#and then it cut off n i thought that was the funniest fucking thing of all time. just been waiting all day to read what the aks said

[slagclaren]

*banging pots and pans* ROLEX 24 JENSON!!!!!!! CAN I HEAR A HELL YEAH FOR ROLEX 24 JENSON

NO WAYYYYY!!!! ON JENSON DOCU DAY?!!! HEEEEEEEELLLLL YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH

[rafecameronssl4t]

Thinkin’ bout me || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

gif by @chenslucy

Summary: inspired by the lyrics of “thinkin’ bout me” Morgan Wallen 🤗🤗

Warnings: slight angst ig

Word count: 1,964

A/n: I rlly wanna do one with a Zach Bryan song but the ideas aren’t coming to me 😔

MASTERLIST

divider by @h-aewo

Don't know where you at, don't know where you've been. Don't know nothin' 'bout that boy you're into.

It had been two months since you’d left, pulling yourself out of Rafe’s orbit so completely that he’d almost started to believe you’d vanished for good. Then tonight, here you were, mingling at the yacht party like nothing had happened.

Only now, an unfamiliar blonde had his arm wrapped casually around your waist, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against your hip as you leaned in close to hear him over the music, a bright, carefree smile lighting up your face. Rafe’s stomach twisted at the sight.

He couldn’t hear what you were saying, but he could see the way you laughed at something the guy said, your head tipping back as if his words were the funniest thing you’d heard all night. The version of you he saw now felt almost foreign to him—like he’d been replaced by someone who wasn’t weighed down by your shared past.

Maybe you really were happier, but seeing you with someone else so soon cut deeper than he’d anticipated. It was the smile that got to him the most—the one he remembered as his—now aimed at someone else.

Don't feel bad for you, but I feel bad for him. And all the hell you gon' be puttin' him through. Probably tell him we're a burnt out flame. Probably tell him that I ain't been on your mind. How I ain't nothin' but a long gone thing. You can cuss my name, but baby, don't you lie

The unfamiliar blonde looked wildly out of place in the gleaming luxury of the yacht party, as though he’d just wandered into the wrong scene altogether. He had a wholesome air about him that felt like it belonged more to a Kildare bonfire than this slick, exclusive gathering. Rafe’s jaw clenched as he watched the guy, wondering what you could possibly see in someone so blatantly average.

“Who are you staring at?” Topper’s voice broke into his thoughts, a teasing chuckle in his tone as he followed Rafe’s gaze. He spotted you almost immediately, his eyebrows lifting in mild surprise. “Oh. She looks good—”

“Shut the fuck up, man. Don’t wanna hear it,” Rafe muttered, not breaking his stare. He didn’t need anyone telling him how good you looked; he already knew. Topper just threw his hands up, backing off with a smirk. Before Topper could throw in another comment, you shifted, turning around just enough to spot him.

Rafe’s lips curled into a smirk, catching the way you froze for a split second and in that instant, he saw the flicker of nerves in your expression. Rafe’s lips curled into a smirk, watching the way you subtly fidgeted under his stare. He could practically see the wheels turning in your mind as you quickly turned back to the guy beside you.

The blonde followed your gaze, catching sight of Rafe and Topper watching. His expression tightened just slightly, his eyes darting back to Rafe every few seconds, clearly trying to size him up. Rafe’s smirk widened; he knew exactly what was going through the guy’s mind. You were probably telling him some watered-down version of what you and Rafe had been—a burnt-out flame, a chapter you’d left behind.

Maybe you were painting Rafe as the villain, the one you’d gotten over, glossing over the parts that didn’t fit. Even cussing him out just to make it seem like you’d moved on. But he saw right through it. He knew the kind of hell you’d probably put this guy through, the stories you’d tell him, the ways you’d pretend you’d forgotten.

He’d been in your life long enough to know you, and he couldn’t help but feel sorry for this poor bastard. He didn’t feel bad for you—not anymore. But for the guy who thought he’d won you over? Rafe almost pitied him. He had no idea the hell you’d eventually put him through, just like you’d put Rafe through.

When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me? When you're ridin' where he's drivin', are you missin' my street?

Rafe’s eyes lingered on you, the smirk slipping into something colder as he watched you lean closer to the blonde, your laughter ringing out over the music. But he saw right through it. He knew you well enough to pick up on the tiny tells—the way you glanced over your shoulder just slightly, probably checking if he was still watching.

You were putting on a show, and he knew it. He could almost picture it: you, lifting a drink to your lips, tasting the same burn of bourbon he used to pour you, and wondering if it would ever hit the same. Or maybe it was later, on some midnight drive as the blonde took you back home, the car turning down familiar roads but never quite the right ones. He could almost feel that ache settling in you when his road, the one leading up to Tannyhill, passed by without a pause.

You might be so close, just one turn away, and yet still missing that feeling of belonging you’d only ever felt pulling into his place, the street you’d once called home. He could feel Topper glancing his way, but he didn’t care, didn’t let up. He wanted to make sure you knew he was still there, that he was watching you, and that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t just erase him. Not from those old habits, not from those half-forgotten memories that clung to you like shadows.

And even as you turned back to the blonde, pretending you didn’t care, he could tell. Somewhere, deep down, he knew you’d feel that same hollow ache—the same one he was feeling right now—whenever you tasted what he was drinking or found yourself driving down a street that just didn’t feel the same.

Every time you close your eyes, tell me, who do you see. Comin' over tonight, wish that truck in your drive was mine. Just like you know it's supposed to be

Every time you closed your eyes, he wondered if it was his face you still saw, if memories of him filled those moments you tried to shut out. He imagined you lying awake, maybe with that blonde by your side, but when you let your guard down, it wasn’t him you’d see. It was Rafe, pulling up to your place, the sound of his truck rumbling in the driveway as he walked up to your door, familiar and steady as if he’d never left.

He could picture it so clearly—his truck parked outside, headlights washing over your front porch, the way he’d make himself at home in your space without a second thought. Rafe knew you could pretend all you wanted, but when you closed your eyes, he’d be there, waiting in those memories you could never quite shake. And somewhere, deep down, he knew you’d feel that pang of regret every time you wished that truck in your drive was his.

When you're up in his bed, am I up in your head? Making you crazy, tell me, baby, are you thinkin' 'bout me?

He couldn’t help but wonder if, in those quiet hours of the night, when you were lying beside him, it was his name that slipped into your mind uninvited. When you were up in that guy’s bed, was it him who filled your thoughts instead—if the memory of his hands, his voice, his presence stayed just beneath the surface, making it impossible to forget. He wanted to know if he’d left a mark, lingering even now, pushing you to the edge of madness as you tried to convince yourself you’d moved on.

Rafe moved in quietly, blending into the crowd, making his way closer as he watched the blonde step away, leaving you alone for the first time all night. He didn’t hesitate, just closed the distance, eyes fixed on you with that knowing look you’d tried to ignore. Reaching for a glass, he pretended to pour himself a drink, but his attention was fully on you, his voice low and taunting.

“Tell me, baby,” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear, “are you thinkin’ ’bout me?” The words hung in the air between you, his gaze steady, daring you to look away. He didn’t need to say anything else. The challenge was in his eyes, his tone, the slight smirk playing at his lips as he watched your reaction. He knew he was under your skin, that no matter how hard you tried, memories of him had a way of creeping back. And now, standing close enough to feel the tension humming between you, he was waiting, pushing just enough to make you wonder if he’d ever really left your thoughts.

You swallowed, eyes narrowing as you tried to brush off the effect he still had on you. But the heat of his presence was unmistakable, almost magnetic, pulling you into that familiar territory you’d been trying so hard to avoid. His eyes searched yours, unreadable, but you caught the flicker of something darker beneath the surface—a mixture of anger, curiosity, maybe even the smallest hint of longing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, keeping your voice steady, forcing a smile that you hoped would mask the way your pulse quickened. But Rafe’s smirk only grew, as if he could see right through your act. He leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed against your ear, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Sure, keep tellin’ yourself that.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in as he stared at you side profile before chuckling to himself.

“But we both know who’s really on your mind tonight.” You felt a shiver roll down your spine, his proximity making it impossible to ignore the pull between you, the way his presence filled every corner of your mind despite the months apart. He lingered there, eyes never leaving yours, daring you to deny it, to keep pretending he was just a part of your past.

“You look good,” he added, voice soft, with just the slightest edge. “But maybe that’s ’cause I remember how you used to look at me.” The words hit harder than you’d like, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that left no room for anything else. You wanted to come up with something quick, something sharp to throw back at him. But for a second, you just stood there, caught in the moment, feeling the weight of every memory between you—the late nights, the laughter, the arguments, the way he’d looked at you like no one else ever had.

[camilyscove]

A LOVE UNLIKE ANY OTHER . JJ MAYBANK ꩜

trope : enemies to lovers .

genre : fluff . ꩜

summary : you start having your doubts about whether jj really was the worst person you met after the pogues lock you in a room together .

IT NEVER OCCURRED TO YOU how much you actually liked jj. it pained you to admit such a thing, even if it was just in your head.

ever since you and jj met, there was a rivalry between you two. the other pogues didn't understand why, and as much as they tried to make you two get along, it never worked.

you were at a party when you first met jj, and you had been trying to find your friend, kie, when some drunk dude stumbled into you, his drink spilling onto your shirt.

you hitched your breath, muttering out a small 'shit,' when you looked up at the boy.

it was strange, but you felt your chest tighten. your heartrate picked up, and you couldn't rip your eyes away from him. he was so.. perfect, with those ocean blue eyes of his and his dimples that you found absolutely adorable. you wanted to be the one to make those dimples appear in a laugh, wanted to look into those gorgeous eyes of his and just admire them. and his hands. you wanted to lace your fingers through his—

"damn, my fault, mamacita," he said sarcastically. he was dazed, and his eyes were clouded. you blinked, giving him a look of disbelief.

"this top was $50," you deadpanned, your heart dropping to your stomach. you looked down at the stain you knew wasn't going to come off, biting your lip nervously. he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he placed a hand on your shoulder for balance.

"well, obviously you're a kook, so just buy another one." you stared at him, suddenly all those thoughts about how beautiful he looked disappeared. the only thought you had now was to not beat the living shit out of him.

"I bought it with my own money," you informed, pushing his hand off you shoulder. he squinted at you, as if he were trying to detect any sincerity in your sober eyes. "just because my family is rich, doesn't mean that I use my parents money to buy all my stuff."

"nahhhh," he trailed off, a stupid smile painting across his face. "all of y'all kooks are fuckin' lazy, 'ya feel me? us pogues gotta work our asses off, while you guys don't have to work for shit." his words were slurring together, and he laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

you knew this guy was definitely out of it, that he didn't understand what the hell he was saying. but you still took it personally. you were tired of everyone assuming you were some rich little spoiled princess that got everything she wanted, because it wasn't true. your parents worked hard to support your family. it wasn't like they just pulled all the money they made out of their ass, and you didn't just throw their money away for unnecessary things.

you actually worked at the country club; you were a cart girl and would waitress from time to time. your parents wanted you to learn that you would have to work for the things you wanted, too; that they wouldn't just hand you money when you wanted it.

"since you seem pretty fucking slow, i'm gonna let you know that I actually work at the country club to pay for the shit I want, but i dont blame you for not knowing, because obviously you've never been there," you bit back, and he knit his eyebrows at you.

"i'm slow? who the fuck do you think you are?"

"yes, you're very slow, you dumb fucking blond--"

right before you could finish, kie came up beside you.

"hey, jayj, i see you met—“ she cut herself off as she took in the tension between you two. “jj?” she said, looking at the boy who was fuming. she turned to you, a questioning look on her face. "what happened?"

you inhaled deeply, staring up at the boy who had your patience running thin. "this drunk ass dude spilled his drink on me, and he started calling me a lazy kook who uses my parents money to buy shit," you said lowly, not breaking eyes contact with him once.

"he's drunk, y/n. he has no idea what he's talking about--"

"drunk words speak sober thoughts. you've said it yourself."

she blinked, sighing before muttering an apology on your behalf to the jj guy before pulling you away. she scolded you for arguing with him, saying that he was actually cool if you just got to meet him, that he was drunk and was just saying things off the top of his head. you scoffed and shook your head, refusing to listen to any of her excuses about her friend.

from then on, your relationship between jj was composed of insults thrown at one another and situations where the pogues had to hold you back from swinging at the dude.

even though jj made it clear he had a deep hatred for you, you were still accepted into the group as one of them. they respected how you understood what hard-work was and that you actually made an effort to actually have the things you owned, rather than just begging your parents for money.

it had been two years since the first interaction between you and jj, except now the pogues were done with your shit. they despised how one of you just had to start something up, causing a whole argument to spark up between the two of you. so they came up with a plan.

you were laying flat on your stomach on your bed, reading a book as you listened to the waves crashing against the shore in the background, the result of leaving your window open. your phone began to ring, and you put the book down before answering the call. it was john b.

"yo, we're all going to meet up at the château in like, 10 minutes," you heard him say on the other end of the phone. you sighed, turning to lay on your back.

"i'm on lockdown from sneaking out last time."

"when are you not?" he said with a laugh, and you rolled your eyes.

"y'know what? fuck it. my parents are probably asleep, anyway. my brother will cover for me if they wake up and notice i'm gone, " you said, standing up to pull your shoes on.

"alright, see 'ya later."

he hung up, and you slid your window all the way open. you jumped onto the tree right next to your window, climbing down the ladder before hitting the ground and getting into your new car. you drove away, praying that this would be a lucky time you didn't get caught.

when you finally arrived at the château, you padded up the steps of the porch before swinging the door open, met by surprise as someone grabbed you from behind. you immediately elbowed them in the chest, making them loosen their grip, and before you could hurt them any further, two other people got a hold of you. you tried to scream, but they covered your mouth and dragged you to the back of the château.

"sorry, babes, but we have to do it," you heard kie's voice say. your voice of suprise and confusion was muffled beneath john b's hand.

you were pushed into big john's office, the door locking behind you.

you slammed your fists against the door, screaming for kie and john b and pope to let you out. you were so focused onto getting out of the room that you didn't notice jj sitting on the other side of the room.

"they're not gonna open it, dumbass."

his voice caught you by surprise, and you turned to see him spinning around in big john's chair. you scoffed.

of course.

"you're not leaving until you guys become friends!" you heard pope say from the other side of the door.

"besties," kie corrected, her voice a whisper.

"I'm not saying besties," he protested.

"you have to say besties," john b confirmed, and you heard more aggravated whispers until pope finally caved in.

"until you guys become besties!" you heard kie laughing as pope said, "there, you happy?"

"no way they locked me in a room with you," you said, your jaw going slack as you stared at him in disgust.

"trust me, i'm not any happier than you are, miss kook princess"

"this is the most betrayed i've ever felt in all my seventeen years of living."

"that's a pretty long time."

you looked around before rushing to the windows, but before you could even try to get them open, jj spoke up. "they're painted shut. no way out of this one, mamacita."

"how many times have I told you not to call me that?"

"I dunno."

"exactly. too many times to count, dickhead." he began to go on a rant about how improper it was for you to say such a thing. you sighed and slid down the wall, leaning your head against it as you closed your eyes. now you had to listen to his voice for— God knows how long.

it was a nightmare.

you couldn’t believe you had snuck out again just to be locked into a room with jj— did the pogues not understand that you were already on thin ice with your parents?

about an hour had passed, and jj was still talking about anything that came up on his mind. it irritated you, and you had just about enough when he started to sing.

“jj, can you just shut the fuck up?” you snapped. he looked up at you, a little surprised at the intensity in your voice.

“like, i know the other pogues aren’t the only ones that are tired of this back-and-forth shit.”

jj looked up, meeting your eyes from across the room where you sat next to the door. he had a little doubt in his eyes, and he hesitated for a minute before standing up and moving to sit down next to you.

you knitted your eyebrows together, confused about the close proximity. jj looked down at you, silent as he observed the all-too-familiar features he liked to secretly trace with his eyes when you weren’t looking.

“i…”

you had no idea where this was going.

“i’m sorry.”

you blinked. “what?”

“i said i’m sorry. i’ve always kind-of been a dick to you,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as he avoided eye-contact.

“kind-of is an understatement.” he shot you a playful glare, and you laughed. “i should be apologizing, too, jj. i made things much more serious than they needed to be.”

jj locked eyes with you, and suddenly you felt that feeling again. that first emotion when you first saw him at that party.

you seemed to finally remember how gorgeous he was, with his sea-ridden beach-blond hair that fell onto his forehead perfectly and those sweet blue eyes. they looked dazed, just like they did at the party, except he wasn’t high or drunk. he was with you.

to him, it felt the same. even better, actually.

“look— i gotta be honest, okay?” he started, nervously biting his fingernails. you nodded. “all that stuff i said about you being a kook was.. well, it was just me trying to be a jerk. i don’t actually think of you as one of them. y-you’re a pogue. one of us.”

“thank you,” you said quietly, a small smile painting across your face.

“and— i never hated you. i just didn’t want to confront my feelings because i don’t do feelings. so i made myself think that you were a bitch and—“

“wait, what?”

he stopped, and you felt like the weights had been lifted off you shoulders. it wasn’t just you?

”feelings? what do you mean by that?”

jj’s eyes widened, and he took a deep breath as he ran a hand through his hair. “fuck i— i said to much, okay? just.. ignore what i said—“

but before he could finish his anxious rambling, you cupped his jaw with your palm before leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips.

it was mind-altering. you had always dreamed that this would happen, but then you’d kick yourself for thinking such a thing. now, you realized it wasn’t such a stupid thought as jj kissed you back.

you finally pulled away to catch your breath, and you laughed softly. jj had the biggest grin on his face; like a little kid waking up the morning of christmas.

“you—“

“yeah, jj. i like you, too,” you whispered, grabbing one of his hands and lacing your fingers through them just like you wanted to at that party.

“you’re not just doing this so that you can leave this room?”

you gave jj a look, and he laughed. “yeah, i am, actually. i kissed you because i want to leave this room that badly.”

“hey, what are we gonna tell the pogues?” he asked. you shrugged.

“i have no idea.”

“what if we just, like, smooched in front of them? y’know, a lot.”

“please never say smooch again.” he frowned. “and you’re just saying that because you wanna kiss me again.”

“you know me too well,” he breathed out before leaning in to kiss you one more time. he then pulled you up with him off the floor, about to bang on the door and tell the rest of the pogues that you guys made up. but he stopped himself, turning to look at you.

“can i be your boyfriend?” he asked, a nervous waver in his voice. you smiled, taking a minute to gaze at his face before nodding and squeezing his hand.

“of course, jj.”

and this time, he didn’t have to look for the sincerity in your eyes.

authors note : this is my first fanfic so any constructive criticism would be appreciated ! thank you for reading . 💞

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

I’m Stuck! | Ettore Crackfic

Summary: Ettore happens upon you, completely stuck in the doors of the Box and will help you out on one condition | Word Count : 1.1k~ | Warnings below the cut~

A/N: you should all completely blame @ewanmitchellcrumbs​ for this bc this is...something man (but also loved that u peer pressured me into this). I’m not even gonna put my taglist here, saving you all cos truly idek what to say lol, this is going deep on the masterlist <3 ily 

Warnings: terrible dialogue, porn-level sex, stuck!trope, ass slapping, p in v sex, creampie

Nobody told him that being stuck on a weird prison spaceship would make a man indecently horny 24/7.

 The last few times Ettore had ventured down to the Box, it had been occupied. So he was made to wait to have a wank.

 What decent man has to wait just to tug the flesh snake? he thinks, as he makes his way down the ladder, huffing a sigh, knowing that it’s likely to be occupied again.

 He swings his arms as he walks towards the device nestled in the corner of the dark hallway, his eyes on his feet. It’s been probably a solid…few hours since he last had a tug, so he’s likely to be pent up again.

 He stops right in his tracks when his eyes meet the funniest fucking thing he’s seen in a while.

 It’s just a body without a head and shoulders, an ass poking out of the Box’s doors. He barely even recognises her without seeing her face, but her annoyed sounds give it away.

 “What the fuck are you doing?” he laughs, probably the first genuine smile he’s cracked in a while.

 Her hands struggle with the sides of the automated door that are pressed against her middle, “What does it fucking look like! I’m stuck, you idiot!”

 A half-restrained chuckle leaves him, before it evolves into genuine hysterical laughter. The kind that makes tears cover his eyes and makes his stomach hurt.

 "Will you shut the fuck up and help me?" She says, annoyed. He can imagine how embarrassed she must look, though he can’t see her face.

 He wipes his eyes, composing himself, "You know what? I'm tempted not to. This is too funny"

 She grunts annoyed, still trying to pull her top half free from the doors. God, it’d be so easy to help her. Push one button and the doors would open. It’s like those horrible pornos he used to watch where some girl would be stuck head first in a washing machine or something. And her ‘step-brother’ would happen upon her.

 He bites his lip at the thought. And feels his dick get hard.

 Maybe there was an alternative to the Box.

 A more, fulfilling one.

 She tenses up notably, when he presses his clothed erection against her ass, “That better not be what I think it is”

 He laughs, “It’s certainly not a fucking rocket, I can tell you that”

 She pushes her hips back in an attempt to make him go away, but it only encourages him further as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of her sweatpants.

 “Hey, if you let me have some fun, I’ll help you out. Deal?” he says, taking advantage of the fact she can’t see the shit-eating grin on his face.

 She huffs, annoyed at the situation she’s been put in.

 Then again. Would it really be so bad? Ettore isn’t bad on the eyes. There are definitely worse prisoners to happen upon her in this horrendous scenario, she can’t complain much that it’s him.

 “Fine” she huffs, “But no funny business”

 He grins, “Funny is my middle name”

 “Yeah right, somehow I doubt tha-ow!” she’s cut off her sentence as he pulls her sweatpants over her ass and delivers a wide firm slap to the skin there, “I didn’t say you could do that!”

