glass boarders. The only sound that could be heard was whispering between the injured and his visitor.

"Can we tell them now?"

"No."

"....how about now?"

"No."

"Now-"

"Y/n!"

"Nick!"

He gave her a look which made her roll her eyes.

"Sorry. Fury!" She repeated.

"Will you stop pacing? You're giving me a bigger headache than I already have." The man groaned shifting the position of his head on the pillow of the hospital bed.

"I can't help it, I'm nervous." Y/n sighed, plopping down in the cushioned seat next to his bed, "I just- you didn't see their faces."

"Neither did you, you've been here with me." Fury deadpanned.

"I know but Maria said-" Y/n was cut off.

"It isn't time yet Y/n and you know it. If the world is to believe I'm dead, it has to be everyone." Fury explained once more. "HYDRA has been deeply rooted in S.H.I.E.L.D for quite some time now. To expose us now is dangerous."

"How do you know I'm not dangerous? "

She wasn't a danger, not to him at least. While Fury didn't trust many people, he was 100% sure he could trust Y/n. Not just because of their close history, but because he knew she was genuinely a good person.

"Look, how about you go ahead and meet up with them." He suggested instead of answering her question. "See for yourself that they are okay after the run in with Zola."

"Are you sure?" She stood to her feet, grabbing his hand. "I'm not sure about leaving you alone."

Glancing out the glass window around the small facility she wearily took in the few agents left. While she didn't trust them, Fury did. Usually it meant something, but after he was nearly killed, Y/n was no longer sure if his trust in people meant anything.

"He's not. He has me."

Maria Hill stood in the door way offering Y/n a small smile. With a nod in her direction, Y/n smiled back before looking back at Fury.

"Take it easy sir. I'll be in touch with the both of you."

Walking past agent Hill she stopped as Hill grabbed her hand.

" Be careful." Hill gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"I'll keep you posted." Y/n agreed with a nod before departing.

Breaking into the home was fairly easy. It was clear whoever it was Steve and Natasha found refuge with didn't have any enemies. They were either really skilled or stupid to not have any form of protection. As soon as he threw the first punch, Y/n knew which of the two he was.

Stupid.

It was a clumsy punch, one that she evaded with ease. Ducking out of the way, she blocked the next with her forearm pushing him back slightly. Deciding to end this pointless battle Y/n prepared for the mans next throw.

Right arm elongated she caught his fist. With her free hand she landed 3 quick punches -1st to the abdomen, 2nd to the chest, 3rd to the face-

Before flipping him over her shoulder and onto the floor where he landed with a loud thud.

"Shit."

Groaning Sam rolled around slightly, trying to figure out how he got his ass handed to him so quickly. Through small slits he peered up at the caramel complected beauty that stood over him, wondering where the angel came from.

"Gets them every time." She grinned a little placing her hands one her hips.

"Nice to see you no longer throw your punches."

Turn her head quickly, Y/n relaxed at the sight of Natasha who now stood in the doorway of the dining room.

"I had really great teachers." she winked.

Hearing the commotion, Steve also made his way into the area, a look of confusion on his face once he saw Sam on the lying there slightly rolled.

"What happened to you?" He questioned his friend.

"Me? Oh. No. Nothing man. I'm good. This is my thinking spot." Sam waved off still lying on the floor. "Can I ask you something? Does everyone who comes after you guys look like her?"

It was then the Captain  noticed there was someone else in the room. His eyes locked with hers, the corner of his lips twitching upwards.

"Uncle Steve," Y/n greeted with a wide smile.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?"

"Eh, I had a feeling you were going to do something dumb and stupid." She shrugged as Steve helped his friend up as she hugged Natasha.

"Eh, we've done worse." Nat shrugged when the pulled apart.

"Budapest." The two friends shared a laugh, Y/n turning to Steve who had yet to take his eyes off of her.

"Bring it in old man!" Y/n stepped forward smiling.

