#anyways guess who can fucking breath and think again!!! we're so back (kind of. we're getting there. still have a very shitty cough.)

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Had a. very silly au idea while I was sick

[hiemaldesirae]

thinking of a witch/fae radiostatic au after rereading some of my guilty pleasure fandom fics hhhhhnneuhg

basically the gist of it is, unseelie king alastor gets kidnapped by witch vox's village and now vox needs to figure out how to keep alastor from dying because his death means the rest of the court coming for blood while also trying to make sure the fae king doesnt try and fucking eat him or something. oh also they knew each other before.

Vox's mother always used to say, there's comfort in routine.

Perhaps that's why Vox finds himself redoing the same three-card spread over and over, despite always managing to get the same results. He chews on his fingernails as he frowns harder, reshuffling once more.

"Whatcha doing?" Angel Dust, the only other witch in the village, pops up behind him, startling Vox, who sighs and relaxes once he realizes who's behind him. "I thought you were busy helping the healers, man. Are you just doing tarot readings while we're working ourselves ta' the bone?"

Vox frowns, pressing his lips together.

He doesn't have anything against Angel, really, it's just difficult talking to people who aren't Vel or Val. And maybe it's more difficult talking to Angel because of his relationship with Val, but that isn't something he's willing to admit in front of his best friend's boyfriend. "Well, I got basically put on house arrest today because apparently, the fae they brought back was so strong they didn't trust me not to get too interested in them and throw the whole plan off."

"Couldn't they've least stationed ya with the healers? You can serve that house arrest after we make sure no one's dead," Angel groans. "I mean, didya see the state everyone came back in?"

He had. Vox had watched with white knuckles as they'd brought Velvette and Valentino's unconscious forms across to the healers lodge and tents, doing and redoing protection spells around their home and the village wards. He had wanted to help as soon as he'd seen them, but the village chief had ordered for him specifically to stay home.

So he'd busied himself with tarot cards. But it seemed even that wasn't working out for him, because...

"Oh, shit. This is... a pretty fuckin' bad spread, ain't it?"

"You tell me," Vox grouses. He shuffles the cards again and tries another time, only for those same three cards to appear again as if mocking him. Three of Swords. The Tower. And of course, Death.

Now, of the three, death was probably the most positive card of the spread. All it meant was change- not necessarily as dark as its name. But the tower and three of swords... well. Those only spelt out foreboding fates.

"What didya even ask?"

"It's about the fae they brought in." Vox taps his hand against the counter before starting to reorganize his cards. No sense in leaving them out now, after all: their message had been clear and simple. This was a mistake. You're all fucked. "Apparently, they're on par with royalty. Which as you can probably guess, isn't very well known for their kind tempers. So I was doing readings to try and see what might happen from keeping them here, and..."

Angel grimaces. "So... you're saying that we're fucked, basically?"

"You can do your own reading if you want," Vox says cryptically as he stands up, stretching his limbs. "Anyway, I'm going to go and strengthen the protection shield on the village wards. Not much else to do while I'm stuck here, anyway."

"Right... well, guess I'll see ya round then."

"Mm, see you."

When Angel leaves, Vox breathes a sigh of relief. He unclenches his hand to regard the skeleton key he'd stolen from the chief hours earlier on complete autopilot, hardly even realizing he'd taken the damn thing til he'd gotten back home and started performing frantic readings.

It was the key to the village cellar, a place located on the edge of town. Vox, Val and Vel lived closest to it- which worked out well, considering of the three of them, two were part of the village's elite fae hunting brigade and the last was one of the villages only two witches, and the more experienced one at that. He supposed, given the circumstances, that the fae who'd beaten his friends to a pulp was probably down there. And, well... Vox was nothing if deathly curious.

So that night, on a half moon, Vox quietly exits the house, being sure not to accidentally trip an alarm on the way. He makes his way to the outdoors cellar and unlocks the door, making his way downstairs into a damp and cramped room. His eyes are immediately drawn to the large iron cage hanging in the dead centre of the room, sucking in a breath as he takes a small step back. The cage is impressive, but what's inside of it...

A mass of shadows writhe and twist around a restrained figure, dispersing slightly around where the fae's eyes must be. Vox flinches back when a ghostly grey-black hand reaches out for him, its dark tipped claws so sharp he's sure the fae could have sliced him to ribbons had they not been restrained by their shackles and prison.

It serves its purpose: Vox is immediately and incredibly intimidated. Having said that, he came here for a reason, and he's not so much of a fucking coward that he'd simply flee with his tail between his legs at the first sight of an adverse reaction from the captured faerie.

"Hey, uh... I know you probably don't believe me- and you probably shouldn't, honestly, but- er, I'm here to help you. As much as I can, anyway." Vox raises his hands up in the air as he moves slowly toward the cage, keenly aware of the fae's fixed gaze on him all the while.

He reaches out and slowly, cautiously, places a small, dead rabbit on the precipice of the cage's platform. It was one he'd caught with a trap that afternoon, under the excuse of storing away fresh meat for Velvette and Valentino when they returned- but, well, there were other animals he'd caught, too. They wouldn't miss one tiny rabbit.

The shadow cloaked faerie regards the mound of fresh meat for only a second before jerking forwards and swallowing it whole.

Vox watches with rapt attention, mesmerized by the faeries brutality. He almost doesn't notice when the fae turns to address him, voice raw and scratchy and deeper than the ocean. "What did you do that for?"

"Cause..." Vox worries at his lip.

He doesn't really want to lie to the fae- he's not dumb, alright, that'd be a practical death wish, even if he was lying with good intent- but he's also not so sure how it will react to being told he only did it out of curiosity. Because he wanted to see just what it was that his reading deemed so dangerous to their little town. "I guess... I wanted to see what was so strong that they took down half the village guard."

The fae startles at this. The shadows surrounding their cage shrinks back a little, finally unveiling enough of their appearance for Vox to put a face to a... well, for Vox to get a good look at them.

Dark reddish brown hair with black streaks at the edges sharpen into pointed deer ears, with two short buck antlers growing from the fae's head. They have deep crimson eyes, tinged with flecks of bright green- it pairs well with their skin, a deep, rich brown that reminds Vox of rich autumn soil at the harvest. He's... pretty sure this fae is a man, but appearances can be deceiving, and he's not quite keen on being cursed for assuming blindly.

"Hm. Well, you weren't among the host that came to attack me, were you now?" The faerie's eyes narrow as Vox stutters out a faint no, babbling out excuses to lead them away from the conclusion of him being a witch (and thus always placed under pseudo-house arrest when time comes for a fae hunt). "Then, you don't realize what a mistake your village has made, do you, dear?"

Vox pauses. "What do you mean, mistake?"

The room's temperature drops almost the moment the question falls from his lips, and Vox pulls his cloak closer to himself as he distances himself from the cage, willing his arms to stop trembling as he watches. The shadows around the fae pull close again and coalesce into a cape of sorts, rising above the faerie as they entwine themselves around the fae's head, almost like- almost like-

A crown.

"Oh, shit."

The Unseelie Fae King gives Vox a tight lipped smile. "So, do you see now?"

Well. At least that answered what the tarot cards were trying to tell him.

[minisugakoobies]

Sunny…you’re feeling a little rusty 🥺 Well we can’t have that, let me see 🤔

Can I get a…

#13. waist rubs while laying close to each other AND #2. I want to explore your body if you’d let me WITH Seokjin and reader, please and thank you 🤭

Oooh, Chell, I am once again missing Seokjinnie terribly, so thank you for requesting him! 💕 Title: What a Line Pairing: Seokjin x Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Friends to Lovers, fluff, non-Idol!AU Warnings: cuddly silly Jin agenda, sudden tension!!

"Why are we doing this again?" Jin inquires as he joins you on the couch. He hands you a cider as he takes a swig of his beer.

"This" is the two of you trying out a new dating app together, You4ia. Questionable spelling aside, it promises to help bring you better matches than any of the other apps that completely failed to find you a lasting love.

The "why" is pretty self-explanatory.

"Because we're dateless losers who aren't getting any younger, Jinnie-yah," you inform him, curling your legs beneath you, getting cozy on Jin's old couch. He's had this thing as long as the two of you have known each other - five years now. It's so worn in and comfy, just like your friendship.

"Pssh, getting older's not a problem when you're aging like a fine wine. You should try it," he retorts, squeaking with laughter when you knock your shoulder into his. His beer sloshes slightly. "Watch it, you almost committed a party foul."

Snorting, you scroll through the setup menu. For several minutes the two of you fall silent as you create your profiles, both of you lost in choices, only occasionally piping up to ask the other's opinions. Finally, a cute little chime fills Jin's apartment as your dating app electronically announces you're ready to find love.

"Annnnd we're off!" you sigh, tossing your phone down on the table. Jin's slides next to yours. You sit back, letting that familiar feeling of hope and dread settle over you. The hope that you'll find a match. The dread that you won't make it last.

Jin brings you another round of drinks as the two of you regale each other with tales of horror and glory (mostly the former for you and the latter for him) from your dating app history.

"What's the fastest you've ever gotten a match on one of these?" you ask.

Jin leans in beside you, humming thoughtfully. He picks up his phone, then puts it down. Repeats the movement a few times. 

“What are you doing?”

“Calculating how many seconds it takes to set a phone down.” "Fuck off," you gasp, smacking him in the stomach playfully. “You got a response in less than a minute?!”

"What? Is that fast?" Jin's ego can be seen from space, but damned if he usually can't back up. With his looks, his charm, his intelligence, and his kindness. But sometimes he's just too cocky, with his crooked smirk and gleaming eyes.

Your head gravitates towards his shoulder as his arm slips around yours. Cuddling with Jin is like breathing. Happens naturally.

"I guess it's pretty good for an old man."

Truthfully, neither of you are as young as you used to be, but he scowls anyway, hand reaching for your side to tickle you until you pinch him in retaliation. "Eek! Stop that."

You stop, your hand resting on his side as his hand lies on your hip. He mindlessly rubs small circles into the soft cotton of your shirt, lightly etching the skin beneath.

"What's the wildest opening line anyone's ever sent you?"

"Easy. 'I want to explore your body, if you'll let me.'" You laugh, remembering with a shudder.

"That's the first thing they said?!" Jin's pitch rises in surprise.

"Yep."

"Hmmm." He pauses. "And did it work?"

"What? No!" You cluck your tongue. "Are you insane?"

"What, you don't think that line could work?"

The two of you pull apart, both looking at each other incredulously. With a laugh, you shake your head.

"No, I do not."

"I'm telling you, the right person could make it work. Someone you find attractive - I'm guessing you didn't find him attractive enough."

"Well, I mean, he wasn't really my type, but he wasn't unattra- "

Before you can finish your sentence, Jin suddenly shifts, dipping you backwards. He holds you tightly, one hand cupping the back of your head as you stare up at him in shock. You’re very familiar with Jin’s face, but you’ve never been this close to it before. Have his lips always been so plush? Did his cheekbones get sharper?

"YN,” he murmurs, in a voice so deep that your entire body seems to vibrate. His thumb brushes your lips so lighty, so teasingly, that you strain your neck to tip forward and catch more of his touch. It’s an involuntary motion, as your head is currently completely devoid of any thoughts. "I want to explore your body. If you'll let me."

"Holy fuck," you whisper, wide-eyed, heart pounding.  

Jin laughs, not his usual honking chuckle but something else - a tiny exhalation of surprise. “Is that a yes?” 

“To you exploring my body?!”

Now he’s honking, shaking you with his laughter, but he doesn’t let go, and you don’t pull away.

“To my theory, that the line could work.” His eyes flit to your lips so many times that you feel dizzy tracking the movement. Or maybe you’re just light-headed from the nearness of him. His mouth is infinitesimally close…. 

“You know, I think maybe some exploration is in order, after all,” you mumble, chin tilting upwards, and you can feel Jin smiling as he presses his lips to yours. 

Before the night ends, you both delete the app.

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[lizhaoyu]

Okay you don't have to do this and if your inbox is closed that's okay but if they are open could you please do a cro where he just kidnapped them but they're oddly okay with it where they literally do whatever he wants but for exchange of letting them call their parents and tell them they're okay I know this may sound weird but do you mind bearing with me

Guess I'm yours now.

Here I am, back with another Cro fanfiction. Honestly, I didn't even think I'd get requests, let alone someone liking my stories. Thanks for the request, Anon, here it is. My deepest apologies if it took too long, I just don’t check Tumblr that much and I didn’t know I had requests. Really sorry.

As always, !!GN READER!!

Dark.

It was extremely dark.

The air was also suffocating. Probably because there's a bag over your head, but you disregarded that.

What the fuck happened? You were just walking home from buying random stuff that you probably don't need at the store and the next thing you know, everything went black.

"What the fuck?" You muttered.

"Oh, you're awake." A voice from a random corner of the room boomed.

"Um, where am I?" You asked.

"In my basement." The voice got closer, assuming that the person approached you.

"I figured." You sighed. You didn't know what you did, but you guess that it's something about buying random shit at the store that you don't need.

"Hm, you don't seem scared at all." The voice spoke, this time much closer.

You don't respond.

“Are you not scared of me? Not afraid of what might happen to you?” It asked again.

“Not really.” You shook your head.

The person hummed.

“Why are you not scared?” The voice asked.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“Hey, uh, I hope you don’t mind but can you take off the bag on my head? It’s getting really hard to breathe.” You awkwardly asked.

You heard footsteps approaching, before stopping in front of you. Suddenly, the bag was pulled off your head.

Your eyes took its time adjusting to the blinding light. Just then, you got a glimpse of your kidnapper’s face.

White hair and red eyes. He looks cool. Like a cosplayer.

“Your eyes look cool.” You quickly shut your mouth.

“Uh-, sorry. That just slipped out. I’m really sorry.” You quickly apologized.

The person chuckled.

"Why, thank you. I'd say you have pretty good looking eyes too." He smiled.

You remained quiet due to embarrassment.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, you spoke.

"So uh... Why'd you kidnap me...? Oh, but if you don't want to tell me, I completely understand. I understand that some people do this for a certain reason, and I don't want to invade your privacy." You smiled awkwardly.

"Haha, don't worry. I don't mind telling you." The person smiled.

Suddenly, he leaned down, inching down on your face.

"I kidnapped you because you seem appealing to me." He leaned away with a smile.

"I saw you outside the store. You were looking at the posters at the window." He recalled.

"Your eyes shined just by looking at the poster for a new product they're selling, like a kid who saw a new toy." He smiled.

"I followed you inside the store. I saw how delicate and gentle you were with handling the things in your basket." He looked at you.

"You'd put things inside your basket even if you knew you'd have no use for them, telling yourself you have the money anyway and will probably have a use for them someday." He chuckled.

'Ah... Now this is really embarrassing...' Your cheeks grew red.

"And I knew right away that I have to take you and have you all to myself. I mean, people nowadays take advantage of people like you, and I knew I had to keep you safe." He smiled softly.

"Thank you for thinking so kindly of me." Your cheeks dusted with pink.

"Even if we're in this type of situation, I know you're a kind person." You smiled.

"Hm? How are you so sure?" He asked, face now serious.

"A-Ah... Well, um... You talk to me normally, and you're kind enough to take the bag off my head when I asked you to." You nervously say.

"I kidnapped you. I took you with me to a place you probably don't know. For all you know, I could be plotting to hurt you after gaining your trust. How are you so sure that I'm a kind person?" He asked again.

You shifted uncomfortably, refusing to answer anymore in fear that he might actually hurt you.

"Haha, just kidding." He chuckled and smiled.

"I told you that you looked appealing to me. How could I hurt you?" He sat down at the ground with you and cups your face into his gloved hand.

"Say, how about you stay with me here from now on? I'll be yours and you'll be mine. How about it?" He asked.

"I... have a request." You spoke quietly.

"Go on, I'm listening." He retracts his hands back.

"Even if you're keeping me with you... Can I still contact my parents and family? I want to be able to update them and talk to them." You asked.

"How sweet. Of course. Just as long as you stay." He nods.

"Thank you." You smiled.

"Now that we've come to an agreement..." He inched closer.

He cupped your face into his hands again, face closing in.

"May I?" He asked, looking directly in your eyes.

You nod slowly.

He smiled.

And with a kiss, your fate has been sealed.

[dsudis]

[Redacted: Urbe Aurea #5] literally every time I think of it I have to go back and read that series (Geralt: the ballroom scene ♥️ so funny, so cutting) Julena ♥️ Can't wait for more Eskel/Emhyr

I'm only a little way into the second chapter of it, and it will be the longest of the series by a considerable margin, because, I mean. It is gonna require some plot machinations to get Eskel to let Emhyr be nice to him beyond impersonal hospitality.

Also, this is the story where Lambert finds out what Geralt has been up to, so. This is going great for everyone.

(And if anyone else wants to poke me about a WIP, my original post for this meme has the list!)

"Been in Nilfgaard," Geralt said. "Not the whole time, but I'll probably mostly be there for a while--until Ciri's coronation, anyway. That's where Eskel found me." 

Lambert gave a short jerk of a nod to Eskel, which Geralt interpreted as approval for his feat of tracking Geralt down. He wondered how much longer it would have taken for Lambert to use that portal Ciri had left to come through to Nilfgaard looking for him, and rubbed at his mouth, remembering the feel of Eskel's fist smacking into it. 

At least Lambert wouldn't have that objection to Geralt getting involved with the Emperor of Nilfgaard. On the other hand, Geralt probably couldn't use that method to reconcile Lambert to the idea; he and Lambert had messed around plenty of times over the years, but it had never had the kind of weight to it that things with Eskel had, long before Geralt knew to put a word to that. 

He wondered if that meant that Lambert hadn't ever had anything that felt like that, and then remembered the way Lambert had spoken about his Cat friend, Aiden, and forced himself not to think of any of that right now.  

"I, uh... Emhyr decided to..." Geralt glanced toward Eskel, who just looked amused, and Lambert, whose scowl was darkening. "To be... friendly, I guess. Wanted to, ah--" 

"You're fucking the Emperor of Nilfgaard?" Lambert demanded, but Geralt could hear the laugh lurking behind the incredulous outrage and couldn't help grinning.

Lambert could mock him about this to the end of time; that would be fine. That would mean Lambert sticking around, rather than cutting all ties with him after re-classifying him from second-to-last surviving brother to imperial quisling. 

Lambert went serious suddenly and looked to Eskel without saying anything, and for a moment Geralt couldn't read him at all. Then Eskel sighed, shaking his head a little, and stepped forward to hug Lambert tightly, murmuring something in his ear as he did.  

Geralt waited without even breathing, until Lambert huffed out a breath and leaned into it, closing his arms around Eskel and giving Geralt an ordinary sort of scowl over Eskel's shoulder. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "If you told him it was all right I guess it's all right. I mean it's fucked up beyond telling, but all right." 

Eskel gave Lambert's back a couple of firm pats and stepped back, throwing Geralt a look that said Geralt had better remember which one had just pulled the other out of trouble. Geralt would, of course, but, "So anyway, Eskel, tell Lambert why we're here!" 

Eskel glared harder; Geralt grinned. Eskel shut his eyes. "We have a contract on some wraiths at some elven ruins on property owned by--the Emperor." 

Lambert squinted at Eskel and shifted his attention to Geralt. "So Emperor Boyfriend..." 

"Emhyr noticed that Eskel was getting bored hanging around Nilfgaard, and he thought, what makes a witcher happy? And he offered us a job." 

Lambert squinted harder. "What... what? Eskel." 

"I am," Eskel grated out, "not fucking the Emperor of Nilfgaard." 

"Yet?" Lambert demanded, voice pitching up into outrage all over again.  

Eskel tilted his head. "I mean, the more time he spends trying to seduce another witcher for his collection, the less time he can devote to conquering the fucking world, right?" 

"Yeah, that's very fucking noble of you," Lambert snapped. "Geralt, does your fucking boyfriend know I exist?" 

"Yes," Geralt said promptly, because lying would be worse. "But he doesn't know where, and I didn't tell him to expect you to visit or anything. Although you could, if you want to see Ciri. I don't think he intends to keep expanding his collection indefinitely." 

"Yeah, you say that," Lambert muttered. "Like you'd even be able to tell. Ugh. Wraiths, you said?" 

[criesinmultifandommess]

The Descent to Madness

Wilbur’s Diary

Info and chapter 1 drabble under the cut :L

Info

Eret betrays him; Fundy, his son, disowns him

He teams up with Dream, his former enemy, and Technoblade, who would’ve been an enemy if he joined before Wilbur’s spiral

He doesn’t believe anyone is truly on his side

If I can’t have L’Manberg, then no one can

He believes himself to be the villain of the story (Everyone thinks they’re the hero of their own story until they’re forced to face the facts)

His lost pride turned him into a paranoid wreck

Chapter 1: The Tip of the Iceburg

Turning on...

Running memory banks...

Memory banks booted.

Selecting video…

Video selected.

Video 001: start.

The video begins with a hand in front of it. The hand waves.

"Is it on? Is- oh."

The hand stops shaking, and retracts itself. The video focuses on a man standing in an empty room, who takes a deep breath in. He is dressed in a white undershirt, brown pants, and a dark blue coat.

"H- Hello there. My name is Wilbur Soot- Is this how you fuckin' start these kinds of things? I- Never mind, uh-"

He takes off his beanie to ruffle his unruly hair, almost knocking his glasses off. "This is day one, and it's- it's been, uh, a pretty shit day-" A chuckle. "That's an understatement."

He pauses for a moment, then looks directly into the camera.

"I've been banished. Well, me and Tommy, we've been banished from- from our home, L'Manberg. We, God,-" He takes a look around, eyeing the stone walls. "We dug into a hill some distance away, it’s not too far. Pretty sure Tommy went off to get supplies- I hope he doesn't encounter anybody, or at least fight anybody. I-"

Wilbur swallows. "Sorry, it's just- why the fuck am I apologizing to a camera-" He shakes his head. "Uh, anyway, I- it- Gah." His head tilts back, dragging his hands over his face.

"I don't know what to do. They've torn down the walls-" Wilbur glares at the camera, anger and betrayal swirling around in those dark eyes. "They tore down the walls, the walls we built to keep everyone safe- My- My son-"

His voice cracks, but he clears his throat, continuing on with a wet yet steady voice. "My own son helped tear down the walls around L'manberg. Everyone, every last one of them, tore down the fuckin' walls. How-" A breath.

"How could they?"

Shaking his head, Wilbur looks away. "I just- I don't understand. Why- How- Why? Did they not understand it was for them? Did they not understand everything I've done, everything, was for them? I fought-" He lets out a sigh of disbelief. "I fought Dream, for fucks sake, just for a- a sliver of freedom. Tommy-"

He sighs again. "Tommy gave up two of his discs, his prized discs- He gave them up for us. For L'manberg. We- We let them in, we allowed this to happen, no-"

"I allowed this to happen." Wilbur's hands clench. "If only I hadn't been so cocky, so full of myself- If only I weren't so stupid-"

"I's- it's so- I can't- I can't even-" Wilbur takes another breath. His eyes are empty and resigned when they glance back up. "I really, truly believed we would come out on top. And now we're here." His hand sweeps around to gesture at the barren walls. "We're back at the bottom, starting over again. Fuck."