 “Too bad” he snickers, “Guess you can’t do anything about it”

 He drags two digits through her folds, finding her already wet. He can feel how she tenses up at his touch and can imagine how she’s holding her lips between her teeth, to not give him the satisfaction of knowing she likes it.

 “All this for me?” he grins.

 “You wish. I just used the Box, you idiot”

 He shrugs. A pussy is a pussy, he supposes. Better than his fist.

 He plunges into her, filling her to the hilt with his cock and moaning loudly when he reaches her end, completely burying himself inside her. God when was the last time he fucked a woman? He genuinely couldn’t remember. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of a woman’s pussy, he thinks. And now he’s had another taste of it, he really doesn’t want to let it go.

 But hey ho, he might as well have fun with it while he can.

 With most of Ettore’s sexual knowledge coming from porn, unreliable mates and a…not so great past, he doesn’t really know how women work. Just put your cock in a move it around right? There’s supposed to be an orgasm involved somewhere as well, but like fuck if he knows how to do that.

 If they can’t cum from that, how else are they meant to?

 Oh well.

 He fucks her quickly, he’s so beyond pent up and his hands venture higher to grip her waist underneath the shirt she’s wearing, pulling her body back onto his cock as quickly as he’s railing her.

 He can’t deny, it does feel damn good to have a woman.

 God, I sound like such a fucking virgin when I say that, he thinks.

 Ew. Feelings. No. Back to fucking.

 He can hear her small little whines and breaths echo into the Box, muffled somewhat by the door that is stuck around her ribs. And he can tell she’s trying not to be too loud.

 Was this the elusive orgasm? She sounds like a bird in pain or something.

 He feels his own orgasm creep up on him sooner than anticipated, having not wanked for a good few hours before this happened. So with a pitiful moan and the twitching of his hips, he cums deep inside her. He kind of hoped he wouldn’t cum too quick, partly because he was enjoying fucking her so much and also because he hopes she won’t make fun of him later for it.

 After he’s done and all tuckered out, the poor thing, he pulls his softening cock out of her, mourning the loss of her warmth for a moment, before tucking himself away. He feels his heart going so fast in his chest he has to brace against a wall to keep himself standing, with his eyes closed, replaying what just happened in his head, keeping it for the wank bank later.

 Almost so entranced he doesn’t realise that she’s turned her torso, so she can easily slide out of the door she was previously ‘stuck’ in, slipping out without so much as a complaint.

 She smoothes down her clothes with a content sigh and pulls her sweatpants back up over her hips, using her palms to make sure her hair doesn’t look awry.

 He looks at her, mouth open in shock, his dick still warm and his blood running cold. But she simply shrugs and gives him a smile.

 “Thanks. Washing machine next time, yeah?” she says before turning on her heel and sauntering off, looking far too pleased with herself. She leaves Ettore utterly speechless in the hallway next to the Box, with the doors now shut without her stuck in them.

 What. The. Fuck.

 Next time?

 It really is like those pornos.

dividers by firefly-graphics

[kokushibouthings]

Their reactions to you having the most foul, and horrendous laugh ever

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Content: SFW/Funny, fluff maybe?, Uppermoons n muzan, Gender Neutral reader

Pairing/s: Character I mentioned above x Reader

Authors note: Got this idea from @weskerspersonalcunt (very interesting user🤔) also idk if I should cringe or laugh from this I have mixed emotions with what I write

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As you two were having a peaceful conversation... Kind of.

He offered to drink tea with you outside at some random place when it turned night. It had a pretty beautiful scenery.

It was pretty awkward, till you tried to crack a joke but happened to end up be the one laughing at it instead..

As you were basically wheezing, it started to sound like you were a dying donkey hyperventilating

"BWAAAHHAAHAHAAHAHHA, AHHH... EEEEAAAAAAEEEEHH" He stared at you, his mouth slightly agape in absolute shock followed with confusion as a hand slowly raised up from underneath the table, reaching out for you...

"Uu...hmmm... ha, ha, ha?" Suddenly you stopped wheezing, being the one to stare with confusion with him instantly turning to look down at the ground somehow embarrassed.

You were doing some sort of meditation lesson with this cheery hot idiot, and again. It was weird as fuck.

You couldn't take his calm serious voice as he was always the jokester and cheerful one seriously ...and kept trying to contain yourself from bursting out laughing...

Until he said something in probably somehow the funniest tone ever.

"Inhale.. Exhale... Now anyway. Next ste–" The sudden cut off of the inhaling steps, again somehow made the balloon inside of you pop.

You let out a type of squeal, which almost sounded like a tea kettle boiling as you pounded on the wooden floors frantically before him

"...Huh? Are you okay, my child?" His eyebrows furrowed in more of a confused yet sad way... "I–I'M SORRY... AAAEEEHHhhh.. I CAN'T. I JUST CANT–"

You pounded on the wooden floor some more before collapsing on to the ground still wheezing, he was completely confused.

He couldn't tell if you were mocking him or just randomly thought of some weird shit.

When you burst out laughing like absolute crazy, his eyes widened, eyebrows slightly furrowing with his lips slightly parting showing his teeth...

The only thing that went through his mind was; what the fuck is that sound..?

"What the actual fuck is wrong with your laugh." Sternly said, you tried to control your laughter but you just couldn't...

He sighed, his hand pressed against his forehead. "Whatever.. Lets just sleep. I'm tired..."

It was clear he was annoyed by that laugh but he didn't actually want to act super pissed at his beloved partner...

As you were still wheezing trying to stop, he was also trying..to sleep in peace.

And the reason you were laughing, was cause of some stupid story he told earlier..

[kooksbunnnn]

Lost cause? 4.5: Would she hate me for this?

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Authors note: This scene is from Jungkook's pov from the last few paragraphs of chapter 4. I wanted to keep the thoughts he had while this scene happened in a separate chapter, so enjoy, ily🩷

Note: The part that's marked in blue is still in Y/N's pov and is also underlined in blue in chapter four if you wanna trace back the starting of this chapter in the previous one.

Words: 2.6k words approx

Any kind of warnings? Yes, maybe: a heartbreaking kiss and both of them being bad at communication. Jungkook's inner thoughts. Angst. Infidelity mentions. Therapy mentions psychological thoughts regarding guilt and love and hurt and comfort, and love.

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"How did I know? How about, why didn't I know?" You raise your voice slightly, and he shuts the door so that your parents don't get their sleep interrupted, tilting slightly towards the entrance, your bed not being that far from the door.

She asked me why I didn't tell her? What could I even tell her? That I didn't wanna make my already cheated-on wife who's carrying our baby with a broken heart that was caused by me. The wife who thinks too much for her own good. Tell her that I rejected my dream job - our dream job - because I found her and our baby to be more important at the moment? So that she could probably find herself the reason for it, fuck no.

"Y/N I am sorr-" she cuts me off as I apologize again.

"Sorry? How many things are gonna be okay just because you apologize, Jungkook?! It was your dream. You worked so hard for it.." she says as her tears fall and my heart rips apart at how her face reddens due to crying.

She was crying for me? Because of me, again?

How many times more do I have to be responsible for her tears? How much am I gonna hurt her? How much is she gonna cry because of her pathetic husband?

Seeing her cry so much and breathe heavily, I look down at her lap, trying to control my emotions until she yells at me. Her hand slipping up against my skin.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She exclaims.

It seemed like she didn't realize when her hand shifted from my t-shirt's neckline to my neck. I feel relaxed and very selfishly happy when she doesn't remove her hand even after she sees me reacting to her touch.

Fuck. I wanna carve her touch in my mind, soul, and body. I shut my eyes, taking in the touch, feeling like there was a part of me missing from me, and I just found it.

It had been so long.

"Tell me, kook?" You whisper, so slowly bringing me back to my senses. Did she just rub her thumb against my skin? When I finally registered her voice calling me, I realized what she was asking me, and my heart skipped a beat.

In fear.

She looks at me wishing for an answer and I panic, what if she wanted me to take the job? Would she want me to go away? Would she think it's better if she stays away from me? If I stay away from her?

I answer in a very short statement with a sigh, trying to calm my breathing, "Baby, they wanted me to go away." I say, the petname falling out of my mouth so smoothly.

They wanted me to go away from her and our daughter. I would never do that. Nobody can make me.

"Dont lie to me, Jungkook, please. Yoongi told me they were ready to fix the schedule according to you -"

Damn it-

Yoongi hyung was definitely gonna hear an earful from me for this. Why did he have to tell her this? Couldn't he have waited until I gained some kind of courage to tell her myself? Couldn't he just wait for some time before telling her how I fucked things up for us in a new way? I was finally, finally getting somewhere.

Before she completes her sentence, I tell her the truth, although I feel bad for cutting her sentence midway.

"And you think they were gonna do that for me forever?"

The funniest part was when they offered me the job and then expected me to go away to tokyo for 8 months after my daughter was a newborn alongside my wife, who would be a newborn mother.

It was funny to me because it seemed like a joke to me. A bad one at that. Who the fuck were they to even think of seperating me from my family. Hadn't it been for Joon hyung, I would've resigned on the spot..

..But she doesn't need to know so many details. I just hope Yoongi hyung didn't tell her about the arguments I had with the president, some of them almost risking my career at his company.

"Why did you say that I agreed, why didnt you come talk to me? Do you think I wouldn't have understood or that you think it's not important for me to know?"

Her question brought me straight back to the room where I argued with the president, almost making me scoff at how ironic the whole situation is.

Ironic, since he asked me a similar question that day, "Is this company nothing to you? You wouldn't even try to work with this?" Namjoon and I sat across the president with the letter in front of me.

The moment I shook my head firmly in refusal and looked at the frustrated boss in front of me, all three of the men in the room knew it was gonna be a long evening. Making me slightly anxious about my wife waiting for me to eat dinner at home while some senior at work makes me feel bad for not accepting his offer.

He told me how I was the best fit and he was one of my well wishers for wanting this for me, I appreciated the opportunity, I really did, I still do but nothing could've made me go away from her. I couldn't have explained things to him in detail, so he obviously couldn't have understood anyhow about the reasons I was so stubbornly refusing because of,

So I didn't. I just refused. Again and again.

Now, coming back to her question.

"Would you have let me quit if I wanted to?" I asked instantly and see her expressions pause. Exactly. I can see the thoughts behind her eyes. She would've wanted me to get my dream job, and I would've wanted to be with our dream.

Us, our family. Happy. Together.

"You see, baby? That's why I didn't tell you. You're already handling so many responsibilities, I didn't wanna worry you more." I didn't wanna make her feel burdened with any more responsibilities or any kind of blame that I know for a fact she would've directed towards herself.

Knowing the kind of over thinker she is, I knew this would've been the better decision for us.

I could work harder in the future for this promotion, maybe get better roles than this one, but right now, I wanted to be a good father and a good husband.

She looks at me. Her eyes looked at me to try and find the truth behind my words, and I know she does. She can read me very well. One of the reasons I have always been honest with her. She has always been open to conversations and let me be open to her always.

It's something she deserves for being so perfect at everything, as minimal as her being a human. She was perfect at everything for me.

I continue, "They were willing to change my schedule for me only until she is born.." I look at her tummy and feel my heart swell with love for our daughter and then the beautiful woman carrying her.

"..I can't risk being away from you again. It might sound like I am lying, but Y/N, baby, I dont wanna be away from you for a single second. I wanna prove myself to be worthy of a second chance. I wanna be worthy of you and her. I can't imagine my life even for a second without you or her. You can push me all you want, you can yell at me all you want but dont tell me that I should've chosen a job and not my family time. I know I dont have an answer for why I did what.." I pause, feeling the knot in my throat.

The night, fresh in my memory.

The way she cried, screaming with so much pain in her heart, the balcony where she told me she was leaving me, the house, the kitchen where she blacked out after crying so much, everything was embedded in my memory like a nightmare I couldnt never forget.

"...I did, I myself don't know why I did it and trust me if I could turn back the time I would. But baby..." I really wish I could go back in time and stop myself from committing the sin that would hurt my wife in a way we never dreamed of. I could never have dreamed of.

I put my hand on hers that rested on my cheek, waiting to see her reaction to my touch. When she doesn't react negatively or in any way that should make me take my hand back, I continue,

"...I love you, and I will love you for my whole life, I will love you and my family until I breathe. I am so sorry for fucking things up but I want to fix them, I can fix them, we will fix it. Just dont please.." I say it, I say it again and I will repeat it as long as I can to make sure she knows I love her. Squeezing my eyes shut I gather the courage to make a request I shouldnt be making, I dont have the right to ask her this but I think I wont be able to breathe if I dont.

I need to know what she wants.

"...dont ask me to go away from you. I can't live away from you. I would quit my job if that's what it takes to be with my family, to take care of my family, to take care of you, and to take care of us. Please tell me I can be with you, can you please tell me you dont want me to go away? Pleas-"

But before I could finish my request and beg her not to go away from me, she pulled me towards her with her hands on my neck. I expected a hug when she pulled me, a hug that would comfort her stress and maybe help my heart get some comfort as well. But what happened made my knees buckle and heart pause.

She tells me her answer.

She does, but the way she expresses it makes my heart beat in reverse. I almost forgot how her lips felt like against me, the soft pillows against my slightly chapped ones. It was a feeling I was addicted to, and these months of staying away from her made me lose my sanity sometimes.

I think she would move back, maybe thinking of this as a mistake and also maybe a decision that was made impulsively or maybe out of muscle memory. But she doesn't, she doesn't move, in fact she moves her lips against me slightly tilting her head making my breath hitche.

I can't help but shut my eyes at the feeling of her lips moving against me. I feel myself giving into the kiss, but then it hits me. Hits me like someone poured water on my face.

This was wrong. I can't kiss her. What if she regrets this in the morning? What if she thinks I took advantage of her being stressed out. I can't kiss her without thinking this through or without talking to her about this. I lost the right to rightfully kiss her when..

Oh god.

I think of pulling back, but then she squeezes my t-shirt in such need that I almost whine in her mouth. This feels like torture. I want to move away from her, I don’t want to move away from her at the same time. Moving back from her arms is better, the right thing.

Oh, why does every right thing have to be so difficult to do?

I try making up my mind because one moment of me giving in might cause the downfall of the progress we built. We can talk about this to the therapist after I move back after I back off. But how do I do it? She needs me. Would moving back be okay? What if she loses hope in our relationship? But what if she tells me that she regrets this later? What if she hates me for this?

Fuck this. Two more seconds.

I kiss her back, shutting my eyes for two more seconds, and the thought of breaking the kiss makes me almost sob. I sniffle as my tears burn my eyes when I sense that you realize what I'm about to do.

Oh god, I don't want to do this. I am so sorry, Y/N. I love you but I have to do this for us. I can't do this, I can't kiss you. I can't touch you, not like this, not with a risk of losing you, I can't hurt you anymore. I can't do this. I need to move away. I need to pull myself back. Fuck.

I do it, and I hate myself for it.

I hate myself. I hate myself for the look she gives me after I move back. My eyes are burning wuth tears my cheeks feel wet from our mixed tears. Sniffling, I move back from our space, move back from the bed, move back from the kiss, move back from her, and maybe move back a space from our progress.

I dont know how this would affect us. I could kiss her better tomorrow if she feels like it, I could make it better, but I wouldn't be able to see hatred in her eyes for me. Not again.

Not after so many months of being away from her.

I get up and take a step back, shaking my head out of the dizzyness, eyes squeezed shut. Cursing myself under my breath, I do my best not to look at how frozen she looks.

Oh God, I must've made her feel so embarrassed. Should I sit back down and kiss her again, or should I tell her why I did this?

"I- I am sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't, I can't. I am really sorry, I shouldn't. I just shouldn't. I am sorry." As usual I chose the latter but probably fucking up the situation further more.

I need help.

In order to not make her feel more embarrassed, I leave the room, shutting the door, not completely but leaving it slightly ajar so that I could run to her if she needs me.

I try to busy myself in the kitchen cleaning things up, storing the leftovers in the fridge, cleaning the island and preparing things for the morning so that Y/N's mom could find it easy cooking breakfast in the morning.

I put a glass under the water purifier, filling it with water to keep on Y/Ns nighstand. I wish she is asleep before I go to her room to keep the water but since my luck wants to test me these days, I find her wide eyed along with a red nose looking at me with swollen eyes.

Shit.

"Good night," I whisper to her, trying not to look at her, but eventually, when I do, it feels like someone just punched me in the gut.

I feel so mad at myself, this was getting so much complicated and somehow I have fucked everything more, every single time. I hope we can talk about this in the morning, I just hope I can talk about the kiss without making her cry again or making her feel embaressed again. I hope we can move forward with therapy and make things better between us.

Moreover I just hope, pray and wish I dont fuck things up more for us.

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The Dragon Prince Thoughts 6x08 - We All Fall Down

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Omgg i’m so scared—

AHH

And it starts

Omg sol regem banging into the towers and stuff too this is wild

OH NO THEY’RE TRAPPED

Shit—

OH SHIT

SOREN NO—

Plsbeokayplsbeokayplsbeokayplsbeokay—

HE’S ALIVE WHOO

Omg babeee ur bleeding—

Now he’s really gonna have a scar like corvus

“Get everyone out”

See he learned from the pyrrah incident in s2 he’s prioritizing the people now that he’s not in the whole “xadia is evil” mindset

Hey wait where’s he going—

“Take good care of Hat.”

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??

SOREN—honey—wHaT aRe YoU dOiNg—

WHAT

AARAVOS IS CONTROLLING PHAROS—

Is this cuz the dark magic infection thingy

Omg viren’s been in there for a long time lmao—

“You have your other way! Dark magic!”

Notice how soren said “your other way” as if he still doesn’t condone it, but he knows it’s the only way to save everyone

Dark magic is so nuanced in situations like these like yeah it’s last resort but if you’re someone who hates it with a passion and then you end up needing it what are you supposed to do

Do you give up your ideals for the greater good or stand your ground and risk disaster

That’s why i love this show so much there’s no clear bad guy

“Take my heart.”

SOREN N O

S T O P

NO

I mean what else is he supposed to do yeah but STILL—

N O O O O O O o o O omg pls—

No not soren

Omg i’m so scared not soren PLEASE—

I’m actually gonna cry if he dies please no—

OH MY GOSH IS VIREN USING HIS OWN HEART—

GAHHH I CAN’T TAKE IT

Just as i forgave him too—

GAHH NO it’s the way he’s ACTIVELY DYING while doing the spell to the point he can barely say the incantation 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“I am a… servant.”

This scene pretty much speaks for itself idrk what to say

This shit is sad like fuck—

“My dad! I need to find my dad!”

CLAUDIA NO

Oooomg she’s gonna lose it if she finds him

Full azula mode

“What happened to your beloved mate who disappeared?”

Is he says he ate her imma pop off—

Who even is aithne solaire? Was she mentionedin something?

“In your fury, you buried her.. Alive.”

WHAT THE FUCK—

Like actually???

Not the way aaravos just dies laughing after dropping the darkest most depressing truth bomb ever—

OMG HE ATE PHAROS

“Choke on your own pride.”

HOW THE FUCK IS HE CHOKING ON A TINY LITTLE ELF

Oh my gosh—

This is just brutal

i'm terrified of choking too so it's that much worse

AND HE CATCHES ON FIRE—

“I don’t think you should see him like this.”

Ugh i love terry for being so considerate after everything she’s done

Like yes save the last of her sanity while she still has it

This episode is hard to watch—

The voice acting is impeccable tho like give claudia’s va a raise

OH SHIT SHE FOUND THE PEARL—

Lujanne giving no fucks about the crown is the funniest thing

But wtf is she talking about the diamond don’t tell me it’s fake—

“Her dad just died. Can’t she just take a moment to grieve?”

FINALLY Terry’s talking sense like shit aaravos at least give her a minute—

I KNEW IT

I FUCKIN KNEW IT

VIREN’S STAFF HAS A QUASAR DIAMOND

I literally said it like 2-3 episodes ago too

WAIT THAT MEANS—

“I can only save two of them.”

Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me—

Alright y’all it’s a wrap. Katolis is gone, viren is dead, aaravos is getting out, it’s a whole ass shit show. Ooooooomg i’m scaredddddd. Especially when callum finds out the real pearl was in katolis all along, i guarantee you he’s gonna spiral like he did in kosmo’s vision. This episode was really hard to watch, I was surprised, but in a good way. One more episode to go, then season sevennnnnnnnn whoooo

Time to cry :D

[gayspock]

ok im lbing this bc we're not gonna get more for a long time

ok initial thoughts: zombies by the cranberries sent me a little loopy. im sorry. its a heartbreaking song, its a heartbreaking scene. but playing those both together is the funniest fucking thing you could do ever. heavens

second thoughts: i know there was a lotof, like, backlash abt the last ep regarding the present day girlies "giving in to lottie so easily" so its funny to see them ppl owned so early. LOL. although this cant end well and i have already been spoiled and i will say i saw that coming sort of but thought "no they wouldnt do that... tht sucks" but anyways

THIRD thoughts and last time im gonna open a thought with that: literally i said all that, but i know last week ppl also complaine saying they didnt "explain the game well enough" which i thought was stupid bc if they sat there and did thatd be clunky and dumb and ruin the horror of it so now misty is just exposition dumping to lottie im like for gods sake. and in some ways i do kinda get what theyre trying to do with it (misty would be frank about it and clear and etc) but i still think its just a bit alrighhttt alrighttt to watch

this is making me feel sick...

SHAUNA BEING THE DESIGNATED BUTCHER TOO... heavens and a bit.

TH

NOT THE DESIGNATED T...

this is so fucking crazy

HER COVERING HER EYES. I AM SICK. YOU KNOW WHEN THE WET, BIG BROWN PUPPY DOG EYES ARE GONE THE WORLD IS DARK AND CRUEL

ok but seeing trav crying over havi like that . meanwhile shauna was fucking sobbing with jackies corpse holding it for months. everything in the world mental

UGHHH FUCKING WALTERRRRR

SORRY IVE MADE MY FEELINGS CLEAR. I DO NOT LIKE HIS FUNCTION AS A CHARACTER. I THINK MISTY'S ARC WOULD BE SO MUCH FUCKING STRONGER WITHOUT HIM. GET MORE CREATIVE. YOU DONT NEED HIM . and its like hes not bad hes fine but its so annoying that they give him more FUCKING ATTENTION THAN FUCKING NAT AT THIS POINT

plus her dynamic with nat is so much better

i love adult shauna scheming. always gets them into a bit of a pickle. classic!

