#and then i looked further down the notifs and saw *this* ask AND that u started following me??

[ky-yk]

eve, psyche, and… (hyj x f!reader)

a sequel to “delicate (hyj x f!reader)”

genre: fluff || word count: 2.4k

author’s note: you asked, i delivered. hope u enjoy this one, fruit baskets 🫶🫨

you weren’t a k-pop stan. not by a long shot.

yet here you were, in seoul, seated as close to the stage as you could be for le sserafim’s flame rises concert.

you sat patiently waiting for the show to start with your bucket hat resting low on your head and your banner on your lap. to pass the time, you started mindlessly using your phone.

soon enough, you ended up looking through your conversations with jen and reminiscing on how far you two had come.

after sending jen that dm, you pocketed your phone and continued your journey back to your hotel. as soon as you arrived, your phone connected to the wifi and came alive with notifications from friends and family asking about how the concert went. you put your phone down and instead decided to get on with your evening routine before replying to them.

as you settled in bed, you skimmed through your friends' and family's messages.

however, one notification caught your eye.

jenaissante: well well well

you smiled to yourself as you finally read the message. the girl was online as well and must’ve seen you read her message because you then saw a text bubble pop up beside her profile picture, the three dots bouncing around in anticipation.

jenaissante: wait wait not here 😭

suddenly, you receive another notification: a follow request from what appeared to be her private account.

jenaissante: let’s talk there instead

itsyn: alright then 😭

after accepting her follow request and following her back, you dm’d her again.

itsyn: so

itsyn: a k-pop idol, huh?

you barely slept a wink that night because you spent the whole time talking to jen—yunjin. laying on your stomach while hugging the pillow beneath you, you and her talked about anything and everything until the post-concert exhaustion caught up with you.

the other girl must’ve noticed you’d passed out, because as she sat at the airport and waited to board, she chuckled to herself before typing one last message for the night.

pas.un.ange: good night, y/n.

you shook your head and chuckled to yourself as you pocketed your phone, paying attention to your surroundings instead and taking it all in: people settling into their seats, the excited chatter of fans (fearnots? is that what they’re called?), and just the sheer scale of the production. you had a vague idea of just how huge jen was, but seeing it in person was surreal.

quite the superstar you are, huh, jen?

before the show began, you picked your lightstick up from your bag, as well as your battery pack, and put them together just in time for the lights to dim as everyone else raised their lightsticks and cheered in excitement. you looked around at the scene, a sense of pride washing over you as you happily hollered with the crowd.

an intro video played on screen, signaling the start of the show. as each member appeared on screen for the first time, the crowd went wild, making you chuckle at first before joining the ruckus.

soon enough, though, yunjin appeared on screen.

and any scream that was due to come out of your throat died in its wake, instead leaving you slack-jawed at the sight of your seatmate in all her idol glory -- dressed to the nines and her once bright and wide eyes now glaring into your soul.

this wasn't jen. this was huh yunjin.

before you knew it, the vcr had ended, and the screens were splitting to make way for the five-piece to take the stage -- much to the excitement of the whole crowd. as soon as their silhouettes were clear, the crowd only hollered more (and further justified the $35 you spent on earplugs).

soon enough, both the spotlight and the cameras were on them for all to see. you looked on in awe at your seatmate now taking the stage for herself. not long after, the girls got in formation, and you could hear the buildup to their latest single blasting over the speakers.

"unforgiven, i'm a villain, i'm a."

the show was on.

you'd lost count of how many times your jaw dropped at just how impressed you were. before the concert, you were only vaguely familiar with the group. you'd think that as jen's friend, you'd be up to date on all their latest releases and shenanigans, but you made it clear to her that you wanted to get to know her outside of her idol life and career.

that lead to you basically receiving a crash course in all things le sserafim as the concert went on. you'd gotten familiar with the members and their idol personas, their insane discography, their overflowing talent, and their undeniable charm.

some members more so than others.

what's that called again? a bias?

you knew jen was talented. you knew she sang and played the guitar, you knew she had a few original songs under her belt (even sneaking you peeks at some unreleased ones), and you knew she'd spent a large chunk of her life training to become an idol.

but seeing her here right now? guitar in hand and performing an unreleased song under the harsh spotlight for her solo stage after singing and dancing with unrivaled charm for multiple songs back to back? you knew she was born to perform.

soon enough, it was time for the encore.

and it was your time to shine.

seeing the girls come back out and stylishly wearing their tour merch, you perked up and readied your sign. after a few words from the members, the telltale synths of flash forward came on the speakers as yunjin opened the song and started walking around the stage to interact with fans.

as you saw her come closer, you raised your sign even higher to try and grab her attention. she was smiling and waving at the fans beside you, but soon enough, she looked in your direction and took notice of your sign.

and then you.

you peeked out from under your bucket hat and made eye contact with the girl. you laughed at her bewildered expression before she pointed at herself and mouthed, "my wife?"

you responded with a sheepish shrug as she chuckled at you and gave you an easy smile that she must've realized lingered a little too long because she then moved on to the other fans around you and finally left your side of the stage.

you stood with your sign as the other members stopped by your side of the stage. when you locked eyes with them, they all looked some semblance of surprise -- as if they recognized you. jen must've told them about me, huh? you hope none of the fans around you saw their reactions to you. this is not how i want to get famous...

soon enough, though, the confetti popped as the girls took their final bows, not before shedding a few (a lot) tears, though.

that you took way too many pictures of.

for a rainy day, you know?

you sat back down and waited for the rest of the crowd to leave. when you noticed your own seatmates getting up to go, you followed their lead. with their chatter as your background noise, you turned your phone on and connected to your pocket wifi as your notifications came pouring in.

from a certain k-pop idol.

pas.un.ange: i didnt imagine that right

pas.un.ange: you were here??

pas.un.ange: where are u staying btw

pas.un.ange: also

pas.un.ange: my wife? 😳

you shook your head and chuckled to yourself at her shenanigans as you made your way out of the arena and towards the subway station. you replied to each of her messages just before your train arrived. you pocketed your phone and settled in, letting the exhaustion just barely take over you before you could reach your stop.

as you stepped out into the cool seoul evening, you absent-mindedly walked back to your hotel and were just about to go inside, but not before a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"damn, not even a hug from my wife?"

you looked up in surprise at jen, wrapped up in her huge coat with her hands in her pockets as she laughed at how your droopy eyes suddenly went wide. she walked closer, but not before you could crash into her, wrap your arms around her waist, and hug her tight. taken by surprise at the sudden contact, she returned the hug and let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

"you've got time for a snack run?" you heard her ask. you nodded against her chest, feeling it rumble as she chuckled.

"ja, let's go," she said before letting you go and walking into the convenience store located right beside the hotel entrance with you trailing right behind her.

you both scoured the aisles and picked up some ramyeon for you both to share. after taking your pick, though, you both kept exploring the store for more items either of you might want to pick up.

soon enough, you made it to the back of the store where they kept their drinks in rows of refrigerators. you opened a fridge, being greeted by an assault of cold air, and picked up a bottle of coke zero, before hearing her call out to you.

"yah, y/n, come here!" she said, looking up at the mirror on the corner ceiling, her phone ready to take pictures. you shook your head in playful disbelief as you saddled up beside her and had your mini photoshoot.

you sat patiently by the window as she paid and cooked your food (at her insistence). you broke out of your reverie when the smell of your ramyeon attacked your senses.

"something on your mind?" she asked as she took the seat beside you, put your drinks down, and offered you a pair of chopsticks that you then took.

"do your managers know you're here?"

"what they don't know won't kill them," she shrugged before you smacked her shoulder.

"hey! i'm kidding, of course they know I'm here. how else do you think i got here before you did?"

"and you're not worried about getting caught?"

"i'd say i'm conspicuous enough. it helps that i'm speaking english."

you thought about it for a second before resigning, breaking your chopsticks apart, and mixing the ramyeon.

"i still can't quite believe you're here."

"you did amazing, by the way. all of you. send my regards to the girls later, they were lovely."

"what was your favorite part?" she asked nonchalantly.

"oh, probably when kazuha--"

"yah!"

"i'm kidding! hm..." you hummed, as if deep in thought.

"probably when my bias noticed my sign."

"yeah?"

"oh yeah, kazuha is so much prettier up close,"

"if you want i cou--"

"she's nothing compared to you, though." it was your turn to cut her off with a hand to her bicep. the words die in her throat as she visibly flusters. she clears her throat and changes the subject.

seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into an hour, and soon enough, jen's phone starts buzzing.

"yeoboseyo? ne... ah ne." with the way her face falls, you can only imagine what the conversation was about. she puts her phone down and lets out a deep sigh.

"i think i have to go, manager-nim's been waiting up on me for a while now."

you hum in understanding. "send my regards to your manager, too, i feel bad for keeping him this long."

you both start arranging your trash into a pile. jen moves to stand, and you're just about to do the same, but not before you feel a weight slumped behind you, burying its face in your neck.

"i dont wanna go," you can barely make out, causing you to chuckle.

jen gets up from the awkward position and stands behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her front to your back. your eyes widen at the contact and you hope that if she catches your face burning, she assumes it's just because of the ramyeon you both had. she rests her chin on your shoulder and sighs.

you feel her right arm leave its spot on your waist and disappointment bubble up for a second before she hands you her phone. "come on, let's take a few pictures."

"you love your pictures, huh?"

"i don't know when i can see you again."

you hummed as you opened her camera and she wrapped her arms around your waist again, cuddling in closer than you thought was even possible for the picture. you kept spamming the shutter as she kept nuzzling closer to you, even feeling her nosing your neck at some point.

after saying your goodbyes to the lovely register, you both walked out into the cold night, the blast of air waking you both up better than any cup of coffee could. in front of your hotel, a lone black van was parked.

you walked side by side, bumping into each other as you walked to the front of your hotel. jen stopped in her tracks, and you took that as a sign to walk in front of her.

"well, i guess this is me."

"i think i've seen this film before, haven't you?" she jokes, trying to lighten the mood. you chuckled.

"you're right, it does feel familiar," you say as you take a step closer to her.

it was your turn to hold her by the biceps and tiptoe to whisper in her ear.

"only this time, i wonder if i'll like the ending."

before you could pull away, jen throws all caution into the cold wind and cups your cheeks to take your breath away in a searing kiss. frozen at first, you soon relax into the kiss and place your hands on her waist to return the kiss. eventually, you both barely pulled away, leaving tiny pecks before completely separating.

jen's eyes open a little bit, looking a little dazed before seemingly snapping out of it. she drops her arms and takes a step back, suddenly looking super flustered and awkward -- scratching her neck and finding the post behind you so fascinating with how hard she was staring at it. you chuckled and stepped closer to give her a peck on the cheek.

"see you around, jen. get home safe," you tell her before disappearing into your hotel lobby.

"bye y/n," she whispers into the night before finally making her way into her van.

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— ⋆˙⟡ Love Your Feeling (JJK) || Chapter three

- Cold₊˚⊹♡

“How long have you been out? You’re radiating coldness” he says “I left around dinner so like 2,5 hours?” “You walked here?!”

Pair: jjk x femOC, college students, best friends

Word count: 7k

Warning: this chapter includes explicit scenes⚠️

masterlist || taglist

!Friends to Lovers, Protective Brother, Secret Dating, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Mature content, Dysfunctional Family, Fluff, Smut, Mentions of Alcoholism and Abuse

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“Yoongi please” I frantically walk after him, out of my room. He’s ready to fight, can see him rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie. He doesn’t listen to me and opens the front door.

“YOONGI” I yell, which makes him turn around. He sees red, his eyes are dark. It scares me, but I’ve seen it so many times that I’ve gotten used to it.

He lets go of the doorknob and walks towards me, pointing his finger at me.

“You’re staying put, Take care of the drunk,” he says, those words make me boil open. I push him. “You’re not going anywhere! Leave him the fuck alone” I yell.

“Don’t fucking push me!” He yells back at me. Pushes me back, so hard I fall to the ground.

“I’ll ghost him” I plead. I’m worried, so worried something will happen. Something bad. “I’ll ghost him I swear, please don’t leave me alone” Something shifts in his expression as he hears that last sentence.

“I’ll let it slide for now. If I find out you’ve been texting him again, you’ll regret it. understand?” He Threatens. I nod in agreeance.

“Can I please have my phone back..” he throws my phone back at me on the ground, sliding across the floor towards me.

I pick it up, great.. that’s a new crack. He disappears back into his room, slamming his door shut loudly.

It’s about a week after the party. Taehyung had apologized to me, he explained what happened. He told me that it wasn’t what it looked like and that he really enjoyed talking to me that evening.

And about the girl. Apparently, She’d been bothering him for weeks, after he rejected her. She had gone onto him whilst I was gone, way too bold sitting on his lap. That’s what I saw. We exchanged numbers and we’ve been texting ever since.

Yoongi and I were eating dinner when Taehyung texted me, Yoongi saw the notification pop up.

Tae💗:  did you eat yet?

I knew Yoongi was against me dating, but that he’d get this mad? Taehyung and I aren’t even together.

I don’t want to be here, I wanna leave. I grab my zip up hoodie from the coat hanger and leave the apartment. Hood up, it’s one of Jungkook’s that I took some time. It falls over the dress that I'm wearing. Grey and black striped, fold over, off the shoulder, long sleeved. It’s short I know.. but it looks good I can’t lie.

Even with Jungkook’s hoodie over the long sleeve. The late evening cold hits my thighs, and I try to ignore it walking further away from home.

Tears fall from my cheek as I walk and walk and walk. I don’t even know where I am at this point.

By now the sun has completely gone under, only the light of houses and street lanterns that shine on the ground.

I keep my head down, not wanting anyone to see I’m crying. Yoongi has always been so protective, after our dad he feels like he’s responsible in some way. But he seems to forget that I’m my own person, I can care for myself.

He’s taken traits from Dad, he was never a good father. Turned Mum into a drunk and left whenever he wanted to. Still does, haven’t seen him in months. Every time he leaves I hope he doesn’t come back, hope it’ll be the last time I see him. It’s even more insufferable when he’s with us.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, well... Jungkook’s pocket. I grab the phone, to see an incoming call from Jungkook.

“Hello?” I try to sound as normal as possible, it’s difficult since I’ve been frantically crying.

“Bun!! What u up to, wanna do something tonight?” He asks, sounding so happy. it makes me smile a little.

I sniff my tears away “Uhm yeah sure. Yours?” I ask, I don’t really know where else. We never go to mine, with obvious reasoning.

“You okay?” Fuck, he can definitely hear me now. I don’t want to admit anything to him, hate talking about home. I feel like I’ve talked about home too many times by now.

“Yeah no just cold” is what I respond. People sniff when they’re cold.

“You’re out? Why?” He questions.

“Ah just didn’t really feel like staying home.” It’s now the first time I look at where I am, I don’t recognize anything. I’m lost, try to find a bus stop to take to his.

“Where are you, I’ll come pick you up”

“Uhm.. I don’t know, I got lost I think” Who even gets lost in the city they live in, you don’t get lost easily. I can hear him laugh on the other side of the line.

“Stay there sent your location” he hangs up. Nice way of saying goodbye. I scoff at my phone as if he can hear me.

Though I oblige. I sent him my location and sit on a nearby bench.

JK: Yun, you’re like on the other side of the city. Tf😭

I didn’t even notice it. Looking at my location, I even passed the river. It’ll take him at least 30 minutes to get here. I look at the time to see it’s 9 pm, I’ve been gone for like what 2 hours by now?

My phone is on 3% great, I graze my finger across the new crack. It’s a bad one, I can feel it’s sharp as I touch it. Patiently waiting for Jungkook to pick me up.

As expected it takes him about 25 minutes to get to my location, he must’ve driven fast. He honks at me twice, which makes me notice he’s here. I quickly get up and go to his car. I’m absolutely freezing at this point so I’m glad to go somewhere warm.

I open his car door and sit down. “Jeez you look terrible” Is he serious? “Thank you?”

I give him a dirty look, showing that I didn’t appreciate his comment. “Sorry,” he says as he gives me his phone, to put on a playlist I like.  

“What happened, your makeup's all.. blehgg” he says, I have to admit that makes me chuckle a little. “Just Yoongi, I don’t wanna talk about it,” I tell him, and he leaves it at that.

“You can call me anytime you know that, right? How long have you been out? You’re radiating coldness” he says as he drives off.

“I left around dinner so like 2,5 hours?” I respond as I try to cover myself up with his hoodie to warm up a little bit more.

“You walked here?!” He exclaims.

“Yeah..” I didn’t even notice time passed, was purely focused on getting the fuck out of that area.

“What happened? Did your dad come back?” He knows about everything, even knows my family dynamic. “No..”

“Yoongi found out I’d been texting a guy.” I can see his knuckles get white around the steering wheel, he knows how Yoongi thinks of me, dating guys. Experienced it himself, and took Yoongi ages to get convinced we were just friends.

