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atinydise · 4 years ago

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Ateez slapping their s/o’s butt or whistling at them

❦ Genre: Fluff/Suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 15k.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

HONGJOONG

“Don’t do it... don’t do it...” repeated Hongjoong once again. You stared at him, “don’t do what weirdo?” “Nothing, just thinking out loud.” You gave him a look saying, “okay whatever” and then continued to tidy your wardrobe. Hongjoong was totally immersed by your butt in this sporty shirt you were wearing. It was not the first time you showed skin like this, in fact he wasn’t even shook because you’ve been intimate before. But he ignored why this short has this effect on him. “Where this short is coming from?” He shyly asked. “Hum... I don’t know I found in my old stuff why? Isn’t it cute?” You faced the mirror, looking at your reflection. “It’s cute. I just never saw it before.” “Stop staring at me like you are liking an ice cream and go back to your work.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “Yes, you right...” he sighed. Hongjoong couldn’t help it. Just before leaving the room and almost ran toward you and slapped loudly but nicely your butt. You puffed at this action, “Kim Hongjoong! Since when are you slapping your girlfriend’s ass like that?” “Since this short looks too good on you!” He shouted before closing the door. He sighed of relief, “aaah it feels good.”

SEONGHWA

You went to a Festival with the group. It was a special event in South Korea and you really wanted to go there, at least once. For the occasion, you wore a nice dress a little bit shorter from what you usually wear but it was okay. "When Seonghwa is joining us?" Asked Wooyoung. "He's probably on his way here. He needed to finish his individual schedule first." You looked at the time on your phone. "I really want to win this big plushie!" Interrupted San, pointing at a big fox. "Don't you think you have enough plushies San?" You giggled. He stared at you coldly. "You and Seonghwa might get along really well..." "Come on, this big plushie won't even fit in your room." "And what about the living-room?" he suggested. "Bring this there and I throw your stuff out of the dorm." Claimed Hongjoong, walking next to you. You were about to laugh at San's face, but you heard someone whistling behind you. You instantly wanted to punch who did this, but when you saw your boyfriend with a wide smile on his face, you couldn't help but to melt a little bit more for him. "I was about to punch you!" you kissed his cheek. "Yes, I was scared to come back home with a black eye." He replied. "You are gorgeous." He complimented you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “But don’t do it again,” you said seriously. “It’s not polite to do this to a lady.” “Yes Ma’am.”

YUNHO

Even if you told him that he would be bored because you would be cleaning your entire apartment, Yunho insisted on spending some time with you. He came in the morning around 10AM, you were already cleaning the kitchen. All the dishes were spread out everywhere, waiting to be washed as well. "Hi babe," you greeted him. "You look in a good mood for someone who usually doesn't like to clean." He giggled. "I know but this playlist is sooo good!" You claimed, doing some terrible body rolls. Yunho sat on the couch. "Since when are you cleaning?" "7AM." You continued to dance, cleaning the counter at the same time. "3 hours and you just cleaned the bathroom?" "Blame this playlist," you replied. Secretly, your boyfriend was enjoying the view in front of him. He loved to see you so happy and dancing this way. Even your failed twerks made you cute. "Everybody thinks you shy but I know you are a freak little baby!" you sang out loud. Yunho stood up and sneaked behind you, making sure you couldn't see him. When you bent down on the counter, he slapped your butt. The sound resonated in the whole room. You were a little bit shocked because he never did this to you, but you admitted that you liked it. A lot. "What was that for?" you smirked, booping his nose. "I don't know... I just wanted to." He replied, grabbing a bottle of water next to you, before going back to the couch like nothing happened.

YEOSANG

You slap Yeosang's ass all the time. Just like that because you find it funny and because you know he hates it. Most of the time he would ask you to stop and sometimes even end being mad because of this, but it's just a matter of time. And he couldn't resist against your puppy eyes. But you couldn't help it, it's like you needed to touch his cute butt at least 1 time per day. But after 1 year, he found how he couldn't avoid this daily slap. He just needed to run away every time he feels you coming. Or when he can see you anymore, he would find the perfect moment before you could reach him. Like today, you were enjoying a night walk with your boyfriend and just when he was walking a little bit in front of you, you tried to slap him, but he stopped you once again. "How you do that?" you asked. "I just know you." He replied proudly. "I won't give up." "Don't waste your energy on that anymore." He patted your head. You pouted and continued to walk. Inside of your head, you were thinking about a strategy to get him by surprise, but you completely snapped out of your mind when you felt his hand slapping your butt. You were speechless, you ignored that he would do it one day. He was always so shy. "So? How it feels?" he smirked, knowing that you were confused. "I like it, do it again." You replied. "Huh... she's crazy," he sighed. "Slap me again!" You shouted, trying to embarrass him more. He started to run, trying to stay away from you. "Kang Yeosang, slap me again!" "Help me!" He yelled; scared of you.

SAN

"What do you want to eat for lunch?" asked San, opening the delivery app. "Whatever you want." You replied, looking for a glass. "Come on I already chose yesterday." "Then do it again." San raised a brow. It has been almost 2 days that you were so bratty. At first, he thought that you were a little upset or something but no, you seemed really fine. But he didn't add anything, he just ordered a pizza and closed the app. When finally, the delivery guy handed you the box, you stared at your boyfriend. "Oh, you bought pizza again?" "You told me to take whatever I want." You gave politely the money to the delivery guy and thanked him for his work. "I never thought that you would take pizza again. We ate one Monday." "Then maybe you should have told me about it when I asked you." "Anyway." You rolled your eyes. San knew you weren't mad at him, but why a sudden change of mood? "Are you okay?" he asked, entering the kitchen. You grabbed a piece of pizza, "I'm fine. Why are you asking? Because I said-" "Okay relax," he cut you straight. You rolled your eyes again and engulfed the pizza in your mouth. You couldn't lie on the fact that it was tasty. Your boyfriend noticed your eyerolls again and decided to slap your butt, nicely but you could feel the suggestive side of it. "Don't be so bratty with me." He smirked coldly. You nodded dumbly at him, he looked so intimidating and sexy that you didn't want to make him mad again.

MINGI

"I don't think this jean will fits me well." You stated from the dressing-room. "Everything looks good on you," replied Mingi. "You said that because you're my boyfriend." "Yes, but because I found everything pretty on you too." You stayed silent, smiling dumbly because of this sudden compliment. "Just come out so I can see it." "Don't laugh okay?" you asked shyly. "Why the hell I would laugh? I'm your boyfriend, not the mean girl of high school." You giggled by the thought of him wearing a pink dress and radiating the ‘bad bitch energy’. "Okay, I'm coming." You opened the curtain slowly. You were a bit insecure about your body and stuff, so it wasn't easy for you to come out with new clothes and stuff like that. "Why were you so scared? You look really good in this!" He hyped you. "Really? Isn't it too tight?" "Nothing is too tight for you babe," he winked at you. "Men..." "Can you turn around quickly." You executed; you wanted his entire opinion on this jean. But you weren't expecting him to give you a little slap on your butt while you were turning around. "Mingi!" "It fits you very much, let's buy it now." He smiled widely. "You are incredible..."