The embrace between Steve and Y/m was filled with love as they both seemed to relax into the hug. When S.H.I.E.L.D fell, they weren't together and even though they couldn't didn't show they're concerns, they were there. Knowing the other was okay was one thing, but seeing it right before your eyes was relieving. After all, all they had left was each other.

"I'm glad you're okay." Steve spoke kissing the side of her head.

"You too. You know I worry."

Feeling eyes on her, she shifted her brown orbs in the direction of the man she didn't know. "Whose the other guy?"

"Hi. Sam Wilson." He greeted holding his hand out for her to shake. "and uh......your uncle?"

"Son. Just don't." Steve held his hand out as a warning.

"Uh huh. Well," Sam scratched the back of his neck glancing at the hero and to assassins. " I made breakfast if you guys eat that kind of thing."

While Natasha and Steve sat at the table, Y/n leaned against the kitchen counter. Sam, who was going through a bunch of files, started up more conversation.

Y/n Rogers was a very distant relative to the Captain America. Believed to be an only child, the name should've died along with Steve. However, he wasn't an only child. His father had fathered another child, one whom he met at his fathers funeral. A half brother, Joseph Rogers the second, who later sought him in their late teens, Joseph being the eldest by 2 years.

Her grandfather, however frowned upon, unapologetically married a black woman. Together, that union brought about Y/n’s mom, Scarlet. Her mom raised her a single mother, before unfortunately passing away from an illness when she was only 12. From there, her grandparents both raised her. The pair passed when she was 25, her grandmother first, her grandfather following suit shortly after. If you ask her she believed it was from a broken heart.  however fat, she believed they would get it and that alone bought her peace. Still good no remaining family, Y/n was alone. 

So when Steve woke up from his icy slumber he looked up his estranged family. Imagine his surprise when the only remaining member turned out to be little ole Y/n.

“He found me at the end of my first tour.”

“Army?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Airforce. JAG.” She answered.

"Finding you wasn't the problem. It's getting rid of you." Steve commented playfully.

"Rude. You love me."

"Debatable. Is it Wednesday?"

A small smirk on her face, Natasha couldn't help but observe the interaction between Steve and his niece. Whenever they got together, she felt like she was seeing the real Steve. scarlet bought out a side of him they didn't get to see too often

“Of course that was just a cover.” Natasha teased making Y/n laugh at what Sam and Steve could only assume was a memory the two women shared.

"I met Nat a few years back when I was working for Tony."

“Stark?”

“That would be the one.” She laughed. “I was caught hacking into his Iron Man database.”

“Why?” Sam asked perplexed.

For..fun?” She smirked before continuing. “ Anyway, he gave me a job and when Natasha came in as an assistant clicked. When her cover was ‘blown’ she told me she thought I had potential and asked if I wanted to do something more.”

“I taught her everything she know," smirked Natasha.

As she leaned back in her chair to stretch she winced slightly.

You okay?" Asked Steve.

A 'yes' came from Natasha, while 'no' came from Y/n.

"It's nothing I'm fine." Shook off the red head.

"Nat, let me see."

“Y/n.”

“Natasha.”

“Fight me.” Natasha said after letting out a groan.

"Your out of shape right now. I'll kick your ass. Now, let me see."

Reluctantly shows her wound, which Y/n begins to examine.

"Ribs are slightly bruised. This cut is going to need stitches."

Not only was she extremely beautiful, smart, she was resourceful. Good with her hands. Everything about her was sexy to him.

"Sam....Sam....Sam!"

"Huh?" He coughed as he snapped back to reality.

"Do you have something I can stitch this up with?" Y/n asked sweetly.

"Uh sure."

Discreetly his eyes scanned the faces of his companions;

- Natasha was stifling a laugh

- Steve was not so subtlety glaring at him

- Y/n wore her best poker face leading Sam to believe she hadn't noticed him staring.

She had.

"So, the question is: who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?" Natasha asked as Y/n stitches her up.

"Pierce." Chorused the Rogers.

"Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world." Y/n added.

"But he's not working alone," Steve continued. "Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star."

"So was Jasper Sitwell." Frowned the Russian.

"So, the real question is," Y/n began after pulling down Natasha's shirt having finished patching the assassin up. "how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?"

"The answer is: you don't." In the perfect moment for a mic drop, Sam dropped a huge folder in front of Steve.

"What's this?" Steve curiously began to pick through the files.

“ Call it a resume.” Samc winked in Y/n direction when she glanced at him curiously.

Natasha picks up a photo of Sam with his para-rescue team.

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you.” She then directed her next statement at Steve. “You didn't say he was a para-rescue.”

Steve Rogers: Is this Riley?

Sam Wilson: Yeah.

“I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the RPGs.” Natasha recalled.

“ What did you use, a stealth chute?” Quizzed Y/n directing her attention from the files to Sam.

“No. These.”

The next older Sam handed the trio consisted of several photos of him as the falcon. The full mission report as well as how effective him and his wings were in combat.

“I thought you said you're a pilot?” Steve raised an eyebrow at Sam, recalling their previous conversation.

“I never said a pilot.”

“Impressive.” Y/n voices with a grin.

“I can't ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason.”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help.” Sam spoke with enthusiasm l. “There's no better reason to get back in.”

Steve mulled over for just a minute before: “Where can we get our hands on one of these things?”

"The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall." Sam informed them as if the 12 inch wall would stop them.

Steve looked at Nat and Y/n who both shrugged.

"Shouldn't be a problem." Steve stated nonchalantly.

"I could use a warm up." Y/n confirmed.

"Sorry about your face." Y/n apologies feeling a little bad about the bruise she caused under his right eye.

"Don't worry, it'll never happen again." Sam stated indefinitely.

"At least it's still a nice face." She winked at him before following after her uncle and Natasha.

Thankful his skin was just the right shade of brown to mask his blush.

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I decided to start this far back because I don’t feel like Sam got enough love back in today. Not the way he should’ve so I am planning to break everything down from the beginning to where we are now, with TFAWS.

This is a slow burn, I repeat this is a slow burn.

Xoxo

[obae-me]

Lucifer: Just exists

Me: Sir would u like some sleep? Perhaps a full 9 hours? A nap?

Okay, so my requests are still closed (I have some I haven’t finished yet but we don’t talk about those, my brain is broken give me time) but something about this just gave me the overwhelming urge to write some sleepy Lucifer…so I’m going to do that. (Plus I need to get back into the writing groove before I tackle my bigger projects)

_______________________

Meeting after meeting, report after report. Demons could go days without sleeping and come out with little more than a headache, but still, it had been a week straight of Lucifer’s non-stop work, so you were bound to feel some concern. Well, ‘some’ was an understatement. In fact, you were losing precious hours of your own sleep just by worrying about him. None of your fretting did anything about it either, he was too prideful for that. Regardless of the ever blackening circles under his eyes, the rapidly diminishing bags of coffee beans, or his simple mistakes he’d usually never make, he acted as if he was the pinnacle of health.  

There was bound to be an end to it eventually, there always was. 

Lucifer’s insomnia had infected you, and during the early reaches of this particular morning, unable to sleep, you decided to check on the eldest. It was wishful thinking to hope you could find him in his room. Alas, it was empty, practically gathering dust, he might as well take up permanent residency in his office by now. So, you padded down quietly to his office. 

The entrance was wide open, the soft somber melody of a record drifting through the library. You knew well and good that he had pushed himself too far, his own body taking the consent of sleep from him. However, if anything, the moments like these were the ones that made you fall for him even harder. The way his body released the tension of stress as he slept. The way those gentle sighs of his somehow played in a symphony all their own. The way his chest didn’t puff out with pride like normal but instead rose in the softest way as he finally took a moment to breathe deeply. 