COACH BEN COMING BACK TO STIUATIONS IS FUCKING UNFATHOMABLY F- NATALIE WHAT HAPPENED

I FIGURED OUT WHERE HAVI WAS HIDING

DOES ANYONE HEAR HIM

YOURE N

I FEEL SICK

his little gorgeous babygirl tear.

coach ben your gay ass needs to move fast before the second most homophobic fast food chain after chick fil a opens up in the canadian wilderness with a limited menu of #1 fucking d

FUCK OFF ELIJAH WOODFUCK OFF KEVYN THIS IS SICK. UGHHHH YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST.

UGH

THIS WHOLE CONVO IS SO BORING IM ASLEEP WORST GUYS IN THE WORLD FUCK OFF THERES NO WAY WE'RE WASTING TIME ON THESE GUYS WHEN THERE'S LITERAL GIRLS EATING GIRLS

"A COVEN OF THEM ALL UP TO NO GOOD" OK that kinda ruled

JEFF WIN JEFF WIN JEFF WIN HIS BIGGG JEFFING COCK FUCKING RULES . NO JEFFING ABOUT.

YOU KILLED HIM?

OKAY jeff is raising the bar here im happy with jeff and walter jeffing and waltering and jaltering and weffing

is weffing something sexual it sounds sexual i hope to god not

shauna is so mother making a meal for the family 😊

THE WOBBLY HEART . MY GOD. DONT- DONT GIVE IT TO TRAVIS. DONT FUCKING LOOK AT HIM WITH THE WOBBLY HEART. COME ON BRO.

hes

um

raw.....

this is a little um

god the crazy parallels of lottie in the past fucking ruined over the ritual and lottie of the present being the most caught up in it. hellaur

IF YOU MAKE CALLIE DEAL WITH THAT ROTTEN COP I'LL KILL US ALL

SHAUNA DRAWING THE CARD?

"IT WAS JUST US!" "is there a difference?" EXACTLY. SAY THAT AT THE FUCKING C- SORRY BUT THEIR SLOW ASS RUNNING MADE ME LOSE IT

TH

THE TRUNK OF THE FUCKING CAR HELP THATS SO FUNNYYYY KEVYNNNNNN

CALLIE WITH A GUN

HI... OK. BUT THE ... OK IS ANYONE GOING CRAZY RIGHT NOW

i mean other than the girlies in animal masks in th e woods

lottie: everybo-

SHUT UP ITS CRAZY EVERY TIME THEY CUT FROM A FUTURE SCENE TO A PAST SCENE I GO STUPID IN THE HEAD

lottie: can you fucking kill me

lottie: can you fucking kill me and can i also elect the next girl president

ANTLER QUEEN?

NATALIE?

YOU MAKE ME SICK

YOU MAKE ME SICK THERES NOWAYYYYYYY

NATALIE NO MY SEET SWEETBABYGIRL

HEY

HI

AND HELLO

LISA....

LISA. NO. SURELY NOT.

OH MY GOD

NATALIE YOU ARE SO....

the nattielot stocks are literall crazy the nattielot stocks are literally in turmoil its like a rollercoaster its literally a thrillride they blow your brain right out up and down and round and round til your FUCKING BRAIN COMES OUT YOUR NOSE AS DINNER SURPRISE

travis......................

my god natalie atalie no NA QUEEN CA RD QU

NM

M

M

M

M

M

HI AND HELLO AND HI

SORRY . THATS TISTE DTHIS IS TWISTED THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING THING EVER IM ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS EVERYBODY VETTER FUCKING KILL

STOP PLAYING RADIOHEAD AND SLOWMOING HER FUCKING DEATH IS THERE NO FUCKING DIGNIT

NO THIS IS

YOU ALL.... ARE THE WORST.....

I HATE MY STUPID FUCKING EXISTENCE

ITS NOT EVIL ITS JUST HU

THE NATLOTTIE STOCKS JUST BURST

I FEEL ILL I HATE MY ST- NOT THE DRUG OVERDOSE. COME ON . I JSUT WANT TO FUCKING CRY THIS ALL FUCKING SUCCKS.

walter: um...... >_<

you guys fucking suck sending her there i know i know theres so few options but fu- VAN. PUT THOSE BIG WET EYES AWAY. PUT THAT AWE-INDUCED WET SMILE AWAY. COME ON GIRL. PULL IT TOGETHER

hey shauna

most normal girl in the world

coach ben said FUCK women. WOW. ALRIGHT. i mean it was... RIGHT LIKE HE?

HE SERIOUSLY JUST DECIDED FUCK THESE GIRLS OH MY GOD YES TYHIS IS THE FUCKING ENDING I WANTED

van being the last out vantler queen when?

THIS IS FUCKING NUTS

altrnateively the wilderness being like :/ you didnt need to do that to havi guys....

ANYWAYS GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

[osakiharu]

HELPING THEM DYE THEIR HAIR !!

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content : gender neutral reader, fluff, shits and giggles because i think this would be a funny experience, suggestive comments from kazutora and sanzu whoops, swearing because why not, mikey is a little ooc - he’s less traumatised in this one because i said so

characters : mikey, kazutora, sanzu

notes : wrote this because i desperately need to change my hair but i have to wait for ages and im going a little insane rn - might do part 2 with rin and ran

˗ˏˋ MIKEY

- he got a haircut and he looked so good. we love short hair mikey here 👩‍💻

- he loved it too <3 it had been so long since he had short hair and he kept shaking his head around because it felt so light 💀

-then he said he wanted to dye it black and you were like oh :(( because you realised how similar his hair was to shinichiro’s

- he didn’t seem sad about it though - it was more just like a “what if i dyed my hair black it would look cool” sort of thing

- you knew it was also kinda to do with shin but you never asked him about it

- it’s a relaxing experience <3

- you do everything for him because he’s completely clueless about anything to do with hair

- he likes the smell of the dye and keeps picking up the bowl to smell it

- “why is it white if it’s black hair dye?” very confused and is very entertained by watching it turn darker on his head

- half way though his eyes are almost shut because it feels nice <3

- he kept wanting to lean back on you but every time he did he got dye on your shirt </3

- he gives you little story times about emma’s hair experiences

- “yeah, once she got it cut and she didn’t like how it looked on her… so i tried to help her but i kinda just made it worse and she cried.”

- you remember emma wearing a hat to cover her fringe for a little while because she didn’t like it so you guessed that was why

- “i thought it looked fine, but then she called hinata and she started laughing!” sits there like >:(

- he doesn’t want to get any on his forehead or around his face so he takes the brush off you and starts going around the edges - you’re surprised how careful he was

- he was so concentrated that his eyebrows furrowed and he looked so cute :((

- got annoyed when you kissed him on the cheek - “y/n, if you distract me and i get this all over my face i’ll kick you.”

- kisses you afterwards though <3

- when you’re finished you gather his hair up and put it in a blob on top of his head and he thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen

- takes pictures and sends them to his friends with no context

- he washes it out himself but doesn’t do it properly so you have to make him go back and do it again

- i know damn well he takes fast showers. stinky mikey >:(

- when you finish drying his hair and sorting it out he’s pretty quiet - you can kinda guess what he’s thinking about

- “y’look so pretty, mikey,” you kissed his cheek, “suits you.” <3

- “hm, thankyou, angel.” muah i love mikey

- calls draken later on because now they both have black hair and he’s all excited about it

- “ken-chin, we’re basically twins!”

- mikey>>>

˗ˏˋ KAZUTORA

- king has to touch up his roots - he lets them grow out really far too

- there’s just over three inches grown out and he’s like whoops i couldn’t be bothered

- prefers to do it with you because it’s more fun and he doesn’t wanna make his hair fall out - once he did it with chifuyu and they both decided that they’d never do it again

- usually gets the bleach in other parts of his hair because he isn't careful and he never puts the rest of his hair back

- you put his hair in two braids this time and he is not happy.

- “i look like that haitani motherfucker with his stupid blond strip in his hair… looks like a bee, i hope he changed it because he looked fucking stupid.” kazutora doesn’t like looking like ran

- laughs when you laugh at his insults though

- he can’t stand the smell of the bleach at all

- scrunches his nose up when he watches you mix it together

- “god, that fuckin’ stinks… it’s hurting my nose!” you agree with him on that one

- y’know how people put foil on their hair when they dye it to separate it - he does that but he didn’t know how to fold it or anything so you come back to the bathroom and he’s sat with a ball of foil on his head and his whole forehead out like “look 😁”

- embarrassed when you tell him it wasn’t necessary to do that

- he likes it when you take his hair out of the braids - he loves it when you play with his hair so he sits with his eyes half shut and smiling to himself because he’s so relaxed

- gets you to play with his hair a little extra while he’s waiting to wash it out <3

- said he showered in the morning so he was like it’s fine we can wash my hair over the bathtub

- he was giggling the whole time because it was so hard for you to wash the front of his hair from that angle and you kept slapping his forehead 💀

- “how come purple shampoo doesn’t turn your hair purple if it’s got all that purple pigment stuff in it?” not now kazutora.

- gets water in his eyes on top of it all

- enjoys having you wash his hair though - even though it’s chaotic it makes him feel all fluffy n shit inside <3

- it’s so fun and you’re both just laughing the whole time :(

- when you’re finished he wraps his hair up in a towel and he looks so cute

- “my knees hurt from kneeling down, is this how you feel sometimes?”

- boy.

- anyways his hair didn’t fall out and now he’s getting you to dry his hair for him too <3

˗ˏˋ SANZU

- “i’m gonna dye my hair pink.”

- when sanzu first said that you couldn’t imagine him with pink hair at all. if anything you thought he would dye his hair black or something darker

- now you can’t picture sanzu without pink hair

- but because of the colour it fades quickly and ehm.. because sanzu’s natural hair colour is so light if you let it grow out too far..

- it literally looks like he’s going BALD

- like as soon as he decides that you have to dye it thats when you do it no questions asked

- you’re busy and can’t do it today? okay, sanzu will just drag you there by the leg don’t worry

- he always mixes the dye though because he’s really particular about the colour - like there’s a certain ratio he has memorised, mostly because the first time he did it he almost looked like a highlighter and he didn’t like how bright it was

- “the fuck are you putting on gloves for?” believes in dyeing hair with bare hands

- he does the top and front of his hair whilst you to the back

- always puts on music because he finds dyeing his hair kinda boring

- makes your life ten times harder though because he leans over every 2 seconds to change the song or he keeps moving his head around to the beat of the music

- “haru, stop moving your head! i can’t do this properly if you keep moving.”

- “just move with me then, sweets.” he’s so annoying <3

- he does that thing where you kinda swing your head to one side and then the other and clicks his fingers to the beat of the song as a joke and he looks like a complete moron - makes you laugh though

- it’s his version of ‘dad dancing’ he says

- once all the dye is on he can’t leave his hair alone and has to keep messing with it

- “it’s fucking itchy.” he says whilst pushing the short parts of his hair up like a spike…

- it gets all over his forehead and hands and it doesn’t come off when you wash it

- “looks like i fucked a fairy or something.” he knows what he means

- “what?”

- it also gets in one of his eyebrows <3 when he sees it he just stops and goes :0

- you’re giggling because you know that it’s not gonna come out for a while and you’re trying to tell him it’s fine, his hair kinda covers it so it’s okay

- he let an intrusive thought win and just dips his fingers in the left over dye and rubs it in.

- “i said it would wash out, why did you do that?” you’re trying not to cackle at him because he just realised what he did

- “fuck.”

- he had pink eyebrows for almost 2 weeks after that

- ran and rindou will never let him hear the end of it.

reblogs appreciated <3

@swtsuya because sanzu and kazu >:)

[sixosix]

tsukishima kei: enemies to/or lovers

fem!reader, manager reader, slight hurt/comfort, some boy hurts your feelings >:( tsukki is there, cursing, wc 2.2k

you get stood up and tsukishima takes a detour; it goes well, surprisingly

three seconds of silence pass before hinata snorts, and it’s cut off by a whack on the head -- courtesy of kageyama -- before it can turn into a full-blown cackle.

“it’s not funny, shouyou!” you whine, stomping your foot a few times for good measure. there must be something on your face because hinata laughs harder and even kageyama fails to hide a smirk. “you two are not helping. seriously.”

“i’m sorry!” hinata cries, still giggling, not sorry at all. “i’m sorry, y/n! but-- it’s just-- aha--” he splutters and giggles again.

“fuck you!” you hiss, ears warm with embarrassment. students nearby cast worried glances. hinata makes a dying noise. “i agree to become manager when you ask me -- because i’m such a good friend like that -- and this is how you pay me back? fuck you. fuck you!”

“kageyama-kun-- ahah,” hinata wheezes, “help me, kageyama-kun! tell y/n! why this is the funniest thing i’ve heard all my life! kageyama-kun!”

you look at hinata, a giggling, borderline dying mess, and almost pity him. then at kageyama who’s trying his best to glare at hinata because he knows that you’re trying to be serious; however, the amusement bright in his dark eyes is hard to miss.

kageyama shakes his head; you’re not sure if it’s directed to hinata, you, or himself. “it’s not funny. sorry, y/n.” he regards you for a moment, then seems to recall your words, and makes a noise that could be described as choking -- it’s how he laughs. “pfft.”

it’s even worse when kageyama tobio, of all people, is laughing at your face.

“that’s it,” you grumble, followed by hinata’s protests amidst the laughter, “i’m quitting manager. go ask-- fucking, i don’t know. that chick that’s following tobio around who hinata hates for some reason. i don’t care.”

an indignant squawk. “i don’t--”

“you do?” questions kageyama.

“i just said i don’t!”

yamaguchi -- your angel, your savior -- walks over, looking back and forth between everyone, concerned. “um. what’s happening?”

he holds out a water bottle for kageyama, who takes it but makes no move to drink.

“yamaguchi! yama-- please please tell these idiots that they’re stupid. i’m trying to ask for advice, and they have the nerve to laugh at my face!” you fume, face twisted into a scowl.

yamaguchi frowns. “that’s not nice, hinata, kageyama,” he chides. hinata whispers something to kageyama; they giggle together.

yamaguchi sighs in disappointment. when he turns to you, you swear you see a halo above his head. “what was the question, y/n? maybe i can help?”

“it was--” you stop, promptly remembering who this person in front of you is. “…actually, i can’t tell you.”

“why not me? is it about me?”

hinata has managed to calm down, barely, and kageyama heals his throat with the water bottle.

“well, no. but you might snitch, and that’s not cool.”

“is it tsukki?”

kageyama spits his water.

“how did you know!?” you cry.

hinata falls over laughing and kageyama slips to catch him. yamaguchi grins widely, a knowing look in his eyes.

“y/n-san. you’re not exactly subtle, you know,” he says kindly, although his words are nothing but.

“it’s not even-- it’s not like that,” you insist, ears warm. “i was just. asking a question about him, not like that.”

yamaguchi hums. “i won’t tease you. is he bothering you?”

“of course he’s bothering me!” you exclaim, pacing around back and forth in front of them. “that’s-- i swear he was born into this world to be a bother. he spawned in and decided he wants to bother me.”

“that’s-- that’s definitely something…?” yamaguchi replies, thoughtful, as the two boys beside him nod in agreement. “but you didn’t answer my question.”

“i wanted to ask,” you begin, “if you know… um. recently, it’s been weird, you know. can you tell me if he’s--” hinata coughs a laugh, having known your question first. “if he’s being sassy in a weird way or if he’s just straight out flir--”

“ah,” tsukishima croons from behind you, with the same wonder one would feel when patronizing ants. he pulls off a smug smile when the three of you startle, with kageyama unfazed. “loitering around during practice? you’re a bad influence for a manager, y/n-san.”

hinata blinks. kageyama blinks. yamaguchi wears a knowing smile again.

“tsukishima-kun,” you laugh without humor. it’s as if a switch has been flipped; gone is the flustered y/n, and here comes the scary demon! “i know you can’t get enough of me, but tone down the jealousy, yeah?”

tsukishima scoffs. “sorry to crush your hopes and dreams, but i’ve had enough of delusional idiots, thanks.”

“clearly not when you’re a living reminder of one.”

“it happens when one is around you too much,” tsukishima says it like an insult -- means it like an insult -- but the cocksure smirk on his face makes it sound otherwise.

“oh, i get what she means now,” hinata whispers, genuinely horrified.

you and tsukishima whirl around to pin hinata down with a glare. “shut up,” both of you say, one fierce and flustered, the other one cold and familiar.

hinata flinches, pale-faced. “yes ma’am, yes sir!”

“everyone!” daichi’s voice bellows even outside of the gym. “practice match is about to begin; we’re starting with or without you.”

everyone scurries back to the gym.

“sugawara-san! hey!” you wave at him, jogging over as the rest of the first years enter the gymnasium.

sugawara blinks once, then grins at you, all welcoming and nice. as if this isn’t the first time you’ve sought anyone in karasuno out that aren’t the first years (that isn’t tsukishima, you’d remind pointedly). “y/n,” he says in lieu of a greeting, “did something happen?”

“ah, i just wanted to ask if shimizu-senpai is feeling better?”

sugawara chuckles. “still sick, i’m afraid. you having a hard time already?”

your shoulders slump in defeat. “i swear it didn’t even seem much from an outsider’s perspective.”

“we can’t live without our managers,” says sugawara sagely. “we owe it to you two.”

“you can’t flatter me with your exaggerated praises, suga-senpai,” you chide playfully as he laughs. “i might have to leave my fellow first years in your hands, i’m afraid. you have to soldier on in memory of me and shimizu-senpai.”

although it’s subtle, something about sugawara changes. his eyes glitter, perceptive.

his smile is as sharp as the glint in his eyes when he asks, “is this about tsukishima?”

the floor is a more pleasant sight than the chaos lurking behind sugawara’s eyes. “how does everyone guess it so quickly…?” you sigh, feeling as if you’re being picked apart skillfully with sugawara’s gaze -- one that was too similar to what yamaguchi was giving earlier.

“no one gets under your skin better than that boy does,” suga says, almost fond. you bristle at the implications.

“i don’t know how you handle them, honestly.”

“that’s the thing. i don’t.”

you giggle at his defeated mama bear expression. he looks as if his smallest child has once again provoked another, roughhousing each other like a bunch of territorial dogs-- and, oh, hinata comes passing by, nibbling kageyama’s arm as the latter has him on a headlock that does not look friendly.

“stop.” daichi sounds as if he wants to cry.

“hey, that’s enough!” sugawara reprimands loudly over tanaka and nishinoya’s whooping. “hinata, let go of kageyama’s arm! no, stop that face, i don’t care who started it-- tanaka, put a shirt on! noya, stop biting kageyama’s ear--”

you were hoping to get good advice from sugawara today but daichi has reached his peak, so you wisely stay quiet for the rest of the practice match and look away from hinata’s pleading face.

“idiots,” you laugh softly to yourself, content and happy despite your whining earlier.

and then your phone buzzes in your pocket. your expression twists into a frown.

you also pointedly ignore tsukishima staring at you from across the room.

tsukishima usually finds peace by tugging his headphones on and watching the stars when walking home alone. and right now, yamaguchi excused himself to practice more with shimada, leaving tsukishima by himself.

but he wants to be alone with his thoughts right now. music included. excluded?

today was strange. everything seemed normal, he knows that much. at least, until you weren’t acting normal.

let’s see, he muses. he remembers walking to school and you’re already huddled with the rest of the first years like a team meeting that doesn’t involve the entire club (tsukishima). a stupid group meeting, tsukishima concludes.

he remembers sparing you a glance and witnessing the way you checked your phone and changed immediately. your face fell, your brows knitted together as your eyes flit across the screen, and -- as much as tsukishima hated how he knew this -- your eyes dimmed in a way that meant something is bothering you.

he thought it was nothing serious. he brushed it off so he wouldn’t be distracted.

until he sees you standing outside of the local store that definitely isn’t somewhere you’d pass by on your way home. he would know, he never saw you walk in the same direction as him. (a blessing or a curse; he can’t decide yet.)

don’t get involved, he thinks stubbornly, trying hard to avoid your eyes. don’t get involved, not your business--

idiot, you’ll pass by her anyway because your home is right over there. fuck.

“how troublesome,” he hisses under his breath, steadily approaching you.

you spare him a glance when you notice movement from the corner of your eyes, then quickly do a double take when recognizing who it is. “w-what-- oh.” your brows furrow. “tsukishima?”

“what are you doing here?” he asks carefully, pretending to look around as if he wasn’t already staring at you earlier. “it’s been an hour since we’ve left the gym.”

“ah.” you sound sad, tsukishima notes. it’s weird hearing it from you and something funny happens in his chest. it’s unpleasant. “has it been that long already?”

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“i have no obligation to.”

“i’ll pester you about it.”

“so stubborn,” you chuckle, weakly, defeated. “you know-- the guy in our class? kojima-kun.”

tsukishima takes a second to pause. kojima haru, the boy he heard making a big fuss over getting dumped last week, a charmer at heart, the kind who sneers at snarky boys like tsukishima.

“i know of him,” tsukishima says, hoping he doesn’t sound salty. though, he’s sure that his default tone is salty.

“this was supposed to be our second date.”

second, tsukishima echoes dully in his head.

but that doesn’t sound right, no. tsukishima frowns, “i saw him leaving with kumi-san earlier, though,” he points out. kumi, his ex who he whined about last week, some girl in another class.

the way your face falls made tsukishima believe that you’re disappointed, but not surprised. there’s no anger. you look resigned, tsukishima’s brain -- traitor -- realizes. how often does this happen for you to become numb to it?