I put on my playlist, Lily Chou Chou now blasting through the speakers.

“Is that my hoodie?” He asks. I look at him, he must’ve noticed me trying to use it as a blanket to get warm. “I should buy you a new one” he adds. The hoodie isn’t in a great state. It’s old, has a big rip on its left arm, the big 7 logo on the back is peeling off a little, it’s flat from how worn out it is, still having the faint smell of his cologne to it.

“No! I like it” I hug myself. “Shows personality” I purse my lips, as it makes him chuckle. “Your outfit looks good, like the dress” he compliments. “Thanks! That‘s why I wore it” he laughs once again, it makes me cheer up a little.

“Gosh I love Lily” I groan, leaning my head on his window. “I know, she’s good,” he says. Too bad she isn’t real, I’d kill to go to a concert of hers. She’d make amazing albums.

Still cold I turn up the heat, adjusting it to make all the fans blow my place. “Still cold?” He asks. “Yeah.. your hoodie is shit,” I say.

It makes him laugh once again, I shoot him a smile.

I feel him reffing up, driving faster. To get home earlier. The roads are pretty empty, due to the time. Most people at home, with their families.

I shiver, I’m not getting warmer. Even the warm wind feels cold to my skin. But it doesn’t take long for Jungkook to park in front of his apartment.

He gets outside of his car, and I follow. His apartment complex is far fancier than where I live. They’ve got an elevator, and clean tiles with some sort of lobby. Nobody works there, so it’s nothing like a reception. Still, it’s more luxurious than mine.

We used to have an elevator, but it broke down. The owner of the building didn’t want to repair it, so we’re forced to take the stairs. It’s old, people throw their rubbish out next to their doors. And then expect it do be magically cleaned up by the next day.

We step into his apartment, and the events of my last visit all come flashing back to me. Haven’t been here since the night of the party. Swear I can still hear it, imagine it.

I ignore it and sit down on their couch. “Mingyu at his girlfriend’s house?” I ask, which makes him nod in response.

“What? you want a redo bun?” He teases. My jaw drops. “How dare you, we promised to never speak of it again,” I say still with a faint smile on my face.

It’d be a good way to warm up though. No, it wouldn’t. No! Na na na. This is Jungkook we’re talking about, Silly Jungkook who sings at 3 am and throws a tantrum whenever I win in Mario Kart.

“Just wanna do what makes you happy bun” he’s been saying that name an awful lot tonight.

He sits down next to me. He turns on the TV and places his hand on my thigh. I tense up immediately, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable, though in some way it does.

He trails his fingers across my inner thigh, not going really high. It feels nice, a little too nice. I try to focus, focus on the TV.

He puts on Friends, we’ve been rewatching it together. Watched it many times already, but it never misses. Probably one of my comfort shows. Something you turn on and just do whatever, a background show that’s also perfectly enjoyable when you pay close attention to it.

I think back to last week, how I had laid on his bed. Exposed like that, his fingers inside of me. His cock in my mouth.

Is this all I had to think about to not be cold? Maybe it’s his touch on my thigh, maybe it’s just really warm in his house.

I cross my legs, making him move his hand back to his lap. I press my thighs together hard, in hopes of feeling some friction. I can’t move a lot because it’ll draw attention to him, so I’m left frustrated.

“Are your legs not tired? From all the walking” he says. “Oh uhm, no not really I guess,” I say after I clear my throat. I’m afraid I ruined my friendship with him, what we did last time was a big mistake. I should’ve thought about the future, but it’s fucked now. We’re too far in to fix anything at all.

“come here,” he says, signing with his hands to put my legs on his lap. I hesitate a little but decide to do so anyway. I put my calves on his thighs, careful to not put them too high. Shifting in my seat to sit more comfortably, leaning my back against the sofa's armrest.

He moves his hands on them carefully, massaging my calves whilst he focuses on the show.

With his hands now on me, it makes me realize how much I had walked. Now getting aware of the slight pain that’s coming from my thighs and feet.

“Feels nice” I assure him, getting a satisfied hum back from him.

I try to focus on the show, try to keep my mind away from him. But being here with his hands on me, it’s difficult to pay attention. It doesn’t help when he scoots closer to me and massages my legs, above my knee.

He’s making it even harder for me to focus. Should I talk about something? The show isn’t helping me stay distracted. It’s the episode where they go to London, where Chandler and Monica hook up. Suits the theme.

Is it bad that I want that redo? Just for tonight, just to feel good for a moment. I feel myself clench on nothing as I think about him, against his door, gripping my hair.

I lean my head back against the armrest, sighing at myself. He’s just massaging, nothing sexual about it. Still, it turns me on as he massages my inner thighs, just inches away from my dress's skirt.

I buck my hips up a little, scooting my ass closer to his thighs. It’s nothing noticeable I think, he takes it as a sign to massage my upper thighs.

Should I do it again? Try to get him to go even higher? A soft whimper escapes my lips as he squeezes my upper thigh. I try to cover it up with a cough, gosh that’s embarrassing.

He trails his finger across my safety shorts, my head still hanging over the armrest. I shoot my head up to look at him, I see a smirk on his face and, a slightly raised eyebrow. He’s teasing me, he’s doing this on purpose.

Feeling bold, I swing one of my legs over his. Sitting on his lap. “Still up for a friendly redo?” He says.

I look him in the eyes, am I really going to do this? I didn’t exactly regret last time, just felt like it ruined everything. “Promise it won’t be awkward?” I ask him. “You’ll always be my best friend, but at the moment my mind can only think about this tight little pussy” he says, as he looks down at where I’m sitting on his lap.

“Then do something about it,” I tell him. What can it hurt if we both see each other as best friends right?

He slowly takes off his hoodie that I’d been wearing. Exposing my shoulders, and fully showing the dress I’m wearing. “I like the dress,” he says.

“I like your outfit too” he’s wearing these blue baggy jeans, combined with an oversized long sleeve in black, white, and orange. With his messy hair, I’m not afraid to say he looks really good.

He flips me around on his couch, receiving a squeal from me. He connects his lips with mine, doesn’t take him long to use his tongue intertwining it with mine.

My knees are bent, leaning against his hips. Taking our greatest time making out. I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist.  

He trails along my jaw, placing a hickey on my neck. Circling around the sensitive spot right beneath my ear. This is definitely going to get me in trouble tomorrow.

He eventually decides to pick me up, leading me to his bedroom once again. Not breaking the kiss even once, he lays me down on my back.

He hovers over me, chain dangling from his neck. He stands back up taking off his shirt. “As much as I love you as a friend Yun, ever since last time I can’t really think about anything else” It makes me chuckle.

I mean, I’ve not been active in a long while, and well... I’m comfortable with him, I don’t need to be ashamed bout anything with him.

He grazes his finger across the hickey that has been placed on my neck. Inspects it, proud of his work. “You look so fucking hot right now”

I sit back up, placing my hands behind me stretched out. I pout at him, eyes big. He pokes his tongue in his cheek, god that’s hot. He bends down and trails the pads of his fingers over my exposed thigh. Kisses me again, and bites my lower lip a little. He reaches the hem of my skirt, takes it between his fingers, and pulls it up on both sides. Exposing my shorts. I hold my arms up, helping him to fully take off my dress. He takes my shorts off as well leaving me in my panties.

He's still in his jeans, as much as I love the sight of his abs alone. I feel like it's a bit unfair to be the only one in their underwear, so I pull him by his waistband to unbuckle his belt. He takes them off fully, leaving him in his boxers just like me.

I don't think I've ever seen someone this good up close, always been a sucker for big muscles. I move back against the the bed, head on his pillow. he follows kissing my collarbone, down to my stomach. Hooks his middle fingers underneath the side of my panties to slide them down, his following next. "You want me to stretch you out first?" he asks. To be completely honest, it might be a good idea but I'm far too impatient for that. "I can take it," I say, all he does is smirk in response.

He moves over to his nightstand, takes a condom out of his drawer, and puts it on. Never in my life would I have thought that, that's I sight I'd like. I'm convinced that he looks good doing anything, at all. The man could roll around in mud and still look hot doing it.

He places his hands next to my head and looks at me to see if I'm ready. "Just, take it slow okay?". "Don't worry bun, I would never hurt you" I think I might actually die right now.

He takes his cock in his hand, pumps himself twice before lining himself up with me. "Yeah?" He looks at me, it's my last moment to back out before it's too late. Part of me knows it's already too late, was already too late when I kissed him last week. But I want it now, for once I'm choosing myself. choosing to feel good, just in the moment. so I nod, reassuring him.

He puts it in, there's really no turning back now. "Fuck" he curses, dropping his head in the crook of my neck. "you're so tight," he says. He's taking it painfully slow, stretching me out. It burns a little, but it doesn't hurt. As if he fits perfectly, I'm able to fully take him. Taking it out slowly, leaving just the tip before he thrusts back in. I moan in response, hands around his neck. Doesn't take me long to get warmed up to him completely.

"Faster.." I whimper, wanting to feel more. He obliges, speeding up his pace by a little. "Please" I moan. "You want it even harder huh? Our little bunny like it rough?" I clench down on him, making him curse against my shoulder. He stops for a second, moving both of us back to the end of the bed. He's now off the bed, me lying in front of him. He grabs me by my hips and pulls me closer to the edge, adjusting our position.

His grip on my hips is firm, it sends a shiver down my spine. I look up at him, my eyes begging for more, my body craving every inch of him. He pushes back into me, this time with a steady, powerful rhythm that makes my breath hitch. "Oh god," I gasp, my nails digging into the sheets. It feels so good I forget about every possible consequence this could have. His thrusts are deeper, and more demanding, hitting spots inside me that I never knew could feel so good. I can feel the intensity of his desire, the way he loses himself in the moment just as much as I do.

"Good girl" he groans, his voice rough with lust. "Taking me so well, bunny."

The words send a surge of heat through my body, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. Every movement, every touch, is driving me wild. I arch my back, pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. "Fuck, right there" I cry out, my voice shaky. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

His pace quickens, each thrust harder than the last. I can feel the pressure building, my orgasm is close. He puts his hand between us, circling around my clit. "Come for me, baby." That's all it takes for me. I come around him, my body trembling. It's better than I've ever had, It'll take me a little to recover from this. It doesn't take him long after that, his own release crashing over him as he moans my name, his grip on my hips tightening.

We stay like that for a moment, catching our breath, our bodies still connected. Slowly, he pulls out and collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. I nestle against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow down as we come down from the high together. "You okay?" he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "Yeah," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. He smiles, pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Good." I smile back.

"You should probably get cleaned up though" Although I'm not cold anymore, I could kill for a nice, hot shower right now. "Yeah probably, I won't take long," I say, getting up from his bed. "could you charge my phone for me whilst I'm gone?" I ask, receiving a agreeing nod from him. Thighs sticky, I collect my clothes from the floor and make my way to the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror, now seeing the damage he has done. a hickey on my neck, and one on my collarbone. My mascara is completely smudged, good thing I've got a little bit of skincare here. I remove my makeup and step under the warm shower, I could just stay like this forever. Though, in reality. That would just be really bad for the environment, so I try to keep it short. also to not leave Jungkook on his own for too long.

As I'm putting my underwear back on, there is a knock on the door. "Uhm yun?.." sounds from the other side of the door, he sounds worried. "Yeah? I'm almost dressed" I say, stepping into my dress now. "You've got like.." he pauses for a second. "23 missed calls," he says.

23 missed calls? who the fuck would even call me this late in the evening, this many times? "From who?" I ask him. I unlock the door and step out looking at my phone that he's holding.

Yoongi: where the fuck are you?! Yoongi: Yun ISTG if you're at that Tae's house I'm gonna kill you Yoongi: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU Yoongi: TEXT ME THE FUCK BACK YUN

*23 Missed calls*

I groan loudly, letting my head fall back. "Give me a minute," I tell Jungkook as I take the phone from him and decide to call Yoongi back. the phone doesn't even go over 3 times to get picked up already. "Send me your fucking location right now yun!" he shouts through the phone, very loudly. "Yoongi, what the fuck! I'm at Jungkook's"

"I don't believe a single fucking word you tell me okay?" he says. "Where the FUCK does he live" he adds. "I told you I'm at Jungkook's house, I'm telling the truth" I sound desperate trying to get him to believe me. I don't even know what to do at this point. never has he caught me with a guy, and I haven't even done anything with him. I knew he was protective, OVERprotective even. but there's a thing as going too far, but I know I can't stop him.

"FINE! I'm going to Jungkook's right now!" he yells back at me. "see you in 2 minutes" 2 minutes? has he been looking for me? Jungkook doesn't live two minutes away even if you had a car! before I can answer him he hangs up on me. Now coming to the realization that I've got hickeys on me. the moment Yoongi sees that, hell kill both me and Jungkook.

"Koo, I need to borrow a shirt or a sweater or something. Yoongi will be here in two minutes" I say as I run to his room, not even really paying attention to him. he hasn't even gotten fully dressed yet, still walking around shirtless. I run to his dresser scavaging around it, grabbing a random shirt, and throwing it at him. I grab a random hoodie of his and put it on. moving my hair to the front, and adjusting the hood so my hickeys won't be present as much.

It's easily concealed for now. My hair is long and thick, heavy even. contemplated cutting it to my shoulders, it would be an easy 35 centimeters off. "What do you mean here?" he asks, as I walk back to his living room sitting back on the couch. Pressing play, on the previously paused Friends episode.

Jungkook sits on the couch right next to me, though not for long. It doesn't even take Yoongi 1 minute to get up to Jungkook's apartment door. Banging on the door so hard, it scares the living shit out of me. Jungkooks is fast to open the door, walking over to his front hallway, that leads from the kitchen. Pretending I've been sitting here the whole time, on my phone that's likely seconds away from dying.

Yoongi barges in, not even bothering to glance at Jungkook, let alone greet him. "Where's she," he says sternly. I get up from my seat and walk to where Yoongi is coming from. "Yoongi I told you! I'm with Jungkook" he doesn't even listen and grips me so hard by my arm I'm afraid it'll bruise. He drags me out of his apartment, not even caring if I've got any other belongings left.

Thinking it'd take too long to wait for an elevator, in the rage he's in. he walks down the stairs, 5 floors, holding onto my arm until we're outside of the apartment complex.

"YOONGI! STOP!" He stops in his tracks, finally listening to me. It’s taking me all of my power to yell and pull myself away from him, to finally turn around and listen.

His expression is something I’m unable to place. he’s angry with me, that’s obvious. But there’s something else. He reminds me of someone. His behavior feels familiar, even though it’s fairly new.

“What” he sneers at me. I don’t even know what I exactly want to know, I’m not entirely sure what I’m mad at. I, I’m clueless.

“You’re completely prohibited from boys,” he tells me. Has he gone insane?! I’m my own person, I’m an adult, legally. And I can make my own decisions. Even worse.. that would mean I can’t even hang with Jungkook anymore, and Taehyung wouldn’t even see a ray of sunlight if I looked at him again.

“Yoongi..” I start, unsure of what I even wanna say next. I want to yell, I want to talk, I want to tell him he’s insane. “Why?” I add, somewhat calmly even, that he doesn’t deserve a calm response “WHY?” I yell at him.

“WHY? Do you think you can make every single little decision for me?! I’m your sister! Not your possession! Jungkook has been my friend, sorry, BEST FRIEND for 8 years! And now you’re banning me from seeing him ever again?!”

He steps closer to me, so close I swear I can feel his breath on my face. “Boys are bad news, you wanna be treated like dad treated you?” He asks me.

It pierces right through my heart, and that hurt. Using Dad in this instance, he knows I’ll agree. I’m fed up, fed up with his bullshit. “Come on you know Jungkook isn't like that!” Voice now calm.

“Jungkook is fine but for all I know, you were with Taehyung tonight.” His trust is as bad as I am at running,o and ii can tell you.. that's absolutely terrible.

I'm speechless. The mentions of dad, him being so overly protective. it feels like I'm stuck here, stuck in a place where nobody even pays attention to you. I'm a person who tends to cry when they're angry, and I really don't feel like showing those emotions tonight. I don't want to feel weak, and vulnerable in front of him.

That's why I decided to walk, not away from him. Not for tonight at least.. but to the bus stop, that's just right behind him. I sit down on the bench and look to my left to see that Yoongi is walking over to me. He seems calmer as if the rage has suddenly left him. As if my me listening to his commands, just expecto patronum'd them away.

fortunately, the bus drive back home doesn't take as long, as my walk tonight. However, I did make a huge detour. Yoongi doesn't say a word the entire time, and neither do I. Wish I could disappear into my seat.

It's like a reality check coming to me whenever I take the bus back home, from Jungkook's. It's midnight, seeing the big city lights and apartment buildings from his area, slowly transition into small, one story houses. It's definitely less luxurious. I don't want to go inside, basically have to drag myself upstairs. Walking behind Yoongi who's acting way too nonchalantly for the rage he was in today.

