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schrijverr · 3 years ago

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Walk of Shame

When Mike hurts his ankle, he finds out that Harvey cares more than he lets on, even if that means loosing his dignity by giving the kid a piggy back ride.

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Ships: None

Warnings: none, though tell me if I missed any

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Harvey looses his entire reputation on a Tuesday, the most innocuous day that should not have been so devastating. When he later tells Mike this, the other man will tell him he is being melodramatic over nothing, but Harvey still stands by his point.

They’ve just returned from a client meeting and Ray pulls away from the curb, leaving the two lawyers standing on the sidewalk, talking over the talk.

“He totally did it,” Mike says. “I mean did you see him when you asked about the records? He knew about them, he just thought they would never be found.”

“It doesn’t matter whether he did it or not,” Harvey replies. “What matters is if we can make sure the company survives without this turning into a scandal.”

Mike sighs and rolls his eyes, but refrains from making a comment. He knows Harvey is right, but he doesn’t have to like it. Their client was a bit of sleaze ball, only looking out for his own interest and screwing over his employees. Still, a client is a client. So, he just turns and follows after Harvey.

The slight delay betweenthem, ensures that it’s just Mike who is in the trajectory of the bike racing down the sidewalk. In the split second before it happens, Mike registers that the kid is probably a messenger, who has just been chewed out and needs his paycheck.

Then there is a crash.

In a flash he’s on the ground and in pain.

He groans loudly, blinking a few times. Slowly the world comes into focus and he sees Harvey’s concerned face above him. Another blink and he’s slightly more clear. “I’m good,” he says, throwing up a weak thumbs up.

Harvey chuckles and shakes his head, helping him into sitting position. Mike winces at the actionand Harvey asks: “Are you hurt?”

Mike takes stock of himself, he’s mostly fine, just his ankle. Now that he is aware of it, the throbbing is worse. He relays that to Harvey, who nods, before he turns his attention to the bike messenger.

The messenger is barely twenty, standing next to his bike, with a scuffed helmet and a threadbare backpack. He doesn’t look hurt, which Mike is glad for, but he also looks terrified under Harvey’s look.

“What the hell were you thinking?” the older lawyer hisses and the messenger withers.

“I- I’m so sorry, sir,” he stammers.

At that Mike’s caring instincts kick in. He knows he has been that kid and he’s fine enough that he doesn’t deserve Harvey’s wrath. “Come on, Harvey,” he says. “Drop it. It was an accident, just get his name and contact information so that we can reach him later if this turns out to be more serious than a bruise.”

“He shouldn’t be hitting passerby’s,” Harvey insist despite it.

“I’m sorry about him,” Mike tells the messenger. “Just write down your information. I’m sure you’re in a hurry for a reason, don’t worry about it.”

“A- are you sure?” the kid asks and Mike nods as Harvey says: “No,” making the messenger look between the two again.

“Watch out, Harvey,” Mike grins. “I’m starting to think you care.”

“I do not,” Harvey guffaws.

“Then let this go and help me get to an ice pack,” Mike says. “I’m sure Donna has one.”

After a moment, Harvey relents. “Okay.” He jabs a finger towards the messenger and threatens. “This is not the last time you’ll hear from me.”

The terrified kid nods and hurriedly scribbles down his information, before he gets the hell out of dodge.

As he does, Harvey addresses the crowd that has gathered around them. All people, who didn’t stick out one finger to help, but sure stayed for the potential show down. He can’t give Pearson Hardman a bad rep, but he can snap: “Show’s over. We’ll be fine.” He turns to Mike and holds out a hand as he asks: “Can you stand?”

“I think so,” Mike answers. “It’s my left ankle, but I’m a master hopper.”

“Alright, Bugs Bunny,” Harvey rolls his eyes and hauls Mike onto his feet.

“I’m taking that as a compliment,” Mike grunts as he tries to find his footing. There is a moment where he sways precariously, but Harvey slips and arm around his shoulder and keeps him upright as the moment passes.

Then they hobble into the entrance hall together. The security guard jumps up when he spots them and asks: “Are you two alright, sir?”

Mike smiles: “I’m fine, just a bit of a tumble,” as he hops along with Harvey’s help.

However, Harvey isn’t so blasé about it. “He got hit by a biker. We have camera’s outside, right?” The guard nods. “I want a tape of the accident on my desk by the end of the day.” The guard nods again.

“Harvey,” Mike says, “come on. Didn’t you see that kid? He was stressed and trying to do his job, you know how some assholes get about a message being late.”

“Being stressed is no reason to injure people,” Harvey insists as he punches the button for the elevator. “And I don’t get why you’re defending him. You took a hard hit. Wait, did you injure your head?”

“No, Harvey- Harvey, stop!” Mike says as Harvey starts to look over his head. “I’m defending him, because I’ve been him,” he tells Harvey once the man hasstopped.