Stifling a chuckle, you tiptoed over to him, tilting your head to observe his face in peace. Cheek against a half-written report, one of his arms was bent across his eyes, his fade nestled in the crook of his elbow to block out the light, his lips ever so slightly parted. A pen was still lodged between his middle and pointer finger, the end of it tangled in his hair. You would be tempted to just stand and watch him for a while longer, but you’d much rather see him to bed. 

“Luce...Luci...” He stirred, shifting slightly, turning the other way, the paper still stuck to his cheek, eliciting a small vocal chuckle from you. You snapped a quick picture for your private collection and then reached out to him. One hand settling over his own, the other landing between his shoulder blades, you embraced him, speaking up a bit louder. “My darling Morningstar?” 

Reflexively, he turned his wrist and gripped your hand, a bit too tightly until he realized it was you. He interlaced his fingers between yours and pushed himself up from his desk by his elbows. You hummed to yourself in amusement, grasping the paper stuck to his face and placing it amongst his other reports. He took a waking breath into his nose and blinked slow and unevenly. “What time is it?” 

You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, hugging him from the side. “Time for you to head to bed.” He opened his mouth to spout some nonsense about work needing to be done, but you stopped him with a kiss to his cheek. “Bed. Your pact-master commands you.” 

“Hm? You tease but you really could order me if you wanted to.” 

Reaching up, you caressed the side of his face, feeling him tilt into your touch. “Why would I do that when it’s so much more satisfying when you follow me of your own volition?” You traced your finger down and traced his bottom lip. He looked up, his cheeks slightly pink, his eyebrows slightly raised as he looked at you in comfortable wonder. You lowered your head to meet his lips, but you pulled away at the last second, squishing his cheeks. “But I won’t force you.” You dropped his hand and turned, listening to his sharp intake at your taunting. Before you could take another step, his arms were already wrapped around your torso. 

“I’m coming, you demon.” 

“Oh yes, I’m the evil one for making sure you get some rest.” You rolled your eyes but took his arm in yours as you left his study. 

“You are indeed,” he laughed, his tone still groggy from his nap. You kept a steady hold on him as he worked on keeping his week legs straight. He’d pushed himself far too long this time, his limbs were crying out for rest. He’d have to take the extra brutal punishment of sleeping in tomorrow- well, today. Back inside his room, you guided him beside the bed, folding back his sheets and sliding in first yourself. They had soaked up the chill cold of the night, and so you shivered. He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it at the end of the bed, and you faked a gasp.

“How uncouth!”

Shirtless and still in his work slacks, he crawled in under his sheets, pushing you down against the pillow, a smile on his face. “Don’t start with me.” The playful mood quickly ebbed as he rubbed your noses together before planting a kiss over your lips, obviously desperate for it ever since you had denied him in his study. “Come now.” He laid flat against the mattress, pulling you over and tucking you under his arm with your head against his chest. Even if you hadn’t been so close there was no denying the large content sigh.

“See?” You asked, pulling the covers up tighter against you both. “Isn’t this better than a dreary old desk?” Only, there was no response. In regular Belphie fashion, Lucifer must’ve fallen asleep right as his head hit the pillow. You snuggled tighter against him, careful not to move him too much, although you figured it would be rather difficult to get him to rouse again tonight. Closing your eyes, you whispered to him, hoping he’d hear the message in his dreams. “Goodnight, love.”

[thesilent-o]

Blitzo sat up, the covers falling around his waist. A hand reached up to his head, which lightly pounded in protest to the upright motion he'd taken. He'd slept like shit the night before. The bed theyd shared was almost too small for the both of them. And that was something, considering he was an imp. Granted, Blitzo was tall for his species, but that didn't do anything for the lack of space on the mattress. He hadn't been drunk or anything when he had come here after leaving the office. So the light headache wasn't something he could blame on a hangover nor was the decision to come here in the first place.