WOOYOUNG

You didn't know why you told the manager that you could replace the make-up staff for the week, but you were regretting it a bit. It was so exhausting to follow them around and to apply make-up H24/24 on 8 faces. The only thing you were happy about was that you could see Wooyoung all the time. You just needed to stay away sometimes since no one knows that you were in a secret relationship. But your boyfriend made it hard. He was constantly messing his make-up, so you could take care of him for 10 minutes minimum. "If people don't assume that we are a couple with your comportment then it will be a miracle." You whispered. "I just can't stay away from you," he smiled. "But you will need to because, first of all, I'm tired of painting your face every 30 minutes and second of all because we are going to get problems." "Okay okay," he said. "I'll come every 40 minutes then." You hit his shoulder to bring him back to reality. "I'm not joking Jung Wooyoung! We need to be more careful." Wooyoung simply nodded. In fact, he was contemplating your body on the mirror's reflection. "Okay, it's done." You claimed, standing up correctly. Wooyoung stood up after you and smiled at you before giving you a quick slap on your butt. "Thank you, babe." You wanted to yell at him that he couldn't do such things here, but you were frozen. Too shocked to say anything.

JONGHO

Jongho asked you to come to the practice dance room. They would do a little diner there to celebrate their 600 days as a group. For the occasion, you bought a few snacks as chips, drinks, chocolate bars and stuff like this. You even drew a handmade banner for this special day. Everything was fine. You couldn't help but to think about how your boyfriend might feel. Being an idol was his dream and now he succeeded. You couldn't be prouder of him. Suddenly, your phone buzzed on your coat. Hardly because your hands were full, you grabbed it. Jongho was calling you. "Hello Y/N," he greeted you. "Hi weirdo, I'm almost there." You let him know. "Do you think you will be here in 2 minutes because I'm going to the grocery store." "Hum... if I run ye-" You heard a suggestive whistle behind you. At first, you looked at the bunch of college students which were sitting at your right. You were about to yell; telling them that it was not polite, but you heard the whistle again. You turned around this time. "Jongho! Oh my god," you shouted. "I was about to insult the group over there." Your boyfriend couldn't hold his laughter. "I should have filmed this." "And don't whistle me like that anymore idiot! I'm not a piece of meat." "I know babe, I was just kidding with you." He pinched your cheeks before grabbing the heavy bags for you.

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anonsally · 4 years ago

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Days 79-82 of COVID-19 shelter-in-place

These have been four very intense days both globally and personally. This admittedly long post will focus more (but not exclusively) on the personal side of that.

Day 79 was Wednesday. I hadn’t had enough sleep, but I got up at a reasonable hour because I needed a ballet class. Before class started, I got a call from the medical center for scheduling a procedure I need to have done. That will be in 2 weeks, contingent on me testing negative for COVID-19 four days beforehand. I’m anxious about the procedure but will be glad to get it over with after several months of worry. Anyway, ballet class was good for calming me down.

It was hot out. I did my parents’ grocery shopping (and bought a few things for us) and then had a nice conversation with my dad when I dropped off his groceries. We talked about the state of the world. He told me about a city that had literally fired its entire police department and started over... which is what we probably need on a national level, with very few exceptions.

I refueled the car on the way home and got a predictably late start on my work day. Wife got two more job interviews scheduled at very different companies. I took a walk, spotting another Steller’s jay at the bird feeders. The jays are so much larger than the little birds who frequent the feeders!

I then went to try to buy milk, but the tiny independent market had closed early to enable the employees to get home before curfew. So I had to go to Trader Joe’s instead. By the time I got home I was somewhat demotivated about food prep, but luckily Wife pulled herself together and scrambled me an egg. I didn’t manage to get to bed till 1am, which was at least an hour later than I’d intended, but Wife was still up at 4am!

Day 80. I forced myself to get up at 8:30 since I knew I would need to go to bed early that night. I arranged to (video-)meet with my boss at 12:30. I started work around 11am or so and got a few thing done. The meeting with my boss was good--partly social, discussing how we were coping with the situation and working from home, what we missed about the office, and such, but we also talked about what I’ve been working on. She reminded me that the study section reviewing my grant application will be meeting this month, so I will have to remember to check my scores.

Afterwards we had a meeting with a few other coworkers, which was fairly productive. I had a short “coffee break” video call with a colleague, too. The county-wide curfew was lifted a day early.

After work, I took a walk in a direction I hadn’t gone in a while. Was heartened to see Black Lives Matter signs even in cul-de-sacs in a wealthy, mainly white neighborhood. I picked up takeout for dinner, and did a bunch of Adulting in the early evening, including preparing for the next morning. I was in bed by 10:45pm.

Day 81. My alarm got me up at 5am, and we left at 6am. We got to the medical center on time at 7am and I went in (Wife was not allowed to accompany me, but had to be there to drive me home; there was a separate room across the street for visitors to wait in, which was good because it was suddenly very cold outside). Initially, there was a lot of waiting, during which I did a little bit of yoga and dancing as I knew I would not be able to move much for the rest of the day. I was there for a diagnostic procedure involving a needle (for data privacy reasons I won’t get more specific here; it’s unrelated to the procedure I’m having in 2 weeks), which required me to remain horizontal for 4 hours afterwards, at least according to the information they’d given me beforehand. I had to be fasting from midnight the night before: no food or drink, including water.

Eventually I was wheeled down to the ultrasound department, where the doctor who planned to do the procedure met me and the radiologists. However, when they looked at the images, there were a lot of vessels around. The doctor did not feel confident that she could do the procedure based on a mark on my skin without accidentally hitting a blood vessel. So she asked the radiologists to do it as an ultrasound-guided procedure, which would be safer since they would be able to see what they were doing on the ultrasound. This procedure was done with only local anaesthetic. Mostly I couldn’t feel what was going on, and it was supposed to be very quick, but unfortunately, the resident had a lot of trouble--the senior radiologist was trying to guide him through doing, but he couldn’t get the needle positioned quite right, and in the end the senior radiologist had to do it herself. It was pretty uncomfortable and there were some moments where it was quite painful. I tried to breathe deeply and stay relaxed, but it was hard. When they finally got it to work, it was over pretty quickly. I was relieved. It was about 11am by then.

However, I had to spend an hour in a large recovery room with many other patients, while my blood pressure and pulse were monitored. I had expected to have the procedure done upstairs in the room where I’d started, where I had left all my stuff. They very kindly sent someone up to retrieve my phone for me so I could at least text Wife and my parents so they would know the worst of it was over.