“What?” Harvey quirks a brow, he knows the kid had a lot of odd jobs, but he hadn’t heard all of them.

“Yeah, I delivered messages for five years,” Mike shrugs. “I was pretty good. But some people are dicks, especially the corporate types. I got a thick skin because of it. Like, one time, this guy threatened to throw me out of a window because I was late and the only reason I was even late was because his sectary didn’t let me through.”

“Why wouldn't she let you through?” Harvey asks. He himself had worked in the mail room, which also wasn’t glamorous, he knew the types, but working in one place did have the benefit of getting recognized at some point.

“My clothes, which fair, but also I clearly had a package for her boss,” Mike explains, hopping into the elevator. “She wanted me to give it to her, but the same guy had ripped me to shreds a week earlier for not delivering his packages directly to him. Fucking suits.”

“You’re wearing a suit,” Harvey points out, mildly amused.

“That’s different,” Mike waves the comment away. “Anyway, why don’t these elevators have benches, they should fix that.”

“What?” Harvey is thrown by the sudden topic change for a second.

“Yeah, my ankle really hurts,” Mike says. “I wanna sit. I might sue the company that forced that kid to bike so hard. God damn.”

“I’ll help,” Harvey tells him darkly as he sees his associate wince, his face screwing up in pain. “Do you think you can make it to my office?”

“Maybe?” Mike grimaces. “The hopping isn’t really helping. I keep jostling it.”

Harvey loves his corner office, but right now he curses how far it is from the center where the elevators arrive.

And thus the decision that will ruin his reputation is made. He could force the kid to hobble the last leg of their journey, but he also remembers seeing Mike go down and the ice cold hand of concern that had wrapped around his heart. He remembers how scared he was when Mike didn’t immediately react to his name and the utter relief when the kid looked at him and his eyes seemed as bright as ever.

“Hop on then,” he offers, bending down a bit so that Mike can climb on more easily.

“Are you for real?” Mike asks, like he’s expecting Harvey to prank him with this.

“Yes, now, don’t make me regret it,” Harvey warnshim.

“Why?”

“Because if you jostle your ankle too much and you have to heal, or even worse, walk on crutches that will impact my work,” Harvey lies, pretty proud of the reasoning he came up with on the spot like that.

Mike’s eyebrows tell him he doesn’t believe Harvey for a second, but he also doesn’t refuse the piggy back ride that is offered to him. He clambers on and is lighter than Harvey expected, making a mental note to feed the kid more often as he adjusts the associate.

Right at that moment the elevator dings and Mike comments: “Did you plan that? Do you know the exact time the elevator needs? Were you counting? That’s so dramatic, Harvey.”

“Shut up, Mike,” Harvey grits out. The short distance between the elevator and his office isn’t particularly difficult with his extra baggage, however, Mike doesn’t know how to shut up and people are staring in shock as they pass.

They make quite a picture. Two men in nice suits, one giving the other a piggy back ride, while the other keeps on blabbering like it’s a normal occurrence.

Harvey is never going to live this down.

And, of course – because the whole universe is against him – Jessica and Louis are waiting for him at Donna’s desk. Donna, who looks bemused at her boss, even she couldn't have predicted this, but it doesn’t stop her from pulling out her phone and ensure there’s evidence that this happened. He will have to force her to delete that later.

“Harvey,” Jessica greets them, her amusement and confusion obvious in her face and tone.

“Jessica,” Harvey returns the greeting casually, just glad Louis is too in shock to react.

“Care to explain why you’re carrying around your associate like he’s five years old?” she asks and Harvey feels Mike shift on his back at the comment. The kid is probably embarrassed.

“Sorry,” Mike says, before Harvey can explain. “I was hit by a bike outside and hurt my ankle, we were going to get an ice pack. We assumed Donna had one, otherwise I would have gone to my cubicle.”

“I’ll get you one, right away,” Donna says, getting up. She loves getting all the gossip, but she also loves leaving Harvey to fend for himself in uncomfortable situations. The traitor.

“Thank you,” Mike calls after her, giving Harvey the opening to say: “I wanted to prevent having an associate on crutches and I’m looking into the kid that did this. But I’m assuming there’s a reason for this welcome committee.”

“Yes, but we’ll allow you to drop your load first,” Jessica says, holding open the door for them. “We wouldn’t want people to see you and think this is how we work at Pearson Hardman.”

Harvey can’t see, but he knows Mike is giving her a salute, so he rolls his eyes to match as he marches into his office. Getting Mike onto the couch proves to be another hurdle, but with Harvey squatting down and Mike hopping awkwardly and immediately collapsing onto the couch, they make it work.

