#but I already know everyone here bc it's the restaurant my boyfriend serves at

[menlove]

starting my new job as a dishwasher tomorrow lmfao the american dream ✌️

[jungkxook]

—midnight getaway. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader 

⟶ genre: sprinkle of youtuber!wooyoung + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 6,488

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: a “romantic” getaway surrounded by your friends leads to an interesting night alone with wooyoung

⟶ warnings: pwp, wooyoung says baby a lot bc he’s in love, some teasing woo, exhibitionism, doggy style, sort of praise kink, ass play (fingering, fem!recieving), breast play/fondling, finger sucking, riding, unprotected sex, creampie 

⟶ note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a while and my first ateez fic no one come for me pls also this is dedicated to the lovely @kithtaehyung​ !! thank you for always encouraging me and my wooyoung antics!! 💛

p.s. this is shamelessly inspired by this wooyoung selfie!!

“Ugh. You obviously like her.”

The begrudging sigh comes from Yeosang, narrowly giving Wooyoung a heart attack when he realizes that you’re still within earshot. This wouldn’t have been so much of an issue had Yeosang not been so clearly talking about you to Wooyoung, though he barely has any time to recollect himself. Instead, sprawled out on the poolside of the villa the group had rented out for their week-long vacation in Jeju Island, Wooyoung firstly decides that he has no idea what Yeosang’s talking about.

“We’re just friends,” Wooyoung retorts.

“A friend you invite with you on a romantic getaway?” Yeosang asks with a wolfish grin.

Wooyoung shakes his head. He can still see you through the windows of the villa, now in the kitchen talking to Hongjoong. You’re all bright-eyed and glowing from the sun, in a swimsuit you had been putting to use just a few minutes ago when you took a dip in the pool. “Some romantic getaway, considering there’s seven idiots in the same house as us. Also thought this trip was meant to have no distractions.”

Which isn’t really a lie, because while their trip to Jeju was mostly for their YouTube channels, it was also meant to serve as a well-deserved break for the boys, and their leisure work of choice wasn’t exactly taxing and the majority of their trip so far has been spent simply enjoying themselves. Hongjoong had been so adamant too that there would be nothing to hinder them during their well deserved break. And of course you jumped at the offer to tag along when Wooyoung asked you, because you were his best friend but, moreover, his best supporter when it came to his passion and his videos.

“Yeah,” San hums nonchalantly from within the pool. He had been one of the few to jump in with you earlier, “but I don’t think friends flirt with each other on a daily basis.”

“Not to mention your video was all about her,” Jongho adds from beside Wooyoung. “I thought we were supposed to be promoting tourism in Jeju, not Y/N.”

That was a bit of an exaggeration. Sure, you had featured in a lot of the video Wooyoung had only just posted for his “Our Side of the Story” series he was doing (mostly daily vlogs, or aesthetic short films that you’ve always loved ━ much like the others, who have found a way to incorporate their love for music, dance, cooking, and everything in between in their vlogs), but you always made an appearance when you were so close with him. His viewers were used to it by this point, safe for the occasional questioning comments as to whether or not you two were dating. This video in particular saw you having the most fun in a while, frolicking the streets of the city, sprinting across the beach into the shallows of the ocean to try and splash Wooyoung with water; shaved ice shared between you and him and the way you snuck a bite of his when he was preoccupied, bike rides along the waterfront, and clambering along hiking trails so you could pose in a field of flowers that you had so desperately wanted to see.

Now, Wooyoung gives a roll of his eyes. “Funny. I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”

“Yeah, sure,” Yeosang sighs again. “When are you gonna tell her the truth?”

“The video already kind of did,” Jongho points out tauntingly. “If I was Y/N, I would have already realized.”

“Yeah━” San is beaming now as he clambers out of the pool, “but if you don’t want her, Woo, can I make a pass at her? Y’know, just to help take her off your hands━ Ow! What the hell?”

San jumps suddenly when Wooyoung chucks one of the pillows off of the lawn chair at his head.

“Keep your hands off her━” Wooyoung chastises. It’s meant mostly as a joke, but he worries when he recognizes a small part of him seems to care a little too much.

The others seem to find it funny at least, erupting into howling laughter that’s quick to fade when you wander back out to the pool and throw yourself next to Wooyoung.

“They’re definitely starting to catch on.”

Wooyoung lets out a weary sigh, though you’re starting to find it difficult to focus as he continues to kiss down your throat.