Which now that he was less focused on fucking around, he could say that the place he'd ended up in was a dump. And more of a dump than his own shitty apartment, that's for sure. A comment that he didn't have the chance to make before his host was offering him a beverage. Drinking so early on wasn't usually something he did. Not when he might have things he needed attend to. Although realistically even that rule hadn't stopped him from doing it before. So why worry about that now? Besides, maybe a drink might help the headache he had woken up with.

"Sure, why the fuck not? And don't go around calling me that. I have a name." He stretched where he sat on the bed and then leaned back against the wall. "I slept like shit last night. Maybe you should consider a bigger bed. Or at least clean this dump up a little."

The comment found its way out of the imp's mouth eventually regardless. When it came to scenarios like this, Blitzo often had a hard time filtering anything he said. In fact the only time he ever did sugar coat something was when he was trying to lie his way through a situation. Being blunt had just become something of a habit of his. Perhaps even something he had picked up from his father without realizing it. Either way, he didn't seem to care if his comments might offend the shark.

And why should he? He didn't know Chaz on a personal level. He only knew him because of Moxxie and Millie. And an strange obsession to their sex life had been the reason that he ended up here. He'd been curious enough to want to know why the two imps spent time with this guy that hed shut I.M.P down early just to find out. And after the night he spent with him, he felt he had an answer. He couldn't say it was as satisfying an answer that he was looking for. But who was he to pass up a fuck?

Starter for @thesilent-o

Chaz lit up a cigarette while watching the imp laying next to him through his peripheral vision. It'd been surprisingly easy to talk the guy into a bone sesh. Maybe Mox and Millie discussed their sex lives with their boss and bragged about his big dick and how good he was as fuckin them senseless with it. A wide grin spread across the loan shark's face at the thought. Of course they would, how could they not. The exchange furthered his belief of imps being a slutty bunch—not that he was complaining. 

He rolled off his side of the bed with little grace and plucked his boxers off the floor. He slipped them back on before heading towards the mini fridge in the corner of his bedroom. Chaz blew out a puff of smoke at the eviction notice sitting on top of the chill box while he rummaged through the shelf. "Yo, splotchy" he called over his shoulder. "You want a beer?" A generous offer coming from him, but he had to get the hang of hospitality if he wanted to keep them coming back. 

[wishingyouback]

In The AM.

[01:45am] late nights with minho;

It’s a quarter to two in the morning when you stumble upon minho in your apartment kitchen with his hands on his face.

Though his back is facing you, you can almost picture the look on his face. His eyes closed, hands resting on his face to either try to subside the growing headache he had or, he was just exhausted with amount of workload he had piling up. You frown to yourself and lean against the doorframe of your kitchen, being quiet and careful to not stir him from his thoughts, to take a proper look at him.

His body is slumped in comparison to his usual lean position. His hair is ruffled, looking as if he had run his hands through it a million times to rid of the worries in his head. You’re about to walk over to him when Minho turns his head to look at you. Your eyes immediately catch his and he can’t stop the smile he has growing on his face. You bite your lip to contain your excitement and make your way into his arms that opens warmly for you.

When you wrap your arms around his neck, he finds solidarity in your embrace and hums. You feel his body relax in your warmth and you almost want to cry at how tired he must be.

“How’d you know I was there?”

“I heard you open your door,” he looks at you then kisses your forehead lightly which makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. “I’m sorry I came so late. Practice took longer than usual.”

Minho rarely talked about work — not because he didn’t want to or didn’t trust you. He trusted you with his entire life and if anything, he adored you to bits. It was just that, whenever he would be around you, you helped ease his worries. You took the pain away before he could even acknowledge it; you were his escape from reality because when he was with you, it actually felt like nothing else in the world mattered except for the moments together like right here, right now.

He was extremely thankful for you, and he always made sure to let you know that. If he couldn’t say it, he’d show it.

For your first day as a couple, the hazel haired boy surprised you with flowers at midnight because he was busy with practice the entire day. When you reached a month, he bought you the bracelet you had been eyeing the time the both of you went shopping for his lovely cats. Needless to say, Minho was an attentive lover. He knew you inside out — everything you did together felt so intimate and you felt incredibly lucky; even privileged at times to be privy to these type of affections from the man who was once shy in front of you.