He almost immediately disappears into his room, but he stops when I call him out. The first thing I see as I walk back into the house is a smashed beer bottle on the ground. Mom who is usually on the couch, is nowhere to be seen.

"What happened?" I ask. He doesn't even need to know what I'm looking at, to know what I'm talking about. "we fought, she'll come back" is all he tells me, as he opens the door to his bedroom.

I want to yell in his face, punch him. but I don't. I want to ask questions and get my answers. but I don't. I nod, take his word for it, and let him be. disappearing into my room. That moment the door to my bedroom closes behind me is when it all comes crashing back to me.

What did I do today? I promised Yoongi I'd ghost Taehyung. not that I'm gonna, I'm not just gonna give up on my year long crush just because he tells me to. I hate it here, I hate constantly walking on fucking eggshells for him. hate the fact that he controls me just like that. But I have to, I have to because he protects me from the dangers that my da can possibly bring. We don't have the money to move out to a new place or find a new school. Mom doesn't have the courage to leave him, that's why she lets him leave whenever he wants to. She knows he cheats on her. She knows they're not actual business trips he attends. But he's our main income, she has to stay with him anyway.

God I even had sex with Jungkook. I kissed him, I let him touch me like that. What did I get myself into, what the fuck went on in my mind? Are you crazy?? why why why?

I slide down against the door, sitting on the ground with my legs tucked into my chest. hand to my mouth to muffle the sounds of my cries. tears streaming down my face. I'm tired, tired of living like this, tired of tonight, tired in all possible ways there could be.

I don't even notice I fall asleep like that until I hear the front door slam shut loudly, and I open my eyes slowly when I see the sunlight shining into my room. It could be Mom coming home, or Yoongi leaving. I don't have the energy to check who it is. I get up to my feet and walk to my window to shut the curtains, and lie down in bed. rid myself of the dress and fall asleep again in Jungkook's hoodie. It comforts me in a way, smelling his detergent and a hint of his cologne. It makes me feel as if I'm at his apartment, where I'm entirely safe from all the dangers that are here. Well except for Yoongi then, but he'd never physically hurt me, he isn't like that. I'm still his little sister, he cares for me a lot. Or he wouldn't even care that I'd been talking to Taehyung.

It's a few hours into the afternoon when I get woken up by the aggravating sound of my phone ringing, I don't even know where my phone is. I get up out of bed with a groan, my cheeks hurt. the sound comes from my door, and that's when I spot my phone still lying on the ground.

I flip the phone to see who's calling me, crouching on the ground. It's Jungkook. what does he want? normally we don't really talk that quickly after a hang out.

"Yeah?" I say as I answer the phone.

"You wanna meet up? You left your zip up here"

I hadn't even noticed I wasn't wearing my zip up anymore. well... Jungkooks zip up, technically not mine.

"It isn't mine Jungkook. but I guess I should return you your hoodie."

"I don't wear it anyways, it looks good on you so. I can pick you up if you want to" he offers

Even though we've been friends for nearly a decade, he's never been there. always let him park a few blocks away just so he wouldn't see the state my home was in. though it could be worse I guess... it's clean at least. I quickly stand up and open the door to see if Mom has come back yet, which she hasn't. I don't want to go on the bus again, I'm tired. though I still hesitate a little.

"yeah sure.. ill uhm, I'll send you the address.. call me once you're outside." he doesn't have to come in you know. it wouldn't hurt him to see the building I live in. He agrees with me, though he's a little taken aback once he notices he hasn't ever seen the actual building I live in. He always just figured I had lived in a building you couldn't reach with a car, somewhere behind other buildings or something. but that's not the case at all, indeed it's the opposite. There's a big road, that leads to a parking lot, that stands right next to my building. It's quite easily accessible.

we agree to him picking me up, and he hangs up on me. I need to get changed. fuck, I need to get rid of my hickeys. I didn't even think about that. I sit in front of my vanity and inspect the two purple devils on my neck. They're not terrible. I guess I can get rid of them.

I had recently bought a color correcting palette because Jia had recommended it to me. told me it was the best makeup purchase that I'd ever make, and she was right. And right now, it is about to save my life. I do some natural makeup, not having the motivation to put effort into it today. brush through my hair so that it sits nicely, and now it's time for an outfit.

It's difficult to settle for one, as I'm always in debate. I wanna look good, but I don't want to be too cold, nor do I want to put baggy on baggy. sometimes baggy on baggy looks fire, but it's not for me. I decided to settle for a nice vintage crop top and some baggy jeans, and my usual sneakers that I always wear.

That's right when Jungkook calls. I ignore the call, pick up his hoodie, and make my way outside. it's silent in the apartment. both Yoongi and Mom are not home. At least that's what I expect, since I didn't hear Yoongi come home yet.

Jungkooks car is parked out front, this saves me time from getting to a bus stop. It's weird in a way, to see him so close to the place I live. I've never brought anyone back here. I'm always ashamed in a way, even though I know my friends would never judge. They know my family doesn't always have it too well, Jungkook knows about my father and knows that he's our main income. He knows about Yoongi's stupid ways of 'handling' things, I don't know why I was too scared to let him pick me up, he won't even see the inside.

"Hi," I say as I open the door to Jungkooks passenger seat. "wow, you okay?" is the first thing he says. no hello no 'how are you today my awesome gorgeous best friend' no, no. He actually said 'Wow, you okay?'.

"Hello to you too" I rest my head back against the seat and sigh. "what happened?" ugh. I wanna disappear into my seat, vaporize into the air. "you know, life. Yoongi being a pain in the ass" I respond as I look at him.

"No offense bun, you look terrible" I just roll my eyes at him, that's a nice compliment. "Aww thank you" I sarcastically pout at him. god, he can be annoying.

"nope. nu uh" he starts the car and drives out of the parking spot in reverse. "we're not gonna be on our periods all day. we're gonna get your favorite ice cream and we're watching a movie" I don't even have time to escape now. I can't jump out of a running car. on the other hand, I guess its kinda nice that he tries to take my mind off of things.

He drives to his local ice cream place, I guess a normal supermarket would do. but there's this ice cream place, they serve the best ever caramel cookies and cream ice cream, yes. Cookies and cream, with caramel. when we have one of these days, we get a big 1 liter to go box. sometimes even get take out, and watch the Titanic. it's basic I know, but it's good. sometimes we go out of our comfort zone and settle for, Your Name, sometimes even Weathering With You. It's been a while since we've had a gloomy day like this. So Titanic it'll be.

He parks the car and gets out. I'm too lazy to get out. He moves to my side of the car and basically drags me out of it by my arm. "wait wait wait. gimme your hoodie" It must not be a fun sight, seeing me so 'lifeless' like this, good thing Jungkook has gotten used to it over the past years. He opens the back door and grabs the zip up hoodie that I basically claimed by now.

he pushes me by my shoulder, inside the ice cream shop. I sit down on the sofa that faces the ice cream display case. basically sitting down like a little child who didn't get what she wanted, swinging my legs as Jungkook waits for the employees to fill the box with ice cream.

usually, they fill it with normal scoops until it's completely filled, but because we've come here more often to get the 1 liter box than normal servings. They use a big spatula which gets you more ice cream since it's more stuffed than with a normal scooper.

"cmon back to the car" I groan and follow him back to the vehicle. crazy how you can feel so, so lifeless sometimes. But he drives us to his apartment anyway. "C'mon, you're gonna be a big girl and get up. or do I have to carry you all the way" he's being ridiculous. though, being carried does sound nice. "actually.." but before I can finish my sentence he already cuts me off and walks away.

It takes like all my strength to walk up to the elevator. Mingyu's home for once. but he stays in his room. I settle down on his couch, as he throws a blanket at me. grabs some random bag of crisps and popcorn, and puts them on the coffee table. before he settles down next to me turning on The Titanic. at this point, I basically know actual lines and timing on the script and know the movie inside out.

"You know, sometimes I wish I could dress the way she dresses," I say putting a big spoon of ice cream in my mouth. "who? rose?" mouth still full I look at him and nod franticly humming in agreeance. "even with that ugly ass hat" he does have a way of, expressing his opinions? I click my tongue and drop my jaw "How dare you! I guess it does look a little silly" I'm not a big hat girly no. "but the one blue and pink dress she wears at the end? it's gorgeous" If I could buy it I would, it's so freaking pretty. it's simple, but the colors are just right.

"You mean the one they fuck in?" and just like that he's completely ruined it. "Oh screw you!" I grab one of the pillows and throw it at him. "You already have" Okay he seriously needs to shut up. I just ignore him and give him no attention he won't make stupid remarks, hopefully...

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[emoreemadden]

hii i saw u say you write for dreaming freedom and u take requests for smut ! i was wondering if you could write an nsfw fic for dreaming freedom, preferably with siyun in a crazed state because he thinks jeongmin might leave him and then jeongmin tries to calm him down with sex

heyy sorry if im late !! here it is <3 sorry i didnt get the notification for this ask idk why 😭

Outline: Jeongmin would never leave Siyun, right? Right???

Content Warnings: yandere, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), praise, reassurance, angst? ish??, breeding kink if you squint, petnames (baby), hickeys, squirting. lemme know if i missed anything <3

Featuring: Siyun Baek, Jeongmin Choi

A/N: not proofread. enjoy! sorry it was late. word count: 984

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Siyun simmers in his seat as he waits for Jeongmin to come home. This past week, he’s been very good with keeping himself in check. But Jeongmin is taking so long today.

His mind swirls with thoughts, and though he tries to stop it, he finds himself going crazy over the thought that Jeongmin isn’t coming back.

In the middle of his mental breakdown, Jeongmin finally returns. The door swings open and she looks around, before spotting Siyun pacing in the middle of the living room, shaking his head frantically. He doesn’t even notice her until she drops her grocery bags and taps his shoulder.

“Siyun?” She says tentatively, looking at Siyun with a concerned expression.

Siyun’s red, teary eyes light up when he realizes that she’s back. Immediately, he grabs her in his arms and starts rambling.

“Thank god you’re back, I thought you left me! Why did you take so long? Where did you go? Did you see anyone else?” He starts bombarding Jeongmin with questions, his eyes panicked as he has an emotional collapse.

He grabs Jeongmin’s face in his hands and looks at her with a crazed expression. Gently, she tries to calm him down as he lets go and begins to pace again, quicker than before.

“Baby, relax. I’m right here.” She tries to reassure him, but he doesn’t listen. He only keeps freaking out, tearing up. He drives himself mad again as all the possibilities of where she could’ve gone spin in his head.

Before he can fall further into his spiralling, Jeongmin gently pulls his face down and kisses him firmly in an attempt to calm him down.

Siyun loosens up ever so slightly, before tensing up yet again when Jeongmin guides his hand to her breast.

She doesn’t stop kissing him, sliding her free hand back and forth against his chest. Siyun sighs slightly, beginning to fondle Jeongmin’s chest carefully. She pushes him onto the couch and reaches down to his belt, unbuckling it without breaking the kiss.

Finally, a few seconds after she’s pulled his belt off, Jeongmin pulls away and takes a deep breath, panting heavily while Siyun continues to knead her breasts.

Without saying anything, Siyun helps her pull her shirt off, pulling her down on top of him and kissing her neck. Jeongmin sighs in relief at having successfully calmed him down, reaching behind her back to undo her bra.

She lets it fall to the living room floor before slithering her hand back to Siyun’s pants, pulling them down just enough so that she can see the bulge in his boxers.

With practiced poise, she moves down and hovers in front of his crotch, looking up at him with a “may I?” expression. As expected, he nods, his face turning slightly red.

Jeongmin nods back, pulling down Siyun’s boxers and watching as his cock springs up, the tip wet with pre cum. She grabs it and rubs her thumb over his tip, looking at it curiously.

“Wait-” Siyun sits up, moving away from Jeongmin and then pulling her toward him by her waist. “I wanna be inside you…” He says shyly, rubbing the back of his head.

With a small smile, Jeongmin nods and pulls down her sweatpants, leaving her in just her panties. “You feeling better now?” She asks as she shifts onto his lap, wavering above his thick cock.

“Mhm. Sorry for freaking out.” He mumbles, gliding one hand to her chest again and pinching her nipple. Her eyes twitch as she lets out a shaky breath.

She presses down a little, teasing him by leaving his tip right at her entrance. “Ready?” She asks. Eagerly, Siyun nods, helping her onto his cock as she lets out a soft moan.

Siyun presses his forehead to Jeongmin’s, muttering out small apologies and “thank you’s” while she gets adjusted to his size. She takes in a sharp breath as she begins to move.

“Kinda hurts…” She mutters, shutting her eyes tightly. “Sorry, I should’ve prepped you.” Siyun leans down and presses a kiss to her jaw before moving to her breasts and sucking on them to try and distract her from the pain.

Jeongmin bounces up and down carefully, breathing out soft whines and moans. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Siyun encourages, his voice muffled by his mouth on her tit. “Keep going, I love you so much.” He mumbles.

Subtly, he uses his free hand to go between her thighs and rub Jeongmin’s clit. “N-ngh-” she gasps, her head falling back. Siyun quickly grabs her by the chin and forces her to watch as he pleasures her.

The sensation of his dick hitting her g-spot so perfectly, along with his soft flicks of her clit makes her head spin. “Don’t stop…” She hiccups, her eyes tearing up just a little.

“Thank you, thank you, god you feel amazing.” Siyun grunts out, spreading Jeongmin’s wetness across her slit. “G-gonna make me cum, fuck-” he cuts himself off with a moan, his fingers rubbing across Jeongmin’s clit faster and faster.

“A-ah- Siyun!” Jeongmin exclaims, breathing heavily as she feels a knot in her stomach begin to tighten. “S-siyun, I’m close!”

“Say it again.” He orders, biting into her neck and leaving hickeys in his wake.

“I’m close, I’m so close, fuck Siyun!” She moans, her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as she feels the knot snap. Her pussy sprays as she squirts on Siyun’s cock, her cunt spasming.

“God, you’re messy, aren’t you?” Siyun chuckles, still pulling her up and down on his dick, almost splitting her open. “Gonna cum too baby, can I cum inside?” He asks ever so sweetly, in a way that makes it impossible to say no.

Jeongmin nods mindlessly, still reeling from her orgasm, and not too long after, she can feel Siyun’s hot ropes of cum spill into her cunt, filling her up and leaving her satisfied as ever.

As she catches her breath, Siyun helps her off of him, watching as his cum seeps out of her pussy. With a small smirk, he shoves two fingers inside of her.

“Hey!” She gasps, letting out an overstimulated wince.

“You barely ever let me cum inside. I gotta make sure this doesn’t go to waste, right? Maybe if I knock you up, you won’t leave me.” Siyun grins boyishly, plugging his cum inside her stuffed cunt.

“Thank you, baby. I love you.” He mumbles shortly after, pressing a kiss to her cheek and sighing contently while he grabs a tissue from the coffee table to clean her up.

“I love you too, Siyun.” Jeongmin hums, scooting over to him and hugging him tightly.

[chonnysinferno]

i STILL feel as if i’m being frog boiled into following you. like sometimes i’ll just check in and scroll two posts below like okay what are they doing now. question mark. everytime i see you in my notifs it’s like a jumpscare. i’ve considered sending an anon ask just saying your icon looks like posadism but sadly it does not. it’s just like. orange. that’s it. i wish it looked like posadism, just because i like posadism. wait fuck you don’t know centricide one of the reasons i didn’t send that ask so now i have to be like ohhh posadism as in character from centricide as in webseries with personified political ideologies. i feel like we’re kind of like soulmates but opposite. like forever fated to be strangers and nothing more. forever fated to see the other’s reflection in the glass of a store as they pass. that’s probably just me though. being silly and such

hi twig-gy you can come out. i know this is likme 99% you /silly that is so hilarious tho like. you also show up on my fyp sometimes and its like. "oh its that user !! woah" it also makes it funnier that i havent been posting anything relating to cj in the past few days too im slowly disappearing from the fandom ajugh i really should post smth cj related soon okie now back 2 thjis. i also check in w ur blog when ever u come up kits like. studying you in a way i dont know how to say it youre like the only person i do this to so .................... uhmmmmm idk who posadism is unfortunately my icon is a humanized design of michael from love of the s*n </33 ill go look it up after im finished typing this tho oh nvm i just read further down LMFAO im just going as i typr so ill check out centricide after. yea i dontneed to repeat what i said i dont thinkl ypu get the point were kind of just poking each other with sticks i feel. like were aware of each oithers existence but well never actually interact properly which is so sad. i need to examine you under a microscope to be franjk with you. youmnare so interesting to me but i forget about you 90% of the time just like everyone else i meet its not just you btw how you described it is exactly how it is except i havent really thought of it until this was. yknow brought up id follow you but. i feel like you might kill me or somethin g i apologize unfortunately that goes for everyone i interact with. so edit : oh also the frog boiling thing was the best thing evber when i first saw it i added it to my bio as a joke like a while ago and i think its too perfect to remove now

[mchlgayser]

Please can we have a Mo Salah/Marco Asensio fic? Reader had a one night stand with Marco back in 2019 but only them two know and she’s now seeing Mo and the relationship is so pure but he sees the DMs Marco has sent since (she’s not interested anymore) and even though he trusts her, Mo gets jealous and takes his frustrations out on Marco in the LIV/RMA match. thank you

PRESENT TIME: : mohamed salah x female!reader

author's note: hello dear! I will do as you ask but I'm afraid I can't do the 'one-night stand' part with Marco and instead I'll change it to past relationship with each other. This is due to Mo's religion as a muslim. I'm sorry if this upset but I'll try my best to fulfill the other parts. This fiction is so out of the reality, like some I just add as to what I like it might not happened in rl too but anw thank u xx

contents warning: a fight almost broke off at the field

'Love you can hit the shower now, it's free!' Your husband said, going through his drawer to find clothes and some sort, you hum putting the phone back on the table and walk away-- But you stopped double checking to make sure that it was locked before you left to shower.