After an hour I was wheeled upstairs and transferred from the gurney to a bed (this took 3 people as I was not allowed to stand up yet) for more monitoring. They drew my blood to test my blood counts; I was going to be allowed to leave after only 2 hours of bed rest if the counts were stable. After the 2 hours, I was allowed to get up and use the bathroom (and grab the crossword puzzles from my backpack to work on), and then I continued resting while waiting first for the blood counts, which finally came back fine, and then for the discharge papers, which took an unreasonably long time. Around 2pm the nurse finally allowed me to have some ice--hoorah! (I was parched. I normally drink at least 2 liters of water per day.) At 2:40pm I was cleared to leave; I texted Wife, who went to get the car and picked me up at the entrance to the hospital at about 3pm.

Literally every single person on the hospital staff was kind and friendly. They all introduced themselves to me by name, including the people whose job it was to simply wheel me from one place to another, and they all seemed to be invested in my well-being. When I was being wheeled through the hallway, whenever we passed anyone else who worked there they smiled and said hello both to me and to the person in charge of transporting me. It seemed like everyone working really considered themselves a team, with respect for everyone regardless of place in the hospital hierarchy. Since, like all patients during this pandemic, I was there alone and a bit anxious, it made the experience much less unpleasant than it could have been.

I spent 8 hours in the hospital, so I really hope I didn’t catch COVID-19, but the procedures seemed pretty good. I was wearing a mask almost all the time (except in the room where I was waiting at the beginning and end, which was essentially private), as were all the employees, and everyone was sanitising their hands every time they entered or exited a room or touched any equipment. I also didn’t spend the whole time with any one person. So, hopefully it was safe.

I spent the rest of the afternoon vedging out at home, rehydrating, and finally eating, and I went to bed earlier than usual though later than I expected, around 12:15am.

Day 82. I wanted to try to get a lot of sleep so my body could heal from yesterday’s ordeal, so today I slept till about 10am. The wound from the procedure is tender to the touch and there’s a small bruise near it, but otherwise I’m not in pain from it. Except my ankle is in more pain than it’s been in for ages, and I have no idea why. Maybe I slept on it funny? Or maybe it’s an aftereffect of the weird position I had to hold during the procedure.

I think my joy at getting to eat cereal this morning was perhaps a bit over-the-top!

Wife had a bad headache today, likely caused by neck tension from all the driving yesterday. I am still pretty tired today, despite all the sleep, but I suppose that’s to be expected.

We went to the farmers’ market and stumbled upon a socially-distanced, family-friendly protest. A friend of mine was there with her kids, but I didn’t see her. We bought our produce--though I had to make an extra trip back to the car to drop off my purchases, as I am not supposed to lift anything heavy today. The stand with the curried fish had run out, but they still had some uncooked prepped fish, so we bought that and they explained how to steam it at home. We came home and cooked the fish and ate it for lunch; it was just as good as it would’ve been if they’d cooked it. Phew! Other than that we’ve been relaxing at home, though Wife did gather her energy and go for a run, which has helped to relieve her headache a little (as has the bath she took afterwards, and the painkillers she took).

I’m hoping to feel up to taking a dance class (online) tomorrow.

#personal #dance #birdwatching #Health Care #food #even though there is no picture of food here #black lives matter #epidemiology #activism #tl;dr

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dancingbaek · 7 years ago

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Sinful | Sehun

You bring Sehun lunch to his dance room, but he has different plans on what he’s going to consume for dinner... and you weren’t aware the menu was so diverse.

6,572 words of nearly pure smut.

You don’t know how it happened.

Your day started like any other: you woke up at exactly 6AM ready to get up and go to work after you got ready. Sehun whined like a child, as usual, but rose with you anyways because he knew you were going to make a nice breakfast like you always did when he was awake with you. He was a sucker for your blueberry pancakes, and after two years together he still had not gotten sick of them. So after you showered you cooked some up for him, where he sat down and practically inhaled them after he made coffee for you both.

Once finished eating, you two cleaned up quickly before he went to get dressed and ready for his own day. While he was buttoning his black jeans up you kissed his cheek, wishing him good luck at practice. He pulled you in closer by the hips, pressing a goodbye kiss to your lips and murmured a have a good day at work, before you were off.

Work was normal, just like your morning had been. Your cushy job at some law firm had you relatively busy, but you managed to get some quick texts in with your boyfriend sometime before lunch.

You 10:53am

How’s practice going?

Hunnie 10:59am

Not so well

Hunnie 10:59am

I think I’m going to have to stay late tonight jagi

You 11:02am

Oh I’m sorry jagi is there anything I can do?

Hunnie 11:08am

Yeah actually, can you bring me dinner at the dance room? Around 8

You 11:10am

Of course, anything for the guys?

Hunnie 11:12am

Just me

This, too, was normal. Everything was normal. You put your phone away and worked until lunch, where you met up with some friends to eat before you went right back to work. Around three in the afternoon you left, ready to go home and the new episode of that drama the two of you had been watching without him so you could pretend you were predicting everything that happened in it. So you did, and after that you found some housework to do. An hour to eight you decided to forgo cooking the meal you had planned in favor of just picking something up and eating with him. Deciding on Korean beef and some sides, you left the house to go pick some up, bringing it to him. You actually entered the SM building at exactly eight.

Which brings you to exactly how you got into this situation now.

Standing there with the bag of food clutched in your hands, your boyfriend sits in the middle of the darkened practice room, legs parted widely. His head is tilted back a bit, his eyes hooded and heavy, his dyed-black hair damp and sticking to his forehead in little chunks. His pink tongue peeks out to wet his lips. You were pretty sure he said something, anything, but you are transfixed by what you see in front of you, the music he must have been dancing to before playing in the background. Then your eyes trail down to his lap.

His legs are parted for a reason. One hand rests on his thigh innocently enough, but the other is doing things you never would have thought would do within the sanctity of EXO’s practice room. His long, pretty fingers are rubbing – no, groping – at the growing bulge in his jeans. Your gaze stays there, feeling your body heat up as Sehun touches himself so openly in front of you. In his place of employment. Quickly you spin to shut the door behind you, clicking the lock on it, the bag of food sliding from your grip to thump onto the wooden floor. Your hands shake a bit as you rest them on the door knob, your eyes sliding closed as you try to get your flush under control. It’s spreading through your body now, since even when you close your eyes you can see the sensual image of Sehun groping his manhood through his clothes. You turn around when you think you have yourself under control.

Sehun is watching you more clearly now, the cloudy look in his eyes gone as he appraises you. His hand is still making passes over himself, but now you can see his button undone. This zipper pulled down. The dark blue of the boxers he had changed into this morning is visible between the part on his jeans. Your mouth goes dry at the erotic sight, all the wetness having must have travelled directly south because you’ve never felt yourself become so aroused so fast. He was working on his abs again, having let them disappear for a while in absence of a hectic schedule. It was clear how much work he was putting in again, because you could clearly see the beginnings of his six pack as he breathed deeply.