So, maybe if any of the boys walked in and saw the both of you in such a compromising position, they would be indescribably confused while also preparing to point an accusatory finger at Wooyoung for technically lying to them. But it isn’t really a lie, and certainly not one neither he nor you were keen on keeping for very long. It’s just that it seemed a whole lot easier to keep your newfound two month relationship with Wooyoung a secret for a small while.

It was mostly to give the both of you enough time to enjoy yourselves thoroughly without the prying eyes of your friends (who, while always supportive, are already passionately invested in your lifelong friendship with Wooyoung, pointing out his feelings for you even far before he could decipher them), their vlogging lifestyle, and their fans, while also waiting for the proper time to expose the truth. After the Jeju trip, you had both promised each other. But that plan was beginning to look more and more faulty as time passes.

What was supposed to be an innocent trip to Jeju with your friends turned into a tricky game in which Wooyoung had entirely different plans that consisted of you only. Specifically, how many times he can find you alone away from the boys to have his way with you. By now, night has since fallen and, after a short duration of time unwinding around a small bonfire in the backyard, the boys had all since retreated to their own rooms. You’re positive most are already long asleep and the ones that aren’t are beginning to nod off, exhausted after a long day and drowsy with liquor from the night of drinking. You’re fortunate Wooyoung at least first chose to find you alone in your room of the villa, but you still panic. Because Wooyoung should be sleeping in his shared room with Hongjoong down the hall from yours, yet here he was.

“My video today probably didn’t help,” Wooyoung adds. 

You hum in response. “I don’t know if sneaking into my room will help with that either.”

At this, Wooyoung grins wide. “It’s fine. Hongjoong’s passed out cold. You should hear his snores. Plus━” He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I couldn’t sleep without wondering how quickly you can cum.”

You nearly choke as you hear the words fall from Wooyoung’s mouth.

But it wasn’t his fault ━ he has needs too.

The first night of your trip called for a joyous celebration at a nearby restaurant that resulted in everyone being blissfully drunk by the time you returned to the villa. You had gotten so dressed up for the occasion that Wooyoung hated to see it go to waste, adorned in a pretty floral sundress ━ one that has always been his favourite (and, no, he promises that’s not solely because of how nice your boobs look in it, though that’s definitely a plus). If the boys could hear his thoughts now, they’d certainly pick him apart.

The house, however big and spacious it may be, is certainly not empty. Even just next door to your room is the shared room both Mingi and San are in. This is a fact you choose to remind your dear boyfriend of now. “The boys are sleeping.”

“Screw the guys,” Wooyoung groans into your neck. His strong arms slide around your middle from behind, pulling you into an all too familiar and warm embrace. He’s caught you just before you can shed your dress and slip into something more comfortable, all radiant and shimmering from a day out in the sun. You melt almost immediately against his chest as he nibbles on the skin just below your ear, on the corner of your jaw. He whispers ardently, “You look really pretty today. You always do, but especially today.”

A gentle smile spreads across your face. You instinctively reach out behind you to rest your hand on the nape of his neck, fingers tugging at the hair there. “I wore this dress just for you. I know it’s your favourite.”

“Yeah, because your tits look amazing in it,” he snickers. As if to emphasize this, he reaches down slyly to cup one of your breasts over the material of your dress, giving it a squeeze.

“Well, now you’re just trying to distract me into bed with you.”

“Is it working?” he asks hopefully, a smug grin on his face.

You snicker, fidgeting in his hold to face him and patting at his shoulder. “Maybe if we weren’t surrounded by a group of seven drunk men who could potentially hear and walk in on me sucking you off at any moment.”

But Wooyoung has already waited all day for the boys to leave you two alone. Waiting any longer may as well have felt like an eternity in a certain type of special hell that he wasn’t exactly keen on.

“And?” A sudden smirk stretches across his face. He leans in close to you, lips brushing faintly against your ear. “You didn’t have a problem letting me fuck you against the practice room mirror the other day.”

You swat lightly at his chest, scoffing suddenly. “Wooyoung!”

But he has a point. In all fairness, it had been his idea to take you against the practice room mirror when the boys had gone home and you were dropping off food to your poor boyfriend still working late at night. You certainly hadn’t complained then when he had you coming around his cock with the practice room door left unlocked. It’s such a Wooyoung thing to say too, being that he’s not often caught off guard, especially when he’s so blatant and confident about all things sex.

“Can’t you keep it in your pants for one night, Woo?”