Salah stopped his movement the moment you lock the bathroom door and went through your phone, it was locked and the face is denied his so he calls for your three-year-old daughter, Habiba

'Can you come here for a moment darling?' She steps in and he put the phone right on her face and the phone unlocked 'Thank, now go back and watch your cartoon show..' He scrolls through your phone hoping he could find something, anything but to no avail he finds none.

Not until a notification popped on the screen and he saw @marcoasensio10 has sent you a message.

He clicks on it and it loads on an Instagram message, it was just one text from you but partially Marco.

He scroll further up until he can't, it started with;

@marcoasensio10: hey, it's me Marco. (16 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: can we talk?? Please.... (17 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: I miss the time when we used to date (27 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: I heard you got married.. Congrats! (28 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: How're you now? Good? Can I say that I still miss you?? (3 Oct 2020

And now there's finally one from you

@yourusername: I'm not interested Marco, I got a husband now, a married woman. You should stop messaging me like this. It's not appropriate. Please stop texting me or I'm blocking you (4 Oct 2020)

@marcoasensio10: Just checking up I guess? Well then see you (4 Oct 2020)

Time jumps to this year and he suddenly texting you again.

@marcoasensio10: I miss you y/n, dearly. Come back to me so we can fix our problem (Today at 08:34)

Salah was annoyed, not at you obviously, he trusted you with all his soul and heart and based on the text you haven't paid attention much to him either but he can't ignore the fact that he's jealous, jealous of the fact that somebody is loving his wife right now, his haven. He was frustrated with the fact that a guy of your past hadn't gotten past you.

When he heard the shower tap closing, he rapidly wears his clothes and locked the phone pretending like he wants to get out of the room by the time you got out 'Where are you heading to? You questioned, towel on top of your head as you dried it clean 'Just checking up on Habiba..' He mentioned sending a wink your way and left.

He was thinking of a plan, a plan to get revenge that won't seem to prominent in your eyes at the public's. He then remembered about his upcoming match against Real Madrid.

-

Today is the match, Mo had invited you over to see him play, you agreed seeing nothing's wrong with it and leave with your daughter, Habiba to the stadium.

You are now sitting on the v.i.p benchers, waiting for the game to start as fans continue cheering for both sides, you smile at Habiba as her hands got ahold of the rail, 'Are you excited baby?' She nods jumping up and down

'Papa!' She squealed pointing to the big screen, you look up seeing the camera are now focusing on him but it immediately switched to his other teammates, Habiba sulk pointing to the screen once again 'Papa!' She yelled, and you chuckle at her sulky demeanor 'There! There's papa Biba!' You exclaimed pointing down to the field and she screeched seeing her father.

-

The first half ended with Real Madrid leading 1-0, you had started to grew anxious buy it was the opposite for Habiba, she was happily playing with her tablet. You could see that Mo was down but it's not the only thing that caught you, it's including Marco waving over at you with a smile right in front of your husband.

You looked away from him looking down on Habiba and pretending like you catching up on her instead, Mo on the other hand could not take any longer. He push Marco hard he almost stumbles, Mo started going at him yelling words you could not make out, you was worried, so worried for your husband as players from both teams now started to separated the two apart.

It was then Mo got two yellow card with one red card for starting a fight, you was shocked picking up Habiba out of instinct and ran inside the locker room where players assemble.

You immediately spotted your husband running towards his direction and gave him a tight reassuring hug. 'It's okay.'

'It's not okay, he was picking on you. Don't say that it was okay.' He admitted, hands running through your head with a heavy sigh 'You knew?' He hums hugging you even tighter 'But I'm not mad at you, he was wrong for what he did. I'm okay now, I put him in his place.'

'What place?' A small voice cooed, you both look down seeing Habiba looking up to both of you with big doe eyed, you share a look between Mo and her before you let a small laugh 'Nothing babe!'

Mo continued watching the game with you inside the locker room and left shortly after the game ended, all said was 'I'm already excited to leave and spend time with you and Biba.'

author's note II: icl, I'm not happy with the result, it was shitty, is all I can speak up but at least I get to update 💀💀 but I think I did my best tbh, hope you can feel the same anon and readers <3 xx

[minho-hoho]

Insecurities

GENRE angst, slight fluff PAIRING bf!Jay x gn!reader WARNING none REQUESTED yes, 400 followers event WC 1.2k NOTE i finally got around to write it @mystic-luv!! sorry for making you wait so much 😭 i hope it satisfies u still 💖

you quietly sat down on your couch, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work.

it had been a while since Jay had to work more, making it harder for the two of you to spend time with each other. and as a result, you had gotten closer with your friends.

you turned your tv on, hoping to find some interesting programs to watch until your boyfriend arrived, but unfortunately, nothing retained your attention for more than ten mere seconds. after having skipped countless of channels, you decided that your phone would be a better distraction. you unlocked your screen a message popped up from one of your friends, Hyunbin. your face lit up and you opened the notification. he was asking if you two could call each other as he was incredibly bored. you accepted as you were in the same situation as him, and he was your closest friend.

you talked and talked, never getting tired of each other. it wasn't until you felt someone sitting next to you that you noticed that Jay had come home from work. he wasn't pleased with the situation so you quickly hung up and directed all your attention to him.

“hey!” you said smiling as Jay frowned.

“who was that?” he asked coldly, catching you off guard.

“hm? it's just a good friend of mine.” you informed him, but he still didn't look convinced.

he did notice how you had gotten closer and closer to your friends, ever since he started working more, and he noticed how you were always talking to one person in particular, making him jealous, but he never mentioned it, feeling guilty that he had to work so often.

“if you say so...”

you picked up on the doubtful expression on his face but decided to not bring it up.

some days passed and you had a need to go out for a breather. it was staring to get dark outside so going out alone wasn't your preferred option. you hit up Hyunbin, who gladly accepted to take a walk around town with you.

as the lights brightly illuminated the streets, you found a street food stand. you both chose before going back to walking, all while enjoying your delicious food.

you hadn't really noticed the time flying by and how late it had gotten. it was only when Jay approached you while you were with Hyunbin that you realised how long you were outside for.

Jay shot a death glare at the both you before snatching you away from him. he politely excused the two of you from him before dragging you home. no words were shared during the walk home.

only a few words were spoken when you got home. you didn't dare to speak, the tension in the air being too heavy.

you had picked up on how Jay didn't like you talking and hanging out with Hyunbin. but you couldn't stop talking to who you considered your best friend. and thus, you started being more careful around Jay, hiding your conversations with Hyunbin, only hanging out when Jay was at work. but all of this made grow resentment inside of you, and you started to get further away from your boyfriend.

tension between the two of you started to grow, and arguments were getting more and more frequent. making resentment grow more inside of you and Jay get more insecure.

he couldn't help but think you were falling out of love with him and probably cheating on him with Hyunbin. he had the gut feeling that you were hiding things from him, but he was to scared to find out what it was, scared of losing you forever.

one day, his curiosity and insecurities got the best of him and he looked through your phone. his heart dropped as he saw the message syou shared with Hyunbin. how the both of you went out recently how you were planning to do so again, how much fun you had, the love and affection the two of you seemed to have was making his heart shatter. he couldn't handle looking at the messages any more and put the phone back where he found it.

a wave of sadness hit him, but it quickly turned into anger as he saw you joining him on the sofa.

“we need to talk.” he said as you sat down, making your heart skip a beat.

“y/n. tell me, are you cheating on me?” he asked not wasting a second, your eyes widened, gobsmacked by this question. how could he think you'd do such a thing to him?

“what? what type of nonsense is this?” you spoke, not believing he'd ever suspect you of doing something of the sort.

“just answer me, y/n.” he looked at you harshly. you gulped before promptly answering him.

“no! of course not! what makes you think that?” you asked worried.

“do you still love me? are you in love with Hyunbin?” you were so shocked by his questions that you had a hard time processing them, much more answering them. after a minute or so of silence, Jay spoke up again.

“why are you not answering me? is it that i'm saying the truth?” you shook your head vigorously, your heart pounding in your chest.

Jay sighed and took your phone in his hand, “then what is this?” he asked showing the messages between you and Hyunbin. you were mouth agape but you denied everything.

“it's not what you think it is! we're just friends. i love you and only you.” you tried assuring him, feeling your throat close up.

“then what's all this? why were you hiding all of this from me?” he questioned, sounding angrier.

“- because i was scared you'd be mad at me for talking to him...

- because you're cheating on me with him? aren't you?” he tightened his fist and clenched his jaw.

“no! no, i just noticed how you didn't like him and i figured it'd be better if i hid it from you, to not make you mad at me, or break up with me...” you tried explaining feeling the tears coming out.

Jay sat up, wanting to go and take a walk, and think about this whole situation but you grabbed his arm firmly.

“please...” you begged, hot tears rolling down your cheeks, “please, don't go. i promise you, i'm not cheating on you, i never will. i only love you and always will.” you held onto his arms and cried on his sleeve. he couldn't look at you, afraid he will also start to cry.

he sighed once more, and wiggled out of your hold, “i need to go. i need to think about all of this.” and with that, he left the house, and you sobbing.

PERM TAG LIST! : @stacey-stonem, @sh1mzu, @axartia, @echantedrose, @leeknowbuttsmasher, @nikipedia07, @deafeningballoonnacho, @sristsblog

[msallurea]

First of all I wasn't being judgemental or mean at all. I know exactly what I said in that comment section and I told it like how I saw it. And for someone who's an outsider in the situation the only reason I'm "in it" is because I'm the one that commented under @luckykiwiii101 post letting her know that she did get an ask of @queenofuniverses mentioning her dead daddy. I also reassured that she did apologize to her already so seeing what you said to @luckykiwiii101 came off really rude given she addressed it. Also since u yourself are familiar with loa blogs then u should also know that loa blogs like hers gets tons of asks, mentions, etc and we're not always catching everything and to double down on that Tumblr itself does have a small glitch with asks where it can mix them up sometimes or other times it is on us bloggers where we'd answer asks but we don't catch everything probably until we might scroll down our notifs and noticed we missed like 1 or 2 maybe more depending on the popularity of the blog itself. I'm not as big as @luckykiwiii101 but even with some of the few asks I do get they don't always show up in the ask box and just be sitting in the notifs (also i suggest just refreshing your screen once or twice if this is the case just to double check u got everything and double check notifs) now if it is really true she did deliberately answer your ask after already apologizing to @queenofuniverses then that is between yall 3 due to me not being her blog so idk what she does or how she runs it. But I also wanna tell u that her reaction is completely justifiable, one main reason being if you've been on tumblr long enough then u know there really are some crazy anons who will in fact do what she accused @queenofuniverses of doing I've personally seen it myself to know that this can happen and when frustrated it is absolutely natural to say mean things about someone, is it nice or right? No but it does happen and all we can do is justify our part and take accountability. Where I stand in this though is to defend myself since u @ me and I'm telling u that what I said wasn't to be mean or judgy I simply stated my opinion because one, me just like anyone else can do that and secondly, I said what I said because of how I saw the situation. I saw @luckykiwiii101 apologize to @queenofuniverses first and then seen your asks afterwards. Then for you to go in anon mode made it all the more weird even if that wasn't your intention and u do just notmally go in anon mode. I'm also a private person but if ik I'm about to say something that's 9/10 definitely gonna offend that person one way or the other I will in fact present as myself no matter how many times I go on anon mode in any other situation. Otherwise it makes you look just as guilty. Even though I get that you just wanted to stick up for her because of how u felt about the situation you should really take your own advice and don't be so quick to judge. In fact I'll take it a step further and say you didn't even need to go in the asks though I understand u wanting to publicly defend someone u could've privately dm @luckykiwiii101 ESPECIALLY if you knew damn well u didnt want anyone coming after you since ppl do be crazy or anything but still wanted to get your point across to a person you could've done that and sorted stuff out then that way you could see both sides instead of saying what u said at all this is how stuff gets outta proportion anyway yall always wanna go anon mode and make stuff public when it didn't even have to be all that to begin with. If your gonna defend somebody stand on that because how it came about was just weird in itself even if it's not what you were trying to do at all, from the outside lookin in that's exactly how it looks. Ik I just said a mouthful and it sounds like I'm rambling but I hope u get why I'm responding and why I'm saying majority of this was misunderstanding that could've easily been solved had u been more direct and this isn't even pointing a finger but I'm saying it how I see it.

Also I noticed u mentioned how @luckykiwiii101 should've been more kind about it and if she doesn't want to to answer she shouldn't have to especially if she'd get annoyed but I'm not sure if you've seen some loa blogs from the past but there are some who will quite literally get threatened and worse literally for just not answering an ask idk if youve personally seen it but i have, they get harrassed, called all sorts of negative things having negative false accussations spreaded about them, get insulted and more plus the entire point of the blog is to help as many as we can (which def ain't easy I'll tell ya that much 💀) so when your constantly getting sent hateful asks ofc it's normal to react the way she did especially if your the type of person who wants to get to the bottom of the issue and get rid of that issue as soon as possible and in this case it would be continuously replying to hate anons until you can fully get them out of your hair (which believe it or not really does sometimes have to be done). Also we are all human u cannot seriously expect a blogger to respond 100% kindly especially when all they'd get or see during that time is unkindness. Sometimes it will in fact just happen. Even ive said some unkind things before thay ive apologized for but i had justified reasons as to why i reacted so meanly. It isn't exactly right to direct it at the wrong person but hers was justified simply due to her own misunderstanding and the miscommunication of the situation and I'm also sure she will apologize again as well if needed because @luckykiwiii101 is not a rude person at all. Confident? Yes. Bold, spontaneous and assertive? Very, but no not rude or mean and anyone who feels the need to defend themselves regardless of who's right or wrong probably would've reacted the same exact way she did.

Dear @queenofuniverses

Dear @queenofuniverses

I don’t know what “queen” of what universe you are…but if it’s anything, it’s the universe of lies.

Thanks to a great person, I caught you. Did you really think I wouldn’t catch you?

Trying to gaslight me…and then getting caught. Embarrassing.

SPOTTED: @queenofuniverses sends @luckykiwiii101 a rude ask saying…

Then I scrolled my page looking for this “alleged” ask that a poor girl supposedly sent me.

And guess what I found.

Nothing. Here’s the post -> CLICK HERE

I didn’t reply to any ask about a girl who’s father passed away. But your delusional self thought you could trick me.

Then you proceeded to send me another ask which I replied to AFTER the previous one you sent me. Except this time, you weren’t on anonymous mode…

Then I proceeded to apologise thinking what you said was actually true?

Here’s the post -> CLICK HERE

Little did you know that you slipped up. Nobody sent me an ask about their father passing away. I even mentioned in my reply that I would not have reacted insensitively if somebody told me that..

Harassing bloggers and posing as somebody else defending them to make me seem like a bad person? PATHETIC!

No way you just sent me an anonymous ask pretending to be somebody else in order to defend yourself and act like a remorseful civilian defending a poor innocent girl they saw on tumblr to make me look like a bad person whilst you were spamming me with asks.

Think about that for a second…

[tatakaebomb]

I win

ꕥ Pairing : Aomine Daiki x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Your boyfriend annoys you so you run back to your ex for comfort - which happens to end up as more.

ꕥ Word count : 1.8k

ꕥ A/N : I wrote this a while ago and changed it up slightly for a request - but lets be real , who doesn’t wanna fuck Aomine ?

ꕥ TW : smut, ex fucking, cheating (sorry not sorry), make up sex, rough, dom! Aomine, unprotected sex, creampie, degrading + praise, orgasm denial (?), a whole lotta size kink , cervix fucking, choking, fingering, reader is kise’s gf - well not for long, after care/ fluff at the end ig idk, i think thats all, 18+

You walk into the gym after class, rolling your eyes at the swarms of girls crowding around your boyfriend. High pitched screams and annoying screeches, practically begging for pictures and his autograph.