“What are you doing?” You mean to sound like you’re reprimanding him, but it only comes out in a breathy whisper, as if you were going to alert the rest of the building to what is on his mind if you spoke any louder. He had never tried to do anything like this before. In fact, you never thought he would try to pull anything like this before – not at his workplace. Not where the little NCT Dream boys walk by every day, not where his managers step in to talk about their schedules, not where the other eight EXO members practiced their hearts out for their dreams. It felt dirty, sinful even, to be thinking about desecrating this dance room where they think about their future and their careers and livelihood.

But you liked it.

In fact, even though you thought Sehun never had these thoughts, you had them quite often. As early as a few months into dating, actually. You had stopped by on request of your boyfriend, who wanted to show you what he and the group had been working on. Yixing and Jongin came up with some of the choreography and they wanted a woman’s opinion on it. You were the only girlfriend who had the time to do so, since Jongdae’s was out of the country and Minseok’s was spending the day with her parents. So you showed up and sat down against the mirror to watch the boy’s hard work, and soon became thankful you wore jeans instead of that cute little skirt, because you were pretty sure you soaked through your panties that day and standing up would have revealed the puddle you could have left behind.

Each member was attractive in their own way. Yixing’s hips were powerful, Kyungsoo had that intense stare, Jongin was passionate – but there was always something that drew you to Sehun. That day you were captivated by him, his tantalizing body rolls and sharp, focused looks he cut the mirror every time he checked himself out as they danced. The sheen of sweat that had accumulated on his body by the time the dance was done only added to the fucked out feeling you were having.

That night you showed him exactly how you had felt, but never told him your budding fantasies. Part of you was afraid that he would either laugh you off as being ridiculous or disgusted at wanting to have sex in a place where he and his brothers practically live. The fantasies persisted, growing in want and detail until you were almost certain he had fucked you against the wall-length mirror when you woke in a cold sweat one night. Needless to say, you were completely and entirely taken by the idea of him taking you in his practice room. But still, you fought against him.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” His dark voice sounds honeyed, the kind of voice he uses to ask for your blueberry pancakes, but the breathiness of it shows you just how affected he really is, and it somehow speaks louder to you than the hardness you see in his pants. Sehun is turned on, hard in his pants, touching himself in front of you. Attempting to seduce you into whatever thoughts he had gotten inside his head prior to you coming here.

“It looks like you’re trying to get yourself in trouble.” You steel yourself against him, admonishing him for his actions, the frown on your face trying to cover your true emotions. “Anyone could have walked in here, it could have been anyone but me. Your brothers, a manager, a trainee – ”

The hand over his cock stutters a bit on the way down its path. The slight press of his lips and the short blink he sends your way clues you in on his emerging annoyance. You aren’t playing the game the way he wants you to, and the small thrill of eliciting an emotion from him that may heighten your impending pleasure makes your heart beat just a little bit faster.

In true Sehun fashion, he bluntly asks, “Are you going to suck my dick or not?”

Forget beating his a little faster, your heart takes off as if it’s the prized stallion in a race, desperate to reach the finish line. You conceal this well, however; instead, you opt to cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow at him. “Have you done anything to deserve my talents today?”

Sehun quirks an eyebrow back at you, nearly floored by your snarky question, completely halting palming himself. His face darkens, and you can’t help but shiver at what it promises. “I think you forgot who’s in charge here, Y/N.”

You decide to switch tactics. “I would really like to see you touch yourself, Hunnie.” You purr. You saunter the ten feet separating you, dramatizing the swaying of your hips for its maximum effect. You sync you swaying with the beat of the music still pumping through the speakers. It works, his gaze follows the line of your body as you get closer to him. His hand goes back to caressing himself over his jeans slowly. You slowly lower yourself to your knees in front of him, between his legs. “I really want to see you pleasure yourself Sehun. Just for a while.” Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth, and when he mirrors it you know you have him. He seems to completely forget his previous words, lifting his hips slightly to start to push down his jeans, boxers getting caught in his tugging. You lean back to help him pull them down, giving him room, but your eyes are on the bounce of his swollen, angry red cock as it bobs up and down a bit when it becomes free from the offending clothing.

“You want to see me touch myself?” Sehun questions, his voice as heavy as his cock looks at this moment. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak anymore with how much your pussy is pulsing currently. You settle yourself back down between his now bare legs, resting your head against his knee, eyes trained on the sight before you. It’s standing at attention, his balls swollen and tight below. Though you have limited sexual experience outside of Sehun, you would have to guess he’s on the bigger side of the male endowment scale. At least, that’s what EXO says. You know from experience his skin is smooth, giving just enough to allow your hand and mouth to glide up and down easily. One of his hands goes to caress your hair from your face, helping you get a better view of what can only be described as a pure man in front of you. His other hand starts at his chest and traces slowly down his stomach. You lick your lips in anticipation, not daring to reprimand the man sitting in front of you now in fear of having your show revoked.

Sehun has long, pretty fingers and well-proportioned hands for his six-foot frame. The point is, his hands are large, and when they wrap around his dick and don’t nearly span the length of his length your core clenches in anticipation for the inevitable. A bead of moisture accumulates at his tip, dribbling down after a few seconds. It aids in slicking himself up, making his passes over arousal easier. His passes are slow, grip tightening as he pulls towards the tip and loosening a bit as the near his base. You stare, mesmerized, transfixed by the actions happening a foot in front of you. Your boyfriend is masturbating in front of you. Sehun, the divine man who somehow wanted you as his girlfriend, is sitting in front of you, jerking himself off at your request. Your fingertips dig into your thighs to keep them from inching towards him, and also to keep yourself grounded because this feels like a dream, one of your wildest coming true right in front of you.

He’s only a few minutes into the act before the first sound from is heard. You almost miss it, the moan is so quiet and low in pitch, but it’s definitely there. You tear your eyes away, up his sculpted body to see how heavy his eyes are, slit to a crescent and looking at you, lips parted. He isn’t looking at the hand sliding up and down his length, his gaze is set on you. He’s literally helping himself get off to the thought of you watching him. This sudden realization causes a whimper to find its way through your throat, unbidden and unwanted in fear of distracting him from his task – quite literally – at hand. However, your noises seem to sharpen his intensity, his pace quickening.

Suddenly your hands abandon your own thighs unbidden, moving up to rest on either of his thighs. You rub his milky skin, digging the pads of your fingers into the skin in a mock massage. His lip gets caught between his teeth halfway through a more insistent moan. Silently applauding yourself at helping him create one of the sexiest noises you’ve ever heard, you continue massaging his thighs, inching closer and closer to his length. The hand Sehun has in your hair has slowly tightened with his own neediness, to the point he’s fisting your hair. You ignore the slight pain but can’t help but gasp in surprise when he pushes your head closer to his manhood. You’re eye to eye with the angry red tip, still leaking some clear fluid. You lick your lips subconsciously, perhaps knowing exactly what is coming next.