He doesn’t turn to Jessica and Louis immediately, instead grabbing a pillow for Mike to rest his ankle on, which he puts on the coffee table. He also hands the kid a glass of water, before turning to his desk and sitting down, ignoring Jessica’s raised brows as he asks: “So, what can I do for you?”

“Louis is working with you on the case,” Jessica informs him, ruining Harvey’s day even more.

“What? No. Why?” he replies.

“Louis is the best at financial paperwork, you’re going to need his expertise on this case,” Jessica tells him.

“I already have Mike as an extra pair of eyes, I don’t need Louis,” Harvey protests.

“You’re telling me that you think your associate is better than me,” Louis immediately demands to know.

“Yes!” Harvey doesn’t even care that he’s admitting that with the kid nearby, he can stand to gain a bit more confidence anyway.

“Harvey,” Jessica warns. “Mike has other responsibilities and not the same level of experience.”

Seeing Louis’ gleeful eyes, Harvey finds himself already shaking his head. He points at Louis and says: “He is not dumping any work on Mike. I need him on this case and he is healing. He works for me, I tell him what to work on.”

“And I tell you,” Jessica points out.

“If Louis is working on this case, then so is Mike,” Harvey argues, daring Jessica to fighthim on this deal he’s offering her.

What he hasn’t expected was how her look changes. She leans back and crosses her arms, but she seems amused. “Well, well, I never thought I’d see the day. I mean, it was my plan, but that it would work so well…” she trails off, not ending her sentence.

All three men in the room are confused about the statement, but before Harvey can ask, Donna interrupts them with the ice pack.

Mike takes it gratefully and hisses when he places it on his foot. Harvey shakes his head and again ignore Jessica and Louis as he scolds Mike: “You need to take your shoe off, dumbass. It might swell and I’m not facing Rene’s wrath by having to cut off those shoes. I assure you, it will not be a mere flesh wound.”

At the words Mike blanches, yet has the mind to say: “Really? Monty Phyton?” before leaning forwards to untie his shoe.

Harvey beats him to it. “Yes, Monty Phyton, I wanted to go Kill Bill, but that would seem more cliché. Now stop being stupid, you shouldn’t be jostling your leg and let me see the bruise.” He rolls down a bit of Mike’s sock. “You might need to see a doctor for that.”

Mike makes a face, but doesn’t argue. So, Harvey drops it for now, mentally making a note to badger the associate about it later as he glances back to Jessica, who is smirking at him. He orders Donna: “Get Louis all the boxes about this case. He has a lot of reading to do before he can talk about it.”

Donna gets the message and leads Louis away, who calls back: “I’ll prove it. I’m better than your damn rookie.”

“Whatever you say, Louis,” Harvey yells back, finally getting the shoe and sock off, cringing slightly when he sees Mike wince.

The kid then asks Jessica: “Am I in trouble?”

“For Harvey’s antagonizing?” Jessica asks, then shakes her head. “No. I’m quite proud of him for it actually.”

That shocks both Mike and Harvey. Harvey asks: “Really?”

“Yes,” Jessica tells himand he can see by the smirk that he’s not going to enjoy her explanation. “I needed you to be more of a team player. I forced you to get an associate, so that you’d learn to care about more people than just Donna. Seeing your little display of protective caring, I’d say that worked out quite well.”

This time the shock of her statement leaves the two of them speechless. After a moment to process, Harvey splutters: “Wha- I- No- You’re crazy! I don’t care.”

Jessica just raises a brow and looks at his hand. He is still holding Mike’s shoe, the other on the kid’s leg in some sort of comfort. He knows the case is again him looks strong. Then he notes Mike’s face morphing to delight and he crows: “Ha! I was right, you totally do care.”

“Shut up, the grown ups are talking,” Harvey snaps and Mike pouts. Harvey hates that he knows the kid well enough to see he isn’t really offended, just playing at being upset. So, he just pushes his face away and says: “You’re still working on the case, if Louis tries to give you something else, you tell him where to shove it. You are also not moving from this spot.”

“I still have paperwork on my desk,” Mike protest, but he doesn’t look like he wants to move anything soon. “And you care.”

“And I can also not care and leave you here,” Harvey tells him. “Pick your next words wisely, puppy.”

Mike makes a zipping motion in front of his mouth and Harvey nods, satisfied. Then he turns back to Jessica and asks: “If we play nice with Louis, will you get of our case?”

“Of course,” Jessica says, walking away. She stops at the door and turns around: “Oh and Harvey? Call for a rolling chair or something next time. I won’t have my firm turn into a daycare.”

Harvey rolls his eyes, but only once her back is turned. He is then distracted by Mike poking him, again saying: “You care.”

“And Donna has a picture of you getting a ride, so be careful about how much you say, because I look manly, you look like a damsel,” Harvey warns. That ensure Mike makes the smart choice to shut up.