Sitting down on the bench, you let out an annoyed sigh, watching him as he places his arms around and pulls them in tighter, the way he smiles and laughs as the camera flashes on and off.

You understand that your boyfriend is Ryota Kise, a famous model and on top of that a basketball player, but this shit gets old, especially when he doesn't even notice you exist until after he's done with his fangirls. You have been arguing a lot lately, and this just pushes you further away from him.

"Hey baby" Kise comes up to you and kisses you on the cheek, making you look up from your phone.

"Hey, done with the girls?" You roll your eyes, sarcastic and bitter tone rolling off your tongue.

"Yeah, they're like crazy over me, its sorta cool"

He laughs obliviously, making you bite the inside of your cheek in anger.

"Fuck off, Kise" You stand up, looking at him before grabbing your bag and making your way out the gym.

You hear protests of him from the hallway, telling you to wait up. However when you look behind for a second, you only see him get stopped in his tracks to take yet another picture, and he happily obliges.

Of course he does.

Turning back around, you run home and swing the door to your room open, quickly laying down and dropping head first into your pillow with a loud scream of frustration.

You get a notification from your phone, and you swipe up to check it,

Daiki <3

U ok? Saw u walk in all mad and shit lol

You laugh at the text, sitting up from the bed and leaning over closer to your window, flashing your neighbour and ex boyfriend a middle finger making him laugh.

He taps on the window and opens it and you do the same in return, knowing he wanted to say something.

"Pretty boy piss you off again?" He asks cockily, making a scoff escape your lips,

"Fuck you , Aomine" You say through the window, smiling sarcastically at him.

"Want me to come over?"

You sigh of relief, not thinking twice of your answer.

"Please do"

Aomine knows you better than anyone else, even though you two broke up a little while ago you still kept a close friendship. After all, you couldn't really hate each other as you're neighbours and also old childhood friends.

He shuts his window and you walk downstairs, letting him in after a quick knock. You gesture for him to come in and he does so, walking up the stairs behind you with a smirk.

You lay back down on the bed in your bedroom and he sits down on the chair near your desk, straddling it and placing his head on the back of it.

"What’d he do?"

Letting out a sigh, you peek your head up to look at him,

"He pick-"

He cuts you off before you could continue, rolling his eyes.

"Picked his bitches over you again, right?"

"Yeah, that"

He sits up from the chair and walks over to lay down next to you, propping his head on his arm while turning to his left.

"Why don't you just break up with him, Y/N ?"

You quickly turn to the side, watching Aomine's dark blue eyes glow as he scans your feature and licks his lips.

"I will, it's just complicated"

Aomine inches closer to your body, placing his head in the crook of your neck while wrapping his hands around you. Pulling him in closer, you run a hand through his hair with a small frown.

"You always say that" He mumbles, nuzzling his head closer into your chest.

You let out a soft "i know", letting out a small whimper when you feel him pull away making him smirk.

He sits up and lets his large body tower over yours, holding the weight of it in his arms while you look up from under him confused,

"Daiki, what are you doing?"

"Im tired of seeing you like this "

Before you could reply, he slowly inches down and places a hungry kiss to your lips. You let out a surprised gasp, however soon you gave in, wrapping your hands around his head and pulling him in closer. You deepen the kiss as your tongues tangle with each other tirelessly, barely taking any breaks for air in between.

He bites at your bottom lip before pulling away, making a soft moan leave your lips.

Speechless, you look up at him, his messy dark hair hanging loosely in front of his face, that damn smirk he always had whenever he watched you turn into a mess because of him so clearly visible.

You missed this sight so much, it made your body grow hotter while you remember all the good times you had with him. It's something you can't describe, his scent and the way he looks into your eyes with such hunger, it always made you weak.

"I want you" You let out a tired whisper, making him inch closer with a grin,

"What about Kise?" He mocks you, grinding his hardened clothed cock against your thigh.

Biting on your lip , you lower your eyes trying to avoid eye contact as your face turns redder,

"Aomine, please"

Smiling, he begins kissing down your neck, soft moans escaping your lips from under him as you arch your back against the bedsheets,

"Please what?" He bites down hard on your neck, making you let out a gasp, your eyes closing shut,

"F-fuck me "

With one of his large hands, he reaches around to cup your tits, massaging and pulling at your nipples between his index and thumb.

Your hand tangles in his hair, small gasps and moans filling the room.

He pauses and looks up before dipping a hand between your legs, pulling your skirt up and lowering his head.

He widens his eyes at the thin grey material covering your cunt, clearly soaked as the lighter colour turns darker. The sight made him chuckle to himself and looks up at your flustered expression.

"He's not fucking you right, is he?" He says as he slips your panties to the side and gathers up your slickness, sliding the two fingers between your lips.

You let out a whimper and shake your head no, making him lift an eyebrow as he plunges the long fingers into you and curls them.

You buck your hips against his hand, melting into his touch. He was the only one that can make you feel like this, and you knew it all too well.

"So desperate,"

"Aomine, fuck..." You moan out as he slowly starts moving his fingers in and out of you, curling them with each thrust at the exact angle to reach your g spot.

"Ah, i missed those pretty sounds.."

He picks up his pace, making your legs shake and your head dip further into the bed. He looks up at you, flashing you a proud smile while you slowly come undone for him.

"You've always been such a good girl for me, mm?" You roll your eyes back at his words, your stomach curling as you go to grab on his arm, dipping your nails into the flesh.

"Yes- Cum.. please can..i.." You mumble out, letting a loud whimper escape your lips when he lands a harsh blow to your thigh.

"FUCK"

"Hold it," He says, before pulling his fingers out and undoing his belt, something way bigger quickly replacing them.

He lines up his cock with your entrence, slowly pushing in as you struggle to take him. Hissing, you dip your nails into his back as he bottoms out and begins moving, the tip kissing your cervix.

Low grunts leave his lips as he begins thrusting in and out of you faster, feeling your little cunt tightening around him every time.

"S- too much- " You whine, feeling your legs start to shake.

"Fuck- take it like you always do yeah? like a good little slut~"

He loved to watch you roll your eyes back, pretty tear-filled eyes staring into his as you whine about how big he is. Watching how your makeup runs down your face as he ruins you and claims you as his once again.

You dig your nails into his back hard, not being able to control yourself anymore. You curse out cumming, yelling out his name while you squeeze down on him.

Groaning, he grabs your neck roughly and pushes you down into the mattress of the bed, his eyes filled with lust and anger.

"Didn't i tell you to fucking hold it?" He growls, not stopping for even a second. Instead, he began drilling his cock even deeper inside you, even harder.

Your mind goes blank as each stroke pushes harder into your cervix, rubbing and hitting against the right spot each time.

"I'm sorry- FUCK PLEASE let me cum" You cry out, chanting his name as you feel your second orgasm approaching.

"Already? Shit - Cum then"

"AOMINE" You bite down on your lip hard, widening your eyes while you feel your whole body shaking as you let go for the 2nd time.

His strokes become sloppier and he quickly follows up after you, groaning your name as he fills you with his cum without warning, sweat falling from his body. He gives you a quick peck before laying down next to you panting, his hand reaching around to cup your tear filled cheek.

You smile at him, staying silent for a while as you both catch your breath.

-

" You did so good for me - " He mumbles, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders as he cuddles up into you.

Giggling, you slowly pick up your phone, your smile slowly dropping as you see all the missed calls and text messages from Kise.

Aomine snickers, snatching the phone off you and snapping a picture of you two in bed. He presses send and you roll your eyes and shake your head, too tired to even react as you watch him giggling like a child and typing something.

He eventually gives it back, and you frown your eyebrows looking at the text message under the picture, your blurry vision slowly clearing up allowing you to read it :

- I win, again :) -

You let out a surprised gasp, laughing as you hit him in the chest repeatedly,

" You're such an asshole, didn't his team lose to yours last week as well ?"

He begins laughing louder, wheezing as he tries getting out his words,

" Yeah... they did..."

You pick your phone back up, blocking Kise's number as Aomine looks over your shoulder.

You turn back around, nuzzling into his chest while he runs a hand through your hair.

" Does that mean..?"

" Yes Dai, we're back together "

[parkerpeter24]

totally projecting but would u write a tasm!peter parker x reader where the reader has problems w her family? like not omg toxic family or anything just like, they fight a lot and she feels like she just doesn’t deserve the love they give her and she is just the problem you know?

anyway bye thanks lol

it’s me. hi. i’m the problem, it’s me.

anti-hero

pairing : tasm!peter parker x reader

this is not my best such a bad work because i haven’t written in a hot minute 🥹

nwh masterlist 🕸️

peter was busy last week. very busy. which led you to hanging out alone at school and looking at your phone way less frequently than you did due to the number of texts you exchanged throughout a day. however, it had managed to keep your parents happy since they always talked about focusing on the more important aspects of life rather than looking at your phone all day.

little did they know the most important aspect of your life was in the phone.

when your mobile finally pinged with a notification, you lurched to pick it up from your nightstand, expecting it to be peter, but it was just a random spam message.

“i think i asked you to clean your room before sleeping.” your mother’s voice came and you looked up to find her in the doorway.

shrugging casually, you replied, “sorry. didn’t feel like it.”

your mom sighed before you watched her walk closer to you and hold out her hand, “come on, give that phone to me, you’ve been staring at it again.”

“mom!” you whined.

“i only want what’s the best for you, dear.” there it was again, her revised speech about how you should work towards betterment and leave everything and help her and your dad in the chores of the house, that it would teach you “-you how to deal with real life situations.”

“right.” you handed her your phone, dreading the weekend ahead.

on saturday night, you waited two past midnight for peter to knock at your window but he never came. earlier that day you’d had a small argument with your parents about your future. it happened everytime you brought up how you wanted to be a writer, but they would try to present ‘better job ideas’ which would always end up in doors being slammed loudly, mostly by you.

on monday, you saw peter by his locker. a smile crept up his face as soon as he saw you, but it fell just as soon because you ignored him and walked right past him to get to your class. it wasn’t his fault but you just wanted him to be there for you, saturday night. be there. that’s all he had to do.

the thought that it was so selfish of you added to the guilt that had already piled up inside you. he was probably out there, saving lives of innocent people, and here you were with your baseless reasons and treating him with silence.

however, peter followed you like a lost puppy wherever you went. he followed you to the homeroom, first period, sat beside you like usual. you were still ignoring him and from the corner of your eyes, you could see his eyebrows twist up in confusion, “y/n, honey?” he called out your name and you just hummed in response leading his face to twist further up in concern, “is everything okay?”

“everything’s fine.” you confirmed.

peter didn’t seem convinced.

he followed you as soon as the recess bell rang. he bought your favorite milkshake for you and saved your usual seat. you seemed awfully quiet today and peter only wanted to know why. he placed the milkshake in front of you as soon as you sat down and flashed you one of his charming smiles, “best milkshake, only for the best person i know.” he pointed to you.

you gave him a little smile, feeling nice for a change as you picked the milkshake up and stabbed your straw into the carton.

“you wanna talk about it?” peter asked, watching you as you gulped down a sip of the sweet heaven.

you thought you’d be madder that peter never showed up to your house earlier but his hand rested on top of yours and everything felt a little less stressful.

“how do you know?” you let your hand rest underneath his, his thumb drawing circles over your skin.

“i know you.” he mumbled, “and this is unlike you. and i miss you.”

there was no way this boy could get any cuter. you gave him a small smile, and nodded, “i’ll tell you later.”

the day felt a little better after that. you and peter walked home after school together. november was starting to feel like november finally as the wind blew against your skin. the two of you got to peter’s place. may was at work till evening so the two of you decided to heat up some food she’d left in the fridge. after that was done with, you decided to get on with your homework.

halfway through that, however, the two of you ended up cuddled on the bed, beneath peter’s comforter. the brunette was starting to drift to sleep but your voice woke him up, “peter?” you mumbled against his chest.

“yes, princess?” he asked.

“do you think it’s me?”

he looked down at you, eyes still half lidded because of tiredness, “do i think what’s you?”

“do you also think i’m the problem?”

peter’s eyes weren’t partly lidded now. in fact, he was fully awake, staring at you with confusion and pulling you closer to himself, “what makes you say that?”

“my family probably thinks that.”

his fingers ran through your hair soothingly, trying to keep you calm. peter didn’t have a reply to your last statement because he’d been there. he had wanted to be a better nephew to may and he’d wanted her happy but he felt like all he did was make the poor lady worry about his whereabouts.

“you’re definitely not the problem.” peter mumbled against your hair, “not to me in the least.”

you nodded as a thank you and peter understood, “i didn’t mean to be rude to you. i-i was just so angry at my parents. we had this stupid argument, the same old stuff.”

“i’m sorry.” peter mumbled, listening to you ramble without any complaints, his hand rubbed your back slowly, calming you down and eventually you drifted to sleep.

peter felt proud of himself for helping you sleep as soft snores tumbled past your lips. only one thought remaining in his head before his own eyes closed.

he would never let you feel like the anti-hero.

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tags : @the-girl-in-the-chair @annathesillyfriend @uwiuwi @tommyfroggie @saturnpeter @ellabellabus07 @comfort-reads @holland-styles @spideyspeaches @prancerrparkerr @usergarfields @theglitterymess @quaksonhehe @lowkey-holland @starlight-starks @piscesparker @incorrectsourwolf @wildxwidow @blankspaceblankday @kelieah @arvinsvintage @parkersdahlia @icarusafety @raajali3

[currentlyprocrastinating]

THE WAY YOUR BIO SAYS 417 AND I ONLY JUST PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER THAT YOU’RE YOU THATS EMBARRASSING FOR ME FSJKSSHS okok anyways omg the banners you have going on YUMM !! i’m gonna binge your masterlist tonight i didn’t know you were a writer i’m so excited🥺!! i need... a crumb of serotonin n i trust you to provide that for me so i’ll be in your notis a little tonight... please forgive me if i spam 🤲🏻💖

Haha c'est cool! I do stuff like that all the time, and when I don't, my doubtful mind kicks in. "Their blog has the same name... and its not a common one... so its probably them... but what if its not?? Ill just end up embarrassing myself!" lolol

Hdbdbdbsj thank u!! I kept changing/rearranging stuff but in the end i was just like "eh i think this looks good" cos id spent too long on it ^^"

🥺🥺 gIRL that makes me so happy- there's not much unfortunately but I hope you enjoy what's available! 😊 and I wont mind the spam! That'd be very hypocritical of me lmao. Spam me all u want hehe

[runanadwiddles]

83 + HiMERU? 👀

N A U G H T Y anon,,, you want himeru to do THAT to you huh,,, it’s okay,, I don’t blame you~

83. Your lover pinning your arms above your head, telling you to stay quiet.

Wordy county: 665

It was quite the odd turn of events. What was supposed to be a simple meetup turned into something quite different. The two of you were supposed to meet in the hanging garden, but some disturbances happened to come along as well. However, there’s a bit more behind closed doors.

You looked down to see the glowing rectangle in hand, waiting for a certain blue-head to respond. You waited for a bit in the hanging garden, hoping that the boy would respond soon. After all, your lunch break is very important to you. Not long after that, you felt your phone vibrate, quickly looking at the notification, your eyes gave a satisfied look, looking back up to see the person you were waiting for.

“Ah, HiMERU, glad that you’re able to come! Here, here, take a sea- HMPH!” You were quickly shut down by the boy as he clamped his hand over your mouth. However, you were a bit surprised like any normal person would be, attempting to remove his hand, but started stumbling backwards, falling backwards after running into some bushes behind you, pulling the boy down with you.

The sight was quite something if one saw it, but luckily no one did. HiMERU towered over you, your hands pinned above your head with one hand and your voice still silenced by his other. It was quite suggestive if anything, but that hasn’t crossed anyone’s minds yet. On the other hand, a voice could be heard in the distance, a loud one in fact. “MeruMeru, where are you?” A red-head’s voice rang out through the facility, but to no avail. You felt your breathing go shallow as you felt the fear of being caught. Surely he won’t find you guys, right?

As the voice grew louder and louder, approaching closer to you two, it suddenly stopped, moving further away. As HiMERU felt like the coast was clear, he removed his hand from your mouth, letting you speak. “What was that for?” You gave an annoyed look, still unable to move your hands from the strong grip of the blue headed boy. You felt your face heat up once you noticed your position, wasn’t this a bit too close for the two of you?

You looked back up to the towering male as you noticed that he was slightly closer than before. “HiMERU..? Isn’t this a bit too-“ Before you could continue, HiMERU smashed his lips against yours. You flinched at the sudden contact, what the hell is even happening now?