“Suck.” Sehun demands.

Not needing to be told twice, you rise up a little bit and open your mouth, sinking down over his length, engulfing as much as you can. Positioning your lips over your teeth, you hollow your cheeks out as you suck, beginning a bob up and down his cock at the pace he was jerking himself at previously. His hand stays fisted in your hair, currently content to help you up and down in your actions. The next time you draw back to his tip just being in your mouth you flick your tongue against it, and you feel his thighs tense. Sucking his back to the base, you press your tongue to the underside of his length, against that one thick vein that runs there. Pulling back to the tip this time you swirl your tongue around it in circles, the slight hiss that strangles its way from his throat telling you that you’re doing a skillful job of sucking him off.

Still lost within metaphorically patting yourself on the back, his hand tightens in your hair and suddenly pushes down, your eyes going wide as he slides himself to the back of your throat. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes, looking up to see his lip caught in between his teeth, his eyes wide open and staring down at you.

“Open up, baby girl.” He teases, eyes roaming over your tear-filled eyes and undoubtedly flushed skin, stopping at your gaping mouth. “Open that throat up, I want to fuck your face.”

You knew if you pulled back now he would let go. He would apologize for pushing you so far, knowing you’ve never done something quite so dirty before. But you sit, between your boyfriend’s legs, in the middle of the practice room he and his brothers spend hours each day in. In the middle of the practice room you’ve had countless fantasies about, this one included. You’re not giving up now, just because you’ve never deepthroated a man.

So you do so. You will your body to relax, throat opening up slowly as you try to coach your way through this. Sehun is giving words of encouragement and praise, making your body warm with happiness rather than lust. His cock slides further in, your throat fluttering around him while trying to maintain enough room to let him in. He grunts at the feel of it, his mouth dropping open as he pulls out only to slide back in. His hand is guiding your head away and to him, pulling just gently enough you feel the pain but it doesn’t outweigh your own pleasure at seeing him use you like this.

“Fuck, gorgeous.” He manages to grind out, his pace struggling to stay the slow speed he’s been toying with. He doesn’t want to speed up in fear of hurting you, but honestly you want him to fuck your throat raw. You want him to make it hard for you to scream his name in pleasure for when you two inevitably come together as one. “You’re taking me so well. I didn’t know you could this. You’re doing so amazing, my little vixen. My little kitten.”

You hum in appreciation of his praise, and when his hips stutter a bit you prepare for him. His pace picks up, his hips starting to snap a little to meet your mouth. You struggle to keep your throat open for him, but honestly, he seems to like your struggle. His eyes stay fixated on his sex sliding and out of his mouth, and yours continue to watch the emotions play out on his face. Need and unbridled lust are the main two, but you can still decipher his love for you in the way he glances up to look into your eyes every so often, making sure you’re still comfortable.

“Baby, can you take it?” He questions, his voice throaty and sounding as raw as your throat feels. You can only hum an affirmative around his length. “Good, because I’m gonna come down your pretty little throat.”

Moments after he speaks you feel the hot spurts coat the back of your throat, and you begin to swallow around him. He groans, throwing his head back as you coax his remaining seed from him. When you feel him go limp and the salty liquid stops, you pull back, releasing his length and licking your lips. The taste of him lingers, and as you rise your thighs clench together, trying to help your mounting arousal, but it only furthers to remind you of what you’ve yet to have received from him. It looks as if his head weighs like bricks with the way he raises his head after a moment, his pupils still blown wide with lust. You rub your hands over your legs, your confidence from before waning in front of such an irresistible look from your lover.

“Are you feeling better now?” You manage to ask him. He snorts at the question, your eyebrows furrowing together.

“You just made me touch myself in front of you then you deep throat me for the first time, and you think I’m feeling better?” He manages a low laugh. “Babe, I’m just getting started.”

Those words set you on fire, barely feeling Sehun reach out and grab your hand, pulling you forward. He makes you straddle one of his legs, setting you down on top of it as he pulls you down for a searing kiss. You feel it in your toes: the love he has for you is undeniable, but the need to be with you right now is outweighing anything else he wants at this moment. It’s what you’ve wanted for a long time.

You don’t remember when his tongue slips out to play with your own, but suddenly you find yourself sliding forward over his thigh, and glad that you decided to wear your little cotton shorts over. His hands are on your hips, pressing you down to slide firmly over the muscled mass and the moan that comes from you is completely a shock. Sehun has never tried this with you before: he’s never pressed you over his leg, forcing your core back and forth over the appendage that seems to be made just for your own personal torture. Your core clenches as he pushes your hips back just to drag them back forward towards himself, and your head tips back to get a much-needed breath of fresh air. His lips attack your neck, sucking and nipping and licking at the skin as he continues to slowly push the apex of your thighs across his leg.

“Sehun.” You whimper. “Please, Sehun.” The stimulation you’re receiving now coupled with the arousal that had been mounting since you first saw his hand on his clothed dick is coming to a head. This is the fastest you’ve ever approached an orgasm before, all courtesy of Oh Sehun.

“Are you close, love?” He parts from your neck just long enough to speak to you in that silken, honeyed voice. “Do you wanna come all over my leg?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, moving your lower body yourself against him wantonly. “Yes, Sehun, oh god.” Your climax approached faster and father until you were standing on the precipice, looking over the edge, ready to fall into the abyss –

You’re being lifted from his knee, Sehun’s iron clad grip on your waist allowing him to move you from his leg as he stands with you. You open your mouth, ready to let out the neediest, whiniest complaint you’ve ever felt the need to voice, but his mouth is slanting over yours, walking you backwards. Your legs are still jello from the torturous dragging over his leg, and you’re glad he hasn’t released you yet because you feel your legs falter as he carries you. Your back hits the cool glass behind you, letting you know he has you pressed up against the mirror. A shiver tears through your body, in a mixture of the cooler temperature pervading your warmed skin and anticipation of what you think is coming next.

His lips pull away from yours, his hands leaving your waist to spin you around so your front is now pressed to the mirror, the side of your face resting against it. You can only imagine the smudges its going to leave but right now you can’t bring yourself to actually care about the mess. His hands are running down your sides, stopping at your cotton shorts to play with the elastic. He makes it a short torture because only a few seconds later he’s pulling them down your hips, letting them travel to the floor on their own. He pulls you back only enough to tug your shirt over your head, and when he presses you back to the mirror you close your eyes, silently thanking God you wore a cute matching underwear and bra set so you didn’t kill the mood.

“I think you deserve better than me knee after all the work you did.” He murmurs, kissing the back of your shoulder. His hands smooth over your sides, down to the elastic of your panties, before the travel back up to play with the clasp of your bra. He undoes one of the metal clasps before he undoes the next one, forever out to tease you. You don’t make a noise, however, unless you count your heavy, anticipated breathing, because you don’t want to ruin the chance of you getting rewarded after the stunt you pulled earlier.