“shit,” you laugh bitterly, and tsukishima can’t help but agree. “fuck, i should’ve known. idiot. stupid.”

tsukishima is smart enough to know that you’re not talking about him or kojima. knowing this is admittedly worse.

don’t get involved, my ass.

he sighs. damn volleyball club making him soft. “get in.”

your eyebrows twitch. “excuse me?”

“get in, i’m buying you ice cream,” he says, and silently prays to every deity out there that you don’t question his intentions.

you stare at him, and he can feel emotions swirling in your eyes, studying him. tsukishima stares back, expression slack and -- hopefully, please -- blank.

“okay,” you whisper, stepping inside, missing the way tsukishima’s shoulder slump with relief.

the bell dings as you both enter, followed by a cheerful greeting from the old lady running the counter. she knows tsukishima, and welcomes him by his name-- only to stop shortly upon the sight of you. the old lady quirks an eyebrow, amused.

tsukishima hopes his ears don’t look as warm as it feels.

“hello, dear. i don’t think i’ve seen you around,” oba-chan, the traitor, ponders aloud.

you shift into a more polite smile, as if your eyes aren’t rimmed red. “good evening, ma’am. i’m l/n y/n, nice to meet you.”

“ohhh! tsukishima-kun’s volleyball club manager, right?”

“ah-- um. yes!”

tsukishima makes an escape to the snack aisle, grumpily snatching your favorite biscuit. he reaches for two popsicles, before heading back and noticing that you and oba-chan are already giggling to each other.

he is not relieved to see you smile. the yamaguchi in his head cackles and taunts him.

shut up, tsukishima sneers.

tsukishima dutifully pays for the snacks, pointedly ignoring your questioning gaze. oba-chan smiles knowingly throughout the entire interaction.

“you didn’t have to pay,” you murmur. he hears the hesitant crunch of food tailed after.

“you can’t tell me what to do,” tsukishima quips. “how about you just be grateful?”

a huff slices through the silence, and it does not make tsukishima chuckle. “thanks, i guess,” you say. it’s the best he can get from you, so he takes it. “you’re making this seem like a date.”

“don’t be stupid,” tsukishima says. he does not clarify if he means this can never be a date or you idiot, it is one.

your eyes narrow. you know exactly what is going through his head. “are you flirting with me or starting a fight?”

“you can’t tell?”

“the line is blurred even with your glasses on.”

tsukishima’s mouth betrays him when he smiles.

neither of you know what you both are, but there’s no need to put a label on it. he likes it the way it is.

[fallinforgyu]

cherry

pairing: good boy!heeseung/bad girl!reader

genre: rich kid au, 80s au, smut with fluff and plot

warnings: dom!reader, sub!heeseung, smoking (cigarettes), alcohol consumption, prep school is mentioned but reader and heeseung are both of age, very brief mention of vomit, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), loss of virginity, there is some secondhand embarrassment in this but i swear it’s cute, reader calls hee “baby” literally all the time, the rest of enhypen are in this (and so are K and EJ from iland lmao)

word count: 15k

a/n: this is the longest fic i’ve ever written 😵‍💫 i also made a playlist to listen to while i wrote this so here it is if you want to listen while you read

masterlist here

You’d always felt the urge to destroy perfect things.

When you were five years old, you smashed your fist into your perfectly-decorated birthday cake. In elementary school, you ran your bike through the pristine flowerbed in front of your parent’s church. Three summers ago you used sewing scissors to cut off your hair simply because the pastor of that church told you it looked pretty. 

Nothing was meant to be perfect, including people, though the residents of your town seemed to disagree. They loved to play pretend, to brag to each other about their new boats and cars, their son’s acceptance to Yale, or their daughter’s to Harvard. They loved to bask in the abundance of their wealth during the day, and then drink themselves to death at night. The most miserable people have the prettiest lives. 

So you took it upon yourself to let the true colors of everybody else shine through you. Sure, you were an absolute mess, but at least you were an authentic one.

And you were determined to find a perfect boy and turn him into a mess for you. Your most ambitious project to date.

It’s 1986, and the only thing hotter than the summer sun is the desire that courses through your veins. 

 Between the country club, the beach, shopping, and attending one of the most expensive prep schools in the country, you had countless sources of entertainment. There was absolutely no reason you should be wasting your time with boys. That’s what your parents always told you, at least: that there were plenty of other respectable hobbies for girls your age to pick up. 

 They just didn’t understand how fun it is to create a spark in a boy’s eye and fan it into a little flame; Make him think he’s falling in love when he’s really falling in lust. To be whoever he wants you to be, allow him to project all his fantasies and desires onto you, make all of his dreams come true, and then leave him the second you get bored. It’s a little game that’s way more fun than tennis or polo, and you were the ace at it. 

 But there was a new game you wanted to try this summer. A game that still involved boys, of course, but a new game to put your skills to the test. You wanted a challenge. Because if toying with boys was fun, imagine how fun it would be to toy with an innocent, inexperienced boy. To corrupt him and teach him all the things you knew, to take all of his firsts and make him your plaything. The thought made you shiver with excitement. 

 That’s how you ended up at this house party, scanning a crowd of unfamiliar faces, trying to find the perfect victim. 

 “You look like a fucking shark,” K laughed. He was always criticizing your techniques. You instinctively tried to come up with an insult to spit back at him but remembered that he was the reason why you got an invite to this party in the first place. He was friends with Jake Sim, who was friends with the host.

 “Don’t you know why she even came?” Summer giggled, clinging to K’s arm. “She’s looking for her prey.”

 “You’re still stuck on that little fantasy?” He scoffed. 

 “What was it?” EJ chuckled, slightly slurring his words. “You want to absolutely ruin someone, right?”

 You stared at your friends, who seemed to think that your plan was the funniest thing in the world. 

 “It sounds so nasty when you say it like that,” you sighed. “I just want to find a nice boy and… teach him a few things. Is that so wrong?”

 “Just admit it,” EJ smirked at you, “You’re a maneater, through and through.”

 You rolled your eyes. “Call me whatever you want. I’m going to have more fun this summer than all of you combined. Especially you two.” You shot a look at K and Summer. “Who the fuck stays in the same relationship for an entire year? You’re the most boring people I’ve ever met.”

 “I just pity the kid that’s gonna finish the summer with a broken heart.” K stared at you and took another sip of his drink. 

 “Stop being so dramatic,” Summer tugged on his shirt. “She’s just having fun.”

 “Thank you.” You sighed. “Now, can you guys let me focus?”

 Your friends’ voices blended in with the hum of the party as your eyes scanned over the crowd of faces again and... nothing. All of the boys you saw were either drunk off their asses or flirting with girls or both. Maybe this summer was going to be more boring than you thought. 

 You huffed and downed the rest of your drink, turning your head to ask EJ to drive you home when your eyes caught a glimpse of… someone. You whipped your head back around to find the mystery boy, squinting your eyes to search with even more precision than before.

 There. He stood about halfway up the grand staircase of the house, wearing a neatly ironed button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, the hem loosely tucked into the waistband of his just-as-neatly-ironed slacks. His huge Bambi eyes nervously darted around the room from behind wire-rimmed glasses that perched atop the cutest little button nose. His full lips were turned into a little pout, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. There was a cup in his hand but he showed no interest in drinking from it. 

 “Who,” you tugged on EJ’s shirt, never letting your eyes leave the boy, “is that?”

 He groaned before turning to see who you were looking at, following your gaze. “Are you being serious?”

 “What’s his name?”

 “That’s Heeseung.”

 You said nothing, and EJ scoffed. 

 “Lee Heeseung? We’ve gone to school with him since we were kids.”

 You shook your head. “I’ve never seen him before.”

 “This is literally his house.” He motioned to the huge framed picture hanging over the purely-decorative fireplace in the living room. Sure enough, your prey was smiling, resting his hand on the chair of the woman sitting in front of him, who must have been his mother. A slightly older boy stood next to him in the same pose, a man in a chair in front of him. His brother and father, no doubt.

 “I’ve never seen him before.” You repeated yourself in a daze, tearing your eyes away from picture Heeseung and moving them to look at real Heeseung. 

 “He’s the one who came in his pants last year after two minutes of over-the-clothes touching. Remember?” EJ laughed, taking another sip of his drink.

 “Oh, come on. No way that’s him. There’s no way.” You rolled your eyes. 

 You watched as one of his friends tousled his dark hair. He forced a laugh, then immediately started fixing it once his friend’s back was turned. His smile was pretty. 

 “He’s perfect.” Your eyes never left him. “I’ll be back later. Hold this for me?” You shoved your empty cup into EJ’s hand, not waiting for a response. 

 EJ called out your name once your back was turned. “He’s a nice guy. Go easy on him.”

 You gave him a halfhearted wave over your shoulder, making your way over to your prey. As you pulled out a compact mirror to reapply your favorite cherry-red lip gloss, you wondered what his voice sounded like. Was it as sweet as his face? Or was it deep and mysterious? He hadn’t even looked at you yet, and you had to have him. You’d never wanted a boy more. 

 And he got even cuter as you got closer. His eyes were even more wide and starry than you’d hoped. He only looked at you once you were right in front of him, standing two steps below him so that he had to look down at you. You knew how boys loved that.

 “Hi.” You beamed at him, looking up through your eyelashes.

 He looked behind him, then back at you. “Hi…?”

 “I like your glasses.”

 His ears turned red as he instinctively raised a hand to adjust them. “Thanks... I, uh… need them to see.”

 You smiled. “Well, they’re cute.”

 A little smile played on his lips as he looked down at his shoes. Of course, they were perfectly polished. So far, so good. 

 “This music sucks, right? New wave is the worst.” You laughed, trying to keep the conversation lively. 

 His head snapped up. That sweet little pout was back on his lips.

 “I put this record on.” His voice got a little bit whiny and it made you ache. 

 You stupid bitch. It’s his house! Of course it’s his music!

 Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to find something to say, some way to turn your stupid comment into a joke or a flirt. Those wide eyes just stared back at you, and your brain completely short-circuited. 

 Something crashed in the kitchen, followed by the sound of two teenage boys hysterically laughing. Heeseung’s head jerked in the direction of the sound. A serious-looking boy who had the sharpest jaw you’d ever seen nudged his shoulder. “I told you we shouldn’t have invited the kids.” He shot you a look before making his way down the stairs. “RIKI! JUNGWON! GET OFF THE FUCKING TABLE!” You heard his voice boom through the house once he was out of sight. The two voices in the kitchen erupted into laughter again.

 “I should…” Heeseung sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. “I should go make sure they didn’t break anything. There are more records by the stereo. You can change the music if you hate it that much.”

 And with that, he was walking down the stairs, disappearing before your eyes. 

 You audibly groaned. He was right there. The perfect boy, the type of boy you’d always dreamed of, was right there. And you blew it. Over Echo & the fucking Bunnymen.

 You stomped down the stairs, throwing a tantrum like a toddler who had gotten her new toy taken away. When you arrived back at where your friends were standing, they were nowhere to be seen.

 “Hey,” You tapped a kid’s shoulder, someone who you recognized from your English class last year. “Have you seen EJ? Or K and Summer?”

 He laughed. “Not sure about EJ, but K was definitely about to get laid. And Summer was too if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.” He let out another disgusting laugh and high-fived his friends.

 You groaned again, clenching your fists and stomping your feet. Of course they fucking left. You trudged towards the massive sliding glass door in the living room and found that it was nearly impossible to push open. You huffed as you pried it open just wide enough to fit your body, turning sideways to squeeze through.

 You pouted again once you were on the patio, fishing through your handbag to find a cigarette.  You recalled the advice your mother gave you at ten years old. When all else fails, smoke. The patio was prettily decorated and you found a seat on a stone bench that faced the house. You watched all of the partygoers laughing and dancing as you flicked your lighter a few times. It sparked but didn’t light as the night breeze whisked the flame away. You almost screamed in annoyance. “I swear to fucking-” you held the cigarette between your lips and cupped your hand around the end of the lighter, smiling when the flame finally danced to life and kissed the end of your cigarette. 

 You stayed smiling as you inhaled, the cool menthol soothing your throat and chest. You could make out the crashing of the ocean behind you, and remembered that this house was right on the beach. EJ made a comment about it being the most expensive house in the neighborhood when you first pulled up. With a cigarette between your lips and the sound of the ocean behind you to keep you company, the night didn’t seem like a complete waste. Who needs boys when you have this?

 The sliding glass door slid open一 all the way open, with ease, you might add一 and you froze. A silhouette slid the door shut, and you would’ve had a hard time distinguishing who it was if it weren’t for the reflection of your glowing cigarette in his glasses. Him. 

 Heeseung clearly didn’t notice you as fast as you noticed him. It was quite dark outside, after all. He sighed and took off his glasses to rub his eyes, leaning against the stone of the house.

 “Hey, are you okay?” You leaned forward.

 He yelped. Like, literally let out a little squeak and jumped back, covering his chest with his hand. He put his glasses back on and squinted to see you in the darkness. “Oh, it’s just you.” He sighed.

 “Don’t get too excited.” You laughed, patting the bench next to you.

 He reluctantly looked over his shoulder before making his way over to the bench and sitting next to you. You took another deep inhale from your cigarette before passing it to him without a word and he, so eager to impress you, took it between his long fingers.

 He took about a fourth of an inhale before coughing and scrunching his face up. “W-why is it spicy?” he sputtered.

 You laughed. “It’s a menthol. You’ve never smoked menthols before?”

 “I don’t even…” He shook his head, handing the cig back to you. “I don’t really smoke.”

 He’s fucking perfect. “Of course you don’t.”

 His precious little pout was back. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 “It means you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. Of course you don’t smoke.” You let out a breathy laugh, flicking the end of the cigarette with your thumb to let the ashes fall. 

 “I’m the-” Despite the darkness, you could almost see his ears turning red. “Don’t make fun of me!”

 “I’m not making fun of you, baby. Just making an observation.” You lifted the cigarette to your lips again.

 “Don’t call me-” he groaned. “Ugh, you know what? Nevermind. I don’t know why I thought I could find some peace out here in the first place.” He stood up. 

 “Heyyy don’t leave,” You tugged on his rolled-up sleeve, pouting your cherry-red lips. “At least stay until I finish this. My friends left me all by myself and it’s lonely out here.”

 He paused, took a deep breath, and sat back down. “...Your friends don’t seem very nice.”

 “Eh, they’re not all bad.” You sighed, taking another drag. “They’re the only friends I’ve got, so I can’t really complain.”

 “I get that.” He adjusted his glasses. “I don’t have that many friends, either.”

 “Really?” You gestured to the crowded living room. “You seem to have a whole lot.”

 He shook his head, scoffing. “Only six of the people in that house are my friends.”

 “And who might those lucky people be?”

 He shifted in his seat. The back of the house was almost entirely glass to accommodate the ocean view, which made it easy for him to point out faces. 

 “There’s Jay.” He pointed to the sharp-jawed boy that you saw on the stairs. “He told me you’re bad news.”

 You faked a little gasp, placing a hand over your chest. “That hurts.”

 “He’s not wrong, though, is he?“ Heeseung smiled at you. 

 “... I’m not answering that.” You smiled back. 

 He tore his eyes away from yours. “And there’s Jake. He’s the one who begged me to have this party. I think he just wanted to talk to girls.” He pointed to a handsome boy with sharp cheekbones and a girl on either one of his arms. 

 “Nothing wrong with that,” You jerked your chin, raising your cigarette in a sort of salute. 

 Heeseung rolled his eyes. “But I think the girls are more interested in Sunghoon. He’s the one standing in the corner over there.”

 Your eyes drifted to where Heeseung was pointing. One of the prettiest boys you’d ever seen was standing there, completely oblivious to the giggling crowd of girls next to him. 

 “The cute one he’s talking to is Sunoo.”

 The shorter boy standing next to him was cute. His face was lit up in a smile, his eyes curved into little crescents. 

 “He looks like a peach!” You smiled. “Who are the other two?”

 He sighed. “Jungwon and Riki. I have no idea where they are. They’ve been wreaking havoc on this stupid party all night.”

 “Hey,” you bumped his knee with yours. “This party isn’t stupid. Look at how much fun everyone is having.”

 “Yeah, everyone except you and me,” he pouted.

 “I don’t know about you, but I’m having lots of fun.” You tossed your cigarette butt to the ground, smashing it with your foot. “I like talking to you.”

 He looked into your eyes, opening and closing his mouth before staring at the ground. A little smile was on his lips.

 “Plus,” You stood up, stretching. “Parties are way more fun when you’re not the one hosting them.”

 “I wouldn’t know. Jake’s always begging me to have them here. He says the ocean view gets the ladies going.”

 You laughed. “As much as I’d love to stay and find out if that’s true, I should really get home. Can I use your phone to call a cab?”

 “I-I mean yeah,” he stood up behind you. “But… do you really have to go? You said you liked talking to me.”

 You smirked. “I do, baby. But it’s getting late. And my friends already left, anyway.”

 His eyes widened at the butterflies that filled his belly when you called him the pet name again. Uh oh. 

 “But… you could stay.” He followed you to the glass door, smiling to himself when you struggled to pry it open. “You could stay and hang out with me. A-and, you know… my friends.” 

 Heeseung reached above you to help slide the door open, but you turned around to face him. His breath caught in his throat when he realized his arm had you pinned against the door. The way you looked up at him through your eyelashes made him half-hard.

 “You want me to stay?” You smiled, brushing your fingertips over his arm. “But I thought your friends said I was bad news…”

 “They’re…” His words trailed off and he just looked at you. Like no boy ever had before, his eyes full of stars and curiosity and something else that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

 He’s perfect. You stood on your tiptoes to give him the tiniest, most feather-light kiss on his cheek. “I have to go, baby. Help me get this stupid door open.”

 Heeseung brushed his fingertips over his cheek, touching the hint of lipgloss that you left there. After shaking his head to get himself out of the trance he was in, he slid the glass door all the way open with ease, following you inside and shutting it behind him. 

 “At least let me drive you home! Cabs are expensive this late. A-and cab drivers are pervs.”

 “Who says you’re not a perv?” You teased, turning to look at him. 

 It was easy to see his blush inside. He vigorously shook his head. “I-I’m not! I swear, I just want you to get home safe-”

 “Kidding. I was only kidding. I’d love for you to drive me home.”

 He beamed at you. “Cool. I’ll just- I’ll go get my keys.”

 Heeseung disappeared into the kitchen and you heard his friends cheer after a few moments. He reappeared seconds later with red cheeks, barely meeting your eyes. You turned to leave and he just stayed where he was standing, blushing and staring at the floor.

 “Well?” You waved your hand to get his attention. “Are you coming?”

 “Am I c-” His eyes somehow got even wider. “Am I…” He took in a deep breath. “Yeah. I-I’m coming.” 

 Heeseung drove a white convertible. He ran out to the driveway in front of you so that he could open the passenger seat door for you, then fussed with the cassette player for a good five minutes, thoroughly embarrassed when he couldn’t find anything other than new wave.

 You laughed. “I don’t actually hate new wave, you know. I was just trying to make conversation.”

 He gave you a sarcastic side-eye before turning up the radio. “Are you buckled?”

 You ignored the fluttering in your chest as you reached for the seatbelt over your shoulder. He gave a little nod of approval once he heard it fasten.

 The drive was awkward. Heeseung’s knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so tight and he drove five miles under the speed limit the whole way, coming to a full and complete stop at every stop sign. Neither of you spoke except for when you’d give him directions. It was clear that if you wanted to talk to him, you’d have to start the conversation up yourself.

 “So, are your parents totally going to kill you after this weekend?”

 He shook his head. “They trust me. And the guys help me clean up whenever we do something like this, anyway.”

 “They seem like good friends.”

 “They are. They’re like my brothers.”

 “What did they say to you in the kitchen? You were blushing like crazy.” You opened your purse and flipped down the visor in front of you to apply more lipgloss. Heeseung’s eyes darted over to you every few seconds as he desperately tried not to crash. 

 “Oh… they’re just, uh-” He cleared his throat. “They were just…excited. I don’t really… I don’t talk to girls that often.”

 “Yeah? Why’s that? You’re really handsome, you know.” His head snapped to look at you, his breath catching in his throat. You pointed at the road. “It’s this next left.” 

 He pried his eyes back to the road before making the most cautious, calculated left turn you’d ever experienced. “...Thanks.” He mumbled. “Girls just… I don’t know, they make me nervous.”

 You smiled. “Do I make you nervous, baby?”

 He shook his head. “You have no idea,” he breathed.

 “It’s that big white one at the end of the street.” You rested your hand on his knee, squeezing lightly. His whole body stiffened. “And there’s no reason to be nervous, cutie. I’ll only bite if you want me to.” You winked, unbuckling your seatbelt to place one last kiss on his cheek. His fingers instinctively touched the sticky red mark you left.

 You opened the car door and he snapped out of his trance. “I can- I’ll get that for you.” He reached across your lap in an attempt to push the already-open door open. He ended up just awkwardly leaning over the seat, his head almost in your lap. You laughed as you stepped out of the car and gently closed the door. He stayed where he was, looking up at you with those starry eyes.

 “Hey, remember how I said parties are more fun when you’re not the one hosting them?”

 “M-Mhm?” He nodded.

 “My friend K is having a party next weekend. You should come.”

 “Oh… I don’t know.” He sat up a little bit. “I’ve never really been to a party without my friends before.”

 “You’ll have me! We’re friends now, right?” You smiled. “And I’ll pick you up. To thank you for driving me home tonight.”

 “You don’t have to. I drove you home because I wanted to.”

 “And I’m inviting you to this party because I like you and I want you to come.”

 “You… like me?”

 “Party’s Saturday night. Be ready by nine, okay? I really hate waiting.” You gave him one last smile before turning on your heel and making your way up the pathway to your front door. You were halfway there when he called out to you. 

 “Wait!” You looked at him over your shoulder. “I… I just realized I didn’t even tell you what my name is.” He blushed. 

 “I know your name, Lee Heeseung.” You turned around to keep walking. 