In the end Mike is on crutches for a week and Ray picks him up every day. He doesn’t say more about Harvey caring, but ensures that he finds the mistake in the paperwork before Louis does and seeing Harvey’s proud grin when he does, is conformation enough.

So, yeah, Harvey’s hardass reputation might be damaged, but he doesn’t care as much when Mike is back to running around excitedly.

Maybe caring isn’t too bad.

#RR writing #suits #suits fanfic #suits season 1 #suits tv show #suits tv #mike ross #harvey specter #jessica pearson #donna paulsen #louis litt #hurt mike ross #protective harvey specter

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cruelsister-moved2 · 2 years ago

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my mums friends who r a gay couple were here n it reminded me why im fem4masc only because they literally look the same its crazy😭i was like making tea for everyone and seriously struggling to give the right person the right tea because i could hardly tell the dif betweenthem-_- and we have known them for years and years and they didnt USED to look the same like theyve literally just slowly been turning into the same guy scream

#i have face blindness so badly for men but i swear they look like the same person #theyre so fun though #love gay ppl and we had a 2:1 ratio of gay to straight in the house #plus their kids #n one of their kids is obsessed with utah for some reason?#and kept saying he wants to live in utah #and we were ALL just like [gay despair] no you DONT #i need to be one half of a charming old married gay couple so bad grr #theyve got 12 chickens who all have very camp names #like lady tallulah #and madame chickpea #who the children named but their dad was like youc an tell theyve got gay dads cant you

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the-fibre-stuff · 3 years ago

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🧶 hello iys me....... with the möbius hat. please help me , can I fix it at all. I’m almost to the end of the hat . Also I tried to look up steeking but it was intimidatingly full of terms that I don’t know and also the way I’m planning to cut it vertical instead of horizontal. Just gonna put it under my sewing machine to make two parallel “hems’ up the hat and cut in betweenthem to untwist the hat. will that work. can I do this ?

(continued: 🧶 also. I did start on the decreases because I wanted to get as close as I could to the top before bracing myself to cut up my hat . But um. I could probably do my best to undo all my stitches if you think that would work better. But with the way I’m planning to cut my hat, do you think it’ll matter that much? (Cutting vertical meaning from the cast on row all the way up to where I’m knitting rn) . i am sorry but I refuse to frog this thing if I can do anything about it )

How you’re planning on steeking sounds good. My one concern is that I’m used to steeks being vertical (i.e. between columns of knitting), so I suspect that you might be missing something, and there’s a risk that it’s something important.

However, now that I think about it, I’m getting less certain that the cut & twist will work, for topographical reasons. (Basically, if you have to flip your knitting around, will that result in you having your cast on at the top? It seems like it would, but I can’t see how that would happen.) I’m going to talk to some mathematicians (or at least some more engineers) and get back to you.

I had been pretty sure that you needed to remove the decreases, but I’m a lot less certain about that now, and I won’t make a call until I get the topography of this sorted.

Can anyone weigh in on this?

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theighthhorcrux · 4 years ago

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Sloane’s absence was definitely felt right away. The gifts she left to the team were really sweet, and Kasie revealing she was talking to Sloane about what happened in the diner was really important. Vance and Kasie have such an understanding betweenthem, and seeing their relationship develop is the best. What’s also the best is every time Gibbs and Fornell have a conversation- the ‘Ciao, baby!’ was hilarious. Gibbs being cheerful was unnerving, to say the least. I want that corn truck to exist in real life- it sounds great. Also, the food truckers talking about ‘influencers’ and bloggers was very relevant and true- some of them have the most disgusting, entitled attitudes. I could tell Fornell wanting to leave would really affect Gibbs, and it affected me, too- I’m devastated. Kasie and Jimmy’s conversation made me want to cry- they’ve both been so affected by the coronavirus, their friendship is just so adorable, and the ‘Keep Going’ reference, especially since Kasie wasn’t there for it, hit hard. it was cool to see Bishop and Torres being hands-on, but what wasn’t cool was the mask inconsistency that this scene (and the whole episode) had. Gibbs encouraging Kasie to go see her mom was bittersweet, and the corrupt-cop hint was relevant. I was so, so scared when Fornell called Gibbs about Emily, and seeing them outside the center was torture. The last of the episode was a terrible blur, and I was frozen staring at the screen, and my hands are shaking as I type this because I never thought they would do it but they have.