He manages to pull the bra from you. Your bare breasts press against the mirror, your nipples immediately pebbling against it, causing you to whimper at the sensitivity in the temperature change. Sehun semi-fixes the situation when his hands cup up to cup the underside of your breasts, squeezing gently as he works his way to your erect nipples. His lips are kissing the back of your neck and shoulder as his hands roll your nipples between fingers, and suddenly you feel it. You feel him pressing into your back, his cock already half-hard and heavy against your bare skin. You press back to him, Sehun sucking in a breath.

“It’s still a little too early for that, kitten.” He cautions, his hands spreading over your breasts, pushing them together as he massages. “But you’ve definitely earned your own orgasm tonight.”

“I think I’ve earned it, Hunnie.” You murmur back, but you stop pushing back against him.

“You deserve it, baby girl.” He agrees, his hands leaving your breasts as he sinks down behind you. He makes you step back a step, then two, before he pushes your back down flat, parallel with the floor. Your hands brace yourself against the mirror, feet moving out to accommodate him between your legs after he slides your panties down your thighs, but not before he curses softly when he notices how they stick to your wet pussy.

“I can’t believe you got this wet just from my knee.” He admits, running his hands up and down your thighs, stopping just before you ass each time on their way up.

“It actually was from watching you touch yourself.” You say, swallowing dryly as his hands move to spread over each of your ass cheeks. Your eyes slip shut as he gropes them. “You don’t know how close I was to coming when you asked me suck you off instead.”

“Fuck.” It’s the last word you hear before he leans forward, blowing cool air against your exposed sex. You such your bottom lip in between your teeth, not wanting to start moaning like a bitch in heat so early into the act. So you bear down, doing your best to stay quiet as he closes the last couple inches between his sinful mouth and your weeping sex.

“Hnng.” You can’t help the slur of non-words that fall from between your clenched teeth as such one of your pussy lips into his mouth, rubbing his tongue back and forth over the puffy flesh. After a minute he switches to the other one, doing the same thing. Pulling back slightly, he drags his tongue over your slit, collecting the copious amounts of juices coming from your core. He has to go back and lap at your slit a few more times because of the sheer amount of arousal slipping from you since you first saw him touching himself in that chair.

He pulls away from you for a moment to presumably adjust how he’s sitting before he’s back, nose dipping into your slit as his lips suction around your clit. The suddenness of his direct attack onto your sensitive nub has you on your toes, entire lower body clenching with the pleasure he’s giving you currently. He sucks and sucks, his tongue switching between flicking your clit or circling it widely. He suddenly eases up, the suction fading until it’s just a dull thrum against the remnants of the borderline abuse he’s just inflicted upon you, tongue languidly and soothingly stroking against your nub. You come down from the intense feelings, settling back down onto your feet fully.

Just for him to do it again. He’s back to the harsh suction, this time even venturing far enough to nip at the poor abused nub. A scream tears from the back of your throat, one hand leaving the mirror to try to muffle it an effort to keep people from knowing exactly what you’re engaging in in here. The music is still playing, but you don’t know just how much it will cover your sounds of approval. You’re panting as he pulls away, only to move under you fully, and you feel his hair tickle your stomach because he’s turned around. His tongue snakes out to lap at your clit as a finger starts to toy with your entrance. It become wet at an alarming wet, to the point where him just dragging his finger down your slit allows it to slip between your lips. He pushes his finger in slowly, matching the slow lapping of his tongue. It continues, Sehun finding a nice rhythm to finger you at while he continues to stimulate your clit at the same pace.

A second finger joins the first one after a minute, but despite the fuller feeling he’s giving you he isn’t speeding up or giving it to you any harder. He’s content at the tempo he’s keeping now, and like the amazingly talented idol he is, he keeps that tempo annoyingly well. You begin to whine now, making it obvious you want anything more, pushing back against his hand and in the process away from his mouth. His free hand reaches up to grasp one of your ass cheeks, keeping you firmly planted where he wants you. You whine more, but his ministrations slow down so you willfully press your lips together to keep any other noises from coming out. The whines starting in the back of your throat die down, and he picks his tempo back up to where it had been before.

Your nails scratch against the smooth surface of the mirror, silently making little streaks against the poor glass. You feel bad for whoever will have the clean this mess up, but for now all you’re focused on is receiving the orgasm he promised. You grit and bear the next few minutes: you can feel your climax around the corner, but he’s so far refused to push you further towards it. It feels like torture at the point, as if he’s denying you the one thing that you want just to tease you. If you’ve already earned your climax, why is he – oh god. A third finger slides in with his other fingers, and the moment he begins to ram his fingers into your abused sex is the moment he starts to suckle on your clit more insistently. Your toes curl with the feeling of your orgasm creeping back up along with the hope that this time he’ll give you what you want.

He doesn’t pull away or slow down. If anything, it feels like he somehow speeds up, pushing and shoving you towards your orgasm, and like the sky breaking through the clouds after a horribly rainy day you feel yourself come over the edge. His name falls from your lips like a chant, a prayer sent above for sending you a man who can make you feel so amazing with just a few fingers and his tongue. You core clenches and unclenches and clenches again around his fingers, the process repeating and repeating, making his fingers pause each time they try to reenter your pussy to draw out your climax.

With a slick pop he pulls away from suckling your clit, removing his fingers from your pussy to bring to his mouth and suck. You see him do so because in the process of your orgasm you dropped your head to ride through the pleasure, and he’s tilted his head back to meet your gaze as he sucks each finger clean. Your legs are trembling but holding you up, thank God, or else you would have completely crushed the poor man who just gave you the best highlight of any sexual encounter you’ve had.

“Kitten, you are the best thing I have ever tasted.” He says as he ducks between your legs to stand up again. You start to straighten up, but he places a heavy hand on the small of your back to keep you bent over. Your hands are fully stretched out and pressed against the mirror, so when you look up and see him through it you’re far enough away to see a lot of him. You can see your arousal still around his lips that he didn’t bother to wipe off, you see the flush of his milky skin, you see one of his hands move to rest on your hip. What you don’t see is his now fully erect cock press against your slit, you only feel it. You feel your wetness begin to coat his cock as he grips himself and rubs his head against you.

“I want you to watch me take you.” He states, his voice hot and heavy again, eyes cast downwards as he watches him rub his dick against your lips. “I want you to watch me take you, but you have to be promise to try to be quiet. The music can only cover so much jagi.”

“I’ll be a good girl.” You promise him, your breathing still quickened from the earth-shattering climax you just endured. He nods in approval, teasingly dipping the head of his cock between your lips. You bite your lip, but you maintain looking at him through the mirror. His gaze is still firmly on the space between your legs, watching himself tease your body with his own.