“Wait! Aren’t you going to-” he started. 

“I know you know my name.” You yelled over your shoulder. His eyes stayed glued on you the whole time. The smell of your perfume was still lingering in his car, and it made his head spin. As you unlocked the front door, you heard his voice squeak out, “H-have a nice night!”

 You waved at him over your shoulder. “Thanks for the ride, baby. I’ll see you Saturday, kay?”

 Heeseung was thankful that your back was turned so you couldn’t see how wide he was smiling. Little did he know that you were keeping your back turned to hide the same expression.

 Saturday couldn’t come fast enough. You couldn’t get those big doe eyes out of your head, and all you wanted to do was kiss the sweet little curve of his cupid’s bow. It had been years since you’d had a crush on someone, and you were remembering why they called it a “crush”. Thinking about him made your chest ache and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not.

 Heeseung wore a tie when you picked him up, and you almost burst into tears. His hair was neatly styled, his glasses perched atop that cute little upturned nose just like they were the other night. You wanted to eat him alive.

 He gawked at your car. “Is this yours?” He brushed his fingertips over the red paint.

 “Did you really think you were the only spoiled brat in town whose daddy bought him a convertible?”

 He let out a breathy laugh. “It’s so… cool.”

 “Thanks, baby. It’s even cooler on the inside. Why don’t you come see?”

 Heeseung was nervous, and it showed. He pretended to hum along to the cassette you had playing while he fidgeted with his fingers. In all honesty, you couldn’t blame him for his nerves. Your crowd didn’t consist of the most inviting people in the world, especially not to a sweet boy like Heeseung. They’d definitely do that thing where they made fun of him by pretending to be friends with him; laughing at him while he thinks they’re laughing with him. You promised yourself to keep him in your sight the whole night.

 Luckily, the promise was only made to yourself because it was broken almost as soon as you walked in the door. Summer was in tears, pulling you aside just seconds after you entered the party.

 “Oh god,” you sighed. “What is it?”

 “Can we have some privacy, maybe?” She sniffed, eyes darting over to Heeseung. Poor baby just stood there like a deer in headlights, unsure what to do with himself.

 “The guys are hanging out in the kitchen,” EJ butted in. “He can just hang with us.” He turned to Heeseung. “It’s just down that hallway, man. K’s in there, he’ll get you a drink.”

 Heeseung gave you a nervous smile before making his way down the hallway. You grabbed EJ’s wrist as he turned to leave. “Be nice to him.”

 EJ rolled his eyes. “You should be telling yourself that. Don’t worry, your little experiment is safe with me.” 

 A pit in your stomach formed, though you weren’t sure which part it was for.

 Summer pulled you into the nearest bathroom, locked the door, and then sat on the closed toilet seat with her face in her hands.

 “What ha-”

 “You know how I got these stupid extensions?”

 “Because K said he likes girls with long hair? Yeah, I remember.”

 “He told me right before the party that they looked stupid. He said I look like somebody tried to draw Cyndi Lauper from memory. He called me a try-hard.” She sobbed, black mascara running down her cheeks.

 You stifled a laugh because he was 100% correct, the extensions did look stupid and she did look like somebody tried to draw Cyndi Lauper from memory, but the try-hard bit was excessively mean, no matter how dumb she may have looked. “That’s shitty, Summer. I’m really sorry.”

 “And it’s like- why am I even trying?” She rambled on, completely unaware of your apology. “I know he’s been looking at other girls at those weird garage concerts he goes to. And they’re probably cooler and prettier than me-”

 “Summer, you’re plenty cool and plenty pretty. If K can’t see that, maybe he’s not the guy for you.”

 “And I love him! I love him and I let him cum inside me whenever he wants! Do you know how many girls do that for their boyfriends? Not fucking many!”

 You sighed. It didn’t matter what you said, she was only ranting to hear her own voice. She’d never listen to advice. You worried about what Heeseung was doing in the kitchen while she rambled and cried and rambled some more. Her whiny voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

 “W-why do you keep checking your watch?”

 “I’m sorry, Summer, I really am, but I shouldn’t leave Heeseung alone for this long. It’s already been almost an hour.”

 “Oh… so your little project is more important than your best friend? What is he, a fucking baby who needs his mommy to watch him?”

 You sighed and made your way to the door. “I’m not having this conversation right now.”

 She continued. “No, wait, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? A little fucking baby to ruin and break, because you can’t just see a nice thing and let it be nice. You know what? Why am I even asking you for advice? You don’t know shit about boys, you just want to see them cry.”

 You closed the bathroom door behind you as she sobbed, your stomach churning in fear that she was right. The pit in your stomach grew even more when you heard voices chanting Heeseung’s name in the kitchen. No, no, no…

 He was smiling when you saw him. There’s that, at least. And he truly did have a lovely smile. 

 But that was about the end of the pleasant aspect of the situation. A group of guys were huddled around him, encouraging him to take a shot. He could barely stand, let alone lift the shot glass to his lips. There was a look in Heeseung’s eyes that you’d seen on your friends many times. You’d seen it in your parent’s eyes, too; Even in your own from time to time when you stared at yourself in the mirror in the bathroom of a house party. The look didn’t suit him at all. He yelled out your name and laughed when he saw you, and you immediately made your way over to him. You must have had a scary look on your face because the crowd of guys dissipated as you approached them. 

 “Oh, Heeseung…” You sighed, holding his face in your hands. “Baby, what did they do to you?”

 “The drinks were so small! They said…” He hiccuped, slurring his words together. “They said a guy my size should have no problem with them.”

 “Those were shots, baby. How many did you have?”

 “Six. Maybe eleven…” His words trailed off as he stared at you. “You’re so pretty.”

 “Okay, sweetheart, we need to get you some water.” As much as you’d usually love receiving compliments from the sweet boy, seeing him in this state made you feel… icky. Like you’d ruined him, and not in a good way. You filled up a cup full of water then held his hand to lead him up the stairs.

 “W-where are we going?” He hiccuped.

 “Just a guest room, baby. It’s too loud down there.”

 Heeseung’s heart thumped in his chest. What if-?

 You pushed the door open and sat Heeseung on the neatly-made bed, placing the cup of water in his hands and turning on the bedside lamp. You gently closed the door before sitting next to him. 

 “Can you drink some of the water for me, sweetheart?”

 He nodded, his eyes wide and glazed over as he lifted the cup to his lips. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed once, twice, three times. His lips were glossy with water when he pulled the cup away.

 “All done?”

 He nodded, gently pushing the cup into your hands. You leaned over to place it on the nightstand and when you turned to look at him again, he was pressing his wet lips to yours.

 The kiss was messy. Messier than you’d expect from your sweet, innocent boy. You instinctively reciprocated for a few moments before his tongue slipped against yours. You tasted cherry vodka and pulled away.

 “No, baby.”

 He looked like a fawn whose mother was just shot. “N-no…?”

 You cupped his face in your hands. His cheeks were flaming red. “You’re drunk. This isn’t how we’re doing this.”

 “B-but…” His eyes got glassy, his lips wobbling. Oh no. “I thought… I thought you said you liked me?”

 “I do like you, baby. I like you so much. It’s wrong to do it like this.”

 He pulled his face away from your touch, resting his head in his hands. “You can’t call me baby! It makes my stomach feel funny…” he sniffed.

 Precious boy. He made your teeth ache. You wanted to crack the shell of his candy-coated heart and eat him alive.

 “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” You rubbed his back.

 “You can’t call me that, either,” he whined. “I just… I just wanted to be cool like you and your friends. Wanted you to like me.”

 “You’re way cooler than all of my friends, ba… Heeseung.” He looked up from his hands at the sound of his name. “You’re way cooler than them. I like you just how you are.”

 His face scrunched up. “Now you’re making fun of me,” he cried, tears slipping from his big eyes. He hid his face in his hands again as you tried to reassure him that you weren’t making fun of him and that you really did like him. 

 “I’m so dumb,” he hiccuped. “I’m so stupid. I thought I had a chance with you and I wore this stupid tie-”

 “Hey, I like your tie!” You interrupted him. “Baby, if you weren’t drunk off your ass, I’d be all over you right now.”

 He hiccuped one last time. “R…really?”

 “Mhm. But I think right now what you need is more water and some rest. I’ll drive you home, okay?” 

 “And then we can kiss later?”

 “Mhm. When you’re all rested up and sober, then we can kiss.”

 He chugged the rest of the glass of water, then stood up a little too fast and almost fell over. You slung one of his arms around your shoulder and kissed his temple. “Slow down, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

 Heeseung woke up in his bed the next morning with three things to worry about: the worst headache he’d ever had, the fact that he was in his underwear, the fact that said underwear were covered in Stormtroopers from Star Wars, and the note he found on his nightstand. Okay, so four things, but the underwear was really a two-in-one. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and located his glasses before reading the note.

 Baby,

 Don’t freak out. We laid on your floor and listened to records for a little bit and then you took off all your clothes and went to sleep. I wanted to kiss you but I didn’t. Drink some more water, it’ll help you feel better.

 P.S.- cute undies. I love Star Wars.

 He groaned when he saw your signature at the bottom of the page. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He’d definitely blown any chance he had with you now. He was even more confused because he could’ve sworn he remembered kissing you last night. Stupid. 

 He reached for the landline on his nightstand and instinctively dialed Jay’s house. His mom answered.

 “Hi, Mrs. Park. It’s Heeseung. Is Jay there, please?”

 He heard her scream for Jay, and the line clicked again.

 “So? Did she fuck you in the back of that red Fiat? Was it everything you dreamed of?”

 “Not even close,” Heeseung groaned again. “I got way too drunk at the party and she drove me home.”

 “Yikes. And then what?”

 “Apparently we listened to records and then I took off all my clothes and went to sleep.” He rubbed his temples. “She saw my underwear, man.”

 “Don’t tell me.” Jay stifled a laugh.

 “Yes, it was the Stormtrooper ones! It’s not funny!”

 Jay burst out into laughter and Heeseung groaned again. “I said it’s not funny! I really liked her, and now she’s not going to want anything to do with me. It’s like that girl from the polo club all over again.”

 “This is completely different than that. Have you tried calling her?”

 “I can’t talk to her! What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, thanks for driving me home last night! I can’t remember anything except that you looked really pretty. Wanna watch Star Wars?’”

 “Yeah, that’s perfect.”

 “Shut up,” Heeseung whined. “Seriously, man, what am I gonna do?”

 “Let’s just do what we always do. Take some painkillers and I’ll tell the guys to meet us there in fifteen.” 

 Heeseung opened his mouth to object, but the line clicked dead on the other end. He threw up while he was taking a shower and then put his swim trunks on. 

 Childish as it might sound, wrestling in the country club pool was pretty therapeutic. Heeseung and his friends had a system down and they’d had tournaments every summer since they were kids. There were three teams: Jake and Riki, Sunghoon and Jungwon, and Heeseung and Jay. Sunoo didn’t like violence, so he was the referee. The boys would get on each other’s shoulders and wrestle until the top person on the losing team fell in the pool. They’d been playing this game for as long as they could remember.

 Heeseung was having fun. He and Jay were winning the tournament, and they’d just secured another victory by pushing Jake off Riki’s shoulders. His headache was gone, and he was even starting to forget about yesterday. That was until he heard your voice.

 “That was a nice one, baby!”

 His stomach dropped to his toes as his head darted around to find where your voice came from. He froze when he saw you sunbathing by the pool, wearing a black bathing suit and red heart-shaped sunglasses. Quite literally something straight out of one of his wet dreams.

 “Oh my god,” Jake popped up from the water just in time to hear your comment. He smiled, pushing his wet hair off his forehead and shielding the sun from his eyes. “That’s her, isn’t it? The one who saw your underwear?”

 “You told them?” Heeseung looked up at Jay on his shoulders, who only shrugged. He reached up and pushed the younger boy off, wrestling him down into the water. Once Heeseung had gotten a fair amount of punches in, Jay turned to Jake, who was still giggling.

 “Shut up, Jake! Do I need to remind you that you and Riki had to switch places for shoulder wars this summer? You’re so short you have to sit on Riki’s shoulders, and he’s a baby!”

 The rest of the group burst into laughter as Jake tried to defend himself. “The little freak grew six inches in six months! I’m not the weird one here!” He wrestled Jay back into the water.

 A tall kid who you assumed to be Riki joined in on the brawl. “I’m not a baby!” He screamed, “Or a freak, dipshit!”

 Heeseung made his way over to you, embarrassed in too many ways to count. He pushed himself up and out of the pool, and you were thankful that you were wearing sunglasses to hide where you were looking.

 “I, uh…” he spoke up, “I didn’t know you came here.”

 “We live five minutes away from each other. What other country club is there to go to?”

 “Right…”

 You laughed. “I’ve been watching you guys play for the past two hours. You take this game pretty seriously.”

 “Yeah, we’ve played it since we were kids.” He looked down and his face slowly reddened with realization. “Wait… please tell me you didn’t see…”

 “When your trunks fell off? It’s okay, I only looked for a second. You have a really cute butt, baby.” You giggled.

 He let out the loudest groan he’d made all morning. “That’s it! I have to die now. I literally have to go die.”

 You tugged on his arm, pulling him down to sit next to you on your towel. “Stop it. You know I’m only teasing you because I like you so much.”

 He sat cross-legged next to you, huffing. “Yeah, I’m having a really hard time believing that.”

 “Why?”

 “All I’ve done since I’ve met you is embarrass myself!”

 “Well, yeah…” You smiled, and his head snapped to look at you. “But it’s cute. Every time you’ve embarrassed yourself, you’ve just been trying to impress me. It means you care.”

 “Sorry to disappoint, but the swim trunks thing was not on purpose.” He raised his eyebrows, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

 You gasped. “Are you sure? Because that actually impressed me the most. You better do it again, or else I may just get bored and leave.”

 He smiled, and this time it took up his whole face. “Go on a date with me.”

 You smiled back. “Okay.”

 “Like, a real, proper date. Where I pay for your dinner and you wear a dress and I wear a tie. I’m tired of house parties.”

 You nodded. “Okay.”

 “Okay.” He parroted, standing up. “Tomorrow. At… uh… at eight?”

 “Eight’s good.” You smiled up at him through heart-shaped lenses. 

 “...Cool. Wear- uh… wear a dress, okay?”

 You nodded again. “You already told me to wear a dress.”

 He nodded back, smiling and sort of in a trance as he jumped into the pool again. 

 You wore a white sundress for your date with Heeseung. There’s something about seeing a girl in a white dress that makes boys absolutely lose their minds, and Heeseung was no exception. He brought you a single rose and presented it to you when you opened your front door, wide eyes raking over your figure.

 “You look…” He inhaled shakily. “So pretty.”

 You took the rose out of his hand and kissed his cheek. His fingers brushing against your kiss-shaped cherry gloss on his cheek were starting to become habitual. 

 Heeseung did everything right. He opened the car door for you and took you out to a fancy restaurant. He laughed with you throughout the whole dinner and then paid for everything even though you insisted that he let you help. He let you pick the music in the car and then took you to see Top Gun at the cinema. He rested a hand on your knee throughout the entire film and he never tried to move it any higher. The movie was so boring you wanted to fall asleep, but his hand would start shaking a little bit during every sex scene, and that alone was entertaining enough to keep you awake. 

 It was perfect. The most perfect date you’d ever been on. The only date you had ever been on, you realized as he pulled up to your house again. You finally understood what all those songs meant when they complained about not wanting the night to end.

 Heeseung turned his car off in your driveway and walked you to your front door. Once you were there, he awkwardly stood under the porch light and fidgeted with his hands.

 “What is it, baby?”

 “I think… I think this is the part where I’m supposed to kiss you.”

 You laughed. “Well, do you want to kiss me?”

 “Yeah,” he nodded. “Like, so bad.”

 “...Are you waiting for me to tell you to or som-”

 He gently held your face and pressed his lips to yours. It was a sweet kiss, just like you’d imagined it would be. It wasn’t anywhere near as messy as the other night. And Heeseung’s lips were soft; the softest you’d ever felt on a boy. His kisses were plush and warm and completely addicting. The two of you trailed each other’s lips when the other would pull away. He planted two final chaste kisses on your lips before leaning back.

 “Goodnight, Heeseung.” You whispered, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

 “Goodnight.” He whispered back, so quietly that he was basically just mouthing the word.

 Neither of you moved. You giggled and kissed him again. “Goodnight,” you repeated, lightly pushing his chest away. You couldn’t remember the last time a boy made you giggle.

 Heeseung slowly walked backwards down the path to your front door. “Can I see you tomorrow?”

 “I think we can make that work.” You leaned against your front door and watched him walk away. “I might have some spare time between the unemployment at 12 and the sunbathing at 3.”

 He made it all the way to his car, paused, and then jogged back up the path. He held your face in his hands and pulled you into one last kiss. “Sorry. Last one.” 

 You lightly pushed his chest away, though you were secretly hoping he’d kiss you again. “Drive safe, baby.” Though you knew he couldn’t drive any other way. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 And you saw him every day after that, too. You came to the realization that you’d never really dated anybody before Heeseung. You’d been with plenty of guys, sure, but none of them had ever dated you. And Heeseung loved dates.

 Summer teased you for it. “Have you even fucked him yet? Wasn’t that the whole point, to take his big dumb virginity?”

 You didn’t care. You were having just as much fun going on dates with Heeseung and kissing him goodnight. He was constantly trying to come up with new places to take you and new excuses to press his lips to yours, because he loved kisses even more than he loved dates. He kissed you on top of the ferris wheel at the boardwalk, he kissed you in his parked car while you watched the sunset, he kissed you on the beach after he let you bury him up to his neck in sand; simply because you thought it would be fun and he never said no to you. It seemed like you spent an entire month with your lips against his.

 And you didn’t mind it at all. The dates were the most fun you’d had in months and his kisses really were addicting.

 You’d lost count of how many dates you’d been on the night that you couldn’t seem to pull away from him at your front door. Every kiss just left you wanting more, every sigh he made lit your whole body on fire. His hands were getting a little more curious, sliding down your waist and gripping you tighter as he moved his lips against yours. You’d never needed someone before.

 “Come upstairs.” You whispered against his lips.

 He blushed. “Your parents are in there.”

 “They’re passed out drunk by now and their room is on the other side of the house.” You kissed him again. “Please, come upstairs, baby. I don’t want to stop kissing you.”

 He whimpered and pulled you into another kiss. He actually whimpered. 

 You and Heeseung tiptoed up the stairs and you led him to your room. He’d never been in a girl’s room before and it showed. “It… it smells like you in here…” He sighed, looking around the room with wide eyes. All at once, he realized that this was where you sleep, where you get dressed, where you touch yourself.  His head spun.

 “C’mere, baby, help me pick out a record.” You kneeled in front of your record player, and he was thankful that he had something to distract him from the red lace panties he saw peeking out of your hamper. 

 “T-that one’s good.” He pointed to the first record he recognized.

 “The Psychadelic Furs? Right, I forgot you’re a new wave geek.” You smiled at him, and he was too enamored to defend himself.

 Heeseung sat on your bed while you put the record on, and he forced himself to not think about the things you’d done on that bed. He also forced himself to breathe. Neither seemed to work.

 He held his breath and you walked over to sit next to him. You gently held his hand as you connected your mouth to his again, attempting to start another makeout session, but he was trembling. Like, worse than he was that night in the movie theater.

 “Baby, you’re shaking.” You frowned.

 “Sorry…” he breathed. “I’m so nervous. I just… I don’t think I’m ready to have sex yet but I don’t want to do nothing and I don’t want to disappoint you-”

 “Heeseung, we can go as slow as you want to.” You gently squeezed his hand. “If you just want to kiss tonight, we don’t have to do anything else.”

 He finally exhaled. “Can we just… do what feels right?”

 You nodded. “Whatever you want, baby. Anything.” He gave you a little smile and pressed his lips to yours again.

 Heeseung was a good kisser. The movements of his lips and tongue were calculated and just enough to turn you on without being overkill. And he was very observant, paying close attention to whatever got a reaction out of you so that he could do it again. His hands stayed on your hips and yours rested on his chest, gently tracing your fingers over the sculpted lines of it. You tried to plant kisses on his cheek so that you could make your way down to his neck, but his glasses hit you in the eye.

 “Can I take these off?” You giggled. 

 He nodded and you slipped them off, folding them up on your nightstand. You studied his face without his glasses. His lips were plump from kisses and slightly shiny and red from your cherry gloss. His eyes were big as ever, and they sparkled as he looked at you.

 “Your lips are so sweet, baby.” You kissed him again and again. “I love kissing you.”

 He whimpered again, and you felt your panties sticking to you when you shifted to sit on your knees. Your eyes glanced to his lap, where there was a noticeable tent in his pants. He was rock-solid, no doubt. 

 You moved your hand down his chest and tummy to brush your fingertips over his erection. He let out a breathy moan and then squirmed away from your touch.

 Your eyebrows furrowed. “Baby… have you ever been touched before?”

 He blushed furiously and gave you a small nod, barely meeting your eyes. “A… a little” 

 “A little? What do you mean?”

 He sighed, closing his eyes. “Well, I used to date this girl from the polo club…”

 You nodded. “Mhm?”

 “And… we used to… kiss. Sometimes.”

 A little smile crept onto your lips. “Yeah? Did you ever try anything else, baby?” 

 He shifted in his seat, ears burning. “She touched me over my pants one time… but I…” He stared at his hands. 

 You smiled, squeezing his knee to comfort him. “What, baby?”

 “I got too excited and…” he covered his face with his hands. “Agh, please don’t make me say it.” 

 So he really did cum in his pants! It wasn’t just a nasty rumor!

 “She thought I was disgusting,” He continued, frowning. “She broke up with me and told everyone about it.”

 “Is that why you’re so nervous, sweetheart? You’re afraid of getting too excited?”

 “I can’t embarrass myself in front of you anymore.” He shook his head. “I won’t be able to live with myself.” 