“No, he’s in pain,” he pouts childishly. He bites playfully at the tip of your nose.

You sputter for air, dissolving into a fit of laughter. “You did not just call your dick a he━”

“Okay, I’m in pain,” he corrects. He starts kissing down and back up your neck. “It’s not my fault you look extra hot today. Besides, you looked like you were having so much fun today. Is it so wrong for me to want to keep pampering my beautiful girlfriend?”

“With your dick?”

“Yes, with my dick.”

You snort.

“And━” He drags out the word purposely, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “I don’t even want you to suck me off, by the way. All I want is to fuck you senseless right now.”

Oh.

His words send a nerve right down to your core. Your thighs instinctively press together at the thought.

All things considered, you’re not any better. There was no denying how devastatingly attractive your boyfriend always looked, but especially today. A well-deserved break and the Jeju sun did him well, with a beautiful tan starting to glow on his face, free of any make-up or cover-ups. The usual stress of city life and work doesn’t weigh heavy on his brows anymore, and though his hair has gotten longer, it’s a neat and pretty mess ━ a little unruly from the sun and chlorine, and from having taken it down from its half-ponytail, but pretty nonetheless ━ with the under half of it bleached blonde and the top half dyed black. Dressed in nothing but a casual old t-shirt and a pair of board shorts, he’s both wholesomely cute and yet sexy at the same time.

And, while you are surrounded by a group of rowdy boys, Wooyoung isn’t necessarily wrong. He always seems to have a knack for making anything romantic enough if he tries, attributed to his charming ways. A night of lovemaking (or whatever he has in mind) in your room with a beachside view is, all things considered, kind of romantic.

You purse your lips now. “Think they’re all asleep?”

“With how wasted they are? Absolutely,” Wooyoung says brightly. “I tripped over a shoe in our room and Hongjoong didn’t even move.”

It’s risky, sure, but the sudden yearning to be with Wooyoung was almost debilitating. There was no doubt you could both get away with having sex in a packed house, right? Either way, it doesn’t really seem to matter. You’ve already been persuaded, and Wooyoung knows.

He pulls you in for a kiss and you let him get carried away for a moment, reveling in the way he needily nips and sucks at your lower lip. Then, finding a second of clarity, you can be heard saying against his mouth breathlessly, “We’ll have to be quiet.”

“Mmm,” he hums distractedly. “So quiet.”

But that was like asking Wooyoung not to breathe. It’s this passing thought, and the way he pulls and tugs you over to sit on his lap as he sinks onto the edge of the bed in a desperate haste, that has you giggling. He leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down to the underside of your jaw and then along your throat.

You tug at the hair at the nape of his neck as you begin to rut your hips against his slowly. “You look really handsome today, baby. It’s nice seeing you so relaxed for once.”

His stare meets yours suddenly, all sparkling and awed. He grips your waist and presses you a little more firmly against his hips so you can feel his semi-hard dick against your inner thigh. “Ugh,” he sighs, “say that again and I’ll bust a nut right here and now.”

Another giggle meets his ears, but this time it’s a little less focused as it splinters off into a whimper the longer you continue to grind against him. You decide to humour him. “I saw your vlog. It was pretty.”

He audibly whines now, his heart threatening to burst through his chest. “Yeah? I worked hard on it.”

“Is that how you see me?” You think back to the video and how you looked, the soft music overlapping it all.

“Yeah,” he deadpans, “like that piece of washed up kelp you tried throwing at me today━”

“You’re so━”

“I’m joking. Of course that’s how I see you, but that’s only a fraction of what you look like to me. A camera doesn’t do you justice.”

“So you think I’m pretty?” You snicker.

“So pretty.” He kisses you again, this time a little more earnestly. He sighs dreamily against your lips, “No, actually. If my dick isn’t in you in the next minute, I’m gonna go insane.”

A delighted simper sounds from you. “Don’t even have to cum, just as long as you do━”

Your jaw drops open as you find an angle that has you pushing your clit against his clothed dick just right. But even though you had so innocently offered to only get him off, part of the fun was seeing how quickly and how many times he could make you cum before finishing himself off. You deserve it, after all.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he moans. He takes a moment to appreciate you in your current state. You, straddling his lap, eager hips moving against his with your brows pinched in concentration, the pretty material of your dress hiking up around your thighs. He reaches down, palms rough as they grip at the soft flesh of your thighs. “Look at you, already so needy for me. It’s so fucking sexy.”

Wooyoung fidgets beneath you. He burrows his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your throat.