#ncis #naval criminal investigative service #18x09 #winter chill

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borathae · 5 years ago

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Cani request a Drabble where reader is the 8th member and one of the boys (her bestie) is in love with her and snaps at her when she cuddles with another member.. ending with some smutty times 🥳

Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, f2l!AU, Idol!AU, 8th Member!AU

Warnings: Dom!Hoseok, sub!Reader, jealousy sex, wall sex, unprotected sex (stay safe guys), slight dom!Hoseok, dirty talk, name calling, marking, sex in Hoseok’s studio fuck yes

Worcount: 2.4k

a/n: I know this is a little long to be still considered a drabble, but I couldn’t help myself this whole scenario was just too hot to keep it short jsjsjs.🥵 I hope you enjoy it my dear anonie hehe ily 😏💜

Being in a band was great. Being in a world-famousband was even better. Being in BTS however was amazing. The energy and constantsupport from your fans made you wake up smiling each and every day. Themillions of voices singing back your songs brought goosebumps to your skinevery single time. The ability to spread your message and actually be heardfilled your heart with a sense of pride.

But the best part was definitely the friendship andconstant love you and your fellow band mates had for each other. You laughedtogether, you cried together, you ate together and even lived together for adecade now.

Wow time really flies by when you spend it with theright people.

However with friendship also comes hardship,especially when you are the only female member in a group full of men. Sexualtension was bound to occur, sneaky glances were exchanged whenever the restwasn’t looking, body contact was avoided when the long training nights made allof you vulnerable, you even once overheard Yoongi and Hoseok talking about thevery tight dress you had been wearing that day. There were enough nights whereyou had wished the sneaky glances one of the boys sent your way would turn intomore, but none of them ever did. Why would they, if making a move meant thepossible change of dynamics in the band.

So as Jimin cuddled up to you like he always does,nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and snaking his arms around yourbody, you didn’t think much of it. It’s not like he doesn’t practically do thisall the time if he wants something from you or the others.

“Go out with me tonight, let’s get wasted”,he pleads, pouting.

He has tried everything at this point. Threatening topost an embarrassing picture of you on Twitter, acting cute, even pretending toget mad at you. You still refused to come. So as his last resource he cuddledup against you, now basically sitting on your lap and whining like a littleboy. He is totally endearing you have to give him that, with his pouty lips andpuppy eyes. You nearly give in, if Hoseok hadn’t suddenly exploded in ragebeside you.

“Give me a damn break. Can you two stop being soannoying right now” he spits so angrily the whole room falls deadsilent.

Everyone was staring at Hoseok, unable to react.

“What’s your problem?” Jimin retorts,already having slipped off your lap and now standing in front of Hoseok withhis arms crossed in front of his chest.

“You are, what you are doing isunacceptable”, Hoseok growls, standing up as well.

He is hovering over Jimin, but this doesn’t stop thesmaller man from staring Hoseok down. They are grunting at each other like twoangry bulls, clenching their jaws and readying their fists. You know they wouldnever actually punch each other, but you still can’t help but get in betweenthem, putting a hand on each of their chests.

“Guys stop that, both of you”, youwarn.

“He started it”, Jimin growls.

“No, it’s you who stared it”, Hoseok throwsback.

“Quiet!” you send both of them a warningglare.

You turn to Hoseok.

“You need a damn break. Come with me”, youtell him, grabbing him by his wrist and pulling him out of the room.

You don’t stop walking until the two of you havereached his studio and had closed the doors behind you.

“What’s your problem? You normally adore Jimins cute antics, even when they are annoying sometimes. It’s his charm, you say so yourself”, you blurt out.

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, pouting like a littlechild. He looks embarrassed, a big change from the rage on his face justmoments ago.

“It’s nothing, I was just fed up with, with my,uhm. My lyrics! And I let out my anger on Jimin, sorry”, he dismisses you,avoiding eye contact.

“Your lyrics? Hoseok…”, you say his name sosoftly it makes him look at you with sparkling eyes, “you are my bestfriend I know when you are lying. So what’s really bothering you?“

Hoseok hesitates for a moment, pacing up and down infront of you with a finger resting on his chin. For a moment you have alreadygiven up on getting an answer out of him, until he lets out a loud sigh.

"Stop cuddling the other guys like you are together.It’s weird”, he says with furrowed brows.

“It’s weird?” you scoff a laugh, “theyare my friends, I like being touchy with my friends. You should understand out ofall the people, Mister-I-Am-Cuddling-With-Everyone."

“That’s totally different”, he insists, still pouting.

“How is that different? Or are you perhaps jealous thatI haven’t cuddled you today?”

Hoseok furrows his brows, pouting just all the more.He shakes his head, avoiding eye contact.

“Aww Hobi”, you chuckle fondly, “is my best friendactually jealous?” you tease.

He scoffs, it almost sounds angry. A weird feelingrises in your stomach when seeing him like that, all tensed up and shaking justlike he did with Jimin. He can’t actually be angry right now, can he?

You are in the midst of asking if he was mad at youwhen he suddenly breaks the distance between the two of you, taking two stepsbefore he hovers over you. He is so close now that you can smell his cologne.He grabs your face with both hands, making you look at him.

"Hobi what-?” you gasp, totally taken aback bythe whole situation.