You pull away from him to stretch your arms, closely resembling a feline creature he was fond of, which makes him smile.

He keeps you close to him with his arms wrapped gently around your waist as you stand between his legs that he parted to make room for you. “Did I wake you?”

You hadn’t seen each other for two weeks. Though that was considered the shortest time you both have been separated, you missed him a lot more than usual and you were glad you made a spare key just for him to make his entrance any time he wanted. You shook your head.

“I woke up to get a glass of water,” you then rested your head on his shoulders, relaxing in his arms when he started to draw small patterns on your waist. “Did you just get here?”

He checks his phone and nods. “Just a few minutes, actually. We had a last minute meeting too.” He says this with a sigh.

He covers it up with a shrug but you know Minho and you know the difference between his usual nonchalant attitude to this one.

After a moment of silence with him swaying you from side to side and you laughing at the little jokes he would whisper in your ears, you stand up properly and sternly place your hands on his shoulder, making him tilt his head up to look at you. He sees the blank look on your face and sits up to mirror you.

You don’t have to say anything for him to know what you’re asking.

Even if it was just a look or a stare, Minho could read your body language and he recognised it even if you thought you were being subtle. He was alert; protective even, especially when it came to you.

“We learnt this choreography today,” you listen intently and play with the roots of his hair, something you noticed Minho liked even when he would jokingly push your hands away. “It wasn’t difficult, but it wasn’t simple either. I know we’ve done harder but— I just can’t get this one move right and it’s frustrating.”

Your heart suddenly grows heavy and you feel the sudden urge to want to reassure Minho that he’s doing amazing, so you do.

You take a step closer to him, place your hands on his cheeks, making his lips pout a little but make him look into your eyes.

“That’s not your fault, baby.” Minho’s about to deny it but he knows you have more to say, and doesn’t interrupt you. “I know I won’t understand how you completely feel, but I want you to know that I’m so proud of you and that I know you’re already doing your best. You always do, and the boys know that too.”

You stare up into Minho’s eyes and he decides that there was not a single word in the dictionary, he was sure, that could describe just how beautiful you looked tonight.

You weren’t glammed up, nor were you in the least bit trying considering you were asleep, but he decides that this is his favourite look on you. You’re wearing one of his shirts, given it was a lot bigger on you than on him, it fit you perfectly. Your hair was tussled, evident from the tossing and turning you did in your sleep, and your cheeks are more pink then they usually were, but you looked so beautiful that Minho couldn’t resist the kiss he gives you when you’re about to say something in reply.

You smile into the kiss and he suddenly feels so energised that he swallows your giggles and hums a satisfied tune against your lips. When he pulls away, he pecks your cheeks then your nose.

You can’t stop grinning after this, feeling your face heat up. “What was that for? Not that I’m complaining.” Again, you look up at Minho with the softest look he has ever seen and he nearly melts at the sight.

“Just thankful.” Is what he says which makes you raise your eyebrows as if to ask ‘for what?’ and he knows it isn’t to tease him. You genuinely don’t know what for, and he’s more than happy to tell you. “For you, angel.”

You bury your head into his chest at the new pet name and he already knows you’re blushing. He bites back his inner cheek to stop himself from laughing, but it’s not use because a giggle slips out and you’re pulling away to look at him again.

“Stop.” You whine and he laughs harder.

After a moment, you feel Minho draw figure eights on your back with his fingers and you feel yourself moving into him more to hug him again. He always had that affect on you.

“You wanna know something?” His voice is so low that if you weren’t in his embrace, you wouldn’t have heard it. He looks down to check if you’re listening and you are, you’re already looking at him.

“I’m so in love with you.”

You break into a wide smile and let out a shy laugh. The both of you have been together for a year now, yet you still get giddy at the compliments he gives you; the things he says to you, especially when he tells you that he loves you. It wasn’t new to hear, yet every time he said it to you, you couldn’t help but feel like it was the first time.