“How do you want me first, princess?” he asks sweetly now, peppering kisses along your throat, tongue soothing the marks he’s left behind. “Want my fingers in you?”

“N-No━” You croak. “Just wanna feel your dick.”

Excitement prickles at the tips of his fingers as he massages circles against your hips. “In your mouth or in you?”

“In me,” You rasp. “Now. Please, Woo━”

He marvels for a moment at how he��s so stupidly in love with you and your pretty words despite them having such dirty implications, and he hastens to please you. A wolfish grin tugs at his lips as he smothers them against your mouth, but then the giddy sensation of finally getting to have his cock buried in your walls overcomes him. He murmurs into a wet kiss, “As much as I love this dress, let’s get it off of you.”

He hastens to help you shove the straps of your dress down your shoulders, then off your arms. Then, he watches as you stand up to shimmy your way out of it, the material pooling at your feet, exposing your figure and the fact that you’re not even wearing a bra. The swell of your breasts meets his eyes first, and you’ve barely just kicked your way out of your panties when he’s pulling you onto his lap again, warm mouth latching onto one of your breasts. His lips wrap around your nipple, teeth nibbling on the sensitive bud. He can’t seem to get enough, moving to bite and suck at the soft flesh all over, shifting from one to the other, then down the valley of your breasts. A moan falls from your lips, hands pulling harshly at his hair as you push him further into your chest.

“Wooyoung…” You whine. “We gotta be quick.”

Though he wants nothing more than to mark up your chest all over, he relents only when he remembers that the boys are nearby. “Okay, okay━ Here━”

He grabs at your waist, shifting you around until you’re on your back splayed out beneath him. Towering over you, he pushes the material of his shorts down, pulling his aching dick from the tight confinements. Your eyes fall to the way he fists himself hurriedly, tip all red and glistening with precum, and the one prominent vein bulging along his length. You bite at your lip, legs instinctively spreading wider for him.

“Are we really gonna do this?” he asks, excited. “With the guys here?”

“Think it’s too late to ask when we’re both already naked,” You giggle. You remind him again, this time a little weaker, “Just remember to be quiet.”

He hums in response. Then, he teases you by running the length of his hard dick against your slick folds, already dripping with slick arousal.

“God, baby,” he groans, “you’re so wet already.” He taps the tip of his cock against your pussy, the sudden jolt sending your head spinning. As he rubs himself on you, the sticky wetness glides along the prominent vein of his length and spreads messily out to the top of your inner thighs. “Did I do all this to you?”

“Woo, no teasing,” You chastize in a small whine. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling, and you hate having to resist all his teasing touches. “What if someone tries coming in?”

He flashes you a shit-eating grin. “Let them. If it’s Seonghwa, even better. I can finally get payback for when he purposely ate some girl out on my bed.”

You snort lazily, stifling your giggles. “Focus, baby.”

“I am focused,” he says smugly. He emphasizes this by pressing his dick a little harder against your folds, teasing the tip of it against your entrance. “With you spread out like this for me, all sexy━ Fuck, I’m so focused.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is that the thought alone of one of the boys walking in on the both of you is enough to excite him to no end. He can imagine it now, one of them wandering into the room while you’re writhing beneath Wooyoung, taking his dick so well, moaning nothing but his name. He yearns to feel you all at once, hurrying to please you.

Without warning, he pushes himself into you, cock stretching you wide in just the way you both like. Almost immediately, low gasps and groans sound from the both of you.

“Ah, f-fuck! Woo━” You smother your sudden cries with a hand clamping over your mouth.

“Shit, I know,” he sputters for air. His voice is heavy in your ear, a low grunt only for you to hear. “You feel so fucking good, baby━”

His head is swimming even just at the way your walls wrap around his tip so snug. He pushes himself into you the rest of the way, bottoming out with a sudden forceful and indulgent thrust when━

The headboard slams against the wall, exceptionally loud.

“Fuck, Wooyoung━ Woo━” You grip at his arms. “The bed.”

His eyes meet yours, stunned momentarily as you wait and listen. A minute passes, but the house continues to remain silent.

“It’s okay. Even if they do hear, it’s not as if they probably won’t know what we’re doing,” Wooyoung points out, matter-of-fact. “We haven’t exactly been very careful lately.”

“Still,” You insist. Your walls throb around his hard dick, desperate for some sort of movement. “It’ll give me some peace of mind.”