Another shuddering breath, coupled with a wet sniff.

"I can only trust Tommy right now. Tubbo-" Wilbur scoffs. "Tubbo- I can't believe- He sided with fuckin' Schlatt, that fuckin- Whatever."

Wilbur sighs. His head turns to the entrance. In the distance, a horse neighs. "Tommy's back. I- I guess I'm done. For today."

"This is Wilbur Soot, signing off."

He walks up to the camera. "How the fuck do I turn- is it this the b-"

Video 001: end.

[bteezxyewriter12]

No More Lies

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 6.9k

Includes- Angst, fight/argument, sex, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, fingering, missionary, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

I rush down the hallway towards the set where Wooyoung's photoshoot is being held

My best friend, the idol

Lately he's been asking me to come to more and more shoots and I always say yes

He's kept me kinda away from his members so I don't really know any of them too well

I met them the first time about three months ago when I went to a photo shoot

I don't know why he didn't want me to meet them before

He's been in ATEEZ for three years already but he always hung out with me alone

But I'm not making a big deal out of it

I'm just happy he's asking me to come to more things for ATEEZ now

Stepping onto the set, I find him sitting in the middle of the room on a couch with his members

I start heading towards them

"Yeah right", Wooyoung snorts, "I would never fuck Joanne"

I stop a few feet away from him

What did he say?

"Really? You never thought to have sex with your best friend who's a girl?", One of them, I think it's Yeosang, asks

"Eew no. Have you seen her?", Wooyoung answers like he's grossed out

My heart falls to my feet and I quickly hide behind the rack of clothes nearby

"I mean she's nerdy yeah but she's pretty", San says

"Maybe to you. Not me. I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole"

I can't believe he's saying this

It's the opposite of everything he ever said when we're together

"She does seem kind of a dork", Seonghwa adds

"She is totally a dork. All she does is study and she doesn't know how to have any fun"

That's so not true!

Yeah I study a lot but that's because I'm going to be an exotic vet

I need to study

I have hard bio and medical classes

And I do know how to have fun

Him and I have fun all the time

Although now I think he's just been lying to me

"Wooyoung this is your best friend you're talking about!", Hongjoong scolds

He shrugs, "She's my best friend from childhood and honesty I feel sorry for her. It's why I haven't invited her to things up until the past few months"

That's the reason why he's kept me away from his idol world

He's ashamed of me

I feel like I can't breathe

Not only is every he said when we sleep together a lie but it seems like our whole friendship is a lie

"Then you wouldn't care if Jongho asks her out?", Yunho asks

"What?", he says, while I think it

"Jongho likes her. He thinks she's really pretty and nice. He would never ask you if you're ok with him dating her but since you're saying all this, I'm asking for him"

I don't want Jongho

Yes he's very sweet and shy and cute but Wooyoung is who I want

Who I stupidly fell in love with

"She wouldn't know what to do with a guy if she ever did get one", he snaps

I thought I did but I guess all the times he told me I felt good, what I was doing was amazing was a lie

I guess I was just easy sex for him

And it's devastating

"So no I'd never sleep with her. She's kinda pathetic", Wooyoung continues, "And I don't suggest Jongho try either. She has no experience and he'll regret it"

I bite my lip to keep from crying

I guess he regrets it too if he's saying that

"And anyway, I got my eye on Ara. She's hot and I wouldn't mind fucking her."

"God is sex all you think about?", Hongjoong snaps

"No. I think I may ask Ara on a date. See where it goes "

He likes Ara?

One of the hairstylists?

I haven't seen him give any interest in her

He never talks about her to me

But then again I don't really know him anymore

Especially not after this

I need to leave

I can't listen to anymore

I practically run from behind the rack back into the hallway

Going as quickly as I can, I head for the exit, shoving the door open when I get there

I beeline for my car and as soon as I'm in it, the tears burst from my eyes

I can't believe that's how he really thinks of me

He never wanted me

I didn't expect him to have feelings for me but I hoped

I was an idiot

I take out my phone, my hands shaking as I type a text to him

"Hey Woo. I can't make it today. A project was suddenly sprung on us in class and I have to meet with my partner, Han, to talk about how we're going to handle the assignment. Sorry"

After sending the text, I throw my car in drive and head home

I have to keep wiping my eyes because the tears don't stop

I wish I wasn't crying, I wish what he said didn't bother me

Didn't hurt

No such luck

My phone goes off when I open the door to my apartment

"Oh that sucks. I miss you and wanted to hang out after the shoot. Next time then"

I just send back an, "Ok", then head to my room, laying on my bed

Putting my head in my pillow, I let the tears fall, crying my heart out

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I stare at my phone

It's been a week since I ran from Wooyoung

A week since I've been pulling away from him

But today he sent me a text asking me to come to another photo shoot tomorrow

I'm not going

I can't be around him right now

Maybe ever

I have to stay away

He doesn't want me

He feels sorry for me and that's why he's continuing this friendship

And he wants Ara

I decided to distance myself more and more

This way he won't be burdened with me and he can go after the girl he really wants

I can let him be happy without any interference from me

I just have to figure out how without causing suspicion

I came up with an idea that's dumb but may still work

"I can't Woo. I actually have a date. With my boyfriend", I text back, hoping he buys it

"Boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend?", he immediately texts back

I already have an answer prepared

"Last week. It's my partner for that projected I had last week. Han. He asked me out that day and I said yes"

"Wow. That's great Jo"

Yeah of course he'd be happy that I have someone else

Now he can ask out Ara without worrying about me

God this fucking hurts

Tears spring to my eyes as I type, "Thanks Woo. He's a really nice guy and I hope it works out"

"It will. Have fun tomorrow 😉"

I send a thumbs up, then toss my phone on my bed, pulling my knees to my chest

He didn't even care

Not one word out what would happen with us

No regret that we can't be together anymore

But then again, what did I expect after I heard what he really thinks about me?

He's probably happy to pass me off to some other guy so he doesn't have to deal with me anymore

It hurts

I didn't only lose the guy I love, I lost my best friend

Who I guess, in reality wasn't my best friend anyway

Or I wasn't his

Laying down in bed, I just stare at the wall, tears falling down my face

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Four months later

Wooyoung POV

"Wanna hang out after work?", I text her, hoping she says yes

I haven't seen her in months

Not since she said she got together with Han

I miss her

And yeah, I get we can't sleep together anymore but that doesn't mean I want all contact to stop

We can still hang out like we used to before sex became involved

And I'm also suspicious that she's lying to me

She uses the Han excuse every time I ask her to hang out

And I ask her often because I miss her

A few times I've seen her out and alone when she's supposedly with Han

Walking into a cafe, alone

Crossing the street to her apartment, alone when she was supposed to be at his place

At her job when she told me she was going to be with him all night

She works in a Starbucks so it's not like I was stalking her

But depending on her answer, I will or will not be

"I can't. I'm going to Han's. Spending the night there", she answers

I call bullshit

"Oh alright", I answer, "Maybe next time"

"Yeah. Next time", she replies

"Yeah for sure. Next time", I text

She sends a smiley face to end the conversation

I get up from my bed and walk out of the dorm to Yunho's car

I already asked him to borrow it so it's fine

Getting in it, I drive to her job

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I'm seething

As I suspected, she's not with Han

If Han is even real

I followed her from her job at Starbucks

She walked home, the Starbucks a few blocks away and I followed in the car

I parked across the street from the apartment door so I can see if she leaves

An hour after she got home, a food delivery comes to the door and it was for her

She came down, in her PJs and got the food

After another hour, I saw her leave again, with a big dog on a leash I've never seen before

A pitbull

When did she get a dog?

She took the dog around the corner of her apartment building and she came back twenty minutes later

She and the dog went inside and she hasn't come out in over a half an hour

It's nine now and she's definitely not going out

With anyone

Opening the door to the car, I get out, slam the door closed and lock it

Then I stalk to the door to the building, pulling the door open

I'm so fucking mad

I take the elevator to the third floor, get to her door and pound on it

She needs to explain to me why she lied

I'm not leaving until she does

She opens the door, shocked to see me

"Wooyoung?"

"You lied to me", I say evenly, walking in her apartment, her huge dog barking at me

Gotta admit, the pitbull is scary

"Nnnn...no I didn't", she answers, closing the door

"Shush Noodle", she scolds and yeah ok, that's a cute dog name

Maybe not for that dog though

But not why I'm here

"Bed", she says and Noodle turns, going straight to his bed in the living room, whining

She turns back to me and I confront her

"Yes you did Joanne. You said you were gonna be with Han all night and instead you're here. Alone"

"We uh....we broke up"

I raise my eyebrow

She has to know how fake that sounds

"No you didn't. I doubt you were ever together with him"

She narrows her eyes, "What the fuck Wooyoung? You don't know anything!"

"I know you've lied to me before. I've seen you when you were "with Han", I say, using finger quotation marks, "You weren't with him then and you weren't today"

"How the fuck do you know?"

"Because I followed you!", I exclaim, trying not to get angry

But it's hard

She's blowing me off and I don't know why

I didn't do anything

"I followed you. From when you were still working. I saw you leave, I saw you come in here by yourself, I saw you go downstairs to pay for the delivery. I saw you walk your dog that I didn't know you had. You were never going to see Han today"

"Wow way to be fucking creepy Wooyoung", she snaps

I'm not letting her change the subject

I know it was creepy but there wasn't any way I could find out

She just would of lied to my face

"Why are you ignoring me? Every time I ask you to hang out or to come to a photo shoot, hell anything, you blow me off. Why?"

"I was with-"

"Don't lie to me!", I snap, my anger finally breaking through

How can she lie to my face after everything I just told her?

"Tell me the truth Joanne! Don't lie! I never lied to you!"

Fury fills her eyes, "Yes you did! You lied to me for months!"

I stare at her in confusion

What the hell is she talking about?

I never lied to her

"No I haven't. Stop trying to change the subject"

"You lied to me", she snarls, "Telling me things when we...we slept together that you didn't mean"

I literally have no idea what she's talking about

Everything I ever said I meant

"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't lie about anything"

"I heard you!", she yells, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes

She's gonna cry?

Why?

What is happening?

"You heard me?", I ask, trying to get to the bottom of this

"Yes Wooyoung. I heard you. What you said to your members about me"

What I said?

I didn't say anything

I don't talk about her to them

She's just mine, I don't want to share her with them

"Joanne, you're going to have to tell me what you're talking about because I honestly don't know"

"I heard what you told them! That I was ugly. That you wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. You laughed and agreed with one of them who said I was such a dork and a nerd. You said "yeah all she does is study, she doesn't know how to have fun"

The memory of that day slams into my head

Oh fuck

She heard me

That's why she texted me and said she couldn't come to the photo shoot

She was there

Then she left?

Fuck

"Remember now? You said you'd never have sex with me, that I was just your nerd best friend from childhood that you felt sorry for. You said I wouldn't know what to do with a guy if I ever got one"

I did say that

But it was to get them off my back

It was the fourth photo shoot in a row she was coming to and they were harassing me about having a crush on her

I didn't want anyone to know I was with her or know about my feelings for her

She was the one thing that was just mine, the one thing not tainted by the media, not tainted by the idol lifestyle and I wanted to keep her for myself

If I told them about her, then they'd want to hang out with her and it wouldn't just be me and her anymore

"You said I'm pathetic and that Jongho would regret being with me. Apparently I suck at sex"

That's not true

I said that so Jongho wouldn't go near her

She's mine

I didn't want him taking her away from me

"I heard you talk about Ara. How you liked her and wanted to ask her out. Wanted to fuck her"

Of course I don't want Ara

I want her but I'm terrified to tell her that

I never had these deep feelings for any girl I went out with

I never fell in love before

And I did with my best friend

I didn't know how to handle that and I still don't

But all this time, I missed her so much, wishing she was with me

Just laying next to me, in my arms

I haven't really been happy since she disappeared

"You lied every time we were together. The things you said.....how good it was, how I was the best you ever been with, how pretty I am, it's all lies", she shouts, tears rolling down her face, "And still, I left for you! So you didn't have to worry about being friends with a pathetic loser. So you could be with Ara and be happy!"

I shake my head

Ara would never make me happy

Ara isn't her

"And still you fucking text me asking me to hang out when I know you don't want to. That you're only doing it because you feel bad for me", she snaps, "And you have the fucking nerve to come here and tell me I lied to you?"

I don't say anything because I'm shocked and still taking everything she said in

"Get out", she snarls

"No", I shake my head

I can't leave

Not now

I have to explain everything to her

I hurt her and I didnt mean to

I have to fix this

"Leave Wooyoung"

"No Jo. Please listen to me"

"Why should I? You're just going to lie to my face"

"I'm not Jo. I'm going to tell you the truth", I tell her, "I lied to them. To the guys. They were making fun of me, about having a crush on you since that was the fourth photo shoot you were coming to in a row. I wanted them to stop so I said all those things to get them off my back"

She snorts through her tears, "Yeah ok. Sure"

I shake my head, "It's true. Of course I don't think your pathetic or your a nerd or a loser or you don't know how to have fun. I know you know what to do with a guy because you've done it with me. I said that Jongho would regret being with you because I didn't want him to go after you"

"Why not? You didn't want me. You wanted Ara"

"No I don't!", I exclaim, "I don't want Ara! I want you"

She stares at me for a few seconds in silence

Then, "You must think I was born fucking yesterday or something to believe that"

"I'm telling the truth! I only said those things to them because you're only mine! You're not theirs, not the media's, not ATINYS'. You're mine and if I told them about you then you wouldn't be mine anymore. They'd want to hang out with you, the media could get pictures of you, ATINY would find out about you and that would take you from me. I want you to only be mine"

"What are you talking about? Nothing you're saying makes sense. Why would you care about people finding out about me if you don't care about me?"

"I do care about you Joanne", I say frustratedly

"No you don't"

"I fucking love you", I shout, shock all over her face, "I'm in love with you ok? And I didn't know how to handle it. And at the time the guys were teasing me and the only way I could think of to get them off my back was to say that shit to them"

She just shakes her head and I'm desperate for her to believe me

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I never wanted that.", I apologize, "I want you. I love you so much. I miss you so much it's driving me crazy. I'm only happy when I'm with you"

"I don't believe you", she says

"Then believe what you feel", I tell her

Taking her hand, I pull her to me, kissing her, pouring all my love into that kiss

She lets my tongue in her mouth, and I touch mine to hers, chills running down my spine

I drown in her kiss and I don't want to be saved

I kiss her for a few minutes, then we both pull away

I down at her, in her brown eyes, anxiously waiting for her to say something

Her hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me back for another kiss

I willingly go, gluing my lips to hers, my tongue to hers

Her arms move around my neck, my move around her waist, pulling her against me

The kiss turns heated, both of us moaning softly

Bending down, I pick her up, her legs going around me as I walk to her bedroom

Once inside, I kick the door closed, getting her on her bed

She pulls me on top of her, her hands going under my shirt, fingers running along my back, heating every nerve

We quickly discard each other's clothes until we're both naked

I move in-between her legs, laying on top of her, kissing her again

I never want to stop kissing her

She moves her hips against me, rubbing against my hard on, getting me wet

Fuck, I just want to be with her

Moving my length to her, I push my head in first, then slowly sink into her, inch by inch

I moan in her mouth, feeling her tight pussy open just wide enough for me, hugging me tightly

"Wooyoung", she moans, her body arching into mine when I bury all in

"Oh fuck princess", I groan, feeling her throb hard on me already, drenching me in her creamy juice, "God you feel so fucking good. I missed you so much"

"I missed you Woo", she says softly

Pulling out, I thrust back in, over and over until I get a good pace going

And I'm in fucking heaven

"Fuck princess, you're so good for me. The best for me", I tell her, pressing kisses into her neck

"Woo", she moans and fuck me, I Iove hearing her say my name

"I meant everything I ever said to you baby", I assure her, "Every single word. You are the best, perfect. You're so fucking beautiful, I can't take it. I can't stop staring at you. I swear everything I said was true. You're my perfect everything. I love you"

She moans loudly, her fingers digging into my back as I bury inside her perfect cunt again and again

I go a little harder, going deeper, my head hitting her spot

"Wooyoung!", she cries, pleasure all over her face

"Fuck yes, say my name baby. Fuck I missed hearing my name in you're beautiful voice"

She clenches on my cock hard and after a few more hits to her spot, she screams my name, coming all over my cock

Intense pleasure hits me so hard as I gasp, feeling her orgasm

So fucking good

I missed this so much

"Again", I whisper, fucking her through it and continuing to pound into her

"God, baby", she moans, her hand sliding in the back of my hair, pulling hard

"Don't run from me again baby", I whimper, kissing along her collarbone, "Please baby. I...fuck...I was so fucking devastated when you told me you had a boyfriend. It was torture not seeing you, not hearing your voice, seeing your smile. Please princess, don't disappear again. I want you so bad. I love you"

"I...", she whispers in my ear, "I love you Wooyoung"

My heart explodes in pure joy, smiling against her soft skin

"I want you Woo. I want to be with you"

"You are baby", I assure her, "You're mine"

She nods, holding me tightly against her, "Please Woo, don't hurt me again"

"Never baby", I promise her, "I never will again. I swear. Never"

She nods, "Kiss me"

Lifting my head, I crashed my lips into hers, kissing her deeply

I move my arms on either side of her head, hovering over her, burying inside her at a fast pace, hitting her spot every time

I know everything she likes and I'm going to do it all for her

Make her cum over and over

Make everything up to her

Today and everyday after that

Moving one hand to her breast, I squeeze, moaning in her mouth as I feel how soft it is

How hard her nipple is against my hand

Pinching her nipple, I play with it, roll it around as I fuck her into the bed, feeling her soak me

She's so close, holding my cock in a vice grip

"Cum on my cock baby", I urge her

"Fuck Wooyoung!", she shouts, her body shaking under me, her cunt going crazy on my cock as my brain shuts off from the bliss

Good God, her orgasms never cease to give me so much pleasure

When she finishes, I pull out, laying down and burying my tongue in her pussy, tasting her sweet cum

"Fuck", we both moan, her from the pleasure my tongue is giving her, me from the pleasure of tasting her

"God I missed your cream baby. So fucking good", I praise her, licking around her slit, then moving up between her swollen lips

Taking one of her lips in my mouth, I suck on her, listening to her moans

When I let go, I slide my tongue on her engorged throbbing clit, her screaming getting louder

"Wooyoung! Fuck! Right there!"

Swirling my tongue around her bump in circles, I feel her drench my face and chin

Changing it up, I lick her clit, slowly, teasingly, making sure she feels my entire tongue

"Oh Woo", she whimpers, her hand snaking into my hair

I go at it, flicking her clit with my tongue, drawing circles on her, anything to give her pleasure

I know what she wants and I'm teasing her before I give it to her

My tongue travels slowly down her cunt, circling her hole right before plunging my tongue in

"Oh god!"

Her cunt immediately clenches on tongue, pulsing around it as if it was my cock

Licking up, I slide back in as far as I can

I fuck my tongue into her cunt, relishing in the taste of her, in the spasms around my tongue

God she's so fucking good

I don't stop, burying my tongue in her over and over

"Wooyoung!", she cries, clenching my tongue and covering it in her delicious sweet cream

Moaning loudly, I swallow all her cum, letting her ride her orgasm on my tongue while she cums in my mouth

When she finishes, I clean up her hole then immediately wrap my lips around her clit, sucking like my life depends on it

She screams, pulling my hair hard, making me moan

I live for her pulling my hair

It turns me on so fucking much

It should hurt but it doesn't, it just gets me going

I slide two fingers inside her, pulling them in and out of her wet warm pulsing cunt, making sure my fingers press right into her spot

"Woo baby, yes, fuck yes", she cries, "Right there baby"

"Fuck baby, I fucking love eating this pussy", I moan, licking and sucking her clit while I massage her spot, "Best pussy I ever tasted"

"Don't stop Woo. I'm gonna cum", she cries, "Wooyoung I'm gonna cum"

Her cunt tightens on my fingers as she screams my name, coming hard, her body arching so prettily

Pulling my fingers out, I lick around her slit, swallowing over and over

When I finish that, I suck her off my fingers, reveling in her taste

Taking her hands, I pull her up, while I lie down

"Ride me princess"

"You don't want me to suck your dick?", she ask innocently, biting her lip

Fuck me, I do want that, but I want to be inside her more

"I do but right now I want to watch you bouncing on my cock", I tell her, "My cock hurts so much princess and I need to be inside you"

"Mmm yeah?", she teases, slowly climbing on me

She moves my cock, laying it on my stomach, sitting on me

"My baby boy wants to be inside me?", she asks, sliding her wet cunt along my shaft, her hands on my shoulders

"Oh fuck", I moan

"Feels good?", she asks, moving faster along my length, leaving the underside of my cock a creamy wet fucking mess

I nod my head quickly, my fingers pressing into her hips

She moves one hand in my hair, pushing the sweaty strands off my face, "My Woo likes getting his cock massaged?"

"Yes", I whine

"With my pussy?"

"Fuck yes. Oh god fucking hell, yes I love it"

I can't take the pleasure, it's so good and I'm ready to fucking blow

"Please baby", I struggle to say, watching her swollen lips move along my dick, "I....I wanna cum inside. Please let me"

"Whatever my baby wants", she says, kissing me so softly

When she slides up to my head, she wiggles around, getting it inside her

Then she slips down my cock, her ass slapping against my thighs

"Good damn", she cries, "How does your cock always feel so good Woo?"

Literally I have no idea but I definitely can say the same for her

Her cunt wrapped tightly around me is fucking heaven

"Always fills me perfectly", she moans, her eyes closed, leaning on my abs as she circles her hips, rubbing her spot on my head, her perfect pussy throbbing hard around me, "Fuck seriously, no other cock has ever filled me perfectly"

"Princess is you think any other pussy wraps around me so perfectly, takes me so perfectly then your insane", I answer, "You fell the fucking best and I live for having my cock inside you"

She bounces once, smirking, "Is that all? You just like your cock inside me?"