Minho found it endearing. He loved seeing you happy and most importantly, he loved loving you. You were his person, his lover and partner in everything.

“I’m so in love with you too.” You say when you wrap your arms around his neck so he can hug you properly. He presses a kiss to your temple.

“You wanna head to bed now?” You nod.

“Let me get a drink then I’ll join you.”

He hums an answer and lets you go get a cup but before you can take another step, he grabs your wrist and when you turn, you feel his lips land on yours. You’re about to react when he pulls away as quickly as he started it, a teasing glimmer in his eyes.

“I’ll see you in bed, baby.” You roll your eyes playfully at the older boy let him go. He reluctantly lets go of your hand that he squeezes before leaving and you grab your drinks feeling nothing but pure happiness completely consume your body.

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a/n if you made it ‘till the end, thank you so much for reading ily, i do. & if there are any errors, let me know and i’ll fix them ♡ happy reading(s)!

— you’re always loved. x

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Sleepy but clingy SKZ

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Bang Chan doesn't get a lot of sleep, he's gone days without it and usually just stays up working while your cuddled into him dead asleep.

° So when he is tired, you force him to sleep. Because he will complain when you try to pull him away from his laptop. Even though he's fallen asleep sitting up 5 times now.

° Chan is very cute when he's sleepy and it isn't often that you get to see it, his lips are pouted and eyes are practically closed. He also tends to lean onto you when walking to bed.

° You take a couple photos while he's sleeping because he's so cute, cheeks squished against the pillow as he shifts his face closer into it. And very pouty lips.

° Makes soft groans when you aren't near him, pulling you towards his bare chest. When you are next to him, he'll place your hands on his back so you can hold him.

° Usually a big spoon, but when he is very tired and needs sleep. He is an adorable little spoon who wants nothing more than to sleep and have you holding him.

Lee Know

° When Minho is tired he usually will just fall asleep in bed or on the nearest furniture whether you are there or not. But when he's sleepy and clingy, he'll need you with him.

° He only gets tired and clingy when he's had a bad day, his eyes will resemble a sad puppy and his lips are naturally very pouty. Then he'll just curl up into your arms.

° Likes it when you play with his hair, it makes him fall asleep faster and distracts him from the minor headache he has. He'll literally melt when you do this.

° Do not mention his clingy state to any member, or he won't cuddle you for a week. The members will tease him non stop and it embarrasses the hell out of him.

° He's not mad at you, he just gets embarrassed and is cautious doing any affection when he is rethinking his life choices at the moment.

° Even though he is labelled the savage member, he can't be mad at you. He sees you as an angel and is glad he has someone to hold him when he needs to be held.

Changbin

° Shy when you first began to date, but now he is very very clingy. He'll randomly walk up to you and just peck you hundreds of times before walking away like it's nothing.

° Can get a bit whiny when he's tired, begging to go to bed and cuddle him. It gets to the point where he doesn't care who hears him begging for your attention.

° When you finally give in, he'll murmur the softest 'thank you' before cuddling into your chest. He'll sigh in content once he is comfortable before falling asleep.

° Knows when you aren't with him, and will wake up instantly. Understands if you need to use the washroom or grab a drink/snack, but will complain if you just leave to leave.

° Tracing his jaw line will soothe him tremendously, he'll fall asleep in seconds. Changbin enjoys the feeling of your fingers against his skin, it is comforting to him.

° Once talked in his sleep lightly, whispering about how much he loves you and even mentioned how he wants to marry you. Whispering a small 'I do'.

Hyunjin

(Our prince is coming back soon!! ❤️❤️❤️)

° Clingy is his middle name, the only member more affectionate than him is Felix. And it's only because Minho slightly intimidates him.

° Will walk into your shared bedroom and just flop next to you, or gradually lean all of his weight onto you. He always greets you once he's comfortable, making you laugh.