His heart swoons at your timidness, and though he has fun teasing you, he would never actually want to risk getting caught by one of the boys (however many close calls he’s already had with you) or, worse, upsetting you to the point of no return.

In the next moment, Wooyoung pulls out of you, then pushes back in again, this time less forceful. He swears he tries to be wary of the bed and of making too much noise but, much to both of your dismay, while the frame doesn’t bang against the wall too noticeably, the bed still creaks beneath you.

Wooyoung grits his teeth. He tries again, then one more time, and though your head lolls back at the sensation of him stretching you wide, you meet his gaze with your own apprehensive hazy one. Even Wooyoung’s patience is wearing thin when all he wants to do is tear you apart ━ that, and the slight creak of the bed is enough to start driving him insane.

“Fuck this,” his pace stutters to a halt, “let’s get on the floor. Can you get on your hands and knees for me, baby?”

“Good idea.” Your heart jolts in your chest from the excitement.

Within a matter of seconds, he’s parting from you, leaving you momentarily stunned at the loss of warmth. He helps you to your feet so that the both of you can sink to the floor on your knees. Before you can drop into all fours, Wooyoung stops you by reaching out for the blanket on the bed and tucking it underneath the both of you, but mostly to soften the ground underneath your knees. When he catches you surveying him with a fond gleam in your eyes, he quirks a brow.

“What? It’s just so you don’t get too uncomfortable,” he says sweetly, peppering a few kisses along your shoulder. “Is this good?”

“Amazing.” Your heart swells at all his gentle touches. You catch his lips on yours, faintly murmuring, “I love you. Like, so much.”

You can feel his grin against your mouth. “You know I love you too. And as much as I would also love to hear you go on about how I’m the most perfect boyfriend, I need to be in you right now.”

A pretty giggle meets his ears, and he marvels for a second how you’re so quick to oblige. Propping yourself up on your elbows, your ass juts out in his direction. You give it a little tempting wiggle, and he hurries to position himself behind you. With one hand on the small of your back, he guides you back down his length.

“Ah━ Fuuuck━” He moans. “Arch your back a little more for me, baby.”

You do as you’re told, leaning forward just enough on your elbows and sticking your hips back to meet his as he sinks balls deep into your core. Then, he’s crumbling apart, all breathy panting as he tries to focus.

“Shit, baby━”

“Mmm━”

“You’re so tight. So wet. I’m not gonna last,” he pouts, as if it’s a genuine disappointment. He watches as he pulls out of your heat just enough before shoving himself back in, his dick covered in a glistening sheen of your arousal. You’re so damn wet, he wonders how he hasn’t slipped from you yet. His hands grip and tug at your ass, spreading you to see the way your cunt pulsates and stretches around his dick. So perfect, almost as if you were made for him. “Tell me. Wanna hear how good you feel right now.”

“S-So good,” You mumble drunkenly. “God, you’re so good, Woo. Fuck━!”

His gaze droops down to your breasts, bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours. He reaches around and grabs at one of your boobs. The gentle shake of the soft flesh in his palms is always his favourite feeling, and he can’t help but squeeze at them now because, god, he really does love your tits. If he had all the time in the world, he would do anything to fuck himself between your boobs, and cum all over your chest ━ but that will have to wait for now.

“Ah━ Fuck━ Wish I could take my time with you right now,” he moans, planting sloppy kisses along your shoulder. “I can’t wait till we’re alone. Gonna take care of you so well, baby.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. He reaches down with his other hand, thumb pressing against the tight hole of your ass. The sensation alone is enough to have you nearly keeling over, a strangled cry of pleasure ripping from you. “Want you coming on my tongue so bad. Gonna fuck you against every surface too. You deserve it. You’re always so good to me, princess.”

“Only for you,” You whimper. If he wasn’t so pressed for time, the affirmation alone would have been more than enough to make him melt in your very hands. But his dick is still so hard, and your pussy is still so wet, all he can focus on is not slipping from your walls with every thrust of his hips. “Ah, Wooyoung! Y-You’re so━ So hard━”

You bite harshly at your lip when a loud moan threatens to spill from you. You bury your face in the blanket around you, clutching so tightly at the material. A part of Wooyoung finds it amusing, if only because, if the boys are awake and don’t hear your lewd moans, there’s no doubt they won’t be able to hear the sound of skin against skin as his hips slap against your ass.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he coaxes now. “Moan out loud for me.” When you shake your head, he snickers. “Want it harder? Will that help you?”