"No baby", I groan, feeling her bounce again, taking my whole cock inside her, "I love you. Everything about you. I love spending time with you baby. Without sex. I want to do that more. After tonight"

She smiles genuinely, nodding, "Yeah Woo. I want that too"

"Good baby", I smile

She nods, leaning over, kissing me again and I return the kiss eagerly

"Lets get you coming inside me", she whispers in my ear when the kiss ends, "Fill me up so I'm full of your hot cum"

"Yes baby, please", I whine

Sitting up, she moves fast and hard on me, taking my cock deep inside her with each slam

"Oh fuck princess", I yell, stars exploding in my vision from the pure pleasure

She rides me so fucking hard, her body full of sweat, her face in so much pleasure

My beautiful princess

"Wooyoung, Wooyoung!", she cries, her cunt spasming rapidly

"Cum baby. You pussy wants to", I moan, helping her move up and down my length, "Cum and I'll fill you up princess"

"Yes Woo", she moans, falling apart on my cock

The ecstasy takes over and I scream her name as I cum the hardest I ever had in my life

"Stay on my cock! Stay on my cock princess", I yell, stopping her from bouncing and holding her down on me, "Please stay and cum on my cock"

She leans back, her nails digging into my thighs, both of us screaming each other's names as we both orgasm

Oh fuck, her cunt sucking on my cock is the best fucking thing ever, prolonging the pleasure

I don't want it to end

Of course it does and when it's over, I pull her right on top of me, cuddling her and kissing her all over her face

She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck, holding me tightly

Rolling us over, I lean my head on one hand, looking down at her

She smiles at me and I softly touch her cheek, feeling all the love I have for her

"My baby. I love you so much"

"I love you Woo. More than anything"

And she'll never know how grateful I am that she still loves me

I'll show her every single day how much I love her

"Promise you won't disappear from me again? I don't think I could take it again", I whisper, "I missed you so fucking much you don't even know Jo"

"I do know Woo", she says, touching my cheek too, "I missed you the same. It was so hard not to see you. It hurt so much to think that you were....with Ara. I thought you....we're happy with her"

I shake my head, "I told you princess, I can't be happy with anyone who's not you. You make me happy. So fucking happy"

"You make me so happy Woo. You always did"

"I'm glad baby. I want to make you happy. I promise I'll make you happy"

She nods, "I know Woo. And I promise I'll make you happy"

"I know baby", I tell her, kissing her soft lips again

After, she cuddles into me as close as she can and I love every fucking second

"Tired baby?", I ask, hugging her tightly

She nods, "You wore me out Woo"

I laugh, "Yeah you did as well to me too princess"

"So sleep now?", she asks

"Sleep", I confirm and both of us settle in for the night

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"Noodle, this is Wooyoung", she says to the pitbull the next morning

I stand there and I have to admit, I'm scared

The dog is freaking huge for a four month old and the fucking jaws on this thing are massive

When we woke up, I got up to go to the bathroom but when I opened the door, the dog was sitting right there

I shrieked like a girl while she died laughing on the bed

She commanded the dog to stay in the living room and I ran to the bathroom the ran back to her room

Now we're in the living room and she's telling me that this massive dog is very friendly and playful unless she gives an attack command

Apparently she's still training him

Oh it's a boy

"Woo, this is Noodle"

I wave stupidly at the dog, who just sits there, eyeing me

"How uh did you pick that name?"

She shrugs, "I wanted something silly for a big dog. To take some fear away"

Well it's not working

I'm still scared

"Wanna pet him?"

"I...uh.....I...."

"C'mon baby. You're my boyfriend now and you're gonna have to see Noodle more often now"

She's right but shit I don't want the dog to bite my hand off

She kneels on the floor calling Noodle to her

Noodle immediately runs to her, jumping on her, licking her face while she laughs and pets him

"Good boy", she smiles, "Such a good boy"

"I thought I was your good boy", I say, then realize what I said, my face on fire

She just smirks up at me, reaching up and taking my hand, "You are baby. I want my good boy to meet my other good doggy boy"

Then she pulls on my hand, dragging me down next to her

"Stay", she says to Noodle

To me she says, "Sit with your legs crossed"

I do, my hand shaking a little in hers

"Don't be scared", she tells me soothingly, "Noodle won't hurt you baby. I promise. Just let him smell you ok? If he jumps on you don't get scared. He's still a puppy and that's how he plays"

This dog is still a puppy?

"Ok Woo?"

I nod and she gives me a kiss to my cheek

"Noodle come"

Noodle comes closer to me and when he gets right in front of me she says, "Sit" and he does

She holds out our hands to Noodle, my hand on top

Noodle comes closer, his wet nose on my hand, sniffing

Noodle then continues sniffing up my arm

When she moves away Noodle walks around me, sniffing, his nose in my hair and I try so hard to stay still

I hear her soothing voice talking to me to keep me calm

Noodle gets back in front of me, his nose against my cheek

Suddenly I feel my cheek get so wet

He licked me

Noodle comes in my lap, continuing to lick me, knocking me down

She's giggling while Noodle continues to give me kisses all over my face

This can't be good for my skin

"Noodle, off baby", she says and he immediately moves off me

"Oh baby", she laughs, helping me sit up, "He likes you"

"Great", I say, wiping my face

At least he won't attack me

"Pet him", she says, "Just hold out your hand and he'll come to you"

"I don't think I need more kisses"

"He won't baby. I'll stop him if he does"

Well ok

Holding my hand out, Noodle comes closer, putting his head under my hand, nuzzling into my hand

I just smile and run my hand over his head, his tongue hanging out as he pants

Yeah ok he's really cute when I'm not terrified of him

After awhile, I tell her I need to wash my face and she goes with Noodle to the kitchen to feed him

After I wash my face, I head to the kitchen, and I hear her talking

"He loves dogs Noodle. I know when he gets more comfortable he's gonna play with you all the time. I think he's just used to small dogs and you're a big boy. But he'll love you like I love you"

I just smile to myself at her ultimate adorableness while she talks to her dog

Walking in, she looks up at me from her place next to Noodle, who's eating

Getting to her, I hold my hands out

She puts hers in mine and I pull her up

"I already love Noodle baby. I'm not scared anymore. He's adorable"

"Really?"

I nod, "Really baby"

Moving into my arms, she hugs me tightly and I hug her back just as hard

"Princess, I have a performance tonight-"

"And you have to go", she finishes, "Practice and getting ready right?"

I nod

"Ok Woo. I'll let you out-"

"Actually, I want you to come with me"

She looks up me, her eyebrow raised, "You do?"

I nod, "I do. I want you with me from now on as much as you can be"

"But what about the media, ATINY and the guys?"

"Well I figure you can get to know the guys as they're kinda a bigger deal in my life. And I'll do everything to protect you from the media right now. And the media and ATINY don't have to know about us just yet. Is it ok if it's just me and you for awhile?"

She moves her arms around my neck, smiling, "I'd like for it to just be me and you baby. For as long as we can"

I'm relieved to hear her say that

I don't want to share her with everyone right now

Not yet

The guys I have to, but not with anyone else

"Yeah baby. I want that too", I agree

She leans up, pressing her lips against mine in a soft kiss and I'm happy

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"C'mon princess, don't be shy", I say, pulling her behind me, "You've met the guys before"

"Yeah but now I know some of them think I'm loser and a dork"

Right, I forgot about that

"Don't worry baby, I'll tell them off for that later"

"Don't Woo. Just forget it"

I stood walking and turn to face her, "No baby. I'm going to tell them why I said that shit. And once they get to know you, they'll see what they thought was complete untrue. I promise"

She blushes, "Ok baby. If you say so"

"I do", I smile at her, "So c'mon"

Putting my arm around her waist, I lead her into the dressing room

"It's about ti-", Hongjoong says, his voice trailing off, "Hey Jo. I didn't know you were coming. Haven't seen you in awhile"

"Hi Hongjoong", she answers nervously

"It's ok baby. Don't be nervous", I tell her, kissing her temple

"Did you just kiss her?", Seonghwa gapes

"Yeah", I answer, leading her to a couch

We sit down and I keep my arm around her, holding her hand with my free one

"So....what's going on?", San asks

"Oh, she's my girlfriend now", I answer nonchalantly

"Uh what?", Yunho squeaks

"Didn't you say-", Yeosang starts but I cut him off

"I lied. Everything I said was a lie. You were all on my back about her and I lied to get you off of it", I tell them, "The truth is I love her. I loved her then when I said all that stupid shit and I still love her. The only difference is that now we're together"

"And she loves you?", Mingi asks

"Yes", she answers, "Very much. I uh loved him for long time"

I smile, kissing her cheek, making her blush

I love making her blush, it's adorable

I notice that Jongho isn't saying anything

I know I have to talk to him about this

I didn't know he liked her before and he didn't know I loved her

I feel like I should explain to him and hope he understands

The guys all continue with the conversations they had before while her and I just sit together in comfortable silence, waiting for me to be called for makeup

"I love you", she whispers

"I love you", I whisper, holding her tightly and loving the cuddles she giving me

And I get so excited knowing that her cuddles are something I will always be able to have

Her cuddles and her love

Her

My perfect princess

[boxboxlewis]

prompt: daniel pining for max and lando can absolutely not take it anymore…. proceeds to try and help daniel out by being his wingman😅 love ur writing btw❤️❤️

(i veered slightly from the prompt here, anon. hope you still enjoy!)

Lando finds Daniel in his driver's room, sitting on the sofa with his elbows on his knees and his head down, staring at nothing. Not ideal.

He says, "All right there, Daniel?"

Daniel hasn't really been all right all season, and Lando feels kind of guilty about it. Not that guilty, but like, Lando's seat for next year is secure, while Zak has apparently promised Daniel's to half the Indycar field as well as Oscar Piastri. It's hard not to feel a bit bad, but also knowing it's Daniel who's fucked and not him feels kind of good, in a sneaky, queasy way; but then feeling good about someone else feeling bad tips him back to feeling bad again... it's all a mess, basically. This shit is why Lando goes to therapy.

Daniel still has his head down and his hands on the back of his neck. He's got his headphones on, so like. Maybe he just didn't hear. Lando pokes him with a toe, gingerly, and he whips his head up. It looks like maybe he's been crying, or at least on the verge of it. Pre-crying, when your eyes are all red and your throat's tight.

Lando has zero idea what to do with an emotional Daniel Ricciardo. He says, "Uhhh," and tries to look normal and not like he's being judgemental or whatever, which just leads to him overthinking it and feeling like maybe he's not blinking when he should be.

Daniel says "Hiya, Lando," and his voice sounds wrong, all thick and strange. Fuck. Lando blinks rapidly.

"Er... do you... I can," he begins, and tries desperately to think of anything helpful he can do. "I can phone a friend for you? If you'd like?" Jesus Christ. As if Daniel is a contestant on Who Wants To Be a Millionaire. Sometimes Lando really wishes he could dropkick himself.

"That's very kind," Daniel says. "Not really what I need right now, but it's kind." To Lando's horror, Daniel's eyes fill with tears, and now he's properly crying at him. They didn't cover this in orientation.

"What do you need?" Lando asks desperately.

"I dunno, can you get my boyfriend to un-break-up with me?"

"Your... boyfriend?" Lando didn't know Daniel was dating anyone. He definitely didn't know Daniel dated guys.

"Yeah, you've probably met him? 2021 World Champion, about my height, blondish hair, stacked thighs?"

Lando's brain is fully blue-screening. "You're dating Max Verstappen?"

"Well," Daniel says, and does a little hiccupy crying breath. "Not anymore!"

"Ok," Lando says, "ok, well, we're supposed to be signing miniature helmets right now, but, uh. I can tell them you're... throwing up?"

Daniel scrubs the heels of his palms against his eye sockets, in a way that honestly looks quite painful. "Nah, you're all right. I'm a big boy, I'll pull myself together. Can't let the fans down just because I've had my heart broken, right? Not when they've paid for their merchandise!"

Lando hasn't seen Daniel like this before, all brittle and strung-out and teary-eyed. He says, "I think maybe you need a break, mate. Like, go back to the hotel for a bit, yeah? And maybe, uh." He doesn't know why he's saying this; things are always so smooth and so good with Luisa and his Max that he really doesn't have much experience navigating relationship downswings or whatever. But he can't stop himself from adding, "Maybe call Max and try and talk it out?"

Daniel laughs, then, and it's a horrible parody of his normal laugh. "Oh, great idea, Lando!" he says. "I would definitely do that if he hadn't, like, blocked me on every platform. I guess I could email his agent, right? I could send him a fanmail!"

"Has he blocked you on Instagram, really? Because people will notice that," Lando says, before he pulls himself together. "Um, but, anyway. I'm going to tell them you're sick, so just... go back to the hotel, ok?

Daniel goes back to his hotel. Lando dithers a bit and then takes out his phone. He texts Max Verstappen, hey mate what the fuck did u just do to daniel. And then he waits.

(edited to add - you can now read the maxiel breakup that precedes this scene, if you'd like)

[chaoslynx]

Hi! If you’re accepting requests could you write something about ash comforting eiji? I’m a huge sucker for that and you’re a great author :) congrats on publishing your book btw!

This doesn't match the prompt super well? Maybe check out this recent fic of mine if you haven't yet, since that works a bit better for this request. But here's another one!

Sometimes Ash wishes he'd lived a ... different life.

A more normal life. A happier life, maybe. The kind of life where he learned to smile before he learned to cry, or where he learned to sleep before learning to dream of nightmares he'd already faced during the day.

He's wished that way for a long time—with no point to it, of course—but he's really wishing on that same star right now.

Because maybe if he had lived the type of life where someone else had comforted him, he would know what to do right now. He'd know how to comfort Eiji.

He loves Eiji ... he loves Eiji.

And Eiji loves him, for some reason, and he doesn't fucking know what to do about it. How do you love someone who loves you, instead of loving your body?

Anyway.

Eiji's crying, and Ash hasn't even asked why. He is absolute shit at this. He wants to be the type of person Eiji deserves, and he's sure as fuck going to keep working at it until he is that person.

The person Eiji seems to already think he is.

"W-what's wrong?" Ash asks, trying to sound gentle. He's not used to this whole—everything.

If love isn't supposed to hurt, then why is Ash still so afraid of it?

"Just thinking about the past, I guess," Eiji says, sniffling.

Ash hums. "A dangerous pastime," he tries to joke. It falls more than a little flat, and Ash winces. "What brought these thoughts on?" he tries again.

"It's stupid," Eiji mumbles, shaking his head. "It's stupid."

"Can't be that stupid, if you're crying over it." God, Ash is so shitty at this. He's just invalidating Eiji now, isn't he? Contradicting him. Is that validating or invalidating? Fucking hell. What would Ash's therapist do? What would Eiji do?

... They'd both start by being a better person, but Ash has got to make do with what he's got.

Eiji whines a little. "You got a letter in the mail," he starts, "and—it—it's stupid, but—the outside of the envelope said Dear Ash, and it was just some stupid spam or something, but I c-couldn't stop thinking about—"

"... About me?" Ash says, eyes widening. Eiji is crying over him?

Ash isn't worth crying over ...

But of course it was his fault, and—

No! Fucking—no.

We're not playing this game right now, Ash tells himself. You can go tell yourself what a shitty person you are when Eiji's tears aren't on the line. For now ... for now, all that matters is Eiji.

"I'm sorry," Ash starts.

"Why?" Eiji says, frowning. Still crying.

"You've been crying over me."

Eiji shakes his head, hiccupping a little. "It's not your fault, Ash."

It is, though. Not in a self deprecating way, but like—Eiji is literally crying over him. Ash made Eiji cry.

Fuck, why is this so hard? Is Ash so selfish that he's prioritizing his own self-hatred over Eiji's emotional state? God fucking damn it!

"I just—I still worry about losing you," Eiji mumbles.

Ash blinks. "You ... what?"

"I'm afraid to lose you," Eiji whispers. "I'm so afraid of waking up one day and realizing that this story doesn't end with us together."

And Ash is suddenly fighting back tears of his own. Fuck. Fuck.

"I ..." Ash starts, trailing off. How the fuck do you respond to that?

"I'm so afraid you'll die before me," Eiji whispers, a tinge of horror in his voice. "Is that stupid? We're not in any danger any more, but I'm still so worried you'll die first."

Ash's breath in his lungs is the same temperature as the snowflake filled air outside the New York Public Library on December 20th of last year.

Ash is terrified of Eiji dying before him.

Ash has survived a lot, but that would be the end of him. Maybe the next day would arrive, somehow, without Eiji, but Ash?

Ash wouldn't make it.

... He can't tell Eiji that.

He swallows down a few different thoughts that arise. Tries for a smile.

"I think the solution here is that we both need to live forever," he breathes, just the softest hint of laughter in his voice.

There are other solutions, of course—like Eiji just giving up on Ash—but this is the only one that won't make Eiji cry harder right now.

Eiji's still crying, but he smiles, just a little. Just softly.

It's more than Ash ever thought he would be able to accomplish without touching someone.

"Oh, is that the way we'll have to do it?" Eiji whispers, leaning in toward Ash. That smile. Ash would kill for that smile. Ash would die for that smile.

Ash could, maybe—maybe live for that smile.

"I think so," Ash says. "So let's get looking for the secret to eternal life, yeah? And we'll share it."

"I feel like we've had enough of a time with experimental drugs to last a lifetime. To last an eternal lifetime," Eiji teases.

He's starting to feel better, Ash realizes. He doesn't joke like this when he's really sad.

And then, softly, Ash notices: Eiji never used to admit when he was sad at all. He used to keep everything inside, like he was afraid to admit to even the slightest weakness, or—the slightest burden on anyone else.

And Ash knows that Eiji has always struggled with feeling like a drain on others, but it's never really occurred to him before how similarly Ash feels, and ... how far both of them have come.

They both let each other see when they cry, now. They both used to hide away to cry.

Ash ducks his head, smiling, then leans in toward Eiji. He gently bumps their noses together. "I don't think the secret to eternal life is in a drug," he whispers. Tries to make it sound like a joke.

"Yeah?" Eiji says, smiling. "What do you propose, then?"

... Kindness, Ash thinks, staring into Eiji's eyes. When people are as kind as you are, Eiji, they're never forgotten. You change every life you touch, and you'll live on in the lives of others forever. Forever.

Ash can only hope to have half of that effect.

He squishes his nose against Eiji's more. "I'm not sure," he whispers. "But I think the secret to—everything, honestly—I think it has something to do with you. And how I feel about you."

I've loved you since I first saw you fly, Eiji. And if you can learn to look back at me with these eyes I see now—if you can look at me like that, then maybe there's redemption in this world, and maybe we can all live forever. Just a little.

"I think it has something to do with how I feel about you, too," Eiji says.

He's not crying anymore.

Send me a prompt!

[lebenspurpur]

AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

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Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

lenny/midge sad (idrc what it is just no breaking up pls)

The summer heat breaks, and rain drenches the city, making it a nightmare to get anywhere, but Midge ventures out anyways.

She can't stay at home tonight. Not after this last round of arguments with Joel, who had been able to flee because he doesn't fucking live here anymore, but all she's left with - while her children are at Moishe and Shirley's and her parents are out to dinner - are ghosts.

When she gets to the club he's performing at, she folds her umbrella and steps inside, paying the cover and finding a seat toward the back. She knows she doesn't look her usual peppy self, and distracting Lenny while he's working wouldn't be fair, so she orders a drink, and does her best to blend in.

He's spectacular, as always, and once he wraps up, he spots her instantly, because of course he does. "Hey. I didn't know you were coming down tonight."

Midge tries for a smile and shrugs. "I needed out of the house tonight."

His own smile falls as he realizes that something's upset her, and he nods towards the door. "You wanna get outta here? Find someplace quieter?"

She starts to protest. She doesn't want to ruin his night. Dim the high of a great set, but he doesn't wait for her to answer.

"I'll be right back, you sit tight."

Soon, they're back out in the rain, and he's holding her umbrella over both of them as they amble down the street.

"So?" he asks. "You wanna tell me what the sad eyes are for?"

"Really, it's nothing," Midge insists. "Just a really tough fight with my ex."

"I know how those things go," he says gently. "They know right where to aim, don't they?"

"No shit," she mutters. "Where are we going?"

"Not really anywhere," Lenny shrugs. "The rain's nice, I think. You know? Good ambiance. Very film noir."

Midge laughs softly. "Certainly fits my mood."

"C'mon, what he say?" he asks. "Did he tell you you're no good in bed? Because I can personally assure you that isn't true."

She laughs again and nudges him. "You're violating our 'just friends' agreement."

"Sorry."

She takes a breath and stops walking, turning to him. "I don't talk about this much. It's not something I can find a lot of humor in, so I don't share it very much."

Lenny tilts his head, looking deeply curious now.

"I had Ethan just after Joel and I were married," she explains. "And then a year later, I got pregnant again."

"Your daughter's not that old," Lenny says, confused.

"No, she's not," Midge confirms. She blows out a breath. "So. I'm...I guess, I don't know. Three months along? Four? And the elevator in our building was down for maintenance. Joel had mail order package arrive, and I thought 'I can just take it upstairs. It'll be good exercise."

Lenny gazes at her sadly. "It wasn't."

She shakes her head. "No. It wasn't. I fell, and...you can guess what happened."

"Shit."

"Yeah," Midge agrees. "Shit."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. I mean...we...we tried again, and I had Esther, and that's great," Midge rambles. She takes a breath. "But sometimes I wondered if part of the reason Joel left was-" she stops. "And he kind of...confirmed that tonight."

"You know, I knew he was an asshole, but this really takes the cake," Lenny huffs.

Midge shrugs and tries for another smile. "Coming to see you helped. It was nice to laugh. And to see your face."

He shakes his head and wraps a gentle arm around her. "That's it. We're gettin' you drunk."

[existslikepristin]

Yexercise

This was the vote story immediately after Movie Night. Note: image has all three members from the beginning, but it ended up being all Yeri.

Tags: TheLounge, Red Velvet, Yeri, male reader insert, blowjob, titfucking, anal, va--nilla sex, workout sex, exhaustion, kink talk, appearances from Wendy/Seulgi/Irene but JoY hAs A bOyFrIeNd

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"Hey, thanks. You don't need to give me the discount though," you say. You put your wallet back in your pocket, pick up the bag of muffins, and take the coffee from the guy across the counter.

"Nonsense! The Lounge wouldn't be so successful without your help. Besides, the profit margin on that stuff is insane."

The two of you chuckle with each other for a moment, and you smell the coffee he practically gave you free. Fresh roasted and ground on location, not too much sugar, and slightly more cream than usual. "Damn, man. This stuff smells like heaven."

"Heaven? Haha! More like Brazil! But speaking of heaven, who's the lucky lady today? You never get more than one muffin on your own."

You shrug. The man knows you, that's for sure. "Well, not a date this time. Wendy asked me to meet her here,"

"Oh, Red Velvet?"

"Yup. I think it's a business thing. I was asking her about song composing but I'm not supposed to tell you she's getting into that."

"Of course." He raises his eyebrows and flattens his mouth. "You know how Mr. SM can be about these things."

That's exactly what SinB and Eunha said and did a couple days ago, and nobody ever explained what they meant. "Actually, I--"

"Ah, there she is! And Seulgi and Yeri too!"