° Will talk about how tired he is from the day while you stroke through his hair. If he isn't feeling talkative then he'll just lay there, enjoying your warmth and presence.

° Will fall asleep accidently most times, not wanting to sleep because he missed you but ends up doing so anyways because he is so tired. You understand nonetheless.

° Once wrapped himself around you during movie night with Stray Kids, and ended up missing the whole movie because he fell asleep on your shoulder during the opening.

° Will tease you if you are being clingy, but it doesn't last long since you remind him of all the times he clung to you and whined for your attention. Making him embarrassed.

Han

° When tired he zones out alot, you usually just hold him while he slumps into you and thinks about the creation of life itself. You'll sometimes laugh at how serious he looks.

° You can't get over how cute his cheeks are when squished against you or a pillow. It pouts his lips out and makes him look like an adorable soft baby because of it.

° Will fiddle with your fingers to try and stay awake, but it ends up soothing him at one point and he falls asleep anyways. His head will fall back onto you once he falls asleep.

° Will randomly ask you questions he was thinking about. Like 'why is blue called blue?' 'if I punch myself and cry, am I too strong or too weak?' 'what if unicorns are invisible?'

° Some of them do stick with you, so your up at 3am wondering why blue was called blue. But you won't tell him that since it will only encourage him to ask more questions.

° Likes to be the little spoon in general, and he will become more curled up when he is tired. Burrowing into your body as you hold him, he usually will fall asleep in seconds.

Felix

° The only differences between sleepy Felix and regular Felix is that he is quiet and is wearing pajamas, and the pajamas aren't a guarantee depending where he is.

° Felix is a naturally affectionate person who is impossible to dislike, he's a literal angel that makes you wonder how you ended up with him. But you are grateful that you did.

° Half of the time he will come home for work and whine until he finally reaches your embrace. Immediately letting out a content sigh as he turns into putty in your arms.

° The other half of the time is he will be waiting on the couch in a onesie, waiting for you to come home. Once you do he'll giggle softly and open his arms wide for you.

° Rubs his cheek against yours like a cat, and can't stop his smile from beaming brightly at your presence. Felix also has a habit of of burrowing into the crook of your neck.

° He'll fall asleep on top of you, whispering one last 'I love you' in his deep but now groggy voice. Resting his head on your shoulder as you fall asleep seconds later.

Seungmin

° Is probably the member who is the shyest when it comes to affection, no matter how long you two have been together. He prefers soft and short affectionate touches.

° His favorite type of PDA is hand holding, and when in private he will embrace you gently in bed. Usually being the bigger spoon, but isn't opposed to being little spoon.

° Will become more clingy when he is tired, wanting to go to bed with you very badly after a long day. He'll look at you while resting on your shoulder, waiting for you.

° Doesn't want to force you into a cuddle session, but will hint that he wants one to happen. You catch onto these hints eventually, but it can take some time.

° The main hints that you know are, cuddling on your lap, looking at you with puppy eyes, kissing your neck, rubbing your tummy, and talking about dreams that he's had.

° When you finally go to bed, he'll scoop you into his arms. Usually placing soft kissing on the top of your head, and whispering how much he appreciates you.

Jeongin

° Your usually more of the clingy one in the relationship, but there is a rare occasion where the roles reverse. And this happens the week he returns from tour.

° Jeongin will be exhausted from going nonstop and reaching his limit multiple times, but he'll be so happy to be back home and have you right there beside him.

° His eyes will be very sparkly when looking at you, just so happy to be back home with you. And he notices your blush when you see his gaze but is too tired to tease you on it.

° Will chat with you in a hushed tone, asking about how you were when he was gone and what you thought of the the performances you saw online. Tiredly smiling throughout.

° Smiles when you kiss him softly, missing the way your lips felt against his. He'll cup your face before resting his chin on top of your head as you curl into him.

° Falls asleep with you as his last thought, and his dreams continue his thoughts by making him imagine how truly beautiful you would look walking down the aisle.