“I don’t want to be like the others. I don’t wantto be your best friend. I want to be more to you”, he confesses.

The air gets stuck in your throat, your mouth fallsopen as your eyes look at him in utter shock. His pupils are blow out, hisbreathing is already heavy. A strand of his dark brown hair has fallen into hisface. His lips glisten in the warm lights of his studio. Have they always looksthat pretty?

“I want to slam my goddamn mouth on yours andkiss you breathless until you basically beg me to stop”, he confesses. Oneof his hands is on the back of your neck now, playing with your hair. Ittickles in ways you had never felt before. Almost good, so goddamn good itmakes you shiver.

You swallow. How many seconds have passed already?

“I want to push you against that goddamn wall andfuck you senseless until our legs have given up and our bodies are out oforgasms”, he growls deeply, tightening the grip on your hair and pullingslightly, eliciting a quiet whimper from you.

Your stomach tingles. This is affecting you in ways itshouldn’t. Your skin is burning in desire, your heart starts racing in yourchest as quick pants leave your parted lips. Your scalp aches in the best wayspossible. Has he always been that attractive before?

“Hoseok”, you breathe.

Your panties are soaked at this point and he hasn’teven as much as kissed you. This is embarrassing, which only makes you all themore turned on.

“Let me do exactly that”, it sounds like aquestion.

One you gladly answer by pulling him onto your lips.He groans, so do you, as you waste no time in kissing each other messily. Yournoses are squished on the other’s cheek, breathing is hard, your whole bodyfeels like it’s on fire. Hot, so hot. This is so hot, this is everything youhad fantasized about for years. Kissing Hoseok, feeling his hands travel overyour body. Your neck, your arms, your breasts, down your sides to yourass.

“Oh”, you break the kiss in a gasp when Hoseokgrabs as much of your ass as his big hands can hold.

“I’ve been masturbating to you for years Y/N. Godyou are the hottest woman I have ever met. Do you know that?” he groans, pushingyou up against the wall, just like he had promised he would.

Your knees buckle at his confession, your legs part inanswer. You are salivating at this point. He is so goddamn sexy it’sridiculous.

“This is so hot Hoseok”, you choke out,feeling all over his sculpted chest.

So broad, so firm, so hot. How were you able to resisthim for that long?

“I’m glad we agree on that”, he mumblesmindlessly, already too distracted by your neck as he dives down to kissit.

Your back arches off the wall, making your stomachbrush over his clothed erection. He hisses in response, digging his teeth intoyour pulse point.

“Hngn fuck, okay fuck”, you chucklebreathlessly. A firework of arousal explodes in your body at his action, thepain of his teeth mixing with ultimate pleasure whenever his tongue darts outto lick it okay.

“You think you are ready to fuck?” hewhispers into your ear.

“Y-yeah”, you roll your hips against nothingin hope of feeling him.

“Good because shit do I want to fuck thatpussy”, he pants.

He steps away from you for just a moment, giving thetwo of you enough time to pull your pants and underwear down. There is no timefor your shirts to come off before the two of you are in a heated kiss again,rubbing against each other like two horny teenagers all whilst hungry moansleave the both of you.

You didn’t even have enough time to look at his dickbefore he was pressed against you again. Is he big or small, maybe average? Doeshe lean a little to the left, to the right or doesn’t he lean at all?

“Fuck”, you groan simultaneously as heenters you, stretching you out inch by inch of his - so you had realised -girthy cock. God he feels massive inside of you, the best stretch you had everhad.

“This is better than I had imagined, god fuck”, Hoseokgroans, as he begins moving inside of you.

You can feel everything, every inch of his dick as itstretches you out, every touch of his hands as he massages your breasts, everysuck of his lips on your throat.

“You feel so good”, you moan, digging your nails intohis shoulders.

He grunts, raising his head to look at you instead.His eyes are dark, hooded, looking at you with so much desire it makes youshiver. His lips are swollen, red from kissing you everywhere, letting out thehottest moans you had ever heard. This is so hot, so sinful, so good damn addicting.

His tempo is ruthless at this point, drilling his dickinto your pussy with so much force it makes your head spin. You are holdingonto him for dear life, moaning so loudly you are sure everyone can hear you –despite the soundproof doors of his studio.

Hoseok is panting, watching you come undone on hiscock with a proud smirk on his devilishly handsome face.

“You like my cock? I know you do, just look at you”,he growls, grabbing your ass to angle you just right.

“Fuck me, christ”, you yelp at the sudden feeling ofhis dick gracing against your g-spot. You don’t even try to look at him at thispoint, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure.

“You’re so tight all of a sudden”, Hoseok pants,closing his own eyes at the feeling of you squeezing down on him, “Fuck Y/N youfeel so g-good.”

“I-I’m close”, you confess.

“Already?”