The kiss was long and overpowering yet somehow it was gentle as well. It was quite the strange kiss, but you didn’t hate it. In fact, you loved it, you could never get tired of a kiss like this. Oxygen was cutting short between the two of you, but the two of you didn’t care. However, much to your dismay, the lack of oxygen forced you apart from the boy. Your face was extremely flushed, redder than tsukasa’s hair practically, how can someone do that out of the blue? You looked away from HiMERU’s gaze, clearly embarrassed from the kiss.

“Hm? Say, S/o, are you embarrassed?” HiMERU asked curiously, acting as if he didn’t do anything. “Of course I’m not… It was just sudden… What was that even for?” Your voice timid and meek, of course you were embarrassed, who knows who would find you in the act and what they would even do to the two of you. HiMERU gave a charming smile, his ears the slightest of pink, “I couldn’t help myself, you’re just too adorable.” He let go of your wrists, planting a chaste kiss on your lips once again. Perhaps this is a fine way to spend your lunch break after all.

[griffintail]

The First Day

Summary: Your first day on the server.

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x F! Reader

Next

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This is a story I was working on in my free time for like the longest time and it's still not finished and it's so long. God knows how many parts this will be. I need a title for this story too. I'll think of one separately and it will have it's own masterlist if people like it. 

SO! Without further ado, here you are because I was bored!

Oh and (Y/U/N) means YOUR USERNAME.

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        Wilbur logged on to the Dream SMP. He didn’t have anything to do there, it was just a place to run around and build for him at the moment.

        He had built his “ball” not far from Tommy’s base, maybe he could build something else…He wasn’t quite sure yet. Just as before, Tommy begged for his attention and chuckled at the boy’s antics quietly. As he was going to find a space to build a new name joined the server.

        (Y/U/N) joined the game

        He frowned. He’s never heard that name before. Someone must have though because Dream didn’t let just anyone on the server. He’d look into them later.

        He was once more about to go to work when there was a new message in chat.

        <(Y/U/N)> There are new people on today. \o/ Hello, Mr. Soot and Mr. Innit.

        He chuckled as he read the message deciding to give them a response, smirking at Tommy’s probably rage.

        <WilburSoot> Hello there! :)

        <(Y/U/N)> May I know your coords?

        <WilburSoot> You may

        He gave the newcomer he coordinates, deciding to stick around the ball as he had as Tommy messaged him with renewed hope. A figure that wasn’t Tommy climbed up to Wilbur. The character was a female skin in a plaid jacket that was open with a plaid shirt and blue jeans to match, wearing a gray beanie on blonde hair.

        <(Y/U/N)> Hi! I’m new and wanted to give you a gift.

        She threw a flower, a poppy specifically, at him and when he picked it up, he noticed it was named.

        From (Y/U/N) to WilburSoot

        <WilburSoot> Why thank you Ms. (Y/U/N).

        <Tommyinnit> WOMAN!?

        <(Y/U/N)> No problem good day!

        <(Y/U/N)> Mr. Innit! May I have your coords?

        <Tommyinnit> No I will not give a woman my coordinates!!

        <(Y/U/N)> :(

        And now was the time to respond to Tommy. Wilbur logged onto the discord and joined Tommy in his call.

        “Wilbur!”

        “Now Tommy, that’s not how you talk to a lady.” Wilbur jokingly scolded him. “Apologize to her.”

        “I am not going to apologize to a woman!”

        “Tommy,” Wilbur warned. “Don’t make me block you.”

        He heard Tommy sigh exasperated and typed in chat.

        <Tommyinnit> I’m sorry

        <(Y/U/N)> :) It’s ok. I wish to give you a gift! Coords pls?

        <WilburSoot> He lives in those fences right across from here

        “Good, thank you, Tommy.”

        “Will you talk to me now?” Tommy asked with a huff.

        “Sure.”

        He first went into his ball as the girl sprinted over to Tommy’s place. He put the flower in a chest before following after her as he listened to Tommy talk.

        “Why the hell did she give me a flower?” Tommy questioned as Wilbur was halfway to Tommy’s.

        <Tommyinnit> Why the hell did you give me a flower?

        <(Y/U/N)> I’m new and I just want to give you a welcome gift!

        <(Y/U/N)> I need to work on my house. Good day, Mr. Soot and Mr. Innit!

        She sprinted away towards the community house. Wilbur stopped next to Tommy as he was holding a red tulip.

        “Wha…What was that?” Tommy asked Wilbur.

        “She told you, now what do you want to do?”

        The new girl had left before Tommy’s stream ended and after Tommy’s stream and he left, Wilbur decided to look up who the new person was. Looking up the name, he got a Twitter, YouTube, and Twitch account. On her Twitch there was a new video streamed today titled “Let’s not be homeless! (DreamSMP)”. She had a decent amount of followers on her Twitch and her YouTube channel, she had half a million subscribers. On her Twitter, there was a picture of a dog with its face pressed against the camera that had taken it. There was a tweet from not long ago with a full picture of the same dog next to a desk.

                                                     -------

        (Y/U/N) @(Y/U/N)

        He wouldn’t leave me alone all stream! I love my good boy but a girl needs her space!

                                                     -------

        Wilbur gave a quiet chuckle before liking the post and giving her a follow. Maybe he’d meet more of her…

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        Wilbur logged into the server once more to work on his project to come with Tommy. There were a few people online, Tubbo, Ponk, and Fundy. He didn’t bother them though, giving greetings back when given before getting to work. As he did, he got a notification from his phone that someone was live and glanced over. (Y/U/N) was live.

        Curious, he pulled up her stream and decided to leave it on in the background.

        “Hello, magical people! We’re going to be jumping back onto the SMP! My house looks so dull and I wanna find wolves.”

        Wilbur caught her accent immediately, American, definitely.

        “What do you mean there’s three people I haven’t met! I don’t have experience chat! Don’t say that!”

        (Y/U/N) joined the game

        “Fudge there’s three people I haven’t met. Firetrucks, uhhhh, I need to give them their flowers but I can’t name them!”

        <(Y/U/N)> Hello new fellows! \o/

        <Tubbo_> Hello! o/

        “I like that one.” She laughed. “He definitely deserves a flower. Oh, Mr. Soot’s online. Maybe he can help…”

        Wilbur looked over to see her typing a message in chat to him and as he looked over, he realized there was no webcam. She must not like to show her face.

        (Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: Hi Mr. Soot! I’m in a predicament. May I ask for some of your EXP levels to name three flowers?

        He chuckled as he typed back to her.

        WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): I have a few I can spare. I’ll be heading over to the ball to meet you. Just bring the anvil and flowers.

        “He’s a lifesaver chat!” She cheered. “We found a good one!”

        He laughed as he made his way over to his ball.

        (Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: You’re a lifesaver! I and the chat thank you!

        She came sprinting over a few moments after he got there and she placed the anvil down and threw to him a dandelion, an orange tulip, and an allium.

        (Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: The dandelion for Tubbo, the tulip for Fundy, and allium for Ponk.

        WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): Ok :)

        He named the flowers the same as she had named his as she took the chance of waiting to read out her subs and donations. As he named the last flower, he saw he had a spare daisy in his inventory. She was giving them flowers; he should give one back.

        To (Y/U/N) From WilburSoot

        He threw all the flowers back over as she was reading a donation.

        “Ah! Flowers! Time to hunt down the people!”

        (Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: Thank you! I owe you one!

        WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): Any time!

        She picked up the anvil before sprinting off into the distance and he went back towards his build.

        <(Y/U/N)> Mr. Tubbo! Hello! I’m new and wish to give you a present!

        <Tubbo_> Thank you!!

        It was a moment before a new message popped up in chat.

        <(Y/U/N)> Hello Mr. Fundy! I have a gift for you!

        <ItsFundy> Ah thank you very much!

        Wilbur found it rather interesting as he watched the chat about how she used titles to talk to others. It was rather formal.

        “What do you mean there’s an extra flower? I only gave Mr. Soot three. Ok, ok, I’ll look.” She told her chat. “I thought I taught you guys better.” He looked over as she looked through her inventory, hovering over the extra flower he had given her. “Oh! He gave me a flower back! No one’s ever given me a flower back! Two years of giving flowers to people on servers and Mr. Soot beats them all!”

        So, this was a regular bit she did. He was surprised though to hear that he was the only one to give her a flower back, blushing lightly at her off-hand compliment.

        <(Y/U/N)> Mr. Soot! Thank you for MY gift! :)

        <WilburSoot> It was no problem. :)

        “Now back on track! To Ponk’s!”

        Wilbur tuned out the in-game chat as he worked, looking towards his phone though when he heard his name.

        “Do I watch Mr. Soot? Well yes, I’ve watched a few of his videos with Jschlatt and I’ve listened to his music video, uh…The Internet Ruined Me! That’s the one.”

        Wilbur blushed lightly once more. She had watched some of his videos and his music?

        “Do you watch anyone else on the server? Yeah, I watch a few of the guys like Sir Dream, George, and Sapnap. I watched one or two videos of Mr. Innit’s and Tubbo’s creation. But I have to be here with you too chat! I don’t have time to watch everyone!”

        Wilbur finished building, about to log off for the day but stopped and opened in-game chat.

        <WilburSoot> Good bye Ms. (Y/U/N)!

        “And he’s saying bye to me! Why didn’t we meet him sooner chat?!”

        <(Y/U/N)> Goodbye Mr. Soot! :)

        “I am not simping chat! I thought I taught all of you better!”

        Wilbur laughed as he turned off the stream. She was certainly a character.

[cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc]

One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

~

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

~

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

~

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

~

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

~

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

~

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

~

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

~

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

~

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

~

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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[tpwkjerii]

birthday cake

after a long day of practice, hyunjin simply can’t wait to spend time with you. unfortunately this comes at the cost of ruining a well-planned birthday surprise. but in true hyunjin fashion, he knew exactly how to make it all better.

pairing: idol!hyunjin x reader

warnings: so much fluff, kissing n hugs, slight suggestive themes (but no smut)

genre: established relationship au

word count: 1.1k+

a/n: late night post in celebration of hyunjin’s bday (yes two posts for him bc i luv him)! also stream little star :D

Hyunjin sighed as he pushed open the door to your shared apartment. With his duffle bag slung over one arm and phone in one hand, he used his other hand to take off the headband he slipped on during practice.

Despite this practice being more fun than others since the members all prepared various items and snacks to celebrate his birthday, it was still practice — exhausting and demanding. Once the clock hit 6 PM, he practically ran out of the practice room to rush to your apartment. Sure, he was supposed to show up at 8 PM after celebrating in the dorm with the other members, but he figured they could wait a little longer (it was his birthday, after all).

As he slipped off his coat and shoes, he heard the clutter of pots and soft music, which he recognized was your favorite playlist to listen to while cooking, coming from the kitchen. A smile fell on his lips as he approached the kitchen, ready to greet you after a long day.

“Hey __ - ”

He didn’t even get to finish saying your name before you shrieked loudly, dropping the (thankfully) empty baking tin and whipping around to face him. A hand clutching your heart, you caught your breath as you realized it was only Hyunjin.

“You scared me!” you said, walking up to wrap him in a tight hug.

He hugged you back with a small laugh. “Sorry,” he apologized softly, his head craned down so he could speak right above your ear. “Please don’t scold me? It’s my birthday.”

You sighed, unable to resist his soft words and too absorbed in your shared embrace. “At least knock next time,” you told him with a soft laugh.

Hyunjin only nodded and continued to hold you as he asked, “What were you making?”

You groaned and pulled yourself off from him, which caused him to pout in defiance. “It was supposed to be a surprise,” you whined, bending down to pick up the dropped bowl.

“Well, now it doesn’t have to be,” Hyunjin replied, a grin on his face as he helped you grab another bowl on the top shelf.

You sighed again, figuring that he was going to find out if he planned on staying, which it seemed like he was. “I was supposed to bake you a cake and drop it off at the dorms since Felix didn't have enough time today,” you admitted, looking down at your hands bashfully. As much as you loved having Hyunjin here, you wished you were still able to surprise him and see the happy shock on his face when you arrived at the dorms.

Hyunjin cooed and brought you into another tight hug. He lowered his voice and said, “Sorry, I was just so tired and I really wanted to see you.”

Your heart warmed at his words and the sadness you felt from the ruined surprise slowly melted away. All you wanted for Hyunjin was for him to be happy, and it seemed like he didn’t need the surprise to be content today.

“It’s ok,” you reassured him with a smile, your hands gently rubbing circles on his back. “I love you,” you whispered after, the softness and vulnerability behind your words further attacking Hyunjin’s heart.

His chest was warm with love and affection, and he paid no mind to his aching legs when he lifted you up from the ground and spun you around. You squealed and softly hit his arm in protest.

“Hyunjin, let me down!” you exclaimed with a laugh.

“Never!” he started, pausing briefly to catch his breath. “That would ruin my plan to make you dizzy and convince you to stay on the couch for the rest of the day!”

Both of you broke into loud laughter and Hyunjin eventually set you down, but not without first claiming that he could’ve spun you longer if he didn’t have practice before. You only laughed and shook your head in response before resuming your attention back to the cake.

The vanilla batter was still in the large mixing bowl right next to your phone, which you noticed was lighting up with notifications. You rushed to your phone and read through the notifications — most of which were from Felix.

6:02 PM

lixie

hyunjin escaped!!

we don’t know where he went!! emergency!!

6:06 PM

lixie

jisung thinks he probably went to your place

hyunjin isn’t picking up his phone :(

is the cake almost ready?

6:10 PM

chris bang lol

hey y/n i hope felix’s texts aren’t stressing you out! he’s just worried..

please take your time with the cake!

just a heads up that hyunjin is probably headed to your place, he’s not at the dorms or practice rooms

6:18 PM

twice stans (lixie, y/n, quokka)

lixie

y/n isn’t responding to me so i’ve resorted to the group chat

i hope the surprise won’t be ruined :(

quokka

lix it’s ok

hyunjin is probably at y/n’s and they’re probably hugging,, ;)

You rolled your eyes at the last message and quickly opened the chat to type a response.

6:27 PM

twice stans (lixie, y/n, quokka)

y/n

you’re exactly right, jisung. we were hugging (h u g g i n g).

don’t worry, lixie! hyunjin’s fine :)

we’ll be over by 7 <3

You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and you turned to see Hyunjin’s face. He was peering down at your screen with a grin.

“Ah, I turned my phone off since the battery was low,” he admitted sheepishly as he saw Felix’s texts. You only scoffed, but you didn’t get the chance to reply before he continued, “7? You sure we don’t wanna take our time and do something else?”

“Like what?” you retorted, turning your phone screen off and placing it back down on the counter.

“Something a little more than hugging, perhaps?” he suggested, a smirk on his face.

You gasped and gently pushed him away. “Hyunjin!” you choked out, whipping around to face the counter so he didn’t see the blush quickly spreading across your face and neck.

He laughed and grabbed your hands from behind you. “Just joking… unless?”

You shook your head, your face still very red from embarrassment. You tried your best to clear your head from the inappropriate thoughts and focused on pouring the cake batter into the tin. Hyunjin remained behind you, his arms still around your middle and his head now resting on your shoulder as he observed you.

“Thank you again,” he said, to which you hummed. “I love you,” he said after a few moments of silence with only the soft music playing in the background. “You’re the best gift I could ever ask for,” he told you earnestly, gently tilting your head towards his and leaning in to kiss you.

There, with Hyunjin’s soft lips against yours, you swore there could be nothing better in life.

(You two ended up being there later than 7).

[juniorgman187]

i ♡ u (Spencer Reid Imagine)

Summary: Reader and Spencer are trapped in the office during a storm. 

Category: Smut, Fluff Content Warning: cussing, unprotected sex/creampie, thunderstorm Word Count: 4.5k A/N: I don’t really like this imagine tbh so don’t be afraid to share your opinions

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“It was a dark and stormy night just like this one . . .” Reid said with a spooky voice. Thunder clapped in the distance and lightning flashed, adding to the mood of the room. Reid waited for your reaction, but you didn’t have it in you. You pressed your fingers to your temples, hoping that moving them in a circular motion would somehow stimulate your brain and magically generate logical thoughts that weren’t clouded by your weariness. 

“Sorry, Reid. I’m listening. Keep going.” You didn’t want to discourage him with your fatigue. You were the only one who would consistently give Reid the time of day, and you never faltered in that. At times, you were the only one who’d let him finish speaking.

“You usually love my campfire scary stories,” You knew without even looking at him that Reid was pouting out of disappointment. “I really think you should go home. I’ll call you if I find something or if I need you.”

“No, no you shouldn’t be working on this alone. I’ll be fine.” You slapped your cheeks gently to wake yourself up and forced yourself to refocus on the case. 