 “Heeseung.” He looked in your eyes at the sound of his name and you gently held his cheek. “I would never make fun of you for something like that, baby. I’d never do that. I just want to make you feel good.”

 He sighed and looked at you like you were a goddess before kissing you again. It was a much more heated kiss this time, his tongue feverishly working against yours, no matter how calculated its movements may be. You gently pushed him down on the bed and swung your leg over him, pressing yourself flush against his chest. He let out a little gasp.

 “Is this okay, baby?”

 “Yes.” He breathed. “God, yes.”

 You made out with him and pressed your hips against his just hard enough to give him a little stimulation, not nearly hard enough to make him cum in his pants. His hands squeezed your waist, his legs slotted with yours. He gasped again when your thigh brushed against his crotch.

 You pulled your lips away from his with a little smack, empathetically looking down as you brushed your fingertips over his bulge again. “Does it hurt?”

 “M-mhm.” He nodded, unable to find any other words.

 You finally left little kisses up his perfect neck, planting one final kiss on his earlobe. Your voice was barely a whisper. “Have you ever had a blowjob, baby?” 

 He almost came in his pants again. You pulled back to look in his eyes and he just stared up at you with that sweet Bambi gaze, ever-so-slightly shaking his head no. 

 “Can I give one to you?”

 A tiny nod.

 “I need to hear you say it, baby.”

 “Yes,” he nodded again, more sure of himself. “Yes, please.”

 You undid his tie and he sat up to help you shakily undo the buttons of his dress shirt. Though you’d seen him shirtless in the pool earlier, you couldn’t help but marvel at his body. His stomach was muscular from years of surfing and wrestling and it felt hard under your fingertips. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch you unzip his pants and pull them down.

 “No Stormtroopers today?” You smiled up at him.

 He exhaled a breathy laugh. “No, not today.”

 You gently tugged the waistband of his boxers down, and his cock slapped against his toned lower abdomen once it was freed. His tip was red and dripping, the vein running along the bottom of his shaft pulsing slightly.

 “Wow, baby…” You gently took his cock in your hands. “You have a really pretty dick.” You pressed a kiss to the tip of it. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to take deep breaths again. He’d pictured your face next to his dick a bit too many times before and seeing the real thing was overwhelming. When he opened his eyes, you were letting a glob of saliva drip onto his cock. It landed on his tip and then slid down his length, pooling at his balls.

 Too much. His arms gave out and he just laid against your pillows, breathing heavily.

 “Doing okay, baby?” You asked, gently jerking your spit into his cock.

 “S-so good.” He breathed. You smiled and took his tip into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the sensitive underside of his head.

 He moaned. Truly moaned, like you’d never heard a boy moan before. It was loud and pretty, like something that you’d only ever heard in porn. You shivered at the sound. 

 “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-” He sat back up a little.

 “Don’t you dare stop.” You jerked your hand a little faster. “I want you to keep making those pretty noises for me, baby.” You kissed his base and then licked up to his tip before taking him in your mouth again.

 Another gorgeous moan. His hands gripped your duvet, his pretty eyelashes fluttering shut. His whole body was shaking and he whimpered again as he subconsciously rolled his hips into your mouth. You gagged around his length and he let out a loud moan before sitting up again.

 “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, it just felt so goo- O-oh…” You jerked your hand over his tip while you tongued at his base. 

 “Don’t apologize, baby. Do you like this?”

 “That f-” His eyes rolled back and his precious head hit your pillow again. “That f-feels so…”

 You smiled, playfully tracing your middle finger around his slit to smear his precum around. You looked up at him as you pressed more kisses up his shaft. 

 “Oh my god…” he whined. His eyebrows knit together and his lips stayed parted as he looked down at you. 

 You hummed and spit on his cock again, jerking his tip as he seemed to like so much. “You’re doing so good, Heeseung. Being so good for me.” He let out something between a whine and a moan as you took him in your mouth again, slowly jerking his base while your tongue worked over his tip.

 “Oh god,” He whined, his knuckles white from gripping your sheets so hard. “W-wait, gonna-” 

 You pulled off his cock, jerking the tip in your hand and running your tongue along his shaft. “I want you to cum, baby. I want you to.” You gave his tip two more kitten licks before taking him in your mouth again, pumping his base. 

 He let out the prettiest moan he’d made all night when he came. You sucked him through his orgasm, swallowing every last drop of cum he pumped into your mouth. Once he caught his breath, he looked down at you gently tracing your fingers over his spent cock. It twitched under your fingers.

 “Where- where’d it… oh god… did- did you swallow…?”

 You wiped the corners of your mouth, moving up to hover over him. “You did so good for me, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

 He whined and kissed you again. Tasting himself on your tongue was new and exciting and didn’t gross him out anywhere near as much as you thought it would. He gently flipped you over, kissing down your neck to the valley of your breasts. “C-can I…?” He looked up at you through his long eyelashes, and you pulled the straps of your dress and bra down to reveal your chest.

 “Wow…” he breathed. “They’re so pretty. Can I…?”

 “You can touch, baby. You don’t have to ask.” You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. He ran a thumb over one of your hardened nipples, taking the other one in his mouth and harshly sucking. “A-ah, not so hard, baby. They’re really sensitive.”

 “Sorry.” He whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to your nipple. “M’sorry.”

 “It’s okay, baby. It’ll feel really good if you just gently suck, okay? And keep doing that with your other hand.” 

 He followed your orders, worshipping your tits like they were the most precious treasure he’d ever held. His tongue occasionally flicked over them before he planted little kisses all over your chest.

 “That’s it, Heeseung. Just like that, baby.” You sighed.

 He positioned himself further down your body. “I’ve never… I’ve never done this before, so I need you to teach me, okay?”

 “What do you want to do, baby?”

 “I want to go down on you. Like you did for me.”

 “Heeseung, sweetheart, you don’t have to. I didn’t do that to get something in return.”

 “Isn’t sex supposed to feel good for both people?” He tilted his head. “I want to make you feel good, too.”

 He looked up at you through his eyelashes again as he planted a singular kiss on your exposed thigh. You nodded. “Okay, baby.”

 He helped you pull your dress off and you kicked it to the end of your bed next to where he was laying on his tummy. You threw your bra to the side, leaving you in your panties. “Why don’t you just try touching me first?”

 He nodded, softly rubbing his fingers over the fabric of your underwear. “Y-you’re wet.” He whispered, almost to himself.

 “You do that to me, baby. You’ve done that to me since the first night I met you.”

 He whimpered again, pressing a kiss to your clothed heat. His tongue lightly dragged across the fabric and he pulled away with wide eyes. “Can I take them off of you?”

 You nodded, lifting your hips so he could pull your panties down. You spread your legs for him to rest his shoulders between once they were off. 

 “Fuck…” he whispered. You had never heard him curse before.

 “Teach me. Please, please, teach me,” he pleaded.

 You nodded, spreading your pussy apart with two of your fingers and rubbing the bud there with a third. “Do you see this, baby?”

 “Is that your clit?”

 “Mhm. If you want to use your mouth, you can lick me there. Or you can suck, but not too hard or it’ll hurt. You can just touch me with your fingers, too.” He nodded, noting your words like it was the most valuable information he’d ever heard. You laughed. “Why don’t you just… try? I’ll tell you if something feels good, okay?”

 He nodded, leaning forward to lick a single stripe up your pussy. You squirmed a little bit at the stimulation. 

 “You’re… sweet.” He breathed. He brought his face back to your pussy, giving your clit a few kitten licks just as you’d told him to.

 “Mmm… that’s good, baby. Like that.” You threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing it off his forehead. He gave your clit a few more little licks and you let out a few breathy moans for him. “Can I try some other things, too?” he looked up at you. 

 “Try anything, baby. Go ahead.”

 He nodded, running his tongue all over your pussy before it found your hole. The tip of his tongue dipped into your entrance, collecting your arousal and spreading it around your cunt before moving back up to lap at your clit. “T-that felt good, Heeseung.” You praised him. “Do that again.”

 He continued his movements, his confidence building a bit. The record playing in the background was long finished, and the sound of it crackling and popping did nothing to mask the little squelching sounds of your baby’s tongue on your pussy. Heeseung was already completely hard again.

 “Can I try sucking?”

 “Mhm. Gentle, baby.”

 His pretty lips ever-so-gently wrapped around your clit, sucking so light and sweet that it was almost like he was giving your clit little kisses. “Good… god, that’s good, Heeseung. That’s a good boy.” You praised, completely unaware of the new title you’d just given him. 

 He moaned against your cunt. “Can I use my fingers, too?”

 “Yes,” you breathed. A few seconds passed and you felt nothing, so you looked down. He was looking between his hand and your pussy with furrowed eyebrows. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” he whispered.

 “You’re not gonna hurt me, baby. Just be gentle. And curve them up towards my belly button while you thrust them, okay?”

 He nodded. “H-how many?”

 “Just two, baby.” You smiled down at him, pushing his hair off his forehead again. “Two’s perfect.”

 He nodded again and softly slipped his pointer and middle fingers into your pussy, whimpering once they were knuckle-deep. “Oh my god,” he whined.

 “Feels good, baby. Now just slowly pump them in and out and curve them like I told you.” 

 He was such a good listener. His long, slender fingers felt better than anyone else’s ever had, including your own. 

 “Can I do this and use my mouth at the same time?”

 “Please, Heeseung. Please do that.” You breathed. Hearing you beg for him made him ache all over.

 He used his other hand to draw a few little circles on your clit before lacing his fingers with yours and gently attaching his mouth to your pussy again. His fingers pumped at a steady pace, brushing your g-spot with each stroke as his lips and tongue massaged your clit.

 “Baby,” you moaned, “You’re incredible. You’re doing so good, angel.”

 Heeseung moaned against your cunt at the praise, moving his tongue down to flick over where his fingers entered you. The tip of his upturned nose bumped your clit. You arched your back, and he pressed his face further into your pussy. 

 “Mph! Baby… I think you’re gonna make me cum.” You breathed. He moved his mouth back up to your clit, whimpering and licking and gently sucking. 

 “Hee… fuck, j-just like that, baby.” This feeling was so foreign. Boys never made you cum. You’d only ever felt this way by yourself late at night in your room. But here Heeseung was, with his pretty little mouth and his perfect fingers, about to be the first person who had ever seen you have a real orgasm.

 “A-ah, fuck,” your toes curled as you squeezed your eyes shut. The pressure in your core was almost to a peak. “That’s- that’s it, baby- fuck!” One last suck from his lips and curl of his fingers had you falling apart. Your walls clenched around his fingers and he moaned and hummed against your pussy as you came. Your body spasmed on the bed, back arching and hips wiggling as your high washed over you. Heeseung slowly pulled his fingers out of you once you came down.

 “I’m… I’m so sorry.” He whispered.

 Your eyes snapped open. “Why are you sorry? That felt really good, baby.”

 “I… I came on your dress.” You looked down at the fabric, which had somehow gotten bunched up between his legs. So that was why he was moaning so much. “And it was so pretty. God, I’m so sorry.” He whined your name.

 You giggled, pulling him up to you and kissing his glossy lips. “I don’t care about the dumb dress, baby. You did so good.” You kissed him again. “You know that was the first time anybody has ever made me cum?”

 His eyes widened. “...Really? I was one of your firsts?”

 “Yeah,” you breathed. “I guess you were.”

 He smiled through the next kiss he gave you. His breaths were uneven, and for a moment, you thought he was crying. When you pulled away to look into his eyes, he was giggling.

 “W… what’s funny?”

 “Nothing!” He smiled, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “I’m just… I’m really happy right now.”

 You brushed his bangs out of his eyes. “Yeah… I am too, baby.”

 A small feeling of guilt crept into your stomach as he laid his head on your chest. Your own voice echoed in your head as you remembered all the times you’d described what you wanted to do to a boy like Heeseung. How you wanted to break him and ruin him, turn him into a mess for you. You ran your fingers through Heeseung’s fluffy dark hair and understood what the term ‘lovesick’ meant. 

 He’s perfect. And people aren’t supposed to be perfect, but he is. To ruin him would be a tragedy. 

 Heeseung started calling you his girlfriend after that night. He never really asked or made a big deal about it, he just casually slipped it into conversation whenever he got the chance. 

 “My girlfriend loves cherry stuff. She always wears this cherry-flavored lipgloss and it sticks to my cheeks when she kisses me.”

The gas station employee stared at him. “The lollipop is 89 cents, sir.”

 The guys definitely caught on, too. Heeseung was constantly asking if you could join them when they made plans. Like this morning, for example, when Sunghoon asked if they all could go surfing on Heeseung’s beach.

“Can my girlfriend come?”

“You know we know her name, right? And I thought you said she didn’t like surfing?” Jay asked.

“She likes to watch.” Heeseung shrugged.

 Which was true. You loved watching the boys. They were funny, and they truly loved being around each other. Watching them was like watching a sitcom. You sat on a towel on the beach, listening to Heeseung’s small radio while they surfed. The summer was almost halfway over, and it was turning out to be a lot purer than you anticipated.

 Jake waddled up the beach, trying to knock the water out of his ears. He’d just wiped out for the third time in a row.

 “That was quite a fall.” You laughed as he plopped down next to you on your towel.

 “I just don’t get how Heeseung’s so good at it. He doesn’t even have to try!” He groaned, hitting the side of his head to get more water out.

 “He’s good at everything.” You smiled, taking out the small pair of binoculars he gave you to watch him through.

 “Yeah…” Jake sighed. “He really likes you, you know.”

 “I know.”

 “No, I mean he really likes you. He talks about you all the time. It’s kind of annoying, really.”

 You didn’t say anything, smiling as you watched your boy through the binoculars. He looked at you and waved, screaming out a “Watch this!” that was muted over the ocean breeze. You gave him a thumbs-up while Jake kept talking.

 “Jay still doesn’t really trust you. He thinks you’re going to break his heart.”

 “I can’t blame him for that.” You sighed. “I have a pretty bad track record.”

 “But… you aren’t going to, right?” 

 You watched Heeseung through the binoculars. He caught a wave, then stood up on his board and did a sort of flip trick. He tried to wave to you once he landed and ended up wiping out, slamming face-first into the ocean.

 You smiled. “No, I don’t think I will.” 

 Heeseung waddled up the beach doing the same head shake that Jake did to get the water out of his ears. Jake stood up from his spot on the towel. “Just… take care of him. Okay?”

 “Okay.”

 Heeseung plopped down where Jake had been sitting as the latter made his way back down the beach. The towel darkened as beads of water dripped onto it. “What were you guys talking about?”

 “You.” You answered honestly. “You looked really cool out there, baby.”

 “You saw?” He blushed. “I tried to do a trick for you.” 

 “It was cool. I loved it.” You repeated yourself, pushing his wet hair off his forehead and then cupping his face. He leaned into your touch and pressed a kiss to your hand.

 “Are you wearing enough sunscreen?” He squinted at your shoulders. “I don’t want you to get burned.”

 Your stomach flipped and your heart broke at the same time. Never, in your entire life, had a boy cared whether or not you got a sunburn. Or opened a car door for you, or bought you flowers. Or kissed you just to kiss you, not to start anything else. Never had a boy bought cherry lollipops for you at the gas station because he remembered how your lips tasted and thought of you when he saw them. 

 And you didn’t deserve any of it.

 “Are you?” His voice was laced with concern. “Here, turn around. I’ll put some more on.”

 Heeseung sat up on his knees to work the sunscreen into your skin and you tried not to cry. His hands were so gentle, touching you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held.

 “Hey, are you okay?” He wiped his hands on his own shoulders once he was done.

 “Why are you so sweet to me?” You whispered, staring out into the ocean. He sat next to you and stared, too, resting his hands on his knees. There was a beat of silence, and then he sighed.

 “You’re the best girl in the world. And I…” He shifted in his seat, looking down at his hands. “You know… I love you.”

 Your head turned to look into his eyes. They widened when he saw the look of shock on your face and the tears in yours.

 “That was weird! That was weird, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said-”

 You kissed him. He tasted like the ocean.

 “I… I love you too, baby.” You whispered back, and you were 95% sure that you meant it. 

 Heeseung’s parents went out of town the next week, but he didn’t want to have a party. He wouldn’t tell anybody why but was insistent on it, no matter how much Jake begged. You were reading magazines on your bed when the phone rang. 

 “GOT IT!” You screamed, although you weren’t sure your parents were even home. “Hello?”

 “Hi.”

 “Hi, baby.” You smiled. “What’s up?”

 “Can you come over? Like… like right now?”

 “Are you okay?”

 “Yes! Yeah. Just… come over, okay? I love you.”

 The line clicked dead before you could respond. Once you got to Heeseung’s, you pounded on the huge double doors of his house. No answer.

 “Baby?” You yelled, cupping your hand around your face to look in the door. Nothing. “Heeseung?” You jiggled the door handle, and it opened.

 Heeseung’s house was beautiful. Even more so without a bunch of drunk teenagers crowding it. It was open and tastefully decorated, pictures of baby Heeseung and his brother strategically placed about. You picked up a frame on the small table next to the couch, and a very tiny Heeseung smiled back at you with arms clad in pool floaties. Your heart ached.

 Something moved in the corner of your eye and you turned to look out the huge glass windows. Heeseung was kneeling on the beach, adjusting something that you couldn’t see behind the seagrass.

 Those doors were still impossible to open. You pried one ajar just far enough to squeeze through when you stood sideways.

 “Baby?” You called out, shielding the sun out of your eyes with your hand. “What are you doing?”

 “Ah! Don’t look! Close your eyes!”

 You laughed and covered your eyes with your hand.

 “It was…” He panted, trudging up the beach to you. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

 “You sounded like you were shitting yourself over the phone,” you laughed. “What is it?”

 He held his hand out for you to follow him and walked back down the beach. Behind the seagrass, there was a pretty quilt laid out with a basket on top of it. Two crystal wine glasses sat next to it, a bottle of pink lemonade between them. You looked at him and his ears were flaming.

 “It’s been two months since we met. I thought we should… you know… celebrate. Or something.”

 How has it only been two months?

 “Baby…” you whispered. “This is… this is so sweet. I don’t deserve this.”

 He shook his head. “It’s nothing, really. I made the sandwiches myself so they probably taste really bad, anyway.”

 You laughed and sat down on the quilt, kicking off your sandals.

 “And I was going to bring wine but everything in my parents’ cellar tastes so bad. You like lemonade, right?” He sat down next to you. 

 You nodded. 

 “Ah- ow, wait,” He stood on his knees to pull something out of his back pocket. A very flattened rose appeared and he sighed. “Man… I really wanted to give this to you. You know, because I gave you a rose on our first date? But I crushed it… I’m sor-”

 “I love it.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “It’s perfect, baby. I don’t care if it’s crushed.”

 “Wait, hey, are you crying? Don’t cry! I’ll get another rose, they’re only like two dollars!”

 You shook your head, waving your hand to tell him to stop. You took a deep breath and he watched you with that look he always got when he watched you. 

 “You really do love me, don’t you?”

 His eyebrows furrowed. “Of course I do. You’re my favorite girl in the world.”

 Why did it feel like you’d been stabbed in the stomach? You jumped on top of him, resting a knee on either side of his lap, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. He immediately hugged you back, burying his face in your neck. You kissed the top of his head. 

 “I love you, baby.” You whispered against his hair. You cupped his face and pulled it up to yours to look in those doe eyes. “I love you so much, Heeseung.” 

 You were 100% sure that you meant it. And he looked at you like you’d hung the moon. 

 While you kissed him, you wondered how he’d managed to squeeze his way into your heart.  He’d completely split you open and forced you to feel things that would’ve disgusted you two months ago. You were planning on breaking him this summer and he’d broken you. You loved him with your entire being and it scared the ever-loving fuck out of you.

 “I’m ready now,” he whispered against your lips, barely audible.

 “W-what?”

 “To have sex. I’m ready.”

 “Are you sure, baby?” You brushed his bangs off his forehead. The question was just a formality. You knew he was ready. You’d been fooling around nonstop since that one night, and his confidence had only grown since.

 He nodded. “Positive.”

 “Okay. We can go back to mine after we finish eating, okay? I have condoms there.” You kissed his forehead.

 “There’s… uh-” he blushed. “There are condoms in the basket. Jay gave them to me right before our first date and I’ve sort of been… saving them.”

 “You want to do it here? On the beach?” You laughed, tracing your fingertips over his chest. He looked up at you with wide eyes as his face heated up. “That’s naughty, baby.” 

 “N-no it’s not! It’s a private beach, nobody’s gonna s- ah-” He interrupted himself with a little moan when you started sucking on his neck. 

 “I like that my baby’s a little bit naughty,” you whispered into the shell of his ear. “Just for me, right?”

 “M-mhm. I-I’m your baby,” he whispered back. “Just for you.”

 Fuck. Your hands immediately moved to the buttons of his shirt as you kissed him again. You rested your hands on his abs once his shirt was all the way open. The sun was just beginning to set and it painted him in orange light, illuminating every dip and curve of his body. His belly rose and fell with his quickened breaths.

 “Have I ever told you how sexy you are, baby?” You breathed, running your hands over his abdomen. He gave you a tiny shake of his head.

 “You are, Heeseung. You’re so fucking sexy, sweetheart.”

 He slid his shirt off of his shoulders and pulled you into another kiss, pressing his body against yours. You mentally thanked yourself for wearing a sundress today, because it made it easy to grind your heat against Heeseung’s hardening dick. His moans were as precious and addicting as ever.

 Your hands slid down his stomach to unbutton his pants, and he wiggled his hips to help you pull them off. You reached behind him to open the picnic basket, immediately spotting the gold foil of a condom packet. You spotted something else, too.

 “Baby,” your voice was almost whiny. “Did you cut the sandwiches into little hearts?”

 Those Bambi eyes. “I wanted them to be special for you.”

 You grabbed the condom out of the basket and kissed him again, words of praise escaping your lips through kisses. “My sweet boy.” Another kiss. “My angel baby.” 