He gives an experimental roll of his hips, a little rougher than usual. It sends you teetering forward, a broken groan tumbling from you that’s left muffled by the blanket. He can hear you mumble wantonly, “Don’t be a tease.”

A cheshire-like grin spreads across his face. “Here━ Come sit on my dick. Wanna feel you so deep━”

His words make you moan softly, followed by the way he pulls out of you just quickly enough to sit back against the bed. He tugs you onto his lap and you follow suit, spreading your legs further apart as you sink onto his leaking dick. Down, down, down, until it almost feels as if he’s hitting your cervix, and suddenly you’re not so sure you’ll be able to keep it together any longer. That, mixed with the way he’s gazing at you, all hooded eyed and alluring, you’re very close to dissolving into a mess right in his very arms.

“Ah━ Ah━ Fuck, baby━” You grip at his shoulders as you adjust to the new feeling, hips squirming above his. “Wooyoung, please━”

But your words fall short. The desperate plea that hinges in your voice fades into nothing more than the urgent need to feel more of him, to have him absolutely wreck you, as you begin to rock your hips back and forth on his dick.

“Please what, baby?” he taunts lazily. But he knows what he’s doing, slyly beckoning you to make a mess, and moan for him.

His palms are warm as they slide up your sides, then around your back, hugging you close to his chest. He thrusts his hips up just once into you, sending you into a haste that has you lifting yourself up and then back down his cock. As you adopt a steady and reckless pace that has you bouncing on his length, he watches your every reaction. The way your face contorts at the sheer pleasure, brows pinched so hard in concentration, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Your hands reach out to thread through his long locks, pretty blonde tresses running through the seams of your fingers. You tug lightly at the root, earning a low groan from him.

“Fuck, Y/N━” His head rolls back against the mattress at your quick pace. “You’re so fucking sexy━ So desperate for my dick━ Ah━”

He moans suddenly, only this time it’s less muffled than before. Whether he does it the first time to tease you or simply because he had gotten carried away, you aren’t quite sure. Either way, it’s enough to startle you, even amongst the daze you’re in.

“Wooyoung━” Your voice is a small warning, but it lacks any severity when it splinters into a whine. “Not so loud.”

“They’re━ Ah, fuck━ sleeping━”

You meet his mischievous stare with your own heedful one. Your pace slows, if only just, and you’re certain this time that when he moans even louder, it’s entirely on purpose.

“Woo!” You clamp a hand softly over his mouth, smothering the tail end of his crude groan.

The grin that forms on his face beneath your hand is evident of his amusement of his toying with you but it turns sluggish quickly. The sight to see is hot enough, with the drowsy lopsided smirk poking out from underneath your hand as he watches you continue to ride him, now a measured gyrating against his own hips. When he realizes you’ve chosen to keep your hand over his mouth, he reaches up to grab a hold of your wrist, his large fingers splaying out and then up over your knuckles.

“Come on, baby. It’s okay. Let it out,” he hums. He kisses at your fingertips, tongue swiveling around to suck on your digits delicately. “Not even one tiny moan? Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

He can feel your thighs begin to shake around him and, judging by the crescendoing of whimpers tumbling from your mouth, he senses you’re close. Your free hand still grips at his hair, this time a little tighter as you try to anchor yourself in place to rock your hips a little faster. Wooyoung hisses delightfully at the feeling, a small lethargic chuckle rumbling from deep within his chest.

Rough hands grab at your waist now, shifting you around abruptly until you’re splayed out on the floor on your back with him hovering over you. His length stays wedged snugly in your walls, never once slipping, and as he settles against your chest, he lifts one of your legs up and over his shoulder. An animalistic growl slips from him at your pinched face, and the way your cunt starts to squeeze around him. With this angle that his hips pound into yours, his cock hits so deep into your core, pummeling against your cervix again and again.

“H-Harder━ Wooyoung━” You pant. “Please━ I’m gonna━”

Finally, a moan sounds from you. Loud and unabashed, a little broken and exhausted, but beautiful to Wooyoung’s ears nonetheless. In fact, it’s so sexy of a noise that it’s enough to nearly push him over the edge but he relents, if only just for a little longer.

“Ah, there’s my favourite sound,” he smirks. His tongue lavs at the underside of your jaw, and your hand finds itself tangled in his hair once more. “Gonna be a good girl and let the boys hear you now?”

You try with all your might to silence yourself, but the task proves more and more difficult. A few more slams of his hips into yours, and you’re