Hotch and JJ had to fulfill parenting duties, Prentiss was away doing a custodial interview for a couple days, Rossi and Morgan both went home a few hours ago because they could barely keep their eyes open, and Garcia was most likely knocked out in her bat cave. The team had been working on this case for 24+ hours straight and it was draining, but you weren’t about to leave Reid alone to work on it by himself. It wasn’t a contest or a way to prove that you were somehow a better agent if you stayed up working with him, but you genuinely didn’t feel right delegating all of the responsibility onto him. It happened too often where Reid’s good heart and great work ethic was taken advantage of. 

“Have you narrowed down the comfort zone?” You sipped at your lukewarm coffee, wincing at the unpleasant taste but grateful for any burst of energy you could get. 

Reid nodded, drawing a large red circle. He was in the middle of explaining when his words started sounding like complete nonsense. “Interstate 55 miles true North latitude triangulate.” 

You almost thought you were hallucinating or something to that effect, but Reid saw the genuine fear in your eyes and quit his prank. “No, you’re fine! You’re fine! I was just saying random words to play with you. I thought it’d scare you enough to realize you need to get some sleep.” 

“Reid!” You chucked a pen at him that he successfully dodged. This only made him laugh harder. “You’re not gonna get rid of me that easy.” You told him. 

“When was the last time you slept?” He asked seriously.

It was a huge red flag that it took you somewhere around a minute to come up with the answer since it had been so long that you couldn’t remember. You waved your hand in the air to rid him of his concerned expression. He had no reason to worry. “Really, I’ll be fine. It’s less dangerous to be running on less than 8 hours of sleep than it is to leave one person to solve an entire case by himself. I’m not going home, Reid. I’m here to stay.” 

He noticed your stubbornness and thought of a new approach to neutralize the situation. “What if you and I both call it a night right now and then wake up in a few hours?” 

Now, this sounded like a plan you could get behind. Without any resistance, you set an alarm for 5 a.m and flopped onto the couch just beside the round table. Reid joined you, slipping into his rightful spot behind you. You’d had plenty of platonic sleepovers that constituted sharing the same couch/bed with him, so this was nothing new. With your back barely touching Reid’s chest, you shut your eyes. It didn’t take more than ten minutes for both of you to drift off. 

BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP!

A loud blaring noise filled the room. It made you and Spencer wake up at the same time. 

“What is that?” His voice was all raspy from where he just woke up. 

The sound was weirdly familiar, but you didn’t know where you recognized it from. That’s when you looked out the nearest window and saw that it was still dark outside. 

“I don’t know, but it’s not our alarm.” You pointed out. That’s when Reid eyed the clock on the wall. 

3 a.m. 

You quickly felt around in the dark, reaching inside your purse for your phone. When you pulled it out, the ear-splitting noise got louder, making you realize it was your phone after all, but you were right. It wasn’t your alarm. 

“It’s just a flash flood warning.” You relayed to Reid, squinting at the brightness of your phone. No wonder Reid didn’t know what the sound was - his ancient phone didn’t have the feature. You grumbled, falling back onto the couch. 

“There’s no way I’m gonna fall back asleep after that.” He groaned. 

You hummed in agreement. “Yeah, I’m wide awake now.” Stupid flash flood warning. 

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes while Reid stretched and got up from the couch. Checking the notifications he’d gotten on his phone, he said, “Garcia left while we were asleep.” 

“And then there were two.” 

Everyone was probably catching z’s while you two were catching the killer - or trying to at least. 

So, if it was just going to be Reid’s brain and your brain functioning to work on the case, you needed some coffee. 

“I’ll be back.” You walked down to the kitchen with your mug in hand and just as you were about to grab the coffee pot, a huge flash of lightning struck outside and suddenly the office went dark. The lights went out and the gentle hum of the generator shut off.

“Spencer!” You screamed out of fear. You heard the pitter-patter of his footsteps rushing to you. That’s when you saw Spencer using his archaic phone’s flashlight to find his way to you. He pulled you into a quick hug asking if you were okay, and you answered you were fine, just spooked. When you came down to pour coffee, you didn’t remember seeing anyone else, but now your stomach turned thinking about how someone might be in here with you - listening to you.

“Take out your gun,” He whispered. You did as he ordered you to, pulling your gun out of the holster. “Turn on the flashlight.” You clicked it on and handed it over to him, remembering that he didn’t have a flashlight on his gun because he had a revolver. 

“Stay behind me.” He commanded. You moved back, basically hugging him from behind. You thought you were actually going to pass out from fear if you didn’t hold onto him for dear life. He did a quick pass with the flashlight, revealing no one else was in the bullpen unless they were hiding. 

BANG! BANG!

You yelped in fear. “It’s just the thunder, Y/N,” He reasoned, reminding you of the ongoing storm. Oh right, there was a thunderstorm happening, too. Great. “Here take this and go back to the conference room.” He gave you his revolver and kept your gun, ushering you to walk back to the round table. 

“What? Why? Where are you going?” Your small voice had never sounded so shaky. 

“I’m gonna check the power box and see if I can fix it.” 

Your first instinct was to shake your head disapprovingly, but then you remembered that he couldn’t see you in the dark. “No way! You’re not leaving me alone in a dark room. I’m coming with you.” 

He didn’t argue against it probably because he was just as scared as you were. Reid did another quick survey of the room, using the beam of your flashlight to double check that there was no one else around. 

As you clung to Reid, you made yourself sick just by thinking of all the horrifying possibilities that could happen. For all you knew, a whole group of unsubs was waiting for you at the power box, knowing you and Reid would check there as soon as the electricity went out. Would whatever happened to you two tonight become a campfire scary story that other FBI agents would talk about just like how you and Reid talk about them? The odds were not in your favor. No lights. Storm outside. 3 a.m. Just the two of you, and no offense to Reid, but if this were a horror movie, he was probably the last person you wanted to be with. Top of the list was easily Morgan, because at least if Morgan was scared shitless by the predicament, he wouldn’t show it.

While Reid led the two of you through the pitch black darkness, both of your hands were holding onto his upper arm. You’d taken cover behind him, poking your head past his shoulder just far enough to see what he was seeing but only so far that you could duck quickly if you needed to. Frankly, Spencer didn’t even seem to mind that you were clinging onto him for protection. It kind of made him feel good actually. 

When you reached the power box, you released your grip on him, only realizing just how tight you’d been clutching him when you saw imprints left on his shirt from where you’d been holding on. 

“Take this.” He handed you the flashlight while he used both of his hands to pry open the box. 

You watched as his fingers grazed over the wires and fiddled with the buttons. Would it be weird to admit that his hands were kind of attractive? You’d never realized the largeness of them or how veiny they were, but there was something about them that made them so sexy to you.

He made a disapproving sound after further inspection.

“What’s wrong?” You weren’t actually wondering, but if you asked him, it would seem like you were actually paying attention to the situation at hand and not his hands. 

“It looks like the power shut off from a larger source, meaning there could be a blackout citywide. That also means I can’t fix it.” 

Hearing you’d be in the dark with no heat source was enough to snap you out of your trance. 

“I have an idea.” You led Reid to Garcia’s bat cave, after a memory of Garcia showing you her collection of glow in the dark figurines replayed in your mind. 

When you opened the cabinet, you smiled instantly at the sight of all the toys brightly lighting up the inside of the drawer. You knew that spending hours with Garcia listening about her toy collection would pay off eventually. Both of you carried all the toys you could and headed right back into the conference room. You placed them sporadically so that the entire room was dimly lit. Had these been candles instead of luminescent toys, it would’ve been ambient and romantic, but again - they weren’t candles. 

Unintentionally, you shivered audibly when a loud wind crashed just outside. The generator went out along with the lights, so it was awfully cold in the room.

Reid was about to give you his sweater when you stopped him by walking right up to him and stealing his body heat in a hug. Rather than embracing him around his sweater, you snaked your arms under the cardigan to really feel his warmth. And as if Reid was trying to kill you with kindness, he pulled the sides of his sweater to stretch around your back and swaddled you into his sweater with him. You smiled against his chest. Not much could make this moment sweeter.

“Better now?” He asked, peering down at your face.

You silently nodded, closing your eyes as if removing your sense of sight would heighten your sense of touch. You wanted to feel his affection as deeply as you could. 

“Tell me when you want me to let go.” 

“Not yet.” 

He laughed at your childish desire to be swaddled like this, but he was enjoying the warmth just as much as you were. 

“We can’t do much work with the power out so let’s just try to get some more sleep.” He walked with you to the couch, keeping his promise of not letting go until you told him to. 

With the storm outside and the flash flood warning, you two would just have to stay in the conference room until you had the all clear. You weren’t opposed to this entirely, though. There were much worse things you could do than listen to the rain in the arms of Spencer Reid.

“Okay, you can let go now but just for a second.” Your baby voice made him chuckle. He loved how you unabashed you were when asking for his attention. Reid laid down just as he did before, with his back on the backrest of the couch, and instead of having your back to him, you cuddled right up to him. While still wearing his sweater, he covered you in it again, drawing you even closer. 

For some reason, even though you were beat and you knew you needed the sleep, you couldn’t seem to shut your mind off and rest. You were awake for what felt like hours. You would’ve tossed and turned all night, but instead, you kept very still so Reid wouldn’t wake up. 

You’d be so focused on trying to fall asleep yourself that you didn’t even notice when Reid did. When you looked up, you saw his mouth was slightly agape, his eyes were shut and would occasionally flutter, and when you pressed your ear to his chest, he was breathing much slower than he was earlier. 

“If you stay still for 15 minutes, you’ll fall asleep. Just lay in the same position and don’t move.” He mumbled. So he wasn’t asleep? And he knew you weren’t either?

“I have been staying still, but it’s not working.” You whined. 

“Just try.” Reid murmured again.

You shut up and sighed, closing your eyes. This time, you made a conscious effort not to move a muscle. You even counted to 60 in your head 15 times, but after those 15 minutes, you were still awake. You weren’t even sure what was causing your insomnia. It was really peaceful to have the sound of the rain cascading down the window and the occasional boom of thunder outside. Being in Spencer’s arms was cozy, too, but there was still something keeping you up. 

“Spencer? Are you awake?” You scooted up so you could see his face. 

The only thing the moon was illuminating clearly was his lips. There was a distinct beam of silver light casting on his mouth, almost like it was lighting them up specifically. Like some sort of sign. A sudden urge possessed you, so without reason, you brought your hand up to his face and grazed your thumb over his bottom lip. Even with the gentle touch you were using, you were still able to feel how soft it was. You slowly dragged your thumb in a downwards motion, watching the elasticity of his lips cause it to bounce back up into its place. You nearly giggled at the sight. You moved your thumb to the corner of his mouth and followed it upwards to the natural curve of his upper lip. If you weren’t so observant before, you wouldn’t have noticed how Spencer very subtly parted his lips wider for you. Curiosity overcame you and you slowly inched closer to his mouth with your own.

“I think I want to kiss you . . . Can I kiss you?” You spoke in a soft voice, with each of your lips ghosting over his. 

A moment of stillness. Maybe he was asleep. Then, a small, very small nod of Reid’s head. You smiled as he let you take control. With your hand already along his jaw, you lifted his face slightly so you could feel the full force of your kiss. You pulled him in closer to relish the soft feeling of his puckered lips. He released his grip on the sweater that was still swaddling you so he could press the small of your back, forcing your hips to drive into his. The need to be even closer was translating into the kiss. It grew hungrier - more passionate and needy. Spencer raised up from the couch, propping himself up on his forearm so he could hover over you. You followed his lead and shifted to be underneath him. With his body over you, he was able to push off his forearms and onto his hands. They were on either side of your head, forcing you to sit up with him so your lips wouldn’t leave his. 

“Wait, wait,” He muttered, pulling away. You followed him with your mouth is desperation, until you couldn’t anymore, making you sit up entirely while Spencer backed away. 

“What’s wrong?”

“If we don’t stop now, I don’t know if I can stop later . . . I won’t be able to control myself.” 

It was in this moment you realize why you were often the only member on the team who’d actually listen to Reid. Nothing he could say would ever turn you off. Any word that escaped his lips was something you wanted to hear. His confession of being uncontrollable was no exception. 

“Do you know what I want to do?” There was a newfound confidence in your tone that shocked the both of you. 

“What do you want to do, Y/N?” Apparently, Spencer’s tone was just the opposite. He sounded like he was trembling with fear with anticipation. 

“Guess.” You flirted. 

Even in the dark, you could see Reid’s gears turning as he tried to find the right answer. He read your expression for a hint and made his guess by planting a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You’re cold.” 

He quickly caught on. You were making a game out of this. 

Hot and cold.

Reid made his next move with uncertainty. He slowly started moving forward to resume the position he had before he pulled away. As he came closer, you followed his lead and leisurely fell back. Every inch he would advance closer to you was an inch that you’d move back further until finally your back was pressed against the couch again and Spencer was hanging over you once more. With each of his hands beside your head, you smirked. “Getting warmer.”

This boosted his confidence. He was heading the right direction, and there was nothing Spencer loved more than to get things right. 

The same moonlight that was streaming onto his lips earlier was dancing on his eyes. The hazel color glimmered in the silver light. You could see they were asking, ‘Can I?’ You answered his look with a silent nod. 

Spencer reached behind him, following his hand with his eyes as he watched his fingers brush along your thigh. Looking back up at you for permission, which you granted, he peered back down, watching his fingers slip underneath the hem of your skirt. You lifted your hips up so he could raise the skirt all the way up. As if he was uncovering lost treasure, his eyes lit up when you were finally uncovered. 

“Fuck me.” He cursed under his breath. This made you ooze with confidence. 

You sat up to align your lips right beside his ear. With a breathy voice, you whispered, 

“Hot.”

He’d finally figured out what you wanted. 

The satisfaction he had in winning your little game gave him the confidence he needed to finally make a move. 

Hurriedly, he dragged your panties off, leaving prominent scratches from his nails on your thighs. He threw them somewhere behind him, while you frantically unbuttoned his dress pants. You almost giggled with glee when you saw just how hard he was. You barely did anything to provoke him, but he clearly enjoyed what little you did do. 

“I don’t have a -” You cut him off with a hasty kiss. 

“You don’t need to worry about that.” You needn’t explain more. He got the message when you reached down and gave his shaft a few shallow strokes.

“Oh-” He was immediately caught off guard by your forwardness. “Wait, wait shouldn’t I . . . um, help you first-”

You smiled at his stutter. “Spencer, please. I need you now.” 

There was that unabashed ask for Spencer’s attention that he loved so much. He made small movements until he was properly aligned with your entrance. 

“Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He breathlessly uttered, while gradually pushing in.

You thought you would’ve regretted not letting him finger you before in preparation but the bliss was far greater for some reason. 

The sensation was definitely new to Spencer when his eyes widened. “Oh fuck. You’re so tight.” 

Meanwhile, your face contorted at the feeling of him stretching you out. It was actually more painful than pleasurable. 

“Wait, Spencer - I need to change positions.” You panted. 

He instantly retracted, looking incredibly sorry. “Here,” He helped you up to your feet while taking a seat on the couch. You didn’t need an IQ of 187 to figure out how to position yourself, so you straddled Spencer, hovering over his erection. Taking charge now that you knew you’d feel more comfortable like this, you reached below you to align his length. Instantly, euphoria washed over you when you lowered yourself all the way until you were practically sitting on his lap. Spencer let out a heavy exhale now that you were able to take all of him in this new position. You moved your hands out from under you and put them on Spencer’s shoulders as a way to stabilize you each time you’d come up. After a few cursory movements, you found a comfortable pace. Spencer couldn’t contain himself, he had to grab your hips in his hands and buck up before, his pelvis meeting your ass before you could even fully lower yourself again. With the tempo of motion increasing drastically because of Spencer’s participation, you couldn’t even adjust to his length anymore. Every time he’d pull out was temporary relief for the ever-growing knot forming in your stomach. You bit back a moan when Spencer curled his hips to thrust into you at a different angle. This stroke mercilessly hit that knot in your stomach, forcing a strangled noise out. 

“Don’t stop, Spencer!” You were surprised at how you were even able to put together a cohesive sentence since your brain felt like it was short circuiting. 

With Spencer’s curved thrusts, the knot in your stomach grew bigger and bigger. You even felt yourself clench around Spencer. He felt it, too and his head instantly lolled back in pleasure. His eyes rolled to the back of his head with him. Your skin felt prickly as sweat started dripping from your forehead. If you didn’t know any better, the generator was working again because the heat in the room was thick. Spencer’s strokes were growing slower in anticipation. You picked up the pace for him and made a conscious clench around him to help him reach his peak. 

“I can’t control myself, Y/N. I need to pull out now.” He sputtered.

You made an indistinct noise that communicated your disapproval. It was the only thing Spencer needed to hear to know that it was okay if he came. 

“Cum for me, baby.” You moaned, knowing you were going to follow close behind. 