 Heeseung gently tugged the straps of your dress down your shoulders and immediately took one of your tits in his hands, massaging it and gently latching his mouth onto the other. He looked up at you through his eyelashes as he softly sucked your nipple, occasionally flicking his tongue over the bud.

 He made you so proud. “Good boy, Heeseung,” You smiled, lacing your fingers through his hair. He whimpered and slid his hands up your legs to tug on the waistband of your panties. He didn’t ask for your permission before pulling them down and for some reason, that made your chest swell with pride again. 

 He kept sucking your tits as his fingers brushed over your pussy. With a knee rested on either side of his lap, you were already spread open for him, so he took the opportunity to circle his fingers around your clit. His movements were just enough; not too hard or too soft, not too fast or too slow. A little smile would appear on his lips every time you moaned for him. He really had learned a lot, you supposed.

 You dipped your fingers into the band of his boxers and gently pulled them down to see that he was already fully hard, his tip reddened and leaking. You took him in your hand and gently pumped him while you kissed him for a little while longer, working him up even more. 

 “I’m gonna put the condom on you, okay baby?” He nodded and laid back on his elbows while you unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto him. You lifted up your dress and slid his cock between your folds, grinding your clit up and down his length and coating the condom in your slick. 

 “O-oh my god,” he whined, closing his eyes.

 “You like that?” You smiled down at him.

 He nodded and rested a hand on your thigh, his kiss-plumped lips parted in a moan. You took him in your hand again and teased his tip over your opening. 

 “Ready?” You asked quietly.

 “Please.” He breathed.

 You kept eye contact with him as you sunk down onto his length.  This was the longest you’d gone without having sex in quite a while, and the stretch made you take in a sharp inhale. Heeseung’s face made it worth it. His eyebrows were knitted together and his jaw was clenched, his lips pressed together. You lifted yourself up on his cock and sunk back down on it.

 “Fuck,” he moaned. The second time you had ever heard him curse.

 You couldn’t wait any longer. You started bouncing on his cock, resting your hands on his stomach for support. He really was the perfect length, hitting every spot inside of you and stretching you out deliciously.

 “Slowslowslowslow,” He whined, squeezing your thigh. You slowed down to an almost stop.

 “You okay, baby?”

 “Too good. Wanna make this last.”

 You smiled and lifted your dress over your head, the ocean breeze dancing across your skin. This was the first time you’d ever had sex outside before, you realized. By the end of the summer, Heeseung would have taken as many of your firsts as you had his.

 You pressed your body flush against him, pulling his lips into another kiss. Heeseung let out little moans into your mouth when you started slowly pumping him in and out of you again. He rested his hands on your waist but didn’t push or pull you, giving you complete control over his body. 

 And he felt so good. His dick was just as perfect as the rest of him, you were completely convinced. Lazily grinding your hips against his felt just as good as riding him, and when he’d bury his face in your neck, you could hear every little moan and whimper that escaped his lips. You leaned back after a few moments and moved a bit faster. Heeseung couldn’t even come up with words, he just laid his head back and moaned for you, making the prettiest faces you’d ever seen. His muscles tensed and relaxed under his golden skin. 

 “Always so good for me,” you praised, looking into his eyes which were full of nothing but pure adoration. He made you feel like the most important person in the world.

 He propped himself up on one arm to stare at where he disappeared inside of you and couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away. His moans were becoming increasingly desperate as he reached a hand up to thumb at your clit.

 “Heeseung…” you breathed, tightening around him.

 “W-wait- ah!” he squeaked. You felt the condom fill inside of you, warming you up even more.

 “That’s it, baby,” you praised, riding him through his high. “That’s a good boy.”

 He whimpered and shook through his orgasm, his hands squeezing your thighs. You leaned down and kissed him again. “You did so good, baby.” 

 You heard him sniffle.

 “Baby?”

 “N-no I didn’t,” his eyes were glassy. “I’m so sorry. I wanted to last longer for you so bad.”

 “Sweetheart, stop it. It felt amazing. It was perfect.” You cupped his cheek in your hand. “You were perfect.”

 He shook his head. “We’re not done until you cum, too.”

 Heeseung gently flipped you over, pulling out of you and tossing the used condom to the side. He positioned his shoulders between your legs and then immediately buried his head between your thighs, pressing his face to your pussy and splitting you open with his tongue.

 “A-ah!” you threw your head back in a moan, stringing your fingers through his hair. He took a few seconds to just taste you and then got to work. After weeks of practice, Heeseung was an expert at eating you out. His tongue flicked over your clit a few times before he wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked, and then repeated the process. You were already close to an orgasm before, so you got close again in no time.

 He ate you out with even more enthusiasm than normal. The slurping noises coming from between your thighs made your head spin. His mouth was so sweet and so sinful.

 “H-Hee-” you started, looking down at him. He made eye contact and moaned against your pussy and that was all you needed to cum all over his pretty mouth. Your back arched as he licked you through your orgasm, humming against your clit and circling it with his tongue. 

 He moved up to press his glossy lips to yours in a heated kiss. “C-can we… try again?” he breathed. You looked down and saw that he was completely hard again.

 “Yes. Yes, baby, please.” 

 He quickly got another condom out of the basket and rolled it down onto his length, aligning himself with your entrance again. You wrapped one of your arms around his neck as he slowly pushed in, meeting his eyes once he bottomed out. Heeseung laced his fingers through your free hand as he started thrusting. Precious.

 His thrusts were slow and deep, much deeper than he was before. You swore you could feel him in your chest. You wrapped a leg around his waist so that he could go even deeper and simultaneously moaned with him.

 “You’re amazing, Heeseung. Feels so fucking good, baby.”

 “I love you so much,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck. 

 You were both shaking in overstimulation, sweaty and clinging to each other for dear life. He was the most beautiful mess you’d ever seen. 

 Your orgasms built alongside each other this time. Every movement he made brought you closer to the edge, every noise and praise from you did the same for him. His thrusts eventually picked up speed, his tip bumping your swollen g-spot with every stroke. When he slid his hand down to play with your clit again, you couldn’t help but cum on his cock with a loud whine.

 And that, Heeseung was convinced, was the single most euphoric sensation he’d ever felt in his life. Your walls sort of fluttered and then clenched, squeezing his orgasm out of him. His moans were just as loud, if not louder, than yours as he pumped the condom full. He collapsed on top of you once you both completely finished. 

 You ran your hands over his sculpted back. “I love you, baby.”

 “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he mumbled like a mantra, pressing his lips to your neck. The sun had finally set, and the night breeze made you shiver as you tried to catch your breath. 

 Heeseung pulled out of you and you shivered again. “Are you cold?” he asked, voice laced with concern.

 “I’m okay, baby. Can you hand me my dress?” 

 He tied off the condom as you slipped your dress back on, shivering again. He frowned once he was dressed, too.

 “You’re cold.”

 “I’m fine, baby. I want to eat all the food you made. You worked so hard on this.”

 He shook his head, moving to stand up. “I’m not gonna let my girl sit out here in the cold.” He reached a hand down to help you up. “I have Star Wars on VHS. We can watch and eat at the same time.”

 You smiled. “Okay.”

 He held your hand as you walked back up the beach, and it didn’t feel real. You ate those heart-shaped sandwiches while lightsaber sounds played in the background and that didn’t feel real, either.

 You were in love with a boy who loved Star Wars and drove way too slow and wore ties to house parties. He held your hand just to hold it; he kissed your lips just to kiss them. You loved a boy who still wrestled with his friends in the pool even though it had been ages since they made up the game and he wasn’t a kid anymore. He is thoughtful and he is silly and he is good. He kept roses in his pockets for you and then offered to buy you more when he sat on them. He remembers your favorite songs and your least favorite ones so that he can change the radio station for you. He likes when you wear dresses and he likes when your lipgloss sticks to his cheeks. He can’t handle his liquor and he cries way too easily and he’s perfect. 

 Your baby. He’s perfect.

 And you weren’t disappointed at all that your project didn’t go according to plan.

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Princess Leia's Golden Bra

Eddie Munsonx fem!reader (just referred to as she because I didn't say her name or Y/N)

Summary: Eddie's girlfriend got Leia's famous costume to surprise her boyfriend, but he had a few objections that she was definitely not expecting. Just a fluffy and funny little idea I had.

warnings: allusions to sex I guess?

    She stared into the full length mirror on the bathroom door, then back to the VHS box cover of Return of the Jedi, then leaned in to try and make the hair go a little more up. It was a party store costume, not the highest quality but Princess Leia’s  golden bra got the point across even when it was plastic.

    She felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of Eddie waiting in her bedroom for a special surprise she had promised. She turned and frowned at the look of all that exposed stomach and the bit of indented back fat that spilled over the band no matter how hard she tried to rearrange it until she got frustrated. Stupid costume. Carrie Fisher probably had backfat in it too.

    She took a deep breath and shook sher shoulders a little to get into kind of a sexy mood. She and Eddie had been sleeping together for a few months now, neither had a lick of experience beforehand but experimenting and learning with him had been….fun to say the least. But this felt a little more embarrassing, like if she said the wrong thing then he’d laugh at her and she wouldn’t blame him because if he came in dressed like David Bowie in Laberynth and he started talking she’d think it was pretty funny too. The problem was was that she didn’t want to be laughed at. For a second there she considered calling off the whole thing and just walking in naked, but the costume had been like…thirty bucks. That was too much of an investment to not even try. She sighed, straightened her shoulders, and went to walk towards her bathroom. 

    When she walked inside Eddie was laying back on her bed with his socked feet danging over the side and repeatedly throwing something up in the air and catching it.

    She straightened her posture and somewhat awkwardly leaned up against the doorframe in what she thought was a sexy position and cleared her throat. He sat up and his eyes went wide, but not necessarily in a good way. She looked down anxiously at herself, wondering if she had gotten it wrong.

    “Why are you wearing that?” He asked, more confused than turned on. She stared at him like he was a fucking idiot.

    “Because Carrie Fisher is super hot and your celebrity crush? I thought you’d like it if I dressed up as Leia.” She said, crossing her arms to cover herself uncomfortably until she knew what exactly was going on.

    “Well, yeah. She is super hot, but-”

    “Edward Munson if you are about to say that she’s super hot but I can’t pull it off, I'd advise you to rethink and say something else.” She cut him off sternly, and his eyes went wide and he waved his hands in front of him to ward off the wrong idea.

    “No! That's not what I meant! You look - well, okay, it’s- you are extremely extremely hot. I just don’t know why you picked…that Leia outfit.” He said quickly.

    “Because this is the sexy one?” She asked, now really confused. She didn't like the way he was looking at her like he couldn't believe she didn't know what he meant. 

    “Do you have any idea what Leia was going through when she wore that outfit? It’s literally called the Slave Leia outfit! She was captured and being exploited by Jaba the Hutt and Han was frozen in cryolite and they had been betrayed by Lando Calrizian and-”

    “Eddie.” She said dryly until he stopped. “Are you saying to me that you don't think that I look hot in a fucking gold bikini because princess Leia isn't empowered in the scene she wears it in?" She asked absolutely incredulously. She wasn't even mad anymore, honestly it might be the funniest thing that's ever happened to her. 

       He at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed but nodded. "That is what I am saying, yes."

   "You are the only man alive that would make that objection, you know that, right?" She said. At first he was worried she was mad but then he saw her expression as absolutely hysterically delighted. 

    "Anybody that actually paid attention to the movie would say the same thing."

   That actually made her laugh aloud. "Holy shit baby, no. They wouldn't." 

"They should- OOH! You should get the green outfit she wears on Endor. You'd look hot as hell in that." He said seductively. 

"Isn't….isn't that the poncho?"

"I mean it's the outfit that she commands the ewoks to victory in destroying the second death star, saving the galaxy and all its inhabitants but sure- call it a poncho." He said with an incredulous laugh like she was the one saying something ridiculous. 

"I'm not a scientist, but I want to study your brain." She said dryly. 

"That's probably fair and maybe not a bad idea. My brain thinks some crazy shit sometimes." He said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, you do. Like saying your girlfriend would look hotter in a green poncho than a gold bikini." She said, and he glanced up at her to see if he was in trouble but she was smiling. 

"I mean, if it was a different gold bikini I'd be on the floor right now."

"Anybody ever tell you that you're kind of a freak?" She asked affectionately and he grinned at her.

"Course, badge of pride baby. And I mean… dressing up like a Star Wars character to turn on your weird boyfriend? Sounds like you're kind of a freak too." He said lovingly.

She smiled warmly and sat down next to him, leaning in to kiss him but he leaned back. 

"What's wrong?" She asked, and he glanced down to the outfit.

 "Seriously? You actually want me to take it off?" She asked, annoyed.

"Please. And not in a sexy way that will just remind me more of what Jaba did to her…." He said solemnly, and she laughed in utter delight and disbelief for what felt like the 100th time in the past 2 minutes. 

"Baby this outfit was like thirty bucks and I don't think I can return it because you can't wear a bra with it." She pointed out. 

"I'll pay you back for it. And maybe buy you a green poncho- I wasn't joking about that."

"I think I love you." She said in fascination. 

"Because you want to study me?" He asked, softly smiling, looking at her face that was full of affection he didn't really understand until he remembered every time she every said something so utterly ridiculous that he couldn't help but look at her and wonder what planet she came from and how quickly he could get her someplace private to show her how much he loved just how fucking weird she was. 

"Mmhmm." 

"Babe?"

 "Yeah?"

"Can you change into something else so we can fool around?" He said, and she threw her head back cackling and got up to pick something else out. 

Though the costume didn't get used for its intended purpose and sat in the back of her closet forever, she didn't regret it for a second because every time Eddie showed himself as even weirder than she previously thought she somehow fell harder and he knew he did the same. 

She'd find the poncho another day, because she knew that it would either lead to something sexy, or far more likely, knowing Eddie, hiding behind his couch and shooting fake laser pistols at each other until they had ended up making out on the floor of his trailer after a lot of very committed and very intense non sexy role play and slow burn romance between enemies that would probably last all day. 

She was okay with that.

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Honestly Netflix Lambert fluff is keep me going these days. Would you by chance be willing to write a Netflix Lambert x female reader where they’re cuddling and keeping warm during a winter in Kaer Morhen. Please and thank! I love your writing!

A/N: I hope you enjoy this babe!

Warnings: mostly fluff, just a little bit of angst, Lambert is a bit of a dick but he's Lambert

***

The door to the Great Hall creaked open, causing all four witchers to look up in your direction.

You pulled the cloak tighter around your shoulders. You didn’t think it was possible, but the hall was far colder than the room you shared with Lambert.

The red haired witcher's gaze lingered on you momentarily before he looked back down to the cards in his hand.

“Thought you were asleep, woman.” His deep voice was the only noise in the hall.

The wolves must’ve been extremely focused on their card game for it to be so quiet.

“I was for a while.” You moved around the table, curiously eyeing their game. You didn’t understand whatever game it was they were playing, but it looked like Coen was winning. “But I’ve been waiting for you.”

Eskel snickered. A grin came to Geralt’s face as he peered across the table to his brother.

“You hear that, Lambchop?” Coen nodded in your direction. “She’s been waiting for you.”

“Fuck off!” Lambert swatted a hand in Coen’s direction. That furrow in his brow that seemed permanent stayed there as he shifted his gaze to you. “The hell are you waitin’ on me for?”

“It’s cold, and I’d much rather not freeze to death.”

Coen and Eskel cackled like you had just said the funniest thing in the world. Geralt did a better job at hiding his amusement.

“She wants you to keep her warm, wolf!” Eskel hit his hand against the table with enough force to jar the tankards.

You held no shame in letting the wolves know how sweet and kind Lambert was. But you knew Lambert was a difficult man. He didn’t like to show that side of himself, and especially to those who knew him to be a hardass.

The red haired witcher cursed under his breath, rubbing his eyes as his brothers poked fun at him for a few moments.

“I’ll be up in a little bit, woman.”

“I can wait down here–,”

“I said I’ll be up in a little bit.” He cut you off. His tone caught you by surprise, making you take a moment to process what he said.

You adjusted the cloak and took in a breath.

“If you’d like to keep that attitude when you come up, don’t bother coming to bed.”

You turned to walk away, ignoring the rambunctious laughter that echoed through the hall.

Lambert growled, pushing himself to his feet. He followed you quickly, reaching you just as you left the hall.

“I didn’t mean it to sound like that, woman.”

“I know.” You continued down the hall without sparing a glance over your shoulder.

“Then why the hell are you still walking away from me like that?”

“Because at the moment, I just want to go to bed and try to sleep.” You turned to face him. “I came down to see if you’d be coming to bed soon. I didn’t ask that your brothers tease you about anything. You didn’t have to direct that anger on to me.”

“I was just…. I didn’t mean to, bug.”

You looked at him for a few moments, your shoulders slumping as you let out a breath.

“Are you that ashamed of us?” You tilted your head to the side a little.

Lambert shook his head, taking a few steps towards you.

“Hell no, bug. I just…. Sometimes I forget and I’m not used to it all. And the lads, they’re just asswipes about it.”

“Does it bother you that they mess with you?”

“Not really. It’s annoying as fuck, sure. But I’ve dealt with them all my life. They’ve always been like that, the lot of pricks.”

You rubbed your upper arm, nodding softly.

Lambert closed the space between you both, large hands coming up to your arms.

“Think it’s a good time to go to bed.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, his beard scratching your skin in a pleasant way.

***

Once you arrived at his room, you took the cloak off and climbed into his bed.

“For fuck’s sake, bug. You should’ve said the fire went out.” Lambert looked at the heart, nudging the barely lit embers with his boot.

“I was going to.”

With a simple sign of igni, flames engulfed the wood once more.

Once his boots were taken off, Lambert clambered into bed with you. But instead of getting in on his side, he climbed over to your side.

“Lambert, what are you–!” You squealed as he let himself fall down on top of you, practically crushing you with his weight.

“M’gonna keep you warm, bug.” He tucked his face into your neck, knowing very well his facial hair would tickle you.

“Lambert!” You tried to push against him, but he was far too heavy. You only succeeded in pushing his arm. “You’re squishing need to death!”

“I wouldn’t do that! I’m keeping you warm.” He turned his head to start kissing your neck.

“I’m tired, Lambert!” You whined. “I want to sleep!”

He grumbled and groaned as he got off of you and settled with lying next to you.

Almost immediately, you buried yourself in his chest.

“You’re so warm.” You buried your nose in the front of his neck.

“Fuck! Your nose is ice cold!”

“I told you I was freezing.” You muttered.

His large arms engulfed you, drawing you in to him even more.

“Good night, bug.”

“Good night, Lambert.”

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uncles - stanley uris

↳ prompt requested by anon - “ you’re going to be a mother/father/aunt/uncle/etc. with stanley” this is shit but i hope you enjoy the fic love! <3

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“oh my god you guys are so obsessed with us,” richie was clearly trying to hold back a smile as he opened the door, and y/n could practically feel as stanley’s eyes rolled beside her. “you guys were literally here last week.”

“nice to see you too, rich.” stanley scoffed, and playfully punched richie’s arm before the two men hugged. y/n could hear as stanley greeted eddie once he had stepped inside and she had her turn giving richie a hug, before the latter shut the door and followed them into the house, giving eddie a hug as she passed him.

y/n and stan didn’t see richie and eddie, and the other losers, as much as they liked. sure, they all attended the monthly losers club meeting and they all were in a group chat together (that took richie months to learn how to use), but it wasn’t the same as seeing them in person. they didn’t usually drop by on richie and eddie twice in two weeks, but they had something they wanted to share with the two in person. not over the phone.

y/n crouched down to greet the small tabby cat that came running towards her once she had walked in, and smiled as she gently scratched the back of his neck. “hey stan.” she smiled fondly.

richie had thought that it would be the funniest thing ever if he named his cat stanley when he adopted it two years ago, and everyone thought it was hilarious apart from stan, who claimed to hate the cat, though he was always caught letting the cat nudge his chin.

“don’t encourage it.” stan (the human) complained behind her, and y/n giggled as she looked up at her husband and took his hand when he offered it to her to help her up.

“don’t act like you don’t like stanley, stanley, he’s an official member of the losers.” richie snickered as he sat down on the sofa, and after he had patted his leg twice the cat jumped up on the couch beside him.

“keep being a dick and we won’t tell you why we’re here.” stanley huffed, and as y/n sat down in the armchair adjacent to the sofa, stan leaned beside it with his hand on his wife’s shoulder.

“y/n will tell me, i’m her favourite.” richie grinned, and y/n giggled as she shook her head.

“not this time, rich, sorry.” she smiled, and watched as he huffed before he tossed a cushion in her direction, that stan caught before it hit her.

“okay screw you, you’re not my favourite anymore. eddie is.”

eddie rolled his eyes as he sat down beside richie, and tucked himself against his side. “thanks, rich, i’ve only been married to you for four years.” he huffed, and scrunched his nose up slightly when richie ruffled his hair.

“anyways,” eddie huffed, shoving richie’s arm away. “what’s up, guys?”

y/n looked up at stanley and shared an excited smile with her husband. her hand found his and she gently laced their fingers together as stan cleared his throat, and stood up a little straighter.

“well, we have some news to share with you guys.” stan smiled nervously.

“dude, are you finally getting rid of those sweater vests? it’s been fucking years-“ richie started, though cut himself off with a huff when eddie jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow.

“no, richie,” y/n laughed, and sat up straighter in her seat when stanley had gently squeezed her hand in reassurance. “we just wanted to tell you guys that you’re both going to be an uncle.”

eddie’s eyes practically bulged out of his head as he sat up, and y/n had to hold back a laugh when she saw his hand frantically searching for richie’s. “what?”

“fuck you, you’re a liar.” richie’s eyes were also wide behind his glasses, and y/n laughed as she shook her head.

“we’re not lying, rich, i’m pregnant.”

richie was the first one out of his seat and y/n grinned as she stood to meet him for a hug. he mumbled a congratulations into her hair as he held her, and she laughed as he held her so tightly that he lifted her into the air. stanley was fretting “be careful be careful!” behind them, and she heard richie snicker as he put her down.