He leans forward, allowing his cock to slide into more, before he pulls out. You whimper a little at the loss of the stretch he began to give you. Again he sides in, further this time, before he pulls out again. This happens a few more times before he reaches his base, skin pressing against your skin, inside of you fully. He lets out a sigh of pleasure, mingling with your own sigh of relief. He pulls out to the time slowly before he snaps his hips forward and he’s buried inside of you once again. Like before, he repeats this process a few times.

“I’ve wanted to this for a long time.” Sehun murmurs, dragging his gaze away from where he’s entering you to meet your gaze through the mirror. Your eyes widen a bit.

“Really?” You question, core fluttering around him as he thrusts his cock back into you. He grits his teeth but nods in approval.

“For fucking ever.” He admits, taking his time drawing out to the tip again. “I’ve wanted to fuck you in here since we got together.”

“Me – ” You stop to moan at the feel of him entering you again. “Me too. I’ve wanted to be with you in here since the that choreo Jongin and Yixing came up with. You were so sexy, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

“Jagiya.” He moans, his pace picking up. “I can’t keep this up anymore.”

“Then take me, Sehun.” You pant. You brace your hands fully against the mirror in anticipation when he grips your hips in both hands.

His hips barrel forward, this time not taking their time in pulling out. The harsh thrust in and the brutal drag out makes you want to rip at your hair and scream to the heavens above. But you can’t do either, so instead you settle for biting your lip so hard between your teeth that you’re sure you’re going to make a bloody mess of it. It doesn’t matter though, because you’re both getting exactly what you wanted. Your walls pulsate to their own rhythm, gripping and letting him go at its own pace as he takes you over and over again.

Your lip slips from between your teeth as you hiss lightly, feeling Sehun ignite a fire inside of you that you didn’t know was there. He is going to fuck you to a second orgasm, and the fact that it hasn’t been that long since he gave you your first is only serving to push you towards the finish line that much faster. His hips are sinful, the slight grind that they make against the back of your thighs when he reaches the hilt is something that you would be unable to recreate with anyone. Sehun is one of a kind, perfect for you in every way. Especially the way he’s fucking you currently.

“I’m already so close.” He grunts out, flexing his fingers against your hips in an effort to keep himself under control. If you don’t bruise by tomorrow you’ll be shocked.

“So am I.” You manage, reaching down to rub at your clit to speed the process along. One of his hands leaves your hips to brush yours out of the way, taking over your ministrations. His quick rubbing causes your walls to clamp down around him, Sehun responding with stuttering thrusts and a growl. He doesn’t let your tight sex deter him from his goal, so he continues with his ruthless pace, driving the two of you closer to your seconds climaxes of the night.

“Will you come with me?” You can’t verbally respond to him, so you just shake your head rapidly in approval. He keeps eye contact with you, his mouth dropping open as his hips stutter again against yours. Your walls flutter around him, once, twice, three times – then the two of you are tumbling over the precipice together. You can feel him coat your walls, ropes of his seed mingling with your own juices. He continues to thrust through both of your orgasms, but he drops his hand from your clit after a couple seconds to avoid overstimulating you. When the two of you have a few seconds to collect yourselves, Sehun pulls out, groaning at the sensitivity of his softening cock. You feel some of seed dribble from you, and you’re so tired you can’t bring yourself to be mortified at forgetting to clean it up.

“Why didn’t you tell me you thought about having sex here?” Sehun questions, setting out to pulling his boxers back up before he goes to get the box of tissues sitting on top of one of the speakers. You’ve managed to stand up, your poor arms crying out from the soreness of being held up and tensed for so long.

“I didn’t think you would like it.” You decide to be honest with him. Reaching out to take the tissues from him, about to thank him for getting them for you, he swats your hand away before he squats down. Plucking a few tissues from the box he sets out to cleaning up your thighs and wiping at your sensitive sex. You don’t complain because he’s being the perfect boyfriend that he is. He even remembers to wipe up the liquids that had dropped onto the floor.

“Of course I would like it.” He smiles as he cleans you up. “It’s every guys dream to have sex with their girlfriend at their job place.”

“Awesome.” You laugh, bending over to slip your still wet, now cold panties back on before you put your bra on. “Where else is it a guy’s dream to have sex at?”

“Where their friends can hear.” He grins, starting to get dressed as well. “Let’s them know that they have what they can’t.”

You shake your head at the absurdness he’s showing right now, but you’re amused by his candidness. “Our food is cold now because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.”

“Oh, you can’t blame this on me. You said you wanted this too.” He reminds you, buttoning his jeans up before he walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You smile, leaning up to kiss him gently.

“Yes, I wanted this too, Oh Sehun.”

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Fic: Friday Night Revelations - Ch. 6

Final Fantasy XV fic. band!AU, pre-relationship Prompto/Noctis

Chapter Summary: Noctis and Regis always try to make time for each other.

Chapter Notes: Noctis POV, Noctis & Regis father-son bonding

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The only reason Noctis was up before 10am on a Sunday and dressed in the sort of semi-casual clothes that wouldn't get him kicked out of a fashionable water-side restaurant was because of his father. Who was late. And leaving Noctis to the mercy of the small swarm of paparazzi that had got wind of their brunch date.

Good thing Noctis had something clean to wear and actually got up in time to do his hair.

Noctis kept his sunglasses perched on his nose and did his best to ignore the occasional snap as he lingered nonchalantly by the doorway to the old-fashioned building. The photographers were trapped by privacy and trespassing laws on the other side of the filigree iron wrought fence lining the entrance to the restaurant. A poised employee stood nearby behind a podium, waiting to escort Noctis and his delayed dining partner to their table.

The sudden increase of noise from the crowd on the street informed Noctis that his father had finally arrived.

A sleek black town car pulled over right in front of the entrance, where the photographers gathered. Regis opened the door and stepped out with a charming smile. He was dressed in one of his many suits—grey this time, with pinstripes, and a dark blue tie. He tapped on the top of the car with his ever-present cane and his driver pulled back out onto the road and drove away.

Though he didn't deliberately pose for photographs, he did nod to the small crowd and take his time walking to the gate, answering all questions posed to him with a simple, "I'm just here to meet my son for brunch. Any questions you have regarding my work or the artists I promote can be addressed to my agency."

A few tried to inquire further about the brunch date, asking pointed questions about Regis and Noctis' personal life that Regis ignored entirely.

Noctis tucked his phone away and wandered down towards the gate while this was going on and met his father as he walked in.

Regis' charming smile turned warm and familiar as he looked at his son. "Good morning, Noctis. You look rather nice today."

Noctis ignored the teasing jab he knew was as much for the paparazzi still lingering nearby as it was a comment on the fact that his buttoned-up black shirt was actually ironed for once.

Noctis pushed his sunglasses up onto his styled hair. "Hey dad." He reached out and wrapped his arms around Regis' shoulders, oddly comforted by the fact that his father was still taller than him even with his posture slowly worsening due to his cane and limp.