You turn around to see that he is definitely correct. Holding the door open is Wendy, dressed in a blue-and-white-striped sweater that sags off one of her shoulders, baggy blue jeans, and white sneakers. Her light brown hair is draped over one shoulder. Her casual outfit is contrasted by her exceptional, yet minimal make up.

Yeri has already passed her and entered the building. Unlike Wendy, her make up consists of some lazy eyeliner and not much else. Your heart skips a beat when you see her light gray yoga pants are as tight as a second skin, though her pink hoodie hangs just low enough to see any of her ass. She's cut her hair into a short bob again, and dyed it dirty blonde.

Seulgi follows Yeri, and certainly looks the most put-together overall. Her jet black hair is pulled into a ponytail so you can see her glamorous earrings and bright red lips. She's wearing a nearly wrinkleless white dress shirt barely see through enough to show her bra, black business pants, and short black heels.

A shiver crashes down your spine, nearly making you drop your coffee. You're not sure you'll ever get used to seeing all these gorgeous idols in person, and especially not when they're approaching you.

"Hey, sorry we're late," Wendy opens the conversation, "We got held up for a minute."

Yeri smirks. It looks like she's paying more attention to the menu overhead than to any one person. "Held up by some Canadian grandma driving."

Wendy frowns. "It's called a speed limit."

Seulgi gives you a short bow. You do the same back. Finally, a regular greeting. Then again, it makes sense since she's the one you've spent the least amount of time with. That's not saying much though, since you haven't had much opportunity to get to know any member of Red Velvet. "Good to see you again," she says formally.

"Oh shut up Sluggo, you know why we're here." Yeri points up at the menu. "I'll take the mocha--"

"What she means is... Well, can we talk?" Wendy asks, looking more than a little flustered.

"Yeah, totally. I got some muffins for us to share, but I thought it was just going to be the two of--"

"Fuck yeah, bro! Thanks!" Yeri snatches the muffin bag out of your hand and has one halfway in her mouth before you can protest.

Wendy sighs. "Let's sit down, shall we?"

Getting a table with room for four is a simple matter. Seulgi sits opposite from you, Yeri next to her, and Wendy next to you.

Yeri's busy eating both of the muffins you bought, which may be the only reason Wendy is able to finish her thoughts. "So, we don't have a whole lot of time. We're actually-- well, two of us are going to a gig in like fifteen minutes, but you know we're really busy. I mean, of course, you know us, and we've got a thing in fifteen-- Ugh. I'm sorry, I'm so bad at this. How's your day been?"

Normally in all of your previous conversations, short as they have been, you've noticed that Wendy is generally much more confident than this. "Um, pretty good. It's still early though. Just got here myself, so I haven't had time to do much today."

"Oh geez, that's right. I'm sorry, the last few weeks have really just been blending together, you know? So like, you know Yerin right? I mean, of course you know Yerin. So Yerin has been talking to Joy, and you've been brought up in that, and so we know a little bit about you."

You chuckle and scratch the back of your neck. "Ah, crap. If Yerin's been talking about me, I can only imagine the kinds of things she's said." Obviously, your history with Yerin and her perverted attitude can mean one thing.

Seulgi blushes. "Y-yeah. Is it okay that we're talking to you about this?"

"I mean, we haven't really talked about anything specific yet."

"They mean sex." Yeri blurts out, slightly muffled by muffin.

You laugh. Thinking back on Wendy's texts and her vague word choices, you figured she had a serious question for you, but you still can't figure out what it is she wanted to talk to you about. It's a little awkward that she brought two of her group members with her if she's looking for advice, too. "I kind of figured that's what it was about. But hell yeah, I'm an open book. What's on your mind?"

Wendy lets out a relieved sigh. "Oh my gosh, thank you. I thought I was going to die from my own awkwardness there."

She pauses as a barista walks over with Yeri's drink. You make note of the way, out of the corner of her eye, Yeri watches the barista's ass as she walks away.

Wendy continues with a bright smile that you're a little more used to seeing, "So uh, the three of us are currently looking for something, and wanted to know what your rates are."

You hesitate, piecing together what Wendy just said with the fact that the conversation has been defined as one about sex. "Has Yerin been... saying I'm a prostitute?"

Suddenly, it feels like you're in a pressure cooker. Silence grips the table as the tension rises. Wendy stares at you like a deer in the headlights, her eyes widening slowly and her smile fading.

The sound of the steamer behind the store's counter sets off a chain reaction of noise.

"OH MY GOD," Wendy shouts, "I AM SO SORRY!"

Yeri slaps the table and bursts into laughter, sending crumbs of muffin everywhere. Seulgi is glowing red, shaking all over, and looking frantically between you, Wendy, and the mess Yeri is making.

"I DIDN'T MEAN-- OH GOD--" Wendy grabs your arm with both hands, crushing down as if she's afraid you're about to leave. She lowers her voice to a hushed tone, but speaks at the speed of a runaway train, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean anything by it I supp-- We all support the sex work industry and I'm sorry I didn't me--"

The other two have effectively disappeared. Seulgi, with her arms covering her face and crouched low in her chair. Yeri has fallen to the floor, truly making the scene worse with how hard she's laughing and gasping for air.

For as mildly insulted as you feel, you aren't very surprised, considering Yerin's habit of using insults and crude words as terms of endearment. You smirk and put a hand on Wendy's shoulder. You try to calm her down, but are slightly afraid she won't hear you through her rambling, "Hey, hey. You're good. I'm not a prostitute, but it's fine."

Wendy slows down, but appears to be on the verge of hyperventilation. "I can't believe this. I shouldn't have assumed. Oh god. I am such a dumbass."

You get out of your chair and wrap your arms around her. She immediately shuts up, face melting into your chest. "You're good, Wendy. Honestly, that's hilarious more than anything."

Yeri is calming down a little as well, with the aid of Seulgi furiously brushing away the streaks of black makeup running off of her eyes. Even so, she can barely manage to get back into her chair, still having giggle fits and clutching at her stomach.

"I might not be one, but I think I can help you out anyway. What exactly are you looking for?" You let go of Wendy and watch her dab at a few tears that started with a napkin.

"No, no. I don't think I can say after all that. I am... so embarrassed right now."

Still fighting to catch her breath, Yeri chimes in, "We're too busy to find dick so she tried to find a way to schedule it. Holy shit, 'Sup? How's your day? How much do you charge for a good time, ho?' Right? Wow, Wendy."

"Yeri! That's not what she said!" Seulgi slaps at Yeri's arm and nervously looks around for anyone who might still be watching.

"Might as well have been! This is the best!"

You can't help but chuckle along with Yeri. You stare in her direction, hoping to get her attention with your next sentence, "You don't have to pay to fuck me."

That shuts Yeri up. She stares back. "Woah, you serious?"

You sit back down and glance at Wendy and Seulgi. They're staring too.

"Yeah, why not? Sounds like fun. Hell, I'd go for it right now, but you've got a gig to get to, right?"

Seulgi shakily raises a hand as if she's asking permission to speak. "O-only two of us are going to that."

Underneath the table, you feel someone's foot sliding up and down your leg. You have no doubt it's Yeri's, as she speaks up again, "Why don't you guess which one of us isn't busy today?"

Yeah. Why don't you?

Options for Part 1 [IMPORTANT (duh)]: 1. (Picked:) Is it Yeri? It seems too obvious, given how eager she obviously is. But she could be straight up trolling you. That seems like something she'd do. If it's her, you imagine you'll end up exhausted soon. She seems to have a LOT of energy to burn.

2. Is it Wendy? She's the one who organized this meetup after all. Maybe she'll ask you to come along as she drops the other members off at their gig. If she's the one, you can guess you'll have a very nice, sweet time. She's got those wifey vibes.

3. Is it Seulgi? She's been very quiet this whole time. She definitely took the time to dress to impress today. Maybe it's you she means to impress. If you're spending the day with her, you have no clue what to expect. You've got to watch out for the quiet ones...

~~~~~

You look underneath the table and see it is, in fact, Yeri who is stroking your leg with her foot. Her running shoes aren't exactly making it comfortable or sexy.

"I'm going to guess it's you."

"Sure is, babe." Yeri winks. Wendy and Seulgi both groan in unison. Yeri doesn't seem to mind them at all.

"So," Wendy says slowly, "you really meant that about having sex with us? I don't want to pressure you."

You look across the table and see Seulgi biting her lip, not in an intentionally sexy way, but maybe nervously?

"Yup. I'm not free literally all the time, so we might have to actually schedule it, which definitely feels weird, but I'm up for it."

Wendy grins. "Awesome! Thanks! Thanks? Thanks."

"But hey, to be totally clear, why me? You guys know you can have sex with each other, right?"

Seulgi pops in, "We have. It's just... we all want different things that others aren't comfortable with."

"Yeah, getting fucked softly by strapons is boooring," Yeri says. She glares at Wendy.

"H-hey! You know my hip--"

You're about to ask what they all want to do that's so radically different, or why they assume you're okay with all of it, but Wendy's phone alarm goes off.

"Crap. So, can we talk about this later? We have to get to our shoot."

"Totally, sure. Text me when you're off?"

Wendy and Seulgi are already starting to walk away. Yeri has made herself quite comfortable where she is though.

"I'll text you, yeah! Um, are you okay with babysitting that one for a bit?"

Yeri scrunches up her nose. "The fuck, bitch?!"

You laugh. "Yeah, why not?"

Wendy smiles and rushes out the door. Seulgi follows, but only after giving you a polite bow. "See you again soon!"

The busy life of a big three idol, you muse to yourself.

"Hmmm, seems we've got some time to kill, huh?" Yeri leans forward on the table, squeezing her tits through her bulky sweatshirt.

"Guess we do. I have one formal request to have sex with you and another to babysit you. Bit unusual."

Yeri groans. "Yeah fuck that. You realize I'm well into my twenties right? I want your cock, not a bedtime story."

You decide against telling her about the stories you swapped with SinB just a couple nights ago. "Couldn't put you to bed if I wanted to with that extra large mocha you've got there," you say instead.

“You could put me in a bed.”

“Snappy one. I like it.”

Yeri smirks and takes a sip of her coffee. “I don’t mean right now though. I’ve got something in mind already.”

“You mean what you were going to pay me to do?”

“Sure was, ho. Why? You still want the money?”

You sigh. “Well I’m really not in the business. So if you really want to spend something on me, maybe get me some breakfast? You ate mine.”

“You can eat me.”

After you give her a brief, unamused look, she relents. “Okay. Okay. What do you want? You can eat it on the way.”

“I see you like to make assumptions. And I’ll take a smoked salmon bagel.”

“I’m used to my assumptions being met. And I didn’t know they made those here.”

“Do you assume you’re going to get your way today? And they’re delicious.”

“Maybe I do assume that. I guess we’ll see. And I’ll have one too.”

Yeri hops off of her seat and goes back to the counter to put in your order. Thanks to the lack of a line or crowd, the bagels are ready by the time you’ve followed her. You open the bag.

“Four? Feeling hungry this morning?”

“Oh I’m starving for dick, but only one of those is for me. The others are for you. You’ll need the energy.”

“Question.” You stop, The Lounge’s front door half open in your hand. “Do you always speak so boldly and then follow it up immediately with something vague?”

She smirks and you watch as one of her hands slides around your waist and traces your butt before giving it a tight squeeze. She reaches past you with her other hand and pulls the door open the rest of the way so she can step outside, slowly twirling around you. “No,” she says, “Sometimes, I don’t speak.”

Smooth, you think.

The walk to wherever Yeri is taking you is a pleasant one. She takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. She walks in sync with you. She makes easy conversation about work, food, and ideal local vacation spots. She nibbles on her bagel slowly enough that she finishes right about when you finish all three of yours. You almost forget that less than an hour ago she was making lewd comments about hiring you for sex, and that she is currently taking you to a location where she intends to fuck you.

It’s not long before you reach a building that she pulls you into, swiping a key card to open the door. The inside isn’t particularly remarkable, and you don’t see any signs anywhere that would reveal the building’s purpose. Three flights of stairs going up and one more key card swipe through a door, and you find yourself in a small gym.

One wall is effectively a single giant mirror like a dance studio would have, and there’s a variety of equipment you recognize as being for pilates as well as weight training and a treadmill. The floor is ever so slightly spongy-soft, it’s well lit when she flips on the lights, there’s a large potted fern in one corner with a small stereo next to it, and it’s otherwise undecorated. It smells like sweat.

“Personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Personal, private gym,” Yeri says. She drops her purse and kicks off her shoes next to the door, motioning for you to do the same.

“Not that I’m complaining, but couldn’t we have used a room at The Lounge, or your place, or mine?”

“Maybe. But I’m comfortable here. And there aren’t any company bitches here to get on my case for getting our freak on.”

Yeri walks into the middle of the room and pulls her hoodie over her head. It turns out she was only wearing a purple sports bra underneath.

Although she is still fully dressed as far as modern societal standards are concerned, you find yourself staring at her incredibly sexy body as if it’s totally exposed. Her leggings are exactly as skin-tight as you were hoping, practically revealing her firm ass. If she’s even wearing anything underneath them, you can’t tell. But as she lifts her arms above her head to toss her hoodie behind her and to stretch, it’s her mostly bare back and the toned muscle running up and down either side of her spine that catches you off guard. You can’t take your eyes away. She looks at you in the mirror and catches you staring.

“I’m glad you like,” she says, putting one finger between her teeth in the corner of her mouth and giving you a sultry look you didn’t think she was capable of. She twists to look at you over her shoulder. “Your turn.”

You remove your jacket and pull your shirt off. While it’s over your eyes, you hear padding footsteps coming your way, followed by a body being pressed up against yours. By the time your shirt is totally off, her hands are sliding up your back. This is one seriously forward idol you’re dealing with.

“So here we are. I picked the location. What’s next?” Yeri asks, “I’ve got a naughty thought or two, but maybe you have an idea you want to surprise me with.”

Options for Part 2:

1. No surprise, nothing fancy. Just get naked and get started. 2. There must be a shower in this building if it contains gyms. Ask her to take you there and you can get her wet all over. 3. (Picked:) Yeri was literally going to hire you for this, and “naughty thoughts” sound fun. Ask her what those are all about.

~~~~~

“Naughty thoughts huh? Why don’t you tell me about those?”

Yeri grimaces and looks off to the side. “Uh...”

“Uh…” You look down at her, confused. “What? What.”

“I was, you know.”

You hesitate…

“No! I don’t know! What?!”

“Like, I was expecting you to just rip off my bra or pants and go to town, you know?”

“But you said you have naughty thoughts. Why wouldn’t I ask about those?”

“I don’t know! I was counting on you not asking about them!”

You rub your eyes. You’re about to ask why she would bother bringing up the option if she was going to make such a big deal out of it, but she speaks first.

“I want to get fucked while I’m working out.”

“That’s it?” you ask after a moment of hesitation.

“It’s not all I want to do.”

“Well, care to share with the rest of the class? Or are you too embarrassed about having really normal-sounding kinks?”

Yeri shoves you back and takes a few steps toward the pilates equipment. “Are we doing this or not?”

“I’m all for it.”

She grabs the sides of her bra and with no small amount of difficulty pulls it off over her head. You easily forget about the awkwardness as you watch her breasts squeeze out slowly and eventually drop the rest of the way.

Yeri's breasts live up to the hype. When she beckons you over to her (in the same way you would beckon for a dog, annoyingly), you realize your opportunity to touch them for yourself is at hand. Literally.

You grab her by the shoulders first though, spinning her around so she's facing the pilates bench and the mirror. You wrap your arms under hers to feel her tits from behind. They're more than your hands can take in a single grasp. But you're not in this for speed. You bend down to kiss her neck, which gets a satisfied growl from her.

"Bite me," she says. It's not a softly spoken statement, and it's right next to your ear thanks to your positioning, so you're stunned for about half a second.

You do as she demands, taking a small bit of her neck between your teeth and sucking. If she wants hickeys you won't argue.

You're rewarded with a smack on the top of the head. Confused with her behavior again, you pull away.

"I didn't say nibble. I said bite."

"Oh. Uh, sure."

"Like, draw blood."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah! Like, if you're gonna bite, it's gotta be hard! Really get your canine teeth in there, right? Just fucking give it to me."

You stare at her for a moment. "Let's, um, start with the exercise thing first, yeah?"

Seeming suddenly confident again, Yeri hops onto the pilates bench and flips herself upside-down using the bars. She stretches herself out into a position you imagine can't be easy to hold for long. "Sure, if you can reach me."

You squint at her for just a second. She's switching between embarrassment and confidence so fast you can't figure out what's really going on. But at least right now, she seems fine.

Standing up on the bench, you find you’re at nearly the perfect height to put your face between her legs. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You grab the waistband of her leggings and pull them down to her knees. Underneath, absolutely nothing. No underwear, no hair. Just a completely bare pussy and smooth ass tensed with the effort of holding her body weight in an upward arch.

It’s a tight fit getting your head between her legs, given that she doesn’t have a lot of space to spread them apart. The reward is worth the trouble.

You flatten your tongue against her pussy to give it a full, long lick. She responds with a long, breathy moan. And since she gives you no reason to stop, you do it again, and again, and again. Each time, Yeri shivers just a little bit, making it obvious how much she’s enjoying herself.

Hands on either side of her hips, just touching for the sake of touching and not holding her up, you close your eyes and focus on your work. Not work. You’re not getting paid for this. Stop thinking about that.

She’s got a mellow taste as far as you can tell. It’s got the tang you would expect, but it’s maybe a little musky. You don’t try to distract yourself, but trying to figure out how Yeri tastes the same way men’s cologne smells is really messing with your head.

It’s when her hips suddenly drop away from your hands that you realize she has been holding herself in place for several minutes. She’s breathing heavily and she doesn’t fall only because her leggings are caught on your shoulders. She doesn’t seem seriously exhausted or anything though. Maybe this was just the first rep.

“Tired?” you ask anyway.

“I also want to try pet play.”

You stare down at Yeri. You’re sure you heard the words that came out of her mouth correctly, but they weren’t the answer to your question. “So… hang on. Back up. What?”

“You know. Meow.” Holding herself up with one hand, she uses the other to make the classic neko paw.

You tilt your head and rub your temples. “Alright. Um, I think we should probably work out what’s really happening here. You gave me a lot to work with.”

Yeri hoists her legs back over your head and stands on the bench again, kicking her leggings off the rest of the way. “Yeah! What do you think? Those are my ideas!”

“They are varied.”

“Is that good or bad?” Suddenly Yeri looks embarrassed again.

“No! They’re good! I’m not here to kink shame you. I don’t know if I’m really into all of that, or if they can all be incorporated into a single session, but I’m totally up for some of it.”

Session? This isn’t an appointment, and this isn’t my job! you think, furiously. You’re suddenly worried if every minor reference to work or professionalism is going to sound like it’s connected to sex from now on.

Yeri smirks, “Oh, okay. That’s fair. Anything sounds good! What do you want to do… with me?” She punctuates the last two words by grabbing her tits and winking at you.