“hey, she’s my favourite again, i’m careful.” richie snickered as he moved to pull stanley into a hug, and y/n watched eddie as he rolled his eyes before he hugged her with his own congratulations.

richie couldn’t keep still when he finally stood next to eddie, and as he slung his arm over his husband's shoulders he kept bouncing on the balls of his feet. “hey, y/n, if you have twins can i have one?”

y/n shrugged as she leaned into stanley’s embrace, nodding. “yeah, sure.”

“wait-“ stan blinked, before he shook his head. “what? no. you can’t. nobody is having one of our babies, especially richie.”

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean? i’d be a great dad.” richie huffed, and eddie snickered at his side.

“you forgot me last week. you literally drove home without me.” eddie shoved him.

“i was distracted.”

“we were on a date.” eddie deadpanned, and y/n bit her lip to hold off a laugh as richie rolled his eyes.

“whatever, eddie spaghetti, we can’t change the past,” richie sighed dramatically, before he looked at stanley again and scrunched his nose up. “wait, you guys had sex? you’re like fourteen what are you doing?”

“richie we’re in our thirties-“

“teens. you’re in your teens. ever heard of wrap it before you tap it?” richie rolled his eyes dramatically, and eddie huffed as he shoved his husband again.

“what richie means is we’re happy for you guys, really. he just can’t express a genuine emotion for more than two seconds without making a joke.” he scoffed.

“fuck you, yes i can,” richie huffed. “but yeah, i’m happy for you guys, really,” he smiled genuinely. “almost as happy as i was when eddie’s mom-“

eddie reached up to put his hand over his husband’s mouth as y/n laughed, and she leaned into her husband's embrace with a warm smile. she felt his hand gently at her waist as he leaned closer to her, and his breath tickled her neck as he whispered, “richie isn’t gonna babysit alone.”

[jaehyunfirstlove]

🌚🌞🌝That sundress one shot was so hot it made me wish you’d do one where y/n has to deliver bad news to Jae (like nothing earth shattering but enough to make him grumpy) but to buffer the blow she for the first time in a while wears the sundress to break it to him and he takes it relatively well under the circumstances

Pairing: boyfriend!jaehyun x girlfriend!f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, cum play, praise kink

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: this was such a juicy request, anon, i appreciate you sending it in :)

*a follow-up to this

Bored on your day off, you wandered around your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Jaehyun, looking for something to do. You’d just recently moved in together, so you hadn’t had the chance to check out most of his stuff. What piqued your curiosity the most, was his record player, sitting on the shelf in a prime spot. It was obviously one of his most prized possessions, and you were curious to find out what was so great about it. Picking a vinyl off the shelf, you placed it on the turntable, moving the needle across like you’d seen Jaehyun do many times. Except you were clumsier than he was, and ended up dropping it onto the record accidentally.

“Ooops,” you exclaimed, and once you took the needle off you noticed a scratch in the vinyl. Panicking, you briefly thought about throwing it away and buying him a new one, but when you looked at the cover you noticed it was one of his rare ones. “He’s gonna kill me,” you cursed to yourself, but as you wracked your brain an idea came to you, a smile spreading across your face as you came up with your plan.

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“Honey, I’m home!”

Ever since you moved in together Jaehyun would always utter this same phrase if you were home before him, always chuckling afterwards like it was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. Usually you would come running up to him, jumping into his arms like you hadn’t seen him in forever. But this time, you stayed where you were, waiting for him to come to you.

“Y/N?” he called, when you didn’t make your customary appearance.

“In here,” you responded, waiting in the bedroom.

He finally came into the room, and when he saw what you were wearing his eyes went wide. “Uh, Y/N?” his eyes raked over your body as you stood there in your sundress, the very same one you’d been wearing when he fucked you for the first time, your hands clasped behind your back innocently as you twirled slightly, making your skirt swish softly around your thighs. “Why are you wearing that?”

You just shrugged, pouting playfully. “I can’t wear something nice for my boyfriend?”

You saw him swallow, his adam’s apple bobbing. “Um, of course you can! I just mean… what’s the occasion…”

His sentence trailed off, because you moved towards him, hips swaying sensuously, and when you were standing in front of him you put a hand up to his chest, running your palm down over his pecs. He inhaled sharply as he looked at you, his eyes turning hungrier, and you knew then you had him in the palm of your hand.

“Well, there’s really no occasion,” you said sweetly, your hand moving to the waistband of his pants, “but there might just be one teeny tiny thing that I need to tell you.”

His attention was on your hands, and where they were going, and definitely not on your words, so it took him a moment to register what you had just said.

“W-what… ah…” you’d undone his pants and pulled them down, leaving him in just his boxers, already tenting with all the attention you were giving him. “... uh… um… what… was it that you needed to-”

You’d cut him off, palming his bulge over his boxers. His eyes had fluttered closed momentarily, before he came back to himself.

“-tell me…” he tried to continue, tried to keep his mind on what it was you needed to tell him, but your hand was heavenly, cupping his balls and rubbing so deliciously over his clothed erection.

“Do you promise you won’t get mad?” you asked, adding more pressure to your movements. He took another sharp intake of breath, his brain too scrambled to respond appropriately.

“Yes, yes I promise,” he breathed, and so you rewarded him, finally pulling his boxers down and getting on your knees. His eyes got darker as he watched you, lids hooded as his hands automatically went to cradle your head.

You took his cock in your hand, pumped it a few times, marveling at the velvety hardness of it, at the pinkish-reddish tip already beading with precum. You looked up at him, eyes pleading.

“I may have…” and before you continued you swiped your tongue out, licking at his tip. He hissed, clearly not paying attention to what you were saying but trying his hardest to.

“... scratched…”

Lick

“... one of…”

Lick

“... your records.”

You took his entire cock into your mouth right after you said it, in the hopes that he would be distracted enough that he wouldn’t register what you’d just said. As expected he didn’t respond, just groaned beautifully from deep within his throat as you sucked him off, fingers threading through your hair.

“Oh fuck, baby, just like that,” he moaned, his eyes never leaving your face, watching as his cock disappeared into your mouth. “So good, fuck, you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

He continued praising you as you took him deeper, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, and once he felt it he started to move his hips, holding your head as he fucked into your throat.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come,” he growled, “where do you want it? Hm? On that pretty sundress of yours?”

You moaned around his cock, his dirty talk making you wet, and that was enough for him. He picked you up off the floor, practically throwing you onto the bed. He rubbed his hands over the front of your dress, over your hardened nipples since you weren’t wearing a bra, and under the skirt, since you weren’t wearing panties.

“Oh fuck, Y/N,” he groaned again, “you’re driving me crazy in that dress.”

He couldn’t help himself then, just hiking up your skirt and plunging his cock into your sopping pussy. Your back arched off the bed as he fucked you, hard and fast because he was so close to coming. He pulled the front of your dress down to suck on your nipple, biting lightly with his teeth, while his other hand went down to play with your clit. Your orgasm came super fast, and the way your pussy was milking him made him explode into you, with a loud grunt and a hard thrust that made you cry out.

He pulled out after the first thrust, pumping the rest of his cum across the front of your dress, before he collapsed onto the bed beside you.

“So which record was it?” he asked, when he got his breath back.

You propped yourself up on your elbow to look at him, trailing a finger across his stomach. “Does it matter?” you asked, batting your eyelashes. He looked at you and laughed.

“Nope, not when you’re wearing that dress.”

[sunrisefairy]

All yours

Pairing: George Weasley x reader Warning: NSFW! daddy kink, dom/sub, unprotected sex, thigh riding, dirty talk, spanking, slight degradation, crying kink?, cock warming, swearing, mention of alcohol.  Summary: Y/N wants to make George jealous.  Taglist: @hufflepuff5972 @inglourious-imagines @georgeweasleyswhre @horrorxweasley @amourtentiaa @anxiousblanketqueen send me an ask if you would like to be added  ——————————————————————————————————

You were playing a dangerous game and you knew it, flirting with another man only metres away from George. The two of you had arrived to the party separately, George not wanting anyone to be suspicious of your ‘relationship’ if you walked in together. You weren’t really sure what you and George were, you had been fucking each other for a few months but George was adamant on keeping it a secret. Something about ‘why should everyone know about our business?’ and to be honest at the beginning you were happy with that. Your friends were nosy people and would definitely not stop asking questions if they knew about you and George.

So you went along with the late night visits to George’s apartment to have sex on the counter or the shower (honestly anywhere) and leave before sunrise, and quickly sucking his dick in the club bathroom before anyone of your friends would notice your absence and even letting him rub your clit at the dinner table surrounded by all your friends, none of them the wiser. You went along with it all because having even a fraction of George even if it was hidden from prying eyes was better than nothing at all.

But 4 months into your ‘relationship’ you’ve had enough. You wanted everything from George. You wanted lunch dates and walks in the park and snogging on the dance floor drunk for everyone to see. You wanted to be able to walk into a party holding George’s hand, so all the pretty girls knew this man was taken, by you and no one else could have him.

Blame it on the alcohol or the confidence this short silk dress was giving you, but somehow you decided that George needed a little nudge into growing some balls and hopefully taking this relationship to the next level. And what better way than to ignore George all night and flirt with another man to make him jealous?

You were currently chatting to handsome man with tanned skin and dark curly hair, who’s name you didn’t care to remember. He was good looking, a navy suit stretched across his figure made his biceps noticeable whenever he flexed and the maroon tie which say snuggly around his neck made your eyes dart to his Adam’s apple whenever he swallowed.

Out of the corner of your eye you spotted George falling right into your trap, he was blatantly ignoring whoever he was talking to and just watching you. You snap your attention back to Mark? Michael? Or was his name Matthew? He had just finished telling some story that you figured was meant to be funny so you lean your head back and let an obnoxious laugh knowing George is not only watching but he can hear you too.

“Oh my god, you’re hilarious you know? Funniest guy I’ve ever met,” your dainty hand wraps around the man’s bicep giving it a light squeeze before finishing the rest of your champagne and placing it on a nearby table. “Do you want to dance?”

The man nods and you lead the way to the dance floor making sure to stay on George’s line of vision. The dance floor is filled with people, mostly of groups of friends dancing together but some couples were scattered around, grinding on each other suggestively probably hoping to get lucky that night. You take inspiration from the horny couples and turn your back so it’s facing the man’s chest and begin swaying your hips. He rests his hands on your hips as you both dance together.

Your thoughts are clouded by a certain redhead, like they normally are. You can’t help but notice the way the man behind you doesn’t at all feel like George. His grip on your hips feels wrong, his hot breath on your neck is uncomfortable, his hard chest pressed against your back definitely does not feel like George. You close your eyes and imagine that it’s George dancing behind you. You imagine his large veiny hands gripping your hips tightly enough to leave bruises, you imagine all the sinful words he’d mumble into your ear as arousal pools in between your legs. You imagine his hard cock pressing into your back when you grind into it and how he’d growl in your ear telling you to behave.

Your daydream is interrupted by a rough hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you through the crowd of sweaty dancers. You don’t need to look up at the red mop of hair to know it’s George and you can tell from his tense shoulders that he’s angry. Perfect.

The taxi ride to George’s apartment is eerily silent, you don’t dare to speak and George stares angrily out the window while his hand rests on your thigh possessively. Your pussy throbs with arousal at the fantasy of how your night will end. The taxi stops out the front of George’s place and he throws the driver a heap of cash muttering for him to keep the change before letting go of your thigh and allowing you both to exit the car.

It’s not until the two of you are standing in George’s bedroom does he break the deafening silence. “Don’t think you’re getting away with that little stunt, bunny. Strip.” His voice is dripping with irritation as he sits down on the edge of the bed facing you, his gaze burning holes in your body.

With trembling hands, you peel away the silk dress from your body and let it pool at your feet, leaving you bare and exposed due to your lack of bra and underwear. George groans under his breath at the sight of you naked in front of him. His eyes examine your smooth skin, the rise of your chest as you breath in shakily, your breasts are perky waiting to be touched, your nipples are hard and erect, screaming to be pinched and played with, his eyes scan down past your stomach and he notices the way you rub your thighs together, trying to create some friction.

You part you lips slightly, feeling extremely nervous under George’s intense gaze, “George I-“

“Shut your fucking mouth.” He cuts you off abruptly. “You don’t get to fucking speak unless I tell you. You were acting like a little desperate slut tonight, darling.” His eyes connect with yours; the normal caring glint which occupied George’s eyes were replaced with a darker more sinister look. “Thought you could just flirt with some random bloke in front of me and grind that pretty little arse of yours on him for everyone to see. So fucking desperate you are. It’s pathetic.” His words go straight to your core and you’re craving George’s hands on you or his lips or tongue, you’ll take anything.

“I think,” he leans his hands against the soft material of the bed behind him, “you need to be punished for your behaviour tonight bunny. Don’t you?” You meekly nod your head. George tuts at your response. “Words baby. Use that pretty little mouth and tell me.”

“Yes daddy, I need to be punished.”

“Good girl,” George motions to his lap, “come here bunny. Lay across daddy’s lap for me.”

You slowly make your way across the room, kicking off your high heels in the process and lay gently across George’s lap on your stomach, your face resting against the mattress awaiting George’s next move. You tense when you feel his rough hand massage your arse checks, your heartbeat quickens inside your chest thinking about what he’s about to do. A gasp slips past your lips the second George’s large hand connects with your bum with a wack. “Can’t believe that tosser got to feel your perfect arse pressed against him,” another wack, “bet he was hard for you,” wack. “I bet you could feel his cock against your back when you were grinding onto him,” wack. “You’re such a dirty little slut, I’m sure you liked feeling his dick against you,” wack. “Did you bunny? Did you like having his hard dick pressed against your arse as you rubbed on him? Hmm?” wack.

There’s tears springing in the corner of your eyes from the pain radiating from George’s hard slaps, you shake your head, “no daddy, didn’t like it. Wanted it to be you.” George lands another hard hit to your arse and you bite your lip trying to suppress a moan.

“Yeah? If you didn’t like it then why did you grind your arse on him then?” George massages the red skin of your arse, soothing the skin, waiting for your answer. You both knew why you were dancing suggestively against that man at the party, you just didn’t want to say it out loud. George growing frustrated with your silence connects 2 more slaps to your bum. “Tell me.” He grits through his teeth.

“I wanted to make you jealous.” You mumble into the sheets beneath you.

George hums, “you made me jealous alright, no one gets to fucking touch you like that. Only me.”

You nod in agreement, “only you daddy, please I’m so sorry.”

George lifts your hips and you sit up to straddle his lap wincing slightly from the burning pain shooting across your bum as you sit down. His hands cup your face, gently brushing away the stray tears that have fallen from your eyes. “That’s right; your cunt, that sweet little arse and that pretty mouth belong to me. No one else. Mine.”

George pushes his lips to yours and you moan into his mouth. You snake you fingers through his thick hair, desperately trying to pull him closer, even though you’re sitting on his lap he still feels too far away. You can feel his hard cock straining under his clothes when you brush your hips against his. You whimper into his mouth at the feeling. “You’re such a needy little thing bunny. Rutting against me trying to get off. You wanna come baby girl?”

You nod your head quickly, steadily dragging your soaking pussy against him. George lifts you up and positions you so your legs are on either side of his thigh. “Okay princess. Use my thigh then. Rub your sweet cunt on my thigh till you fall apart.”

Your face warms up feeling slightly self-conscious. George is still fully clothed in his expensive suit and asking you to rut against his thigh while you’re completely naked. George holds onto your hips encouraging you to move, a moan escaping from your mouth when the rough fabric of his pants graze against your clit. “There you go bunny. Feels good doesn’t it?” His hands don’t leave their position on your waist as you start to grind yourself against his thigh. Your whiney moans get louder and louder when that familiar feeling of arousal pools in your belly.

“Fuck, fuck.” Your head rolls to the side giving George access to suck on your neck, harshly nipping at the skin.

“My dirty little whore has a dirty mouth. Look at you fucking yourself on my thigh, bunny. Such a whore for me, daddy’s little whore.” George thinks his dick might rip through his pants with how hard he is. He can feel your juices soaking into his pants and the breathy moans leaving your lips are absolutely sinful.

“I’m your whore, daddy. Only yours.” You quicken your pace on the brink of your climax, you squeeze your eyes closed tightly trying not to fall apart. When you and George have sex, he doesn’t let you come without his permission and you don’t want to make him angrier tonight. “Close, I’m close daddy.”

George moves his head away from your neck to look at you; your mouth is agape, eyes screwed tight and brows furrowed trying not to come undone just yet. George thinks his favourite thing is watching you let go, he loves the way you look when you orgasm. “go on bunny. Come for daddy.” As soon as those words leave George’s mouth, the coil in your belly snaps and you’re realising all over his thigh. A trail of curse words falling off your tongue.

Once you come down from your high, George is laying you on down on the mattress then standing up to rid himself of his clothes. Your eyes already feel heavy from the pleasure, but you force yourself to watch him undress. You watch the way his fingers delicately unbutton his dress shirt and how the muscles in his shoulders move when he shrugs off the material. You watch hungrily when he discards his suit pants and boxers, watching at how his angry cock springs up when realised from his confinements. You’re practically drooling when George crawls on top of you, his forearms resting on either side of your head, trapping you.

“Careful bunny, you could catch flies with that mouth,” George smirks his index finger tracing your jaw, your quickly shut your mouth, stopping yourself from rolling your eyes. George stays in that position, his lone finger moving painfully slow against your hot sweaty skin. His finger moves down your neck, barely grazing the skin before inching down your stomach and closer to your core. Just when you think he’ll touch you where you want him most his finger travels back up your body, a frustrated sigh leaves your lips.

“Tell me, princess,” Georges finger skims against your lips, “who do these lips belong to?”

“You daddy.”

His finger leaves a trail of goose bumps and your breath hitches when his swirls his digit around your nipple, “who do these belong to?”

“You daddy.”

It takes an eternity for George’s finger to travel back down your body before they stop at your pubic bone. “And tell me,” he moves his finger down until its hovering over your clit, barely touching it, “who does this belong to?”

It takes everything in you not to buck your hips up into his hand, you look up into George’s brown eyes that are filled with arousal much like your own. You hope George understand the sincerity behind your words “you daddy. Only you.”

And with that George connects his fingers with your already sensitive bud circling and rubbing it. A sob escapes your lips and your head falls back into the pillows beneath you. “No one gets to touch you like this bunny.”

You’re whimpering and whining underneath George, you’re mind foggy from the pleasure that only George can give you. You start to grind your hips into George’s fingers, wanting more. “Please, more, please-”

“What? What do you want darling?” George asks condescendingly.

You’re lifting your hips to meet George’s fingers, “please daddy, need your cock. Please, please, please.”

If George wasn’t so desperate to be inside you, he would have teased you, asked you to beg more or maybe he’d make you come with just his fingers and then his mouth before even thinking about giving you his cock. But George has been painfully hard inside his trousers since the moment he saw you on the dance floor with that other guy. He doesn’t think he has the patience to wait a second longer. So he doesn’t, he strokes his length a few times before pushing into your dripping cunt. George doesn’t stop until his dick is fully inside you, his head rests against your shoulder as he waits for you to adjust to his size. “Fucking hell bunny, you’re so tight for me. Your pussy is eating my dick so well.”

You dig your fingers into George’s shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist encouraging him to keep moving. “God, please. I need you to move.”

George pulls back until his cock is almost completely out before snapping his hips back into you harshly, he sets a relentless pace and your eyes roll back into your head from the pleasure. The room is filled with both of your moans and the sound of skin slapping together. The tip of George’s cock is hitting your g-spot with each thrust causing a loud cry to leave your lips. George is groaning into your neck whispering huskily about how much of a good girl you’re being for him. Your nails are scratching into the skin on his back while the band inside your stomach starts to tighten, tears stream down your face when George’s thumb attaches to your clit once more.

“d-daddy, please I’m gonna come,” you feel George shake his head against your neck. “No,” he growls, “hold it.”

The headboard is squeaking and knocking into the wall from George’s hard thrusts, you can feel more tears leaking from your eyes as you try to hold off on your orgasm. “Daddy please, I can’t. It’s too much.”

George rubs his thumb in circles against your sensitive clit, he can feel your pussy tighten around his cock. His hot breath fanning your neck. “Yes, you can. Bunny don’t you dare come until I say so.”

The tightening inside your stomach builds and builds until you feel like you’re going to explode. You’re trying desperately to hold off; wanting, needing to be a good girl for George. You know George likes it when you two come at the same time, so you decide to help get him to his realise quicker. You clench tightly around his cock and hear him groan deeply into your ear, “fuck daddy, feels so good. Only you can make me feel this good daddy. No one else. I’m yours.”

“Mine, all mine,” he utters against your skin. “Okay baby – fuck. Want you to come all over my cock.”

You feel George release his load deep inside of you as you scream his name, clenching and tightening around him as you come also. George is uttering mine, mine, mine into your ear while you respond with yours, yours, yours. The both of you are sweaty and hot and panting, neither moving from your current position as you try to steady your breathing. After a few minutes you feel George start to shift about to pull out of you, you tighten your arms around him and shake your head. “No, wanna feel you still.”

He shifts to lay on his back carefully manoeuvring you to rest against his chest. You close your eyes and sigh contently, enjoying the feeling of George’s cock still inside you. George runs his fingers through your hair, smoothing it down before he speaks so quietly you think you might be imagining it. “I want you all to myself.”

“Hmm?” You roll your head to look up at him.

“I want you all to myself,” George declares louder. “I don’t want to hide this-us anymore. I want everyone to know you’re mine and I’m yours. I want you. All of you.”

A large grin erupts on your face at George’s words, “I want all of you too Georgie.”

The both of you groan as you move your body to catch his lips in a kiss, you feel him twitch inside of you. “You keep moving like that baby and you’ll have to get ready for round two.”

You smirk up at him and wiggle your hips and purposely clench around him, “okay bet.”