The judgment in his voice makes you whimper. Noddingyour head vigorously you tighten your leg around his waist swallowing himdeeper and deeper inside your pussy.

“I knew you were a slut for my cock. Hmm baby, are youa slut for my cock?” he chuckles deeply, snapping his hips into yours like arabbit in heat.

Your leg gives up on you, nearly making you fall overif Hoseok hadn’t picked you up in his arms mid-thrust. He presses his bodycloser to yours, growling deeply.

“Y-yeah holy shit yeah”, you sob, biting down on yourlower lip so hard you taste blood.

“Yes you are. The others can’t fuck you like that”, hegrunts before littering your neck with open-mouthed kisses, “the others can’tmake you feel like that”, he moans, pressing you up against the wall with hiswhole body weight, “the others can’t make you scream like that”, he growls,rolling his hips against you like he was born to do so, like his only purpose inlife is making you shake and tremble on his cock.

So close, the knot in your stomach is so close tobursting. Your breathing is ragged, you can hear your heart race in your ears,your pussy feels like she’s on fire.

“Jimin can’t fuck you like that”, Hoseok almost soundsangry when he says the other man’s name, sucking on your jawline roughly tomake sure he will leave marks. He wants everyone to see who made you feel likethat, who made you scream and cry like that.

That’s it. You are gone, it is over for you. Yourorgasm takes you so hard you feel like someone has punched you straight intoyour guts. You are shaking in Hoseoks arms, letting out wails so foreign to yourears that for a moment you don’t even know if they came from you or not. Youdon’t even realise when Hoseok cums, your own orgasm taking all of yourconcentration so you wouldn’t pass out on his dick.

Only when the shakes have stopped and you feel hissoft carpet between your toes, do you realise what just happened.

He is holding you, hugging you, inhaling the scent ofyour shampoo with closed eyes and a smile on his lips. Your face is nuzzledagainst his chest, your arms are having a death grip on his waist in order notto fall down. He smells so different. All of a sudden the familiar smell of hiscologne makes you blush and giggle.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asks softly, still not lettinggo of your body in fear of seeing regret in your eyes when you look at him.

“Mhm, more than okay”, you tighten your arms around him, sighing happily, “just sore and fucking spent.”

Hoseok giggles, kissing your cheek. You can feel the smile on his lips when he does so.

“Same here”, he breathes.

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Hey! can I request first love(childhood love?) hcs with RFA +Saeran (I think you did this one with Jihyun and Jumin?) if it's too much you can just do Yoosung and Jaehee (I your stuff btw keep up the good work!)

hello! I received a couple more asks similar to this, and I’ve actually answered them before (you can find them here), so I’ll just do Yoosung and Jaehee here ^^ hope you like it nontheless!

YOOSUNG:

* We’ve all met Yoosung as the bright, cheerful, shooting star of the RFA, the naive yet sweet bundle of joy everyone adores

* What fewer people know however, is the shy, innocent little child he once was, big doe eyes peering out beneath raven black tufts of hair, mostly seen hiding behind his mom’s skirt as he cocked his head curiously to glare at strangers

* This was the Yoosung MC had met back when they were both barely 5 years old, a shy little kid crying on the first day of kindergarden, his mother trying fruitlessly to push him away from the deathly tight grip he had on her leg.

* “No! I don’t wanna go mommy, don’t make me go!” Yoosung begged, hiding his face onto his mothers pants, wiping tears and snot onto his arm.

* MC had just been dropped off by their own parents, had been waving goodbye at them when they heard Yoosung cry, saw his fluffy locks and shaking shoulders as he clung to his mom.

* MC pouted. Something in his cries tugged at their heartstrings, an instinctual need to protect this boy with all their might.

* Without second thought, they marched towards Yoosung, much to their own parent’s confused stares from across the kindergarden’s yard, and tapped on Yoosung’s shaking shoulder, making him turn to face them with a pouty look, tears still pooling in their eyes.

* “Hi! I’m MC!” they greeted, flashing him their best bright smile. Yoosung’s frowned deepened at first, cautious of this strange kid suddenly approaching him. But MC didn’t give up.

* Before Yoosung could turn back around, MC gripped his shoulder, tugging him back and away from his mom. “Your mommy’s leg will hurt if you keep pulling!” they said, scolding him like their mom had scolded them many times before-even Yoosung’s mom couldn’t help but snort a laugh at that, the way MC had put their hands on their hips like an angry mom.

* Yoosung blinked owlishly, looking up to his mom. No matter what, he was never one for being mean, and thinking he might have caused his mom harm even by accident made his stomach churn.

* MC patted his back, letting their hand rest there as they smiled at him. “Wanna say bye to your mom and go play with me? I know how to make sand castles!” MC proudly exclaimed.