Deadline for this vote is 12/20 at 12:00 UTC! No guarantees on how fast Part 4 will come out, but work should slow down soon, and it’s not like I’ll be going anywhere for a holiday because of this virus, so you can probably expect Part 5 and maybe also another short over that weekend! Options for Part 3: 1. (Picked:) Workout sex sounds like it will wear you out, but getting sweaty with a partner has never been a problem before! 2. Pet play? What was that meow about?! Maybe you want her to play a cat, or you can convince her she'd be something else? 3. Oh fuck, right. Yeri likes vampires. Bite her. [Warning for blood stuff, though not super gory or anything Red Flavor joke]

~~~~~

“Tell me more about this workout sex,” you say. To avoid letting the mood die down any more than your confusion already might have you inch forward, one hand on Yeri’s breast, the other wrapping around the small of her back. You pull her in closer toward you and put your mouth to hers.

Yeri hums into your kiss. She takes a moment to enjoy it before she pulls back. “It’s exactly what it sounds like, like what I said.” She comes in for a couple more small kisses and continues, “I work out. While I do that, you fuck me.”

You bring her back into the kiss, keeping it chaste for now. At least, as chaste as you can get while you’re more than half naked and she’s completely naked and you’re discussing exactly how you’re about to bang.

“I can start over there and bench while I suck your cock.”

You moan your agreement into another kiss.

“Then I can do my squats on it while you take your turn benching.”

You moan your “Huh?” into another kiss.

“Then you can do your squats by pile driving me into the floor.”

So it seems she plans on you working out too.

“So? Are we going to do this?” Yeri holds you back.

You take a deep breath. Whatever higher power you believe in has brought you this far. You’re not going to let it down.

“Why don’t you get down there and find out?”

Yeri practically jumps across the room. She grabs a couple of dumbbells and immediately gets into bench press position.

When you walk over, ditching the rest of your clothes on the way, Yeri looks up at you and smirks. She wiggles the weights around and, in a sing-song voice, says, “Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb.”

You stand above her, unsure how to respond.

“Get it? Dumb Dumb? Dumbbells? The weights?”

“Uh, no?”

“What?! That’s like, a classic!��

“Is that one of yours?”

“Yes! You haven’t heard it?!”

“You just called your own song a classic.”

Yeri rolls her eyes. “Not classic as in old. As in-- I’m about to suck your dick, so laugh at my jokes.”

That makes you actually snort back a laugh. “Okay, I guess I get it now.”

She smiles and hangs her head off the edge of the bench. You make your way next to her head and she licks her lip at the sight of your dick at nearly her eye level.

“Just don’t go too hard okay? I’ve got a gag reflex.”

You crouch just enough so that your dick touches her lips, which she happily opens. The moment her tongue reaches out and touches you, you feel a bit weak in the knees. How you’re going to keep this up and also do real exercise, you have no idea.

Yeri cautiously starts pumping her weights up and down at her sides. You take the same slow pace with moving back and forth. After the mention of her gag reflex you don’t dare thrust for real, keeping it to an inch or so at a time. Yeri more than makes up for the lack of depth with her tongue though, twirling and curling it around randomly.

Thankfully there’s a bar across the bench that you can lean on to prevent a total collapse. Just beneath your head, you watch as Yeri’s chest and arms flex to push the weights up, then relax and spread out as she lowers them. The steady motion, the subtle definition of her body, and her heavy tits are a sight to behold, and so behold it all you do.

Yeri’s tongue sweeps across the bottom of your dick, and you feel a burning desire to be deeper inside of her. You decide to try your luck and push forward a bit farther. She doesn’t so much as lose the tempo in her lifting, so you go farther. Too much more and you’re sure you’re going to hurt her, but her legs are spread to either side of the bench, leaving something else open that you could probably get much deeper in.

You’re suddenly jolted back to awareness by the sound of weights slamming to the floor. Yeri grabs your hips and holds you tightly in place. You think she may have forgotten about the exercise after all with how intensely she’s sucking. But then, she pushes you away and gasps for air.

“That’s one set down!” She grins up at you and strokes your dick.

“Isn’t it bad etiquette to drop your weights like that?”

“Personal, private gym, remember? My gym, my rules.”

“Well not to break your rules, but I want to try something else in your next set.”

“Why? Didn’t you like that?”

“Oh I did, but that’s just the problem. You’ve got me worked up now, and I’m having a hard time holding back.”

Yeri gulps, and you see her whole body shiver. “I-I mean, I’ll try.” She picks her dumbbells off the floor and lays back again, sticking her tongue out and opening her mouth wide.

“I didn’t mean deepthroat! I just meant I wanted to fuck your pussy.”

You aren’t sure if Yeri’s sigh is one of disappointment or relief. “Ah, I see. Well by all means go for it!”

She scoots herself down the bench so her head isn’t hanging off and starts her next set. You walk around her slowly, just taking in the sight, admiring her again. She’s clearly used to the exercise, because her skin is just barely starting to show a few dots of sweat.

Once you’re between her legs, it’s a simple matter to crouch again just a little to maintain the correct height. You couldn’t see it from your previous angle, but Yeri is soaking wet. It’s only been a few minutes really, but already there’s a puddle underneath her. You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for contributing to that.

Yeri’s entrance is tight, but pushing into her is smooth sailing with how much natural lube she’s producing. Every time she lifts her weights, her muscles tense and she subtly clenches down around you. You might have thought this was a weird concept to begin with, but you’re definitely on board now. Not quite in time with her lifts, you thrust in and out. Looking down, you can see her toes curling. She’s clearly putting in a lot of effort not to squirm out of position.

“Seems like you’re having fun, huh?”

You don’t get an answer. You’re slightly annoyed that she seems to be ignoring you, but you realize she’s probably trying to count reps. But it would be fun if you could make her lose track…

You put your hands on either side of the bench and get a good grip, preparing to turn into a fucking machine.

Unfortunately, you’re the one who gets a surprise when Yeri drops her weights again. Her head shoots up to yours for a needy, open-mouthed kiss. Her damp body presses against yours.

“This is...” she says between the moments she has her tongue in your mouth, “so much better… than trying it… with a dildo!”

You try to push Yeri away so you can get a word in, but her arms and legs are both clamped around you. You give in and lower her down so she’s on her back again, putting you right where you need to be so you can roll your hips.

Yeri squeals and her grip on you gets even tighter. “More!” she shouts when she pulls away for a half a second.

You strain to get your hands under her arms and break out of her grasp. Her nails rake across your back quite painfully as you do, but you manage to pin her arms to her sides. She glares up at you, biting her lip and giggling.

“More?” she asks this time.

“Don’t you have one more set to do? Isn’t three sets a thing?”

Yeri scowls. “I changed my mind. It’s your turn to bench. I need to do my squats right now.”

You roll your hips again. You watch, amused, as Yeri’s fingers clench at the air over and over again. You’re a little worried about what might happen when you let her go, considering she seemed to have some kind of blood fetish. But then again, she might just not be trying all that hard to get away. She’s the one with a fairly athletic career and a workout plan after all.

Even so, you can’t help but tease her with another roll of your hips. You have difficulty finding your own words with how good she feels, tight around your cock. “It was your idea to get fucked while you worked out. I’m just holding you to your word, you know.”

A sly smile curls across Yeri’s face, though it trembles when you grind into her again. “I’m keeping my word! I normally only do two sets at a time!”

“I’m not so sure I believe that.” Her legs let up a bit, so you use the leeway to get in a short thrust.

“You calling me a liar?”

“Of course not. Why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t call me a liar you get to pick what hole I fuck you with while you’re benching.”

She makes a valid argument.

Deadline for this vote will be 12/26 at 6:00 UTC (just in case some of you will be too busy the day before with holiday stuff) Options for Part 4: 1. No complaints from you if she continues with her pussy! 2. Then again, you’ve got a thing for anal, and she’s offering. 3. She could give you a blowjob. It seems like she wants the practice. 4. (Picked:) But also… Yeri is the first person in one of these stories with big enough boobs for a titfuck.

~~~~~

“Well since you’re definitely done with your sets, and since you’re not lying, you wouldn’t mind titfucking me?”

A few quiet moments go by. Yeri puts a hand on her chin, looking down between your bodies, then to her boobs, then at the dumbells on either side of her. She reaches down to grab the weights again.

“There’s lube in my bag. Grab that first.”

You smile and pull out of her pussy, which makes both of you take a sharp breath at the same time. “Doing more benches huh?”

“Well obviously. This is workout sex. I can’t give you a tit job while I’m squatting, so the best solution is for me to focus extra hard on my arms - which is definitely more than I normally do - so you can stand over me.”

Her bluff is pretty obvious, but it’s amusing, and you’re still getting what you asked for so you’re not going to push your luck by calling her out. This is something you’ve been trying to convince Yerin to try for a while, but she’s brushed it off every time. So if you aren’t getting a boob job here, you’re not sure when or even if you’ll have the chance again.

The lube you find in Yeri’s bag is vanilla scented. While you take a moment to enjoy the smell, Yeri lies down and starts another set with her six kilo weights.

You move to stand over her chest and enjoy watching her muscles work again from a different angle. This time you watch her breasts in particular, putting a hand down to lightly cup one and brush your thumb over her nipple. Much like before, Yeri’s focus on her workout is uncanny. You can’t get her to break, so you decide to help yourself.

You pour a generous amount of the lube into Yeri’s cleavage, smearing it all over. Your dick is still wet from her pussy, but this stuff will certainly last longer. The pleasant smell and the sight of her wet breasts turn on your instincts again. You lower yourself until your dick is resting on her, and you squeeze her tits together.

It’s not nearly as tight as anything else you’ve experienced today, of course, but it’s no less of an incredible feeling. When you start to move back and forth is when you realize how heavenly it is, even if it involves some extra effort. As you slide through Yeri’s cleavage, you notice the tiniest glance down from her. Is she losing her focus?

You smirk and reposition your hands a bit so you can casually rub her nipples between your fingers. Again, a small glance down. This time, it’s accompanied by the corners of her lips moving up.

“If you’re enjoying this already, wait until your hands are free to help out.”

“Ssshut up.”

Her arms tremble for a second. It would make sense if she’s getting distracted by the fact that she’s working out. But she hasn’t done that much, has she? Six kilos isn’t too crazy for an athletic idol like herself. You take a look over to the side again when her arms come all the way up.

There’s a mostly worn off line right before the six. She’s lifting nearly triple what you thought she was. Suddenly, you find yourself concerned with where they might land if she drops them again, given where your feet are, and you resolve to not distract her anymore.

That doesn’t mean you’re going to stop the titfucking of course.

You shift your feet back a little and have to lean forward, but you manage to get back into rhythm quickly. You slide in time with her lifting. The next time you look at her face, Yeri’s eyes are screwed shut and she’s biting her lip.

You aren’t able to contain a groan, and her eyes snap open and look into yours. She gives you a smile and after one last pump of her weights, she tosses them (thankfully) to the sides. Her hands clasp over the top of yours. Her breaths are labored, but she speaks through them just fine.

“I’m helping now. What am I waiting for?”

You pull one of your hands from under hers. It takes you no time at all to find her clit. Her knees come up to trap your arm there, as if you needed the additional encouragement. You circle it slowly with your fingers.

“Oh, I see now.” Yeri’s voice is quiet and her mouth quivers. She looks down at your cockhead poking out of her cleavage with hunger in her eyes.

You take your other hand away from hers, but only so you can put it back on top, where you guide her into kneading her breasts around your dick. She quickly picks up on the hint and squeezes down. She even takes the initiative and lifts her head to try to lick you as you thrust.

Unfortunately, she can’t quite reach, but you’re not going to let her effort go to waste. You hover your now free hand next to her pouty lips. You quickly go back in your mind to when she was very interested in biting, but you’ve already sealed your fate, and her mouth is wrapped around two of your fingers.

Something about watching her dutifully crushing her tits against your thrusting dick and sweetly sucking on your fingers with her eyes closed sets you off. You barely have the time to say, “I’m cumming.”

In that moment, Yeri’s eyes reopen and catch yours. She makes no move to change what she’s doing. So with one last thrust, you groan in ecstasy and orgasm.

Your cum first hits the bottom of her chin, then lands on her neck, then seeps out onto her chest, directed into different directions by her collarbone. She hardly reacts where you can see it, keeping her eyes locked onto yours and wrapping her tongue around your middle finger.

On the other hand, literally, her legs wrap around your arm and roughly pull your hand until it’s fully connected with her pussy. Your brain is still in a mid-orgasm haze, but it’s easy enough to realize what you’re supposed to be doing. You oblige, dipping two fingers inside her. That gets a happy hum out of Yeri, which you feel directly vibrating up your hand.

After you blink the stars out of your eyes, you look down and see that Yeri is scooping at your cum to bring it to her mouth. She sucks it in without letting go of your fingers. You would protest at the awkwardness of feeling your semen being swirled around your knuckles, but the greediness she displays is way too sexually charged for you to care about things like that anymore.

Eventually, she vacuums all of it down and off your hand, swallows, and releases you. She gives you an expectant look, eyebrows raised and mischievous smile plastered across her face.

You continue to finger her, but her eyes don’t move from yours. “Um. Wow, damn,” you say, not sure what else she wants.

Yeri’s eyebrows go higher. “You’re not going to mention…”

“Your amazing body? Or how hot it is when you’re sweating like that?”

Her smile turns into an absolute shit-eating grin. “Protein shakes are good after exercise!”

You bite your cheek to keep from… laughing? An exasperated sigh? You’re not sure, with how terrible and cliché of a line that would have been.

“Yup. Definitely something like that.”

Yeri giggles and pushes you back so she can sit up. She takes the hand you were fingering her with now. “So you still up for more? Joy says Yerin says you can usually go more than once.”

She starts to lick her juices off of your hand. You can’t help but admire her weird pervertedness.

Deadline for the Part 5 vote will be 1/1 at 12:00 UTC (because I am guaranteed not to work that day!) Options for Part 5: 1. Of course you’re still up for more, as long as you don’t have to deal with more of this workout bullshit! 2. (Picked:) You’ll do more, but only after she does the squats she said she was going to do. She doesn’t get to half ass her workout just because you’re here! 3. Nope. You’re out of here. See you around, sloot! 4. Maybe. But you'd actually like to maybe get to know Yeri a little first? You kind of jumped into this real fast.

~~~~~

“What? You’re already done with your workout? You’ve barely done anything though.”

Yeri gives you a dirty look. “I’d normally do more, duh. But you’re here right now.”

“Yeah, to fuck you while you work out.”

“Yeah, which you did.”

“Did you cum?”

“No, but that’s fine. I got what I wanted.”

“Do you want to?”

Yeri looks over at the squatting rack, chewing her lip. “I wouldn’t mind, but it’s hard to make me cum. And it would be dangerous while I’ve got something really heavy on top of me.”

“Challenge accepted then.”

She raises her eyebrows at you.

“You go hard on the rest of your workout and I’ll do the best I can to make you cum once you’re done.”

Yeri doesn’t say anything. She walks over to the rack though, and leans back against it. She looks you up and down, straight-faced.

“If you don’t cum, it’s not like you’re not getting your money’s worth.”

She still says nothing, her eyes landing on your dick.

“Because you’re not paying me for this. Because I’m not a prostitute…” You shrug, unsure of how to proceed when you’re being stared down naked.

“Let’s do it. I want to see if you can do it.”

“If I can? Well, what is it that makes it so hard to make you cum?”

Yeri bends over to grab some weights to put on the bar. “I dunno. If I knew, I wouldn’t have the problem.”

“You nervous?”

“It’s not like I haven’t had sex before.”

“Uncomfortable maybe?”

“No, I’m fine. A bit restless, but who isn’t?” Yeri stands under the bar, adjusting herself so her back is comfortably in the curve.

“I know a couple other people like that. We’ll do a little bit of experimenting. Maybe it will work, maybe it won’t.”

“Good enough for me.”

“Good enough huh?”

“Yup.”

“Sounds unenthusiastic. You sure you’re up for it?”

“I asked you for another round, remember? I just don’t want you getting your hopes up.”

You laugh. “Everything I could have hoped for is standing in front of me nude and about to do squats.”

Yeri chuckles and picks the bar off the rack. “Greasy.”

You just smile and watch as she does the first squat. It looks effortless. You don’t know enough about form to judge it, but it seems like it’s been practiced for quite some time. It’s smooth on the way down, and smooth on the way up. Graceful, even.

The grace of the action is slightly undercut by the fact that she is of course still naked, a little sweaty, and her chest is completely covered in lube. But that makes it no less attractive to you.

As she does more, you walk around, getting a good view from every angle. The mirror wall ensures that if she wants to, she can see you as well. But she seems focused again, staring herself in the eye.

Her breaths are labored. She inhales deeply as she goes down and exhales loudly as she comes up. Her skin starts to glisten all over as her effort comes out in her sweat. You reach out to touch her, but you suddenly get an idea and step back. Shortly after, she sets the bar back on the rack with a heavy sigh.

“What’s up? You can touch. It’s encouraged.”

You go back to her purse and pull out a water bottle you had seen earlier. “I’m going to hold off on touching you for a minute. I like this. I’m changing the plan. I’m not touching you until I can see how much effort you’re putting into this.”

A smirk creeps up one side of Yeri’s mouth. “You’re on,” she says. She catches the water bottle when you toss to her and takes a swig from it. Then she puts another five kilogram weight on either side of the bar.

As she gets into the next set, you move next to her and sit down on the floor. “Look at these hard-working legs,” you say. She didn’t respond the last time you talked to her, but she can still hear you… you assume. This is mostly just you saying your thoughts out loud, but you hope she’s paying attention.

“Taking on all of this to maintain the look of a perfect idol, but healthy. Damn, I would kill for your dedication.”

Glancing at the mirror you see another tiny smile on Yeri’s face.

“What would you say the ratio is? Your effort and practice versus your natural talent. What amount of each is it that makes your performances look so easy? Because watching you right now it has to be at least sixty percent or more in favor of the exercise.”

You reach out again like you’re going to touch her as she comes down, but you keep your hand just far enough away.

“And not just what you do, but the way this body of yours looks. If I wasn’t watching you sculpt it right now, I’d have figured it was sculpted by some Greek god. Belongs in a fucking art museum if you ask me.”

Your hand hovers extremely close to Yeri’s leg. You can actually feel the heat of her body, way above what you’d normally feel coming off a person. It’s like she’s a human furnace. And the amount of sweat on her is very noticeable now.

The bar catches on the rack again and Yeri bends over to grab the water again, drinking a few more swallows of it this time. “Museum my ass,” she says through a breathy laugh.

“That’s what I’m saying! One more set, right?”

Yeri stretches her arms, prompting you to wonder why she didn’t stretch before the workout. Your narrator says you shouldn’t think about it because it’s really hard to remember all of those kinds of details, and that’s not the point of word porn. But yes, you should be careful and stretch before working out.

“That’s right. I hope you’re ready to go again because I’m seriously wanting more.”

“Absolutely,” you say. You stand up and run a hand over Yeri’s butt and up her back, pressing roughly. “I don’t think I’ve even gone soft once since I had this scene in front of me.”

Yeri groans and rolls her shoulders as you touch them. “I can stop now, you know. I could go for the fucking right now.”

“I know, I know. But you’re not done yet. And I can’t believe how much I’m enjoying watching this.” You take your hand away and look Yeri in the eye via the mirror wall. “Hell, I might just have to convince you to do more.”

Without another word, Yeri gets underneath the bar again and picks it up. “If you’re so eager to see more, then…” She cuts herself off and dips into another squat.

Your eyes trace her from the floor up as you circle around. Yeri's thighs tremble from the weight. Her ass spreads from the movement. Her chest heaves from her breaths. Her lips part in just a way that you consider telling her to drop the bar so you can kiss her, but you're committed to watching her finish.

Rather than tempt yourself with the sight of her lips, you look up at her eyes. But you quickly regret it, as she looks back at yours. Her normally bright, mischievous eyes turn into black holes that you can't escape from. You feel a drop of your own sweat curl its way down your cheek.

“Holy shit, Yeri. I can’t wait to fuck you again, but at the same time, seeing this is too incredible to stop.”

Yeri is the one who breaks the gaze first, scrunching up her eyes. You look down again to see the trembling in her legs has gotten pretty bad.

"This is more weight than you usually use, huh?"

"Y-yup."

"How many left?"

"Three."

"Five."

"What the fu--"

You interrupt her with a kiss, since she's fully upright. The heat of the fire inside her drafts into your mouth. You don't want to stop, but you manage to pull away. "Just do five."

She looks up at you, her mouth gaped open. "Kay,"

As Yeri dips down, you walk around her again. Behind her, you put your hands out over her shoulders to spot her when she's back at your height. "Four more."

Yeri glances at you in the mirror, but quickly shuts her eyes again and goes down. You follow to make sure she's safe, but keep your hands off the bar.

Back at the top again, you continue the countdown. "Three."

Yeri doesn’t open her eyes this time. You just follow her down again, lightly resting your wrists against her shoulders to make sure she knows you're there. Her whole body is quivering as she rises again.

She gasps loudly when she's upright. "Keep breathing," you remind her, "Only two more."

"Shit," is the one word she gets out before she goes again. There's a moment when she reaches the bottom that she hesitates, and you fear she's going to drop the bar. You brace your arms, but Yeri clearly isn't one to disappoint. She rises again, shaking like a leaf.

You feel a little bad when she's all the way up again, as she is clearly already beyond what she's comfortable with. Even so, you're confident you can keep her from hurting herself, so you lean forward next to her ear and say very softly, "Just one more."

It seems she's got nothing more to say, because she immediately goes down for the last squat. You nearly lose your balance following her this time.

She squirms as she starts to lift herself up for the last time. The sweat practically pours off of her.

Her form must be a little off too, because the bar knocks against one of the middle rungs on the rack. She jerks back. A struggled croak comes out of her throat, and you can see her face screwed up in the mirror, with the tiniest bit of black eyeliner running down one side of her face. You're just about to grab the bar and push it up the rest of the way, but you barely have the time to make the move when she huffs and practically jumps up the rest of the way.

The bar lands on the rack safely, but Yeri's knees buckle and she starts to collapse forward. Thankfully with how close you are, you're able to catch her almost immediately, and avoid smacking your head on the bar too.

Her skin, even through her sweat, is practically hot enough to burn your hands. You help her lay down on her back and grab her water bottle, opening it and holding it ready.

Despite your concern, you're feeling extremely turned on. Her beautiful chest rises and falls rapidly. Her whole body absolutely shines. And on her face, closed eyes and a satisfied smile.

You put the water bottle to her lips and tilt so just a little trickles into her mouth. "Stay hydrated," you say simply. Yeri complies and gulps down the stream of water.

When you take away the half empty bottle, Yeri groans and uses her arm to roll herself onto her stomach. "Fuck me already."

That's a request you're happy to fulfill. You position yourself over her and spread her ass apart with your thumbs. Your dick is still covered in lube from earlier, and she's pretty slippery right now too…

A pleased hum from Yeri is the last encouragement you need, and you slide into her ass much more easily than you would have expected. Yeri's moan is muffled by the floor.

"So I keep going, eh?"

"Mmmfffmm."

You lift her pelvis up a bit so you can get a hand underneath and on her clit like before. You rub slowly, to match the slow thrusting into her ass. She doesn't move at all, but her moans keep coming. Much like earlier, her pussy is absolutely drenching your hand, so you assume you're doing something right.

Now that you're in full contact with her body, you can feel her heat again. It's hot enough to be uncomfortable, but considering what you just convinced her to do, you don't think your comfort is worth stopping for.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

Yeri lifts her head enough to respond coherently. "My legs fucking hurt."

You chuckle. "Yeah, sorry about that. You just looked so good doing that. Do you need some time to cool do--"

"Don't you dare get off of me."

"Woah! Noted. Nice."

Yeri rests her head on her arms. "The burn is worth it."

"Good to hear. I enjoyed it too."

"Oh? You didn't do much though. After this," she takes an extra deep breath. Whether it's because of something you did or her exhaustion you're not sure. "After this, you can do an actual workout you know. I think it's only fair if you take a turn, right?"

Ummm… is it fair?

Literally only even putting this in because this part was starting to get too long and I need to try to keep them short for my own sanity LOL *dies inside*. So the deadline for Part 6 will be Jan. 4th at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 6: 1. (Picked:) Of course! You’ve been looking forward to your chance this whole time. You’ll happily get your lift on! Save you a trip to your gym! 2. Sure, if you have to. But maybe it’s something you can discuss when you’re not in the middle of this? 3. You don’t want to work out. That wasn’t exactly what you had planned when you came in, but you’re not going to say that now. 4. No way. You’re here to fuck Yeri. If you’re going to work out, you’ll do it on your own time!

~~~~~

In the time it takes you to pull almost all of the way out and slide all the way back in, you’ve made a decision. “Yeah, fuck it. Maybe you can give me a solid tip or two. I could probably use the exercise anyway.”

“I don’t know. Feels like you’re fine to me, but I’m happy to help if I can.”

“Aw, how flattering. And to think I considered saying no.”

Yeri fidgets a little bit. “That would have been okay. Either way, I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing now.”

“That’s good. Because I don’t want to.”

“But don’t forget. It’s okay if I don’t cum.”

“You know, that’s alright. I’m just going to make this as pleasurable for you as I can while I have you underneath me. Let’s not worry about the orgasm right now.”

Yeri holds her head up long enough to look at you in the mirror and say, “Oh my, you caught on. Thank you. But about the orgasm… I do like the idea of your cum in my ass.”

You’re not going to bother arguing against that. If that’s what she wants, you’re happy to provide.

You give Yeri’s ass a few more long, slow, languid thrusts. All the while, you keep a steady pace on her clit.

For as tired as she must be, Yeri doesn’t leave all of the work to you. She grinds her hips in tiny circles and clenches down on her pelvis. She must be doing some kind of exercise for that too, because you know for a fact both Eunha and Yerin have never been able to do that quite as effectively as Yeri is now (though you do feel a sense of deja vu and the name Seungyeon briefly pops into your head). You have to pause each time she does it, and you’re not sure if you’re annoyed by it or if it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced.

At the end of an extra long stroke, Yeri reaches behind herself and lays her wrist on the back of your neck, pulling you down so your mouth is next to her ear. You take it as a hint, so you nibble and kiss around the outer edge.

Yeri giggles in a low tone. Her fingers stretch their way into your hair and lightly scratch back and forth.

The sensual tone of the moment overtakes your sensibilities for just a second. Just long enough for you to back up and drive in with one powerful thrust. You hear Yeri’s breath catch in her mouth and you bite down where her shoulder meets her neck, just above and behind her collarbone.