Regis returned the embrace, pulling Noctis in as close as possible with one hand cradling the back of his head. "Thank you for making time for me."

Noctis pulled back, fighting the smile he wanted to show. "I should be the one to say that."

Regis winced. "It has been a rather busy few months."

"For both of us." Noctis cocked his elbow out and Regis laid his hand on it, tucking his now unused cane under his arm, as they made their way into the restaurant.

"Ah yes, how were your exams?" Regis asked as the server led them inside and through the small restaurant to the tables on the balcony overlooking the water.

Noctis shrugged. "About how I expected." He pulled his father’s seat out as they reached their table then took his own. "I'm topping the composition class."

Regis smiled, delighted. "Noctis, that's wonderful! I'm incredibly proud of you."

Noctis ducked his head at the sight of his father's joy. "It's my favourite class," he said, trying to downplay the achievement.

"I'm not surprised." Regis chuckled. "You've always had a knack for tinkering with songs and playing with structure."

Noctis smiled down at his menu, embarrassed and pleased by the attention. "How's that new singer working out?" he asked, changing the subject.

Regis sighed. "The album is taking a bit longer than we'd hoped," he admitted and started explaining the situation with the young singer and the clash with her assigned producer and manager.

Noctis sat up and listened intently to his father's stories. Regis did the same when he found a way to segue back to Noctis.

They ordered a pot of tea to share and their usual breakfasts—Noctis a pile of bacon and pancakes and Regis a healthy omelette with chilli.

Despite the time spent apart, their conversation didn't feel stilted. Regis gesticulated wildly with his fork whenever he got excited and he chided Noctis for speaking with his mouth full. Noctis laughed easily, his smiles coming more naturally now that he wasn't being observed and whispered about by strangers looking to make money from him. They teased each other about silly familiar things like Noctis' overuse of syrup and the way Regis cut his food into minuscule pieces.

It felt like only days had passed since they last saw each other, not months.

They lingered after finishing their food, conversation still flowing strong, and ordered more drinks. A dark roast this time for Regis and a sweeter cappuccino for Noctis.

"Are you enjoying living with your new roommate?" Regis asked.

Noctis took a sip, considering his answer. He hadn't lived with anyone aside from his father (and mother) before this time with Prompto. Sometimes he had stayed with the Amicitia family when Regis was away with work when he was younger and occasionally Ignis would come over for a night or two, but it had been at least a month now living in a shared space with Prompto.

"Yeah," Noctis said, frowning as he drew out the word. "It's different, but it's good."

"Not at each other’s throats then?" Regis watched his son over the rim of his cup.

Noctis shook his head. "We were both a little worried at first, I think. Moving in with your best friend—it sounds great, right? But what if you start hating each other after like a week. It wasn't like that with us but ..." Noctis trailed off, frowning.

"But?" Regis prompted him.

Noctis shrugged, sliding down in his seat. "It was weird. Prompto was acting so timid. Like he didn't want to take up too much space—which, you know, before he moved in, he left his stuff everywhere. Half of the shirts in my wardrobe were his." Noctis sighed. "He got over it, I guess. I might have kept telling him that it was his house now too, he was allowed to make a mess so long as he helped clean it up. Must have sunk in. He’s still a little quiet sometimes."

"Give it time. It's better that you're both trying to be considerate of the other."

"Yeah, you're right. And maybe it's just because those first few days were spent rearranging everything too. We didn't get much time to just hang out like we normally did or work on any music until like a week later."

Regis hummed excitedly. "Ah, yes. Your musical endeavours. How is that going?" He leaned forward, eyes almost sparkling with eagerness to hear more.

"Actually ..." Noctis looked away from his father and started fidgeting with a stray napkin. "I wanted to ask you a favour." His eyes widened as he realised how that sounded and his head whipped back to his father in panic. "Not like a favour favour. Just like a dad favour."

Regis smiled. "I'm more than happy to help, as your father. Though I hope you know that if you did ever need any professional assistance you could always call me."

"I know, but I like doing things this way." It was genuinely comforting to know his father supported him, but Noctis really wanted to see what he could do on his own. "Besides, I don't think we're at that point yet. I still can't even get up on stage, which is probably more important to work on."

His father, better than anyone, knew how much Noctis hated being the centre of attention.

"You're not entirely wrong I suppose."

"That's kind of what this favour relates to." Noctis reached into his pocket for his phone. " Hammerhead has an open mic night every Monday. Prompto and I are aiming to get up one week soon just to see how we go. We've got a few songs prepared, but I just really wanted an outside opinion on the one I was going to perform by myself."

He flicked through his screen to find his recording app and lined up the song they'd recorded the night before. He slid his phone over the top of the table to his father.

Regis smiled as he picked up the phone and pulled out a set of earbuds from his jacket pocket. "I'm honoured to be the first to hear it."

Noctis looked away again. "It’s not completely finished or polished, but be critical anyway.”

Regis slipped the earbuds in and tapped the play button on the phone.

Noctis couldn't watch his father’s reaction—or, considering that his father was a professional, his non-reaction. He turned away to stare out at the water instead.

Seagulls dove over the sparkling water of Insomnia Bay and white sails dotted the horizon. The sound of the birds calling and gentle waves lapping against the wharf were calming. It was a beautiful cloudless day, if a little chilly. Noctis was glad for his jacket, even if the midday sun was hot on his neck.

Noctis finished his cappuccino as he watched a long yacht glide over the bay to dock nearby.

"Noctis."

Noctis looked over at his father, trying to read his face for anything.

"This is genuinely impressive."

Noctis let out a heavy breath. "Really?"

Regis nodded. "It's a beautiful song and both you and Prompto perform it well." He wasn't smiling, but somehow that made his praise feel all the more genuine. "As you said, it's unfinished. I think you need to work on the bassline and maybe add another instrument. It feels a little lopsided."

"I have a piano score written, but I was having difficulty threading it into the piece without it overshadowing the lyrics."

"Yes, I can see how that might be difficult. But the piano is a good idea to make the song feel more balanced." Regis tapped at the table. "Do you have any plans to involve other people in this?"

Noctis frowned. "Like, a manager?"

"Like more band members."

"I hadn't really thought about it." Noctis looked back out at the water, thinking it through. Part of him hated the idea of involving anyone else (look at what happened with Dino) yet his father always gave him good advice. Plus, he and Prompto couldn't play all the instruments live. "Maybe."

Regis nodded, knowing that was the best he would get from Noctis at this point. "Perhaps that's an idea for another day. For now, I think you should perform this song. It's more than good enough for an open mic night if you’re playing solo with your guitar. And, you might be surprised how helpful performing in front of strangers is for your creative process."

"Yeah, okay." Noctis smiled. "Thanks dad."

Regis reached over to put his hand over Noctis', sitting on the table. "I am so proud of you, Noctis. Your mother would be too."

Noctis smiled at the praise, hoping he could continue to live up to it.

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