* Yoosung eyed them for a long moment, took in a sip of their bravery. With a shaky intake of breath he squared his shoulder, looked his mom straight in the eyes as he waved ‘bye bye’ to her, and without thinking, reached for MC’s hand, holding it tight as he let them tug him towards the kindergarden’s playground.

* True to their word, MC did make a great sand castle-and they let Yoosung decorate it whilst the two got to know each other, talking about everything and nothing, and before either of them knew it, they’d become inseparable, refusing to let go of each other’s hand even during nap times.

* Their moms ended up becoming close friends, the two staying over at each others’ house more often than not, staying up past their bedtime playing videogames until someone yelled at them to turn off the consoles and go to sleep, at which they’d sneakily giggle to each other.

* But as these things go, the years passed, and by the end of middle school, they each entered a different high school, and ended up drifting apart, it being a time before social media was such a big thin in kids’ lives.

* Yoosung never forgot about MC though-how could he? The first time he’d ever wanted to hold someone’s hand, the first time he felt such comfort hugging someone, falling asleep with their head on his shoulder-how could he ever forget his first love?

* And how could he not fall in love all over again when the very same MC stumbled into the RFA, saving him from the darkest time of his life? When they extended their hand to him once more, smiling at him the same gentle way they did all those years ago?

* Yoosung had been hooked on day one and he knew it-but he didn’t mind one bit. This was a ‘game over’ he’d gladly accept.

JAEHEE:

* They met before either of them was old enough to be aware of what they’d mean to each other.

* Their moms had happened to give birth on the same day, and the two not only shared the same birthday, but also the same hospital room, their mothers slowly becoming friends over the course of their short hospital stays.

* They both cooed over their adorable newborns, laughed about how the two would constantly whine and cry unless their cribs were near each other-it’s as if a magnet pulled the two together, and nothing could pull them apart.

* Trying to leave the hospital was a nightmare-Jaehee was crying up a storm, and so was MC, their eyes barely open, their vision still hazy and blurry yet their little hands reached over their mothers shoulders, trying to reach for one another-they videotaped the whole thing, finding it too cute for words.

* MC’s and Jaehee’s moms both promised to keep in touch, knowing it’s no coincidence that their children loved each other so much.

* So the two were practically raised together, took their first steps together, spoke each others name as their first word-they smiled at one another so dearly their parents had already started making wedding plans, jokingly calling each other ‘in-laws’.

* In daycare, the two were inseperable; in kindergarden a teacher tried to put the two in different classrooms, but found Jaehee simply came into their class nonchalantly, placing her books right next to MC as if she belonged there. When the teacher raised a brow and asked Jaehee why she wasn’t in the classroom next doors, Jaehee simply shrugged and said ‘I’ve already taken care of that’.

* As it turns out, she’d switched places with another kid and simply took her rightful spot besides MC and...that was that lmao

* No one dared seperate them after that, mindful of the consequences-and honestly, seeing how happy MC and Jaehee were together was too cute for words, their cheeks flushed pink and their smiled big and toothy whenever they looked at one another.

* Their birthdays were the biggest celebration, always becoming big joint birthday parties-they’d share a birthday cake, would write their names with frosting, helping one another decorate with edible sugary flowers and stars.

* Jaehee still remembers a time when they were maybe 4 or 5 years old; their parents had taken them to a cafe so the grown-ups could enjoy some down-time whilst the two played at the playground right besides them, but Jaehee and MC were more interested in watching the barista grind up coffee beans, two pairs of curious wide eyes watching as they steamed milk and created latte art, swirling hearts over white foam.

* “MC”, Jaehee said, her voice soft and breathy as she observed the barista in awe, “when we grow up, we’ll get married, and we’ll make our own cafe and do that” she said, pointing her finger to the cup of capuccino the barista held, not knowing the poor dude was biting back a giggle at Jaehee’s awed speech, “and we’ll make the best coffee, and make many cakes too!”

* Jaehee expectantly looked to MC, her eyes near damn sparkling, holding out her pinky for MC to link theirs with-the ultimate form of promise.

* MC cleared their throat, sagely nodding before linking their pinky with Jaehee. “Yeah”, they said, “yeah, let’s! And we’ll get married in the cafe too!”

* “Yeah!” Jaehee agreed.

* A few decades later found the two laying in bed, matching sets of engagement rings in their interlocked hands.

* “Do you remember that?” MC asked, snorting with laughter, “and look at us now-we’re getting married in our own freaking cafe-and Zen the musical actor’s our man of honor!”

* Jaehee rolled her eyes, squeezing MC’s hand in hers. “Yeah”, she said, “yeah, I remember.”

* How could she not? No matter how much time passed, no matter how much distance was put betweenthem over the years-the two had always been like magnets, since the day they were born. Pushing and pulling at one another, finding their way to each other time and time again. This time, forever.

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