It wasn’t your intention to bite especially hard, but you were a little caught up. Yeri’s caught breath turns into the very first bit of a scream before it catches once again. Her fingers spasm on the back of your head, and every other part of her body that’s in contact with yours tenses up.

You also don’t intend to stop. You don’t quite pound into her the same way, but you do move faster than you were moving before. You change your angle to be more vertical, and you manage to get a couple of fingers around Yeri’s clit.

“Oh god,” Yeri manages to say.

Her ass clenches down on your cock painfully hard. Her whole body freezes up, and the hand on your head feels like it’s stuck. You’re just able to keep thrusting. It seems that’s exactly what you needed to do, too.

Yeri screams out incoherently. You’re a little thankful that she’s facing away from you and into the floor, because you feel like you might have lost your eardrums otherwise. Even as it is, your ears hurt.

Her hand falls away and pats the floor. Her voice is much weaker now. “I came… I came,” she mutters.

You cock an eyebrow up. It wasn’t as hard to make that happen as you were led to believe, especially for anal sex. Fully hilted in, you grind your hips around. “That was easy.”

“Shut uuup,” her voice sounds hoarse. You look to the side to make sure the water didn’t get knocked over at any point, because you get the feeling she’ll need it. “It doesn’t usually happen… like that.”

“What do you think was different?”

“I don’t know… the clit stuff maybe?”

“You don’t get your clit played with often?”

“No, I… I said shut up! Can you… let me up?”

You hold back a laugh and do as she asks. Untangling yourself is slightly difficult with her dead weight on your arm, but you help out by pulling her over onto her back and handing her the water bottle.

Looking down at your hand now that it’s free, you see it’s completely soaked. You must not have noticed how wet she was getting with all of the heat and being distracted by the intense fucking. And right where she was just lying down, there’s practically a lake. You’re not sure where her sweat ends and where her sexual fluid begins (but you have a pretty good idea).

Yeri drags herself up into a sitting position against the squatting rack and finishes off the rest of the water. “Well now my legs and my ass are going to be sore for days. Good thing I’m only MCing stuff I can sit down for.”

“Are you going to be okay with that? After that scream, your voice is a little bit…”

“Yeah, I’ll just tell them I’ve got a little cold. They’ll buy anything.”

The two of you smirk at each other.

“God damn though, that was good. Is it weird to say thanks for that?”

You chuckle. “Nah. And you’re welcome. Will you need more water?”

“I’m dehydrated as fuck now, so yes. But there’s a vending machine right down the hall. But this was enough to hold me over for a minute. What are you looking to do?”

Yeri gestures around the room. There’s quite a bit of equipment you could try out.

This will be another short vote period! Voting will close on 1/6 at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 7: 1. The bench is free. That’s pretty basic stuff, and probably where you’re most confident in showing off. 2. She’s got a leg press machine so you can destroy your legs like Yeri just did. Actually that would have been very convenient earlier… 3. (Picked:) Try your hand (and the rest of your body) at pilates! You don’t know what to do, but you’re sure to get a laugh! 4. You lied! You’re out of here! HA!

~~~~~

You point up at the pilates setup and Yeri laughs.

"Yeah! This will be great! You're totally the graceful type."

You're not sure if that's sarcasm you detect in her voice, but you shrug it off. Her laugh is what you wanted to hear and you're already successful in that.

"Oh of course," you say with a very false confidence, "You know they call me the pilates master? Because they do."

You step over and lift yourself onto the device. You grab a hold of it the same way Yeri did before. At least, you’re close. You're not exactly sure.

Very carefully, you step your way up the bars and find yourself horizontal. Then you go further and completely lose your sense of direction, though you think you might be upside down. The blood rushes to your ears but you still hear the sound of Yeri giggling across the room.

“You weren’t kidding. That’s a super advanced move.”

“Yup. I invented it,” you say, pretending to be sure of yourself despite the disorientation, “I call this move the Reverse Crab with Lion Splash. It’s really good for your kneecaps.”

Looking up, or down, or sideways, one of those directions, you see an upside down Yeri covering her mouth to attempt to hold in her snickering.

You complete your sort-of backflip, so that you’re facing the padded table below you, your knees caught on the middle bar. You can feel your hamstrings, back, and shoulders straining to keep from falling right then and there.

Yeri’s barely contained laughter bursts out. You didn’t think it was that funny, but she’s an odd person, so you’re not surprised. Until, that is, she says, “You’re just freeballing up there with those gymnastics huh?”

It hits you that the sight of your lubed up and mostly softened dick flopping around as you awkwardly twist your way around the bars probably is fairly humorous. And a bit embarrassing to match. You suddenly feel a little bit self-conscious. And yet, you manage one last retort, “Uh yeah. Haven’t you heard of penilates?”

Yeri snorts and pats the floor. “You’re funny, you know that? I like it. Get back down here and I’ll show you how to do some basics if you really want to do pilates.”

Well, as long as she claims you’re funny.

You maneuver yourself out of the bars and drop off the rack. “Alright coach! What do I do?”

“First, come over here and lay down on your stomach. Put your hands to the sides like you’re going to do a pushup, but like, right under your shoulders.”

The lightly padded floor makes the action relatively comfortable. Yeri rolls on her hips so that she’s able to put a hand on the small of your back. A strangely comfortable chill runs up your spine at the feeling.

“Now push yourself up with your arms, but make sure your legs stay attached to the floor.”

You easily follow her instructions.

“Good!” she says cheerfully. She lifts your chin up, putting more of a stretching sensation on your chest. “Make sure you’re looking straight forward. This is called a Swan. It’s not a big deal, but it helps you with stretching out your core.”

“Yeah, I feel that for sure. I was expecting something a little more intense.”

“Most people are. Pilates is pretty easy though. Mostly.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the hard stuff?”

“Calm it down! We’ll get there. Probably not today though.”

“Aw, why not?”

“Because I’d like to do this with you and I can barely feel my legs.”

“Wow, I’m that good of a fuck?”

Yeri runs her hand over your butt. “Yup. It was all you and your sexual prowess and had nothing to do with anything else that happened since we got here.”

The two of you share a chuckle.

“So how long do I hold this?”

“About now would be good. For you, I’d say… do that for about thirty seconds at a time. And three times of course.”

“What if I normally only do two sets?” you ask as you lay yourself back on the floor.

She lightly smacks your ass. “Hey! What did we agree on about not calling me a liar!”

“Oh, sorry. I would never call you out for lying.”

“That’s… pretty much right. Now, up up!”

Once in your second Swan, you have a thought. “Hey, old reference at this point, but I’ve got a question about what you were talking about in The Lounge.”

“Shoot.”

“I asked why the three of you don’t just have sex with each other, and Seulgi said it was about wanting different things and being uncomfortable with it. So uh, have you tried to bite them before?”

“Oh god. Yeah, I tried that once or twice. Real good reactions out of all four of them.”

“Four?”

“Yup. Well, five. All five of us have tried having sex with each other. Still do sometimes, if we’re feeling desperate.”

“But you’re not into it?”

“Basically. Seulgi is in mad love with Wendy but she’s scared to admit it. Wendy is obsessed with Joy, but Joy is trying to convince herself that she’s straight. Irene and Wendy are both only interested in soft, nice sex, but they both want to be penetrated and can’t seem to get their act together with a double ended dildo. Seulgi wants to be a domme, but ever since Wendy was nearly murdered, she has to go easy on her hips. I’m totally into being dommed, but Seulgi is a wimp and when I talk back to her she gets all nervous and shit.”

You assume thirty seconds have passed, so you lower yourself to the floor again. You knew you would get some kind of explanation when you asked, but you weren’t expecting so much information. You think you may have already forgotten some of it.

Yeri keeps rambling, “Irene used to fuck Seulgi all the time, but during their sub unit promotions they got really busy with each other and I think they just kind of lost the mood, you know? Plus, now that Seulgi wants to explore her rougher side, Irene’s just not into it. Joy used to be the perfect fuck buddy for everybody because she was so good at accommodating everyone and enjoying it. Oh actually, she even did the pet play thing with me once! No clue what we were thinking though. I tried to be a puppy, but then I made a joke about Haetnim and that totally shut the whole thing down. And I’m pretty sure that it isn’t a healthy thing for Wendy, because of how hard she’s crushing for a quote unquote straight girl. But yeah, that’s the point with Joy. She’s claiming that she’s totally straight and started dating Cheungae, but I don’t know how long that’s going to-- Oh no, stay on your stomach.”

You had started to roll over after finishing your third Swan, but Yeri holds you back by your shoulder. “Next I’ll have you do a T.”

“A T? Like the letter T?”

“Exactly.”

“Is it like this?” You stick your arms straight out to either side and point your feet straight down, keeping your face on the floor.

Yeri laughs. “Basically, yes, but now pick your head, chest, arms, and legs up as far as you can, looking forward. Hold that for five seconds, five times.”

This move in particular is actually a bit harder, as it sounds like the only part of you meant to stay on the floor is your stomach.

“Sorry by the way. I rant on like a gossipy bitch sometimes. Was that too much information?”

The voting deadline for Part 8 will be 1/13 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 8 [IMPORTANT]: 1. “Well, it was maybe a bit much.” You can’t blame her for oversharing, but it’s no big deal. She seemed extremely eager to bring all that up, after all. 2. (Picked:) “Nope! In fact, tell me more!” Should you know all of this? No. Do you want to know more? Absolutely yes. 3. “Yeah, you really shouldn’t say so much.” It was pretty rude of her to say all of that stuff about her members’ personal relationships. Your question was much simpler than that.

~~~~~

"Nope! In fact, tell me more!"

Yeri chuckles. "Just as long as you don't spill any of what I tell you, alright? We could both get in some real trouble."

That's how secrets always work, right? You can keep the secrets and the non-secrets separate and never tell anyone anything that would be a problem, right? Yeah, no problem.

Right?

"Well, I don't think Joy's relationship is going to last much longer. She is trying really hard, but the strain is going to get to her. And one of our members is absolutely going to fuck her soon and restore the balance."

You snort, forcing you to put your hands and legs down. "Restore the balance? What is this, an epic fantasy novel?"

"You know what I mean! She's the perfect fucker or fuck toy for every member, and in the past, she's loved that. She told us so herself. But we've been together for years, so we know when she's not alright. About a month after she started dating Cheungae, she said she couldn't have sex anymore. And it's just been downhill from there. They're fucking each other, but she has said more than once that she misses fucking other people too."

"The things people do for the sake of relationships."

"Yeah, it's cute, but…" Yeri grips your ass cheek as you come out of your last T. "You know how freeing it is to not be in one."

You sigh, thinking for a second about something SinB told you. "Yup… but hey, has Joy talked to this guy about an open relationship? Or like some other kind of arrangement? Just taking a wild guess here, but I'd imagine any guy would die for a threesome with Joy and you."

"I offered. I heard from Wheein that Cheungae's got a dick the size of the DMZ, so I'm all for giving that a spin. Joy rejected the idea though."

"Damn, why?"

"Well Cheungae isn't the problem. Joy is. I don't know if it's selfishness or if she is just trying way too hard to make a normal relationship work, but she doesn't want to share, herself or her man."

"That sucks. I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's okay. Like I said, I don't think it'll last much longer. And as far as I'm concerned, I've got myself a solid replacement!"

"I'm not a commodity!"

"Sure, ho, sure." Yeri giggles and slaps your butt.

You reach between her legs and push a couple of fingers into her pussy. "Sounds like you're trying to get me mad."

"Why would I do that? You… degenerate sack of shit who can't even fuck the right hole?"

Suddenly, you hear the sound of Yeri's phone going off. It's Wendy's voice. "Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!"

Yeri scowls. "Hurry up and pound my twat into the core of the planet."

You hold in a laugh and push Yeri onto her back and climb on top of her. Your sweat mixes with hers as you press your bodies together. She’s not burning hot like before, but she’s still pretty warm, and there’s certainly fire in her eyes as she pulls you to her lips--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!”

Yeri’s tongue invades your mouth forcefully. Your practiced cock finds its way into her with no trouble at all. There’s no hesitation from either one of you. She pulls you into her, and you--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzala-- Yeri! I’m calling you on the important line! Why aren’t you picking up?”

That doesn’t sound like a ringtone anymore. You pull away from Yeri’s kiss, but she suddenly sticks a finger against your cheek. “Don’t you dare stop. I don’t want to feel my legs.”

“Didn’t that already happen?” you ask, with no small amount of snark.

“Yeri? Are you still? Oh god. I’m sorry--” Static crackles through the speaker for a moment. “This must be really awkward for you.”

“Oh don’t mind me,” you say, “I’m just doing my job, apparently.” You back up just a bit and start thrusting hard and fast. Yeri’s breath gets pushed out of her with the force of the first one, but she quickly adjusts and matches your rhythm.

There’s a pause from Wendy. “O-okay. That’s good. I mean, wait! No! Yeri! Irene is on her way to pick you up to take you to the studio!”

“God- dammit- Wendy-” Yeri is having difficulty speaking, only managing to get a word or so out for each time you slam into her. “He’s so- fucking- good- Tell- her- to- wait!”

You could swear that you can hear Wendy blushing through the phone. “We can’t! You’ve got to record…”

“He doesn’t- care- about- spoilers!”

“I mean, I kind of do… How did the call start if we’re over here?”

“I had to install an app on her phone to automatically answer the call-- I mean, you’ve got to hurry and pack up! Irene is going to be there any second!”

Yeri whines in staccato, and is about to say something but is interrupted. And you’re suddenly forced to stop fucking her by a voice that chills your spine like being lost in a blizzard.

“Wendy’s right, Yeri. We’ve got to go.”

Looking to the side, you and Yeri both see Irene standing in the wide-open doorway. The lack of expression on her face is unnerving in a way you can’t accurately describe.

“Come on Irene, please! We can just record later! Just give us five more minutes!”

You feel like you could comment on the fact that Yeri sounds like she’s complaining to her mother to stay in bed, but Irene lifts her eyebrows a few millimeters and your motivation to make a joke is suddenly gone.

“Uuugh!” Yeri reluctantly, slowly, pushes you to the side.

Well, seems like that’s over with. But maybe you can convince Irene to let it not be over with… Or not. Hard to say.

The voting deadline for Part 9 will be 1/17 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 9: 1. Irene doesn’t scare you! Tell her you’re not done with Yeri yet! SM can wait for her! 2. Okay, Irene scares you. You should apologize and see yourself out of here. 3. (Picked:) Eh. No big deal. Yeri said that Irene is basically just the same as the other RV members.

~~~~~

You lean back against one of the vertical bars of the squat rack. The metal is very cold, making you flinch. But you play it cooler than the metal, propping your chin up on your wrist by putting your elbow on your knee.

“Hey Irene,” you say casually, as if you weren’t naked in front of one of the most powerful idols in the business, “How’s your morning so far?”

“It’s fine.” Irene is just as casual as you are. She seems more interested in watching as Yeri crawls around the gym on her arms, gathering clothes.

“So you have a new comeback soon, huh?”

Her eyes seem unfocused for a moment, as if she’d just spaced out.

“Oh. Yes,” she eventually says.

Irene’s not especially talkative, you surmise.

“Well, if the recording isn’t too urgent, you can hang out with us for a bit longer. I bet Yeri would be willing to share, assuming you were also wanting in on this situation.”

“Oooh, hey yeah. You want some Irene?” Yeri asks. A cheesy grin spreads across her face. “I got him all warmed up for you.”

Irene gestures softly at Yeri’s bra in the middle of the floor. Yeri rolls her eyes and reaches out for it.

“I appreciate the thought.”

You shrug and move to grab your own clothes. Putting them on feels gross considering the sweat and cum all over you. You resolve to take a shower as soon as you get home. “It was worth a shot.”

Yeri gets her sports bra back on and lets out a long sigh. “You sure though? My voice is a little fucked up right now. We could say I’m sick and that you’re just taking care of me like a good leader.”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

A woman of few words, this one.

With your legs fully functional, you’re able to finish dressing much quicker than Yeri, and approach Irene, giving her a standard bow. “Good to meet you, by the way. Sounds like you’ve already heard about me.”

“From Joy, yes.” Irene bows back to you. “Is it okay if I get your contact from Wendy?”

You blink in shock. That was easy enough. “Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me.”

Irene nods, expression still inscrutable. “Do you prefer calls or texts?”

“Either works for me.”

Yeri pops in. “He’s not actually a prostitute you know.”

For the first time, Irene makes a face you can decipher. It seems to be a bit of minor, subtle shock. “Oh, so this…” She points back and forth between you and Yeri. “Was for…”

You finish for her after she pauses. “The hell of it, yeah.”

“I paid you in salmon bagels,” Yeri says.

“Well that and a free pilates lesson, sure.”

The tiniest smile curls up the corners of Irene’s lips. “How fun.”

It gets silent again, besides the sounds of Yeri huffing as she works to get her pants back on.  You nod quietly, unsure of how to respond.

Thankfully, Irene looks you in the eye and motions for you to come closer, which you do. While Yeri is occupied with pulling her hoodie back over her head, Irene leans in close to you and whispers into your ear, so quietly it takes you a moment to process what she’s saying.

“I heard you earlier. Stay away from Joy.”

You back off again, a little struck by what sounded like a very calm threat.

“I’m parked downstairs Yeri. No more than five minutes, okay?”

“Oh come on, you tell me that now?!”

Without another word, Irene turns and walks back out the door. You’re still a little stunned, watching the back of her head, when she looks back over her shoulder and gives you a coy smile and a wink. Your head swims with questions.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the now-closed door, but you’re snapped out of it by a loud smack on the back of your jeans, just below your ass. Yeri’s next to you, keeping herself upright with her hand on the wall. “A little help here?”

You look down and see her legs are shaking like leaves. “Oh shit, yeah, I’ve got you.”

Scooping your arm under hers, you support as much of her weight as you can on your shoulder. It feels like she’s mostly able to stay on her feet on her own, but she definitely wobbles a bit.

“You going to be okay?” you ask once you’re in the hallway.

“Oh totally! I’ll be able to walk... mostly normally once we’ve reached the studio. But you know how it is. Squat until your legs give out and then immediately get ass-fucked to an unexpected orgasm, and that’ll give you a few minutes worth of trouble.”

“That’s not actually a sensation I’m familiar with.”

“Who knows? Maybe Seulgi will get her domme act together and then you will be!”

You’re not so sure how you feel about that.

“Hey by the way. Irene was asking about getting your number, right? Can I get it now? Faster than getting it from Wendy since she’ll probably be out all day.”

This will be the last vote for Yexercise! *Wipes away tears* The deadline for this vote will be 1/23 at 12:00 UTC, at which point we’ll be talking on the Discord server about what’s next! Options for Part 10: 1. (Picked:) Of course she can have your number right away! You had fun, she had fun, you should have more fun! 2. Don’t let this crazy have your contact info. In fact, you should let Wendy know to give her a fake number…

~~~~~

You don’t even need to say anything. You pull out your phone, open your contacts, and hand it to Yeri. She puts her info in and sends herself some random gibberish in a text.

“Awesome!” she says, slipping the phone back into your pocket expertly as you make your way down the hall together, “No requests for sleazy pictures though. Can’t have anything getting out if something happens to your phone. Or mine.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream-- well, I would dream of it. But I won’t ask.”

Yeri giggles. “Ah, hey. The water’s right there. Wanna stop for just a second?”

At the machine, Yeri swipes her key card just like she did at the door to the gym. It only contains what you recognize as the cheap water brands, unsweetened tea, some dried fruit snacks in plain packaging, and a variety of protein bars. There’s no indicator for payment anywhere though.

“Perks of the personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Perks of the personal, private gym,” Yeri says.

A couple of water bottles are pushed out at arm’s height. Yeri hands one to you, takes the other for herself, and you both gulp down about half before continuing.

“I’ve got to say, I was expecting this to be one of those expensive waters. Blessed by monks, imported from Egypt, shit like that.”

Yeri smirks. “You know what they say. SM water tastes like water. No reason to spend wastefully.”

She finishes her water off, and you get to the stairwell. You think that three flights of stairs might be a little difficult at the moment, but fortunately there’s an elevator nearby you hadn’t noticed when you were following Yeri up earlier.

As you’re gradually taken to the ground floor, Yeri nudges your side. “If I ever share something juicy with you by the way, I expect at least five words in response. None of that ‘LOL’ followed by silence stuff.”

You laugh. “What if I can’t think of anything to say?”

“You can just bullshit an answer. No biggie.”

“What if my life is threatened because I know your gossip?”

“Your life, huh?”

“Well, not specifically. I just assume Irene will break every bone in my body. I guess I can live through that, right?”

“God, she better not be doing that again.”

You stare at Yeri. “Doing that again?”

“Making people uneasy. Point is, don’t worry about her. She’s just got a… uh, an unusual way of communicating, we’ll say.”

“Something like that, sure.”

Yeri puts her free hand on your chest. “She’ll warm up to you, I promise. I’ll put in a good word for you! As long as you do me one more favor.”

Anything to get a good word in to Irene so you don’t end up murdered. “What’s that?”

“Just give me one more, real good kiss in front of her. Right up next to the car window!”

You wrap your arms around her waist and shift Yeri so she’s in front of you. “Like this?” you ask, and half-lift her to your height. The moment your lips touch, you feel the elevator jerk to a stop and the door opens.

“Maybe a bit more than that, but I like where your head’s at.”

“It could be between your legs,” you say, mimicking Yeri’s seductive tone from earlier at The Lounge.

“Don’t tempt me like that!”

All smiles, you help Yeri feebly get outside. You spot a car with dark windows, where you can barely see Irene’s silhouette inside. It also happens to be the only car on the street, and Yeri easily confirms that it’s the correct one.

Yeri is thankfully able to stand on her own once you get to the passenger side. You open the door for her, but before she gets in, you spin her to face you and dive in for a real kiss. She moans and her arms wrap up under your shirt instantly, so you respond by sliding one hand down the back of her yoga pants. It should be right where Irene can see your fingers outlined through the fabric.

Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a reaction from Irene. You wonder what it will take to crack her neutral act.

“Mmm, even more than that next time, okay?” Yeri pulls away from you and turns to get into the car.

“Of course. I might charge you one extra water bottle next time though.”

“Uh-oh. I’ll be sure to save up for it.”

You laugh together before she sits down. You lean over to pop your head in after her. “See you next time then. And good to finally meet you Irene!”

Irene looks up at you from the book she was reading. “Hm? Oh yes, a pleasure.”

Yeri catches your gaze again. You can see the moment of sudden, unbridled thrill in her eyes, so you wait for her to say…“No Irene! The pleasure was mine!”

Her hand shoots up, and you meet it for an excellent, but questionably deserved high-five. Irene sighs heavily.

You laugh and back up again. “Nice one, Yeri. See you later.”