He dug his nails into your hips, bringing you back to reality as if it was his way of pinching you to tell you it was real. From the pain of his hands clawing into you, you almost couldn’t feel him coming, until you felt it dribble down your inner thigh. Suddenly, it felt like his warm essence made electricity surge through your body and course through your veins. With a speed faster than light itself, the knot in your stomach released. You cried out as his seed mixed with your own and cascaded down like the relentless rain outside cascaded down the window. The euphoria of your orgasm brought you to a complete stop. 

“Holy fuck.” You swallowed hard. The inside of your mouth was dry from where it hung open for so long. 

Spencer was at a loss for words. His silence was so unfamiliar you had to giggle. 

“You okay?” You lifted yourself off of his lap to gain some clarity. He gulped hard. 

“Am I dreaming?” He sounded genuinely dazed and confused, it was adorable. 

Garcia’s glow in the dark toys helped you to find a box of tissues. You took one from the box and wiped yourself before pulling your skirt back down. Meanwhile, Spencer zipped up his pants and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Spencer,” You laughed a little. “You’re scaring me. Are you okay?”

He hadn’t changed his spot on the couch so you straddled his lap again, this time with more pure intentions.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck, while his hands rested on your hips again and his lips were pressing on your shoulder, leaving quick pecks. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He confessed against your skin. You leaned back so you could see his face and kept your hands behind his head to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. Enjoying your soothing touch, he closed his eyes and tilted his head to lay against your wrist. He was so precious like this. With Spencer’s head cocked to the side, a distinct beam of light was revealed. This time it was shining onto your face, almost like what it feels like when you accidentally walk past a projector screen and look at the projector light. In this instance though, the light wasn’t nearly as blinding. It was soft and ethereal. It lit up the rain falling on the other side of the window. It even displayed signs of steam coming from the inside. You could see condensation running down the pane. It had gotten so hot in here because of you two that steam was produced. That felt like some sort of accomplishment. You mirthlessly chuckled and leaned forward. With this sudden movement, your chest was pressing against Spencer’s. He was forced to lift his head back up from your wrist when he wanted to examine what you were doing. You leaned past the backrest of the couch and exhaled a hot breath onto the window to make it fog up. Spencer watched you do this over his shoulder, trying to figure out what you were doing. With the glass fogged up, you started drawing a heart with your index finger. You lazily shaded in the heart and looked back at Spencer to show off your creation. It wasn’t pretty by any means, but it meant something. 

Spencer pulled a hand away from your hip to use his fingers to add to the drawing. To the left of the heart, Spencer drew a vertical line with a dot above it, and then to the right of it he drew a small horseshoe shape. You pouted your lips when you finally got the message. 

i ♡ u

You looked at him before blowing another hot breath onto the already existing fog to extend it. You drew a number right beside it. 

i ♡ u 2

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

[jisungsplatforms]

[Chapter IV: You F*cking Minx!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, masterbation (m&f) (only implied this chapter), discussion of kinks, good old nudes & teasing Jisung ;)

Chapter Word Count: 2.8k (lol minus the emojis cause APPARENTLY, they count on docs)

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You were starting to think that touching yourself every night was rather unhealthy...

It’s been over a week since you and Jisung met—a week since the both of you started your unspoken arrangement. Breathing heavily, you laid limply on your untidy bed, the only source of light available was the moon’s rays peeking through your curtains. The lower half of your body was completely rid of any clothing; the only thing covering your skin were splotches of your essence. Your phone then lit up with a notification from ‘Hannie Bear’.

1 new message(s) from Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: u okay baby? do u wanna sleep now?

Using your unsoiled hand, you grabbed your phone and typed as best as you could.

Me: Nah, I still have a little bit of energy left in me

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: really? cool lol

let’s chat for a bit

Me: Sure. Just hold on for a sec

You sat up and wiped your hand on the towel laid under you. Swinging one of your legs off the bed, you used your toes to pick up your garments from the floor, and quickly put them on. Two new notifications from Jisung appeared on your screen. You read his messages as you threw your dirted towel onto the floor.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: aight.

actually you know what? just call me please!

You laid back down and tapped on his icon, which now consisted of a selfie of himself from when he ‘needed to use’ your phone a few days ago, at the top of your screen to switch to the call screen. Your phone rang several times before Jisung answered. Through the phone, you could hear the faint sound of rustling and a groan.

“Hey,” he greeted with a raspy voice. You instinctively smiled when you heard him.

“Hey.”

Jisung cleared his throat before speaking. “So I was wondering, since— ah wait. Sorry, my throat’s kinda...”

“No, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “You should get some water too! You know, cause— yeah. After all that.”

You laughed, heart warming at his consideration. “Yeah. Thanks!” Bringing your phone with you, you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. You set the call to speaker mode before putting your phone down to drink. Hearing the hilarious way Jisung took big gulps of water almost made you choke on your water.

He let out an over-exaggerated ‘ha!’ and said with a funny voice, “Refreshing!” Hearing your snort made Jisung smile. “Okay, so now that we’re both hydrated, I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking.” You hummed to acknowledge him. “So, you know how we’ve been doing this for almost two weeks now, right?”

“Yeah…?” You picked up your phone to go back to your room.

“Okay. Well, we never really talked about, you know, things that we like.”

“Things that we like?”

“Yeah! You know what I mean?”

‘Huh?’ You thought about it for a few seconds before realizing what he was talking about. “Ohh. Do you mean our kinks?”

“There! That.”

You scoffed playfully. “I knew this conversation was bound to happen.”

“Well, then spill, girl!” Jisung said flamboyantly. “Don’t keep me waiting!”

You giggled. “Weirdo,” you whispered, softly grunting when you plopped onto your bed. “Where do you want me to start?”

“I don’t know. I guess just tell me like, what role you like playing in bed, or if you don’t even use roles at all.”

“Well, we’ve masterbated together long enough for you to know that I don’t mind either; sex is sex and it should be enjoyable, whether or not there are sub/dom roles...but I do like being submissive.”

“Oh, right. Nice,” he snickered, “Okay, now what? Vanilla or Kinky?”

“Kinky, all that way.” Jisung wanted to laugh at how fast that answer came out. “Of course, there’s nothing wrong vanilla sex, in fact, it’s very much appreciated in this household.”

“Ahh. Someone of culture. I respect that.” The both of you chuckled. “So, what are some things you want to be done to you?”

“Like, receiving?” Jisung hummed in confirmation. “I guess I like being marked? And being praised and using pet names, but of course, who doesn’t?”

“I feel you, I feel you,” he nodded on the other side of the phone. “I like that too.”

“I also like being tied up.”

Jisung sat up, wide eyed. “Rope-bunny?!”

You guffawed, hearing him so shocked like that. “What? Surprising? Remember, no kink shaming!”

“No no! It’s not like that it’s just-” he sighed through puffed cheeks, “wow, that’s fucking hot.”

“Thanks,” you giggled. “But that’s only the beginning.”

“Shit, there’s more? Holy fuck— please tell me.”

“Overstimulation & edging, I think that’s fucking hot too.” You could hear Jisung’s breath hitch on the phone, making you smirk. “I also really like choking and being able to see myself getting fucked; I think there’s a name for it, but I forgot.”

Not hearing his reply, you snorted before continuing. “And I have the biggest breeding kink ever. You know what I say: the messier the sex, the better.” You stopped when you heard Jisung take a deep breath.

“Whoa, Y/n. I-” he signed. “Let me calm down before I pop another boner ‘cause of you.”

You felt a surge of pride run through you. “What? Too much?”

“Oh, fuck no. Just insanely hot.”

You laughed, adjusting yourself to lay on your stomach. “Too bad. There was still a lot more I wanted to say,” you grinned. “You should tell me what you like then, baby. I need to know how I could please you too.”

“Hmm,” he thought to himself for a while. “So you already know that I like filthy, kinky sex too and that I usually take up the dom role but if I have to be honest. I’ve always wanted to try subbing.”

“Really?” you smiled evilly. ‘How interesting’

“Yup. I mean, I like being babied, so I think I’d really like it.”

“Oh? Would you like to try it sometime, baby boy?”

The line went dead silent for a while, filling you with worry. All of a sudden, when you were about to ask Jisung if he was okay, he whimpered. “Please?” he muttered, and you swore you could already see him pouting. Now it was your turn to take a deep breath.

“Hold on, baby boy. We both just finished touching ourselves not too long ago. Let’s do this another time.”

“Aww...Boo. You’re no fun,” Jisung’s usual cheeky self returned.

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, but I already came 3 times tonight. Let my vagina rest, Sung.”

“Fair,” he laughed. “Does that mean I get to sub next time?”

“Hm… If you’re nice to me, then yes.”

“Oh baby, you know i’ll be the best behavior if it means getting topped by you.”

Instead of feeling horny, you only felt playfulness behind his words. “Good. I’ll be sure to give my baby a treat tomorrow then.” Jisung cheered giddily, fueling your own amusement. “By the way, what’s with the kink talk? I mean, I knew it was gonna come eventually but still.”

You couldn’t see it, but Jisung shrugged at your question. “Well, if we’re gonna be together, then I need to know everything about you that you enjoy.” Your face dropped, your chest swelling in adoration and alarm. Not hearing a response from you made him panic. “Uh- unless you don’t wanna be a thing! That-that’s fine too...i guess, w-whatever! I just—!”

Jisung stopped when he heard you giggle. “You’re so cute, Sung.” You softly said in content. “It’s getting late, baby. I’ll see you in the morning, hm?”

“Y-yeah! See you in Jung’s class, baby!”

You ended the call then slid your phone under your pillow. Pulling your blanket all the way up to your chin, you squirmed around until you were comfortable enough to sleep. The only thing in your mind was Jisung and how much your relationship with him developed way too fast. It was a little...frightening for your fragile heart.

2nd Period; Mrs. Jung’s Renaissance Literature class. Probably the most boring class ever. Everyday, you regret ever signing up for it.

You begrudgingly walked to class, purposely taking small, slow steps so you don’t have to be there on time. However, as boring as the class is, the only reason why you find it tolerable is because it is the only class you share with Jisung. Looking up, you found yourself in front of your Literature class, much to your dismay. Grumbling, you stepped inside the room to find Jisung already at his (now) usual place at the back of the class, right beside you. ‘Weird,’ you thought, seeing how it’s usually you who comes to class before him. Jisung looked up, feeling eyes on him from the front of the class, and smiled when he saw it was just you. He gestured for you to come over to him; your heart racing as you stepped closer to him.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted happily, watching you take your seat beside him.

“Hi, Sungie,” you replied, setting your camera bag onto the floor under your legs and taking your laptop out of your bag. Feeling Jisung staring at you, you tched jokingly. “Am I that attractive that you can’t keep your eyes off of me?” you laughed. What you didn’t expect, however, was Jisung’s blunt response.

“Yes.”

“O-oh? Uh…”

“I thought I made it clear that I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said truthfully, giving you a bright smile. Your eyes were wide, face heating up at his straight-forwardness. He threw you a flirty wink and chuckled, going back to sit up straight at his own seat. Flustered, you hid your face with your hoodie, tightening the drawstrings to further conceal your blush. From beside you, you could hear Jisung snort, trying not to laugh at you. Before you could scold him, the bell rang and Mrs. Jung entered the class.

Jisung’s drowsy eyes wandered the whole room for the umpteenth time. His ears only shut out the mundane information his instructor was teaching. Something about a Scottish poet named George Lauder being responsible for the advancement of the steel industry or whatever? ‘Man, what does that have to do with the renaissance era?’ It’s only been 30 minutes since the class started and he already wanted to get out of here. No matter how hard he tried focusing on the lesson, the words only went through one ear and out the other. Needless to say, it way too uninteresting for him to retain anything.

His eyes then traveled to your hunched form. He had to resist the urge to pull out his phone and take a picture of your cute face all scrunched up in concentration, your figure engulfed by the oversized purple hoodie you were wearing. In the midst of his ogling, Jisung felt a gentle kick on his right leg. His eyes focused to finally notice you side eyeing him. It was as if you were telling him ‘pay attention or else’. All he did was grin and continued gawking at you.

You rolled your eyes, deciding to not mind him and try paying attention to Mrs. Jung; even if you yourself thought the class was boring as hell. You then feel a warm hand on your left thigh. Since it was just Jisung, you shrugged his hand off of you and typed in the shared doc you both created just to talk in this class. You typed:

‘What are you doing?’

Leaning over to his own screen, Jisung read the message on his laptop then replied.

‘babe i’m sorry but i’m so fucking bored’

‘Me too, but you gotta pay attention, baby boy’

‘hmm i love it when you call me baby boy ;)’

You side-glanced him with a ‘are you serious?’ look while he merely smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as if it would seduce you.

‘Funny. Don’t you dare get horny in the middle of class, Han Jisung!’

‘:)’

Jisung made a quiet sputtering noise as he put his head down onto the table. From the corner of your eyes, you could see him fiddling his platform sneakers with his feet. You restrained yourself from laughing at him. He looked exactly like an annoyed kid on the verge of throwing a tantrum. You shook your head. ‘The poor man is really trying’

Sneakily sliding your phone into your pocket, you stood up from your seat, the chair making a slight screech, catching Jisung’s—as well several other students’— brief attention, to head to the front of the class. Signing your name into the ‘restroom log’, you briefly pointed to the door when you made eye contact with Mrs. Jung, and went to the restroom. You grinned to yourself, thinking about how Jisung would react to his little gift.

The painfully bored boy watched as you left the room. He pouted, his boredom only increased tenfold without you. He went back to his laptop, clicking on another tab to do something, when he felt his phone vibrate from his back pocket. He jolted. ‘Who the hell would text me while I’m in the middle of class?’ Jisung slowly took out his phone to check his notifications. Seeing your name on the screen, he stared in confusion.

‘Y/n? What’re you doing?’ Glancing to see if Mrs. Jung could see him, he unlocked his phone to read your message.

My baby 💘: Remember what I said last night?

Many thoughts, none of which were pg, raced through his mind. ‘What exactly are you talking about?’ He adjusted his keyboard to properly type with one hand.

Me: depends

are we talking about me subbing or your “gift”?

My baby 💘: Hmm sure. You’ll see 😉

Jisung nearly let out an audible ‘huh?’ because of your rather cryptic message. Not wanting to get caught, he hid his phone between his legs and waited for your next text. After almost a minute, this phone vibrated again. Big Mistake…

Strike 1!

‘God, Han Jisung, you fucking idiot!’ The shock unintentionally sent waves of pleasure between his legs, almost coaxing out a whimper from his mouth. He cleared throat, trying to ignore the erection that was threatening to pop up, and inconspicuously took his phone.

Strike 2!

If Jisung died at that very moment, then he wouldn’t even be mad. No regrets or anger whatsoever for his eyes was blessed with the most salacious photo of yourself. There you were, sweater pulled up to show off the lacy red bra that adorned your breasts—your arms deliberately squeezing them together to make them even more tempting than they already are—and pants pulled down enough to show a cheeky glimpse of the matching set of panties hugging your hips. Jisung swore he could feel his blood rushing to his dick and nose; he even went as far as wiping it in case he really did get a nosebleed.

‘Y/n, you minx...’’

Me: baby…

what you’re doing is very dangerous for the both of us

My baby 💘: Oh? Are you sure you didn’t forget what we talked about, baby boy

Jisung anxiously looked back and forth from his phone to his teacher. He covered his mouth when you sent another shameless nude to him. Now it was a picture of your hands cupping your breasts, your bra unclasped, threatening to slide off your shoulders. How you managed to take the photo was beyond Jisung’s comprehension. Though, now that he’s as turned on as a horny 13 year old boy on a porn site for the very first time, it’s safe to say that there was nothing on his mind except you, and you only.

He set his keyboard back to its default mode and put his head down, fingers hastily tapping on his phone to reply.

Me: come on baby

please don’t do this to me

i’m hard. i really popped a boner in the middle of class…

this is fucking embarrassing

Jisung just knew that you were laughing at him, finding great joy in his predicament. He subtly adjusted himself to do something about his hard-on. ‘So fucking embarrassing’ He blushed, biting his lip. He silently prayed to whatever deity out there that his erection was unnoticeable through his sweatpants; he was so grateful that you two sat at the back of the class. His phone buzzed again, it was another message from you.

Strike 3!

He’s out…

My baby 💘: It’s mommy for you today, baby boy 😉😉

Above was a picture of you...Bra hanging from your mouth...Your pearly teeth biting down on one of the straps...Pants off...Panties moved to the side...Showing off your dripping core to the camera...Your fingers threatening to slide inside your core…

Somebody please help this poor man. He might get a heart attack because of you. And if he doesn’t die from that, then it might be because of the rage of sexual frustration he felt when you came back with a seemingly innocent smile on your face. Jisung was just lucky nobody noticed his hard cock throbbing the rest of the session. More importantly, thank god Mrs. Jung is an oblivious old woman.

‘Y/n L/n, you FUCKING MINX!’

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