“See ya, ho!” Yeri shouts before closing the door. As is the case with Yerin, you’re pretty sure you’re stuck with nicknames like that from now on.

You wave the car goodbye and turn back around to make your way back home. You could use a shower.

THE END

~~~~~

Post-story notes:

Hey everybody! Thank you again for joining me for one of these crazy vote stories. I’ve really appreciated the participation, and I think we’ll be getting even more next time!

We’ll be discussing the subject and characters for the next story on the Discord. Suggestions so far include (forgive me if the capitalization is incorrect on these)… Dreamcatcher, WJSN, Mamamoo, Momoland, CLC, Oh My Girl, Lovelyz, more Gfriend, and Fromis_9! But nothing’s set in stone yet! Fill out the form in #announcements if you have even more suggestions to add to the hat.

As for when the next story starts, I’m going to say probably the first week of February. As you may have seen me mention, I’ll be writing some shorts just to spill some of my creative juices. On top of that, I quit my day job! Because I’m starting school! So exciting and nerve wracking! Given how stupidly stressful my day job was, I’m hoping I should be able to pump out stories a little more frequently moving forward.

The storyline unlocks from Yexercise are going to look pretty obvious: [Yeri - Workout buddy] [Yeri - Gossip girl]

And just like with Movie Night, here are some fun facts about unpicked options! At least one of you read these last time, and made a very astute observation about Sowon, so you’ll be getting your wish for that fairly soon.

Part 1. Picking Wendy or Seulgi would have (obviously) resulted in a different name for the story altogether! The names I had in mind weren’t finalized, but the top contenders were “Snow Day” for Wendy and “Dom-Flavored Pringles” for Seulgi.

Part 3. Yeri had two animals in mind for the pet-play: She could have been a cat or a cow. The option to be a puppy would have also been there, but she would have been skeptical about it given her history trying that with Joy.

Part 4. At first, I wasn’t planning on there being any anal in Part 6, but because the vote for Part 4 was SO close, I went back and changed my plans, just so y’all could get what you wanted. :P

Part 5. Again, just mentioning how close the vote was. I was very interested to see that for most of the voting period, the options to keep Yeri working out and to stop and just talk to her were neck and neck. I’m still feeling out what the best balance is between fluff and smut, and you guys are surprisingly wholesome!

Part 7. If you had chosen the leg workout, you’d have been too exhausted to help Yeri out of the gym, resulting in Irene rescheduling the recording session. She’d have stayed to hang out, and that would have blocked off the [Yeri - Gossip girl] storyline (which does have some smaller impact on the relationship with Irene moving forward as well, btw).

[one-sad-human]

•Pinky Promises• Steven Adler

Pairing: Steven Adler x Reader, Axl Rose x Sibling! Reader

Requested? Yup! By an anon

Theme: Angst(?) to fluff

Warnings: Language, sexual references but nothing explicit

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Fic 1 of 2! Hope you enjoy! Also, the makeout near the end gets sorta hot and it was pretty fun to write? Like I’m considering exploring into writing smutter pieces. I didn’t want to originally because I thought I’d cringe all the way through and hate the result but I might try it out in the near future. Nothing too crazy but it’s something for me to think about.

     You step off of the large bus, your combat boots hitting the ground as you adjust the bag slung over your shoulder. It's stuffed to the brim with whatever you threw in, you're surprised the zipper did burst.

     You take a deep breath of the LA air. It's hot and humid and despite the thick air pollution, you can breath easier than you did in Indiana.

     You grew up in Lafayette, Indiana with your older half-brother William. You were raised in the hellish house with your shared father, which you finally managed to escape.

     William left right at eighteen. He tried taking you with him, but you didn't want him to be charged with kidnapping and have the cops on his ass. Now, two years and your father's stolen wallet later, you're finally in the city of dreams.

     "Will!" You yell out, spotting your redheaded other half.

     "Y/N!" He mocks, catching your figure in a crushing hug. He's taller than you, so you have to stand on your tippy toes during the embrace. "Thank God you're alright."

     "I'm fine, I'm happy to finally see you again," you say, a huge grin on your face. "How's the band? Everything going well?"

     "Well enough," he says with a shrug, grabbing your heavy bag and slinging it around his shoulder. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the guys. You already know Izzy of course, but the rest of them."

     The walk to the 'hell house' as Will had called it is filled with catching up. He made sure to keep in contact with you, but the phone calls were always short. It felt nice to have a full length conversation in person with your brother again.

     "Welcome home," Will says, leading you into the house. You grimace when you catch a whiff of stale beer and weed.

     "You seriously live here? This place should be condemned," you say with disgust.

     "And then where would we live?" The oh-so familiar voice of Will's best friend meets your ears. You whip around and fly into his arms.

     "Jeffery! I missed you so much! You really should've tried calling, you ass!" You exclaim. Izzy rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, patting your back during the hug.

     "Who's this?" Another man enters the living room— if that's what it should even be called. He's blonde, taller than you but shorter than the other two men in the room. He has kind eyes and the smile he has on his handsome face leaves you speechless.

     "U-uh, hi. I'm Y/N," you say after a moment of shameless gawking. If he noticed, he doesn't mention it.

     "Oh that's right! Axl talks a lot about you! I'm Steven," he says and bounds up to you, catching your hand in a shake. You don't question who the hell 'Axl' is, but you smile stupidly at him and bite your lip with a blush staining your face.

     "No," Will says, glaring at the cute blonde you've taking an immediate liking to. "Absolutely not."

     "William!" You squeak out, pinching his shoulder harsher. He yelps and swats your hand away. Will glares further at you as he ushers you up the creaky stairs to your room. "Nothing happened! And who the fuck is 'Axl'?"

     "I saw how you were looking at him! I'm not naive, Y/N. You were giving him the 'fuck me' eyes! And me, everyone calls me Axl here." You give him a look. "Except you, of course. You can call me Will."

     You don't give him another word as he leads you to your bedroom. He was the one who didn't have a roommate before, and he'd have to share with Slash now but he was determined to give you your privacy.

     "This is the only room with a working lock, use it. Especially when your changing! Three horny men in a house with one you isn't a good combo." You make a face and shake your head, but you can't really tell if he's being overprotective or if his band mates really are pigs.

     "Are you not including Izzy?"

     "Please, he's the only smart one besides me. He knows I'll rip him a new one." You laugh and give Will another hug.

     "I've really missed hanging out with you like this, and thank you for letting me stay here." He nods and rubs your back.

     "No problem, we have each other's backs, always." You nod and release your bother from the hug. "One rule though: no hooking up with the guys. One time thing or not, you don't know them like I do, I won't let you get hurt. So don't even try anything with Steven!"

     "Even if it's nothing sex?" Will levels you with a look that would make you sweat if you were anyone else. You sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine! I promise."

     "Pinky promise?" He asks, holding out his pinky finger. You shake your head but comply anyway, hooking your pinky on his.

     "Wow, bringing out the big guns, pinky promises," you tease.

     "Bitch," he mumbles. You gasp sarcastically.

     "Asshole!" You reply. William takes his leave with another slew of insults under his breath but none to be taken seriously and all with a smile. You shut your door after him and lay on your bed, content with how things are finally beginning to look up.

If you knew where you would be in just a few months of living with your brother and his band, you never would've agreed to the naive promise Will had forced on you. You think back to the day with a frown.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Steven asks, pecking your bare shoulder as he lays behind you on your bed. You both lay naked and damp with sweat, glowing from the moonlight streaming in the room.

"William," you say with a sigh.

"We just had sex and your thinking of your brother? Should I be worried about you?" Steven asks teasingly. You fight the smile growing on your face and lightly pinch the his arm tightly wrapped around you. He never fails to make you laugh.

"I just feel bad keeping this a secret from him." You turn around to be face to face with Steven. "It's been months of sneaking around. I'm always nervous we'll get caught together or I'll blurt it out to him."

"Then why don't we just tell him?"

"Do you want to die! Steven, honestly, do you have a death wish?"

"No, but—"

"Then we can't tell my brother we're together. He'll murder you, and then probably me one he finds out how long I've been lying to him," you say and move your head in the crook of Steven's neck.

"Then we can be together in the afterlife!" Steven folds his arms around you even tighter. "Seriously though, we can't lie to him forever. We've been together for six months already, surely he'll see how much we care about each other and not want to kill us."

"Yeah, maybe," you say halfheartedly and close your eyes, finally letting yourself fall asleep.

The next night, Guns has a gig at the Whiskey A-Go Go. The ritual goes like it has been, they play the gig, you wait for Will to get drunk, and you and Steven sneak out to the back of the club to make out and maybe get felt up a bit before returning like nothing happened.

It isn't different this time. Steven's hands leave your skin ablaze as he lets them wander down your sides and up your thighs. His lips don't leave yours, even as he squeezes your ass and you let out a moan. He grins on your mouth and presses his pelvis up to your stomach.

His mouth leaves yours to press feather light kisses to your cheek before trailing down your jaw and onto your neck, where he sucks nips at. You have to press a hand to your mouth to stay quiet.

"Don't leave marks," you remind him through batted breath.

"I won't," he reassures and silences you with a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before returning his attack on your neck.

You hear footsteps fast approaching, but as quickly as you hear them, Steven is ripped away from you. He's slammed into the brick wall next to you harshly and groans. You jump away and gasp.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" William asks, his voice lower than usual. His green eyes dark and downright scary.

"Will! Let him go, come on. Stop fucking around, you didn't have to slam him into a wall," you say, but your shaky voice falls on deaf ears as Will doesn't move. Your hands grasp at his arm and try to yank him away from Steven, but he's stronger and taller than you and doesn't budge, he just keeps his eyes focused on Steven.

"Nothing!" He squeaks out. Even in the dark, his kiss bruised lips and flushed red face is obvious.

"'Nothing?' That's why you were ten seconds away from fucking Y/N?" Will asks.

"William stop it! You're scaring me! Leave him alone!" You push him again and this time, he relents. Will paces and runs his hand through his red locks while you rush to make sure Steven is ok.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Steven mutters and presses a kiss to your brow to comfort you, sending you a smile when he pulls away. He keeps his hands on your arms and rubs circles with his thumbs.

"How long has this been going on?" Will asks, crossing his arms as he finally stops his pacing.

"Six months..." Steven says nervously. William scoffs and shakes his head. "But it isn't just fucking around! I love them, Ax. Really."

You smile bashfully, biting your lip to try and contain it. You knew you felt strongly for Steven and that he returned the feelings, but you haven't outright said you loved each other— until know of course.

Will stays silent for a few beats, staring contemplative at Steven. He finally sighs, bring a hand up to rub his temples like he has a building headache.

"Yeah? And you love him, Y/N?" He asks. You nod, reaching out to grab Steven's hand. Steven lets a grin creep on to his face. "Then I guess I can't stop you. But if you ever break their heart, I'll fucking gut you, Adler."

If Will makes Steven nervous, he doesn't show it. He gives him a salute with his puppy dog like smile before sticking out his pinky.

"I promise I'll never hurt Y/N purposely, ever." Will rolls his eyes, the irony makes him nearly groan aloud. He sucks it up anyway when he sees your hopeful expression, hooking his pinky onto Steven's.

"Don't make me regret this, Steven," Will grumbles before leaving and walking back into the crowded club. Steven lets out an exhilarated laugh and kisses you, hard.

"Told you he wouldn't kill me!" Steven exclaims, making you laugh out of surprise.

"And we don't have to sneak around anymore!" Steven kisses you again, and again and again until you're breathless.

"I'm so in love with you," he mumbles between his attack on your lips. You smile, tangling your hands in his aqua-net filled hair.

"As I am with you."

[xbadgerbearx]

i guess they are pretty funky

word count: 1.5k

Can’t Sleep: [2] … [4]

Your team prepared themselves as you started your journey to your new destination. You and Abner were talking about random things as you walked.

"You really like the dots?" Abner timidly asked.

"Are you kidding? Of course! You're so colorful," you said quietly with a smile.

Abner smiled to himself before motioning to your outfit. "I like your uniform too, it suits you. It makes your eyes stand out."

"Thank you! Ya know, I always thought you had a really nice nose- whoa, Abner, are you doing alright?" You cut yourself as you faced Abner for the first time during this walking session. He had those glowing dots on his face again.

"Oh! Those?" He was nervously covering his face. "Don't worry about-" splat. Abner tripped over a rogue tree root and fell face first into the mud. As you went to help pick him up, Flag turned around.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Everyone turned around to look at you two, well, minus Cleo, but she was sitting on a fallen tree almost asleep.

"We're tired, Colonel. We need a rest," she whined.

"Goddamn hobbyists," muttered Chris.

Soria turned to Flag, "We cannot stop. We need to hurry if you're going to help my people."

"Hey," DuBois intervened. "We're not here to help your people. But she's right, we gotta keep moving."

"I carry friend?"

"It's okay, Nanaue," Cleo said before turning to Abner. "It's happening to his face again."

"It's nothing, I tripped," he brushed off.

"Hey," Peacemaker said as he shoved Abner back. "Norman Bates, if that shit's contagious, we need to know."

"It's not," Abner tried moving forward before he was pushed again.

"What is it?"

"What's your deal, Chris? Stop pushing people around before I turn into something you're really not gonna like. And what's up with the obscure references?" You were getting fed up with Chris' bullshit.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"I don't know, how about your dead father? The one that killed himself in front of you when you were a kid?"

"How do you-"

"You'd be surprised how much your mom loved recording all your childhood achievements. Your fifth birthday—ring a bell?" Peacemaker had an unreadable expression on his face as you got in his face and lowered your voice. "You wouldn't believe how much information you can get on your hands if you're able to disguise yourself as a high ranking employee in Belle Reve."

Before any of you could make the situation worse, Abner cleared the tension with a sigh.

"It's a... it's an interdimensional virus."

"Fuck is that?" Peacemaker asked after seemingly forgetting what just happened. You think he was trying to not think about it.

"My mother was a scientist at S.T.A.R Labs, and she was obsessed with turning me and my brother and sisters into superheroes."

"Oh, Abner," you softly said as you placed a hand on his arm. Peacemaker looked between the two of you with a hard expression.

"She infected me. Now, if I don't expel the dots twice a day..."

DuBois asked, "Then what?"

Abner made a face that was hard to read as he said, "They'll eat me alive." He then chuckled dryly as if he himself couldn't believe it.

"What happened to your brother and sisters?" Flag questioned.

"Some lived. Some... died."

Cleo, now standing, asked, "And your mom, where is she now?"

Abner looked to you before turning to his team.

"Almost everywhere."

Everyone just looked at Krill for a few moments.

"Okay," Flag turned around. "Let's move out."

"Come on, we must hurry, or we'll be late to meet my contact," Soria ushered.

Sooner or later, well, later, you made your way to this blockade where a driver in a large van was being investigated. During your trip Abner had to expel the dots, and although he was embarrassed about the situation, you and Cleo tried keeping his mind off it. The soldiers surrounded the van after a minute and started banging on the door. That was your cue.

Peacemaker started taking people out with a silenced pistol, Bloodsport shot with his arm crossbow, and King Shark ate a guy. The rest of the team moved from their hiding spots once the soldiers were dealt with. Success.

Bloodsport banged on the van's window before asking, "Are you Milton?"

The driver choked out a tearful "Si."

After Soria directed him to a nearby pull off spot, you started looking at the contents in the boxes that were pulled out.

"Milton will drive you through town and to La Gatita Amable. There are clothes in the boxes for all of you so you can blend in." Cleo started putting on a random pair of sunglasses as you pulled out a fedora. Soria continued, "That said, the walking tiburon is gonna have to stay out of sight."

"I wear disguise," Nanaue said.

"Ohhh," Cleo drawled. "You're going to wear a disguise?"

"Si."

"Hey, he's learnin' Spanish," Peacemaker said offhandedly.

"And what kind of disguise?"

"Fake mustache," he said smugly.

"Yeah," DuBois interrupted as he moved more boxes. "Fake mustache isn't gonna cut it, mate."

"Aww come on," you cooed. "What if he wears a hat?" The fedora you picked up earlier was now sitting on the King of the Ocean's head.

"You still look exactly like yourself."

"That's the worst fake mustache I've ever seen," Chris added.

"And if you had fooled us, we'd have to kill you, shark-shaped bloke with a mustache creepin' up on us like that."

"FUCK!" Nanaue yelled as he stomped off. You snickered before turning to Abner with some clothes in your hand.

"What do you think?"

"Hmm? Oh, those look nice, although I saw something in another box that I thought you might like. Let me go get it."

As he walked away towards another box, you dropped the clothes you were holding as your face softened. Someone saw something and thought of you? That hasn't happened for a very long time. You started sifting thoughtfully through a nearby box when he came back.

"Here," he showed you the clothes. "I hope you like it." It was sweet how anxious he was getting over this. He must not socialize often.

Taking the clothes from him, you observed the material. It was... actually really good. It was something you would've loved to wear if you weren't forced to wear that stupid prison outfit, and it looked like it'd fit.

"Abner, this is great! It's a lot better than what I was originally going with," you laughed. "Oh! Here, I saw these pants and thought it would match the shirt you picked up."

"Thank you," he said shyly.

"I'm gonna change over there. Stand watch, please?"

How could he say no to you? "Of course," he said while respectfully turning around. As he waited, Peacemaker appeared.

"(L/n) around?"

"Huh?" Abner said, startled from Chris's sudden presence. "Uh, yeah, they went over there to change into their disguise. I'm looking out for them."

"Oh, you're looking out for them? Well look out for this, Patrick Bateman," Peacemaker wasn't looking so peaceful as he leaned in towards Abner. Dropping his voice, he continued. "I don't know what you think is going on between you two, but leave it, you understand me? Why would The Mimic want to go for someone as lame as you? You throw polka dots at people?" Peacemaker scoffed before finishing, "Quit getting in my way, or else."

Stay away from you? There was no way he could do that. You were seemingly the only person who liked him, and now he would have to end that? Fuck that.

Abner, admittedly with a little less confidence than what he hoped for, challenged him. "Or else what?"

Gosh, three words and his heart was already pumping.

"Excuse me?" Chris raised a brow.

Luckily before anything could be done, you emerged oblivious from the jungle while dawning your new attire. Your uniform was neatly folded and tucked under your arm. Both men looked at you and... wow. Abner was speechless. Literally. For the second time within you knowing him, you made his breath hitch.

"You look stunning," Peacemaker quickly said before Abner had a chance. That wouldn't really matter since your response was quite the cockblocker.

"Thanks! Abner picked it out for me," you smiled. You even gave a twirl to show off the outfit to your teammates. Abner just looked at you with such affection in his eyes.

"Anyways, your turn," you ordered as you took Krill's watching place so he could change. Peacemaker tried making some move on you, but you were clueless. Instead, you went into Mission Mode™ and discussed some tactics and strategies you could implement. Sighing, Chris humored you and joined your planning. Not too long later, Abner walked out with his disguise on.

"I'm not sure about this," he said while standing awkwardly.

"You look like an idio-"

"You look great!" you voiced over Peacemaker. "I love those pants on you."

"Really?"

"Yeah," you laughed. "They're funky."

"I-" Krill let out a laugh of his own. "Yeah, I guess they are pretty funky."

"Alright, well, we've gotta get back to the van," you announced while walking away. Abner blindly followed you with a dumb little smile on his face while leaving Chris just standing there in disbelief.

[arrowflier]

I absolutely loved your last ficlet, the one inspired by Take Me to Church (well, I love EVERYTHING you write), so I'm here with a thought that maybe you can turn into something:

What if, for some reason, Mickey has to speak in Ukrainian (your pick why, maybe directions to tourists or a phone call with a distant relative) and Ian witnesses it and just goes: 😳🤯🤤🥵😍, followed by "can you do that again when we're in bed"?

Thank you anon! Disclaimer that I do not know Ukrainian, so if google led me astray I apologize.

That Foreign Tongue

They were out in the rig, on their way to a pickup, when Mickey got a call.

He fumbled in his pocket to pull out his phone, frowned at it in consternation as it blared.

“Who the fuck?” he mumbled to himself, then swiped to decline.

Ian looked over as he pulled to the curb outside their destination, curious.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Fuck if I know,” was all he got in answer. “Not a fuckin’ Chicago number, that’s for sure. Not New York, either,” he added before Ian can check. Mandy wasn’t great at staying in contact, but they knew to answer if it looked like it could be her.

Ian shrugged, and reached back to grab the cash bag from behind Mickey’s seat.

“Sure it wasn’t Mexico or something?” he prodded with a forced casualness, and Mickey rolled his eyes as he shoved open the door to get out.

He met Ian around the front of the ambulance, and promptly poked him in the chest, hard.

“What was that for?” Ian asked, wounded, and Mickey clicked his tongue.

“For still fuckin’ fishin’ about that,” he told his husband. “It’s been two fucking years, let it go already.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Ian huffed. “Sorry for wanting to know more about what you did down there that has people calling in the middle of the—”

“That was one time!” Mickey exclaimed, arms going wide. “One fucking time, and I told you what it was about! Roberto needed me to check on his damn kid, it had nothing to do with—”

“Well how was I supposed to know that,” Ian interrupted loudly, “when you were speaking a whole different language?”

“Oh, for the love of…” Mickey trailed off as he stormed away from Ian down the sidewalk.

He wasn’t really mad. They did this song and dance around once a month, still, ever since one of his old contacts had found him and called him up. It stuck in Ian’s craw that Mickey had had people down there, without him, even though, as he explained to him once, he was glad about it at the same time. They both knew it didn’t really matter—sometimes it just needed to come out.

Sure enough, Ian caught up with him after only a few strides, falling in beside him naturally. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but otherwise there was no indication of their brief argument.

Mickey gave him two minutes before he tried to smooth it over.

Ian didn’t last one.

“You know,” his husband started, reaching up to scratch at his jaw. “I’m just making sure none of those foreigners come up here and take what’s mine.”

Mickey snorted. “Yeah?” he prompted. “Think they’re coming for our jobs and our husbands, now?”

Ian’s lips lifted in a grin, their banter back on track the way they liked it.

“I mean,” he said, “I can’t really blame them.” He grabbed Mickey by the arm and brought them both to a stop right outside their drop, tugging him close enough for their boots to kick together on the pavement.

“A hot, red-blooded American man like yourself,” Ian murmured, getting his arms around Mickey’s waist. “You’re quite the catch, Mr. Gallagher.”

“Mmm,” Mickey hummed, leaning up to bring their faces closer. “That right, Mr. Milkovich?”

He was just about to follow it up with a good old-fashioned make-up kiss, when his phone blared again from his pocket.

“Damn it,” he hissed as he thumped his heels back down and dug it out again. This time, he answered it immediately.

“Whoever the fuck you are,” he shouted into it, “you’re interruptin’ something here.”

An unfamiliar voice came down the line, barely audible to Ian where he still stood close but with a clearly chastising tone, and the fight went out of Mickey in an instant.

“Prīvіt,” Mickey muttered, looking almost bashful, and Ian did a double-take. That wasn’t English, or Spanish…he had to try and listen in on a third language, now? When did Mickey even find the time to learn this shit?

Ian watched silently as Mickey listened to whoever was on the line. His husband had folded into himself, holding the phone to his ear with one hand and his elbow with the other, casting a quick glance up at Ian before turning his attention away again.

“Shcho novogo?” he asked into the phone, and then a brilliant smile crossed his face a moment later. “Dobre, dobre,” he said, then “vitayu”.

It sounded like the caller asked him a question, next, but Ian couldn’t hear what Mickey answered, his husband lowering his voice and turning his back. Ian tried not to let himself feel hurt at the sudden shut-out.

A moment later, the call was over with a quiet “do pobachenn'a”, and Mickey faced him again.

Ian wanted to ask, but he waited instead, hoping Mickey would explain. Thankfully, he did.

“So, uh,” he started off nervously. “That was my…like, my great-aunt or something?”

Ian could feel his eyebrows rising. “You have family you still talk to?” he asked, and Mickey shook his head immediately.

“Nah, not really,” he admitted. “But this one, she’s back in Ukraine still, guess she calls around sometimes to check on me and Mandy.” He looked down at the dark screen of his phone, lips twisted. “Been a couple years,” he added. “Didn’t think she had the new number, but uh. Guess one of my cousins just had a kid or somethin', so she wanted to catch up.”

Family was a touchy subject, Ian knew. So he went for the next obvious question instead.

“Ukraine? That mean you speak Ukrainian?”

Mickey just looked at him. “No, Ian,” he offered dryly, “I just thought I’d make some weird sounds and see if she could read my mind from across the fuckin’ ocean.” Ian didn’t respond, so he tacked on, “Yes, I speak Ukrainian. Sort of.” He rubbed his nose, looked away and back. “That gonna be a problem for you?”

It was a fair enough question. But this wasn’t like the Spanish, which was never really the problem anyway. It wasn’t a reminder of time they spent apart, or things he didn’t now. It was just Mickey. And Mickey's voice, and the way it rolled over those unfamiliar phrases so cleanly, so...attractively.

“Not at all,” Ian clarified quickly. Too quickly, maybe, because Mickey’s cautious look gave way to a slow smile.

“Oh, really?” Mickey said, apparently delighted. He grinned even wider when Ian felt his face flush. So his husband sounded hot in other languages, fucking sue him.

“Better watch out, man," Mickey warned. "I hear foreigners like me are out huntin’ down men like you nowadays.”

Ian cleared his throat, and closed the distance between them again. “And that’s a problem how?” he asked.

“Didn’t say it was, miy cholovik,” Mickey murmured lowly, raising a hand to grip at Ian’s hair once he was close enough. Ian’s breath caught at the soft look on his eyes that accompanied the foreign words.

“What does that mean?”

Mickey pressed their lips together once, twice, before pulling back just enough to answer.

“Nothing bad, moye sontse,” he breathed, and Ian shuddered.

“We have a job to do,” he reminded Mickey weakly, like he hadn’t been the one to start this. “You keep saying that weird shit, we’re gonna have to cancel all our pickups today.”

“You better make some calls then, miy kokhanets,” Mickey chuckled against his lips. “But first…”

He pushed Ian back into a convenient alley right next to their original destination, shoving until they hit the rough brick wall. Ian didn’t protest as Mickey started to tug at his camo jacket, getting the zipper down far enough to mouth at Ian’s neck.

“Ya tebe kokhayu, Ian” Mickey muttered against his skin, pressing tighter as Ian clutched at his back. “Let me show you how much.”

--

Hours later, at home, Ian asked Mickey what else his aunt had said.

"Oh, not much," Mickey answered, snuggling closer. "Wanted to see if we could catch a flight sometime, go visit the old country, that kind of thing."

"Is that something you'd want to do?" he prodded, and Mickey shrugged, shoulders moving against Ian's chest.

"I guess," he said, unconvincingly disinterested. "I'd have to teach you the language, though, none of my mom's folks speak English."

Ian's brain ground to a halt. If the day had been any indication, he wasn't sure he could survive language lessons with his husband.

But never let it be said that Ian Gallagher backed down from a challenge.

"Sure," he agreed, and he was sure of one thing when he felt Mickey smile against his neck--it was going to be the best worst decision of his life.

--

According to my admittedly poor research, Mickey basically says hi, what's up, good, congrats, goodbye, then calls Ian my husband, my sun, my lover and says I love you. It's most likely all horribly butchered because I only speak English and a tiny bit of German, if you know Ukrainian I would happily take correction.

[2jaeh]

INSUFFERABLE l  KIM DOYOUNG 

GENRE: mature theme, slight smut

WARNINGS: choking, dom themes, cursing

asshole! Doyoung , enemies to ???

Words : 4k 

You’re put in a group project with the most annoying pretentious jerk your law class had to offer. Immediately Doyoung tries to boss you around but you being you, you weren’t taking his shit...soon enough he finds out he can dominate you after all...in a very different way. 

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“Theres no fucking way...no fucking way” you groaned looking at your group project list, eyes narrowing on possibly the worst people within your course year. Slumping in your seat you half smiled at the girl who approached you, one of your fellow members from project hell. 

“Heyyy y/n I think we're in a group together” she grinned and took a seat next to you, flipping her red hair over her shoulder and checked herself out in her mirror covered cellphone. 

Dami was probably the most narcissistic person you'd ever met and being in law, it was definitely a common trait around here. Dami sat up and began tapping you on your shoulder frantically “He’s in our group! Kim Doyoung is in our group” the two of you watched as the dark haired man conversed with the lecturer, casually turning back to look at the table where you guys sat, in annoyance. 

“That guy is such a prick” a guy who slid in the desk behind you, Seungmin said and Dami nodded in agreeance as you all continued to watch him. 

“Ive never really spoken to him before” you cocked your head, “What’s so annoying about him?” 

This time another group member joined in, a quieter girl who normally sat in the back Jisoo, cleared her throat, “He is really bossy and only likes to do things his own way.”

‘Well he is about to meet his worst nightmare’ you thought knowing nothing pissed you off more than someone telling you what to do. 

The muffled conversations around you began to soften as you felt someone stand over you and drop a file on your desk. Looking up, you locked eyes with the one and only Kim Doyoung, dressed in his usual black slacks, black turtleneck and clear rimmed spectacles. He raised his eyebrow at you as if you were supposed to guess what he wanted.

“What ?” you challenged him, folding your arms across your chest and returned an eyebrow raise. 

Doyoung sighed in annoyance, his long slender fingers moved across the file and opened it swiftly, “I want you to do roll call” he said coldly. 

A lump formed in your throat. You felt like you were being talked down to, it was something that infuriated the hell out of you. He wasn't older than you, nor was he getting better grades than you but somehow he had a superiority complex. Dami quickly nudged you and you rolled your eyes, “Seungmin ?”

“Here!” 

“Jisoo ?” you placed a tick as you called out each name. 

“Dami, Jangjun…?” you looked around and noticed that the usually loud comedic relief in your classroom was nowhere to be seen. 

“I think Jangjun is late, i’ll text him” Seungmin sighed and pulled out his phone. You turned back to the roll call sheet and pursed your lips, “Kim Doyoung ?” 

Doyoung just looked down at you, sucking in his bottom lip and raised that damn eyebrow at you again. 

“You need to say ‘here’ do you not know how roll call works ?” you tested him and he rolled his eyes and sighed, “here.” 

You smiled to yourself, completely satisfied with pissing him off when your internal celebration was interrupted by an out of breath Jangjun, who threw his bag on the floor and took a seat on Dami’s desk. Doyoung looked at him disgustingly, and even though you too were obviously annoyed by Jangjun’s tardiness, was that reaction really necessary ?

“Be on time” Doyoung sneered and grabbed the roll call file making his way back to the lecturer. 

“Fuck Kim Doyoung is in this group ?” Jangjun groaned, sharing the sentiments of the entire meeting. You couldnt believe these were the people you had to work with for the week. It's like you could almost feel an outburst waiting to happen, whether it be from you or Kim Doyoung. 

Doyoung returned and took out his phone, not really looking at any of you as he spoke, “we should make a group chat to update each other on work”

The group hastily shared each other's details and Doyoung created the chat and pinned a set of three rules. 

The first was the group was strictly to be used for the project, no small talk or any other messages that weren't related to the project. The second rule was that no one talks about the group content in private chats as it will cause confusion among members. Lastly you weren't allowed to message after 9pm unless it was an emergency, a very serious emergency. 

“Dang is this the military ?” Jangjun snickered as Seungmin and Dami tried their best to hide their laughs. It was typical of people like Dami and Jangjun to not take anything seriously. Their families were well off and they were just studying just for a piece of paper you call a degree. Doyoung couldn't even hide his annoyance, not like he ever did but he seemed particularly pissed off today. 

“Look, just follow the rules and all of you get a free pass and then we never have to speak to each other again” Doyoung spat and made his way to the exit leaving the rest of you in utter shock. 

———

The first two days were utter hell as Doyoung tried to take control of almost every aspect of the project and frankly you didn't even mind because his business proposal was flawless, it was just the way he spoke to all of you that drove you insane. 

“Dami its not fucking rocket science all you need to do is make a clientele spreadsheet with the mock list the professor gave us” Doyoung didnt even lift his head from his laptop, unaware of the impact his words had on her. 

Dami pushed away from the desk and her eyes began to well up and before you knew it she was running out of the library, with Jisoo and Seungmin following quickly out of concern. 

“Nice move asshole” you rolled your eyes, continuing to work on your laptop. 

Doyoung peered up and pushed his spectacles up, “what was that?” 

“I said nice move asshole, do you intend to talk to your future clients like that?” He initiated a different kind of anger from you but you managed to keep your cool. Doyoung shrugged as if what he had said to Dami had not carried any weight and continued typing away. 

A few minutes of the members disappearance quickly turned to an hour and Doyoung’s nonchalance about the whole ordeal really ticked you off to the point of slamming your laptop closed and pushed back from the desk. 

Doyoung quirked his eyebrow at you, “Is something wrong ?” 

“Is something wrong” you mimicked him, “Jangjun hasn't come in today because you sent him on multiple errands, and you just made Dami cry over something so ridiculous”

Doyoung sat back in his seat and rubbed his temples, “They're all freeloaders, you and I are the only ones doing work, why do you care so much about them?” 

“Basic human fucking decency maybe?” you groaned and ran your fingers through your hair, “listen im not like them, i'm not gonna take shit from you”

“Sure”

“Youre a fucking asshole Kim Doyoung.” 

—-

You lay in bed and replayed that scene with Doyoung in your head multiple times. He was so unbothered by your antics nor did he care about anyone's feelings within the group. He was cold, heartless all he thought about was himself. His cold expression was practically engraved in your head, spending all these hours with him was really not your favourite pastime. 

Group 7 gc 7:00pm

KDY: I posted a schedule for tomorrow we will be working in pairs on the highlighted sections. 

You took a look at his document and groaned when you saw your name placed next to his. There was no way, no way in hell you want to work with him one on one. Not caring about breaking his rule, you pulled up a private chat with him and began expressing your concerns. 

y/n  x  KDY : 7:10pm 

Y/N: Hi, there's no fucking way in hell am I working with you. Change It. 

KDY: I said no private chats and no, I'm not changing it. 

Y/N: Wouldn't it be better for us to split and have the others actually DO work for once ?

KDY: I barely gave them room for error, we're going to be the most anyway and besides, I'd prefer someone who can handle...my personality. 

Y/N: …..so you agree..you are an asshole ?

KDY: I give people a reality check that's all..

Y/N: whatever makes you sleep at night...can I atleast choose our work venue because If I were stuck in a library again with you I might kill you. 

KDY: haha..

KDY: sure. 

Y/N: mango drop cafe, 10am. 

KDY: cool, see you then. 

‘Haha’. You had no idea why that text in particular riled you up. Did he find all of this amusing ? Was he making everyone's life a living hell because he enjoyed it ? You stared at his messages and somehow ended up on his profile picture. He was leaning against a railing dressed in all black with his hooded eyes concentrated on the camera lense, Your realization of how attractive he was came from the fact that you stared at the picture for a good 20 minutes. You wondered who took the picture, a girlfriend maybe ? You shook your head. He seemed too uptight to be getting laid. You sighed, closing your phone and awaited yet another day with the insufferable gorgeous man that was Kim Doyoung. 

You arrived quite early at the cafe but of course Doyoung was here before you, already typing away at his laptop, in his usual attire. You greeted the barista and placed an order for a chilled cafe latte before making your way over to him. 

“Hey” you said simply and took a seat opposite him in the booth. Doyoung’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice and made room for your books on the table.

“You're here early” 

“You're already picking a fight with me?” you said casually setting up your workspace. 

Doyoung chuckled under his breath and shook his head, “I just didn't expect you this early y/n it's not that serious.” 

You ignored his words and got straight to work, not in the mood to play his little game. You felt Doyoung look at you a few times. You weren't sure if it were to check if youre doing the right thing or he was just looking at you. 

“Well i'm done with my part” you stretched your arms above your head and yawned. 

“Yeah I'm pretty much done too, Do you want another cup of coffee ?” Doyoung offered pointing to your empty cup. You were taken back by his softer demeanor but quickly nodded, “uh yeah sure.” 

Doyoung returned carrying a tray of two fresh cups of coffee and a slice of cheesecake. Setting everything down he handed you the extra fork and placed the cheesecake in the middle of the table to make it easier to share. 

“H-how much do I owe you ?” You fumbled in your bag for your wallet. 

“It's okay, it's my treat” Doyoung replied, placing a piece of cheesecake in his mouth and slowly licking the fork clean. You gulped as his tongue darted out carefully licking the cream from the metal, not leaving any residue behind. You had no idea what the hell was going on but you felt hot, almost claustrophobic. 

“You're okay?” Doyoung asked innocently, unaware of what he was doing to you. 

“Why are you being...nice?” You questioned, knitting your eyebrows together as the man continued to act as if this was his usual behavior. 

Doyoung pursed his lips and placed the fork on the plate, “You want me to be mean to you?”

“No I just don't get-”

“I apologized to Dami and she told me she only overreacted because the guy she likes, Seungmin was there” Doyoung explained and removed his spectacles, “she was embarrassed to ask anyone for help, I paired them up for today.”

“Wait wha-”

“Also Jangjun works at the campus radio” Doyoung continued, “I had only found out the day we all met, I gave him tasks that will allow him more flexibility, that way he doesn't have to join group sessions often.” 

You blinked, unable to form any words in order to reply to Doyoung. Especially after he chuckled at your speechlessness, knowing you didn't bother getting his side of the story at first. 

“You were right y/n I dont have to be an asshole all the time, I just like to get my work done” He shrugged. You kept eye contact with him but somehow it felt as if he were still toying with you, waiting on your next reaction. He seemed like he played this game often, making sure he always had the upper hand. Doyoung seemed relaxed as he stared at you, taking another scoop of the cheesecake and slowly ran his tongue over his lips after his bite. What the fuck was he doing ? 

“Y/N ?” you heard a familiar voice come from the entrance of the cafe. Your attention diverted from Doyoung to the blonde haired boy who began approaching your table. 

“Jungwoo ? oh my God what are you doing here ?” You stood up and pulled him into a tight hug and pecked his cheek. Doyoung shifted awkwardly in his seat as he watched your exchange with the stranger. 

“I got off early from class about to go to Subway, are you still doing that group project thing?” Jungwoo looked over at your table and half smiled at Doyoung who tried to distract himself with his phone. 

“Uh yeah but i'm all done here I think, wanna hang out ?” you hooked arms with Jungwoo as he nodded enthusiastically. You turned around and scratched the back of your head, 

“So...uh”

“Were all done you can go, I have somewhere to be anyway” Doyoung smiled as you slowly began packing up your things. 

“Alright, see you tomorrow I guess” you bid your goodbye and headed out for lunch with Jungwoo. 

—-

You had just finished up your skincare routine and caught up with a few instagram posts when you noticed Doyoung had followed you. Sitting up in bed you scrolled through his feed curiously. Every post was aesthetically pleasing and he looked absolutely hot in every single one of them. He had to have a girlfriend right ? No guy posts pictures this good without women flooding his DMs. 

There was no harm in doing the same since he was in your class, you decided to return the follow and close the app. Suddenly your phone vibrated with a new message in your chats. 

Y/N X KDY  10:30pm

KDY: hey 

Y/N: aren't you breaking two of your rules right now ?

KDY: haha 

KDY: I didn't realize what time it was…

Y/N: ….anyways..is this about work at least ?

KDY: kinda… you left one of your books at the cafe. I have it with me. 

Y/N: oh… thank you.

KDY: no prob...oh I hope its not a problem I added you on ig

Y/N: no its okay we are friends I guess

KDY: haha I thought I was the insufferable asshole..

Y/N: you are...but not all the time. Look im sorry for saying shitty things about you. 

KDY: its all good. 

KDY: …….

Y/N: ..whats up?

You twirled your fingers as you watched the three dots from Doyoung pop up and disappear over and over again. What was taking him so long ? 

KDY: that guy….that you met at the cafe..is he your boyfriend ?

Y/N: Jungwoo ? no way we've been friends since high school.

KDY: oh..

Y/N:....why would you even ask that ?

KDY: curious. 

Y/N: curious about who I'm dating ??

KDY: A little. 

You frowned at your phone and noticed Doyoung had changed his profile picture to a selfie. The picture was..something alright. You bit down on your lip as you enlarged the picture, which showed a wet haired Doyoung with his head resting in his palm and his long index finger was placed between his plump lips. 

“Fuck y/n get yourself together” you gave yourself a pep talk before opening his chat back up again. 

Y/N X KDY  10.54PM

Y/N: fine if you can ask a question can I ask one..

KDY: go ahead 

Y/N: who do you keep thirst trapping for ?

KDY: ….haha thirst trapping ? 

Y/N: Yeah who do keep posting these hot pics for huh

KDY: …..

KDY: You think i'm hot ?

Fuck. Why did you word it that way. You groaned immediately regretting sending that message but something in you was so curious about him you decided to just risk it, what was the worst that could happen ? 

Y/N: well yeah, I mean I'm sure everyone thinks you're attractive, you seem to know it too. 

KDY: wow. 

KDY: I think you're hot too. 

What the hell was going on. You felt your face heat up and you placed your pillow in between your legs as you turned on your side. 

KDY: I was almost disappointed when I thought Jungwoo was your boyfriend, he's way too passive. 

Y/N: ...and what makes you think you know what kind of man I need ?

KDY: hmmm

KDY: first of, with that fucking attitude of yours..A dominate one. 

You swallowed hard as you felt a tingle in your stomach, squeezing your thighs together on the pillow to create more friction. 

Y/N: I could say the same for you. 

KDY: You may think youre dominate in many aspects...but when it comes to fucking..im the one in charge. 

God you hated how hot that sounded. He had you in the palm of his hand through text. You were a mess and he wasn't even the room to fuel it. You wanted him so fucking bad it was insane. 

Y/N: running your mouth doesn't equate to doing it you know...

KDY:.....

KDY: then would you like me to show you ?

Everything happened so damn fast. One minute you two were texting the next minute you were sharing your apartment location and Doyoung was on his way over. You scrambled to put on sexier underwear and do your hair, still in shock by the fact that Doyoung was on his way over to bang you. 

You jumped when you heard the doorbell and realized it was him. Opening the door you were greeted to a very different look of Doyoung. His hair was messy and reached his eyes. Instead of his usual black academic attire he wore a loose white vest that showed off his toned chest and arms, along with a pair of grey sweatpants. 

“Hi” Doyoung smirked, his eyes were dark as he scanned your figure. 

“Hi” you responded, leaning against the wall in the hallway and looked up at him. Doyoung slowly approached you, like a lion circling its prey. His slender fingers danced lightly along your body, drawing a line from your waist until he found your throat and wrapped his cold fingers around it. He bit down on his lip as he studied how perfectly his hand looked around it and squeezed gently, smirking after hearing a soft moan emit from you. 

“I want you to do as I say, any back chat from you will get you punished you got that ?” he brought his lips down to your neck and exhaled. 

You nodded in response but that wasn't good enough for Doyoung. You felt his squeeze on your throat once more and he used his hips to pin you against the wall, “use your words” he gritted his teeth. 

“Yes sir” you replied obediently, and felt him smile against your neck. 

“Good girl, and if i'm too rough let me know so I can stop okay ?” he replied, his voice changed and it was much sweeter and genuine than before. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek when you nodded and led you to the bed. 

Doyoung lay you on the bed, already stripping off his shirt and ordered you to undress yourself and rid him off his sweatpants. You bit down on your lip taking notice of how aroused he was when you palmed his member. 

Doyoung watched you through hooded eyes as you discarded his sweatpants and boxers. He softly patted your head and grabbed a tuft of your hair in order to make you look up at him. 

“Spit” he ordered, and held out his hand and you did as you were told. You watched as he lathered himself with it, moaning as he stroked himself. He was so damn sexy, biting down on lip and slowly pleased himself as you watched. 

“Do you want this inside you sweetheart ?” he cooed and placed a finger under chin. 

You nodded quickly, “Yes please” 

“What do you want me to do baby ?” He purred and hovered over you as you lay on the bed, breathing heavily as his fingers moved against your warm skin, tracing your curves, ghosting over your heat and returning back to your lips to insert a digit inside. 

Doyoung watched diligently as you sucked on his finger like the good girl he knew you were. He finally pulled his finger out and with one swift movement entered with his member before you could even respond to his question. You moaned as he quickly slammed his hips into yours, wasting no time in gaining a rhythm as you marked his back with scratch marks feeling as though you were on a high. 

Doyoung fucked you like a pro, wasting no time to switch positions and had you on all fours, slapping your ass before slamming into you again, that pretentious smirk forming on his face as he heard your whimpers asking him for more. 

“Are you ready to cum sweetheart ?” he asked, pulling you up as his strokes became slower and tugged on your ear with his teeth. 

“Y-yes yes i'm ready” you panted.

“What's the magic word ?” he growled as he grabbed your throat and slowed down his pace as you were nearing your climax. 

“Fuck youre so annoying PLEASE, please let me cum Doyoung fuck” 

Doyoung chuckled and picked up his pace until you finally climaxed and he followed shortly after, collapsing in the bed next to you. 

“You have such an attitude God” he rolled his eyes playfully, bringing the blanket over your bodies and grinned when you moved in to cuddle him. 

“I guess you will have to fix that some time” you yawned and wrapped your arm around his waist, “but I have to admit, maybe I do enjoy the insufferable Kim Doyoung bossing me around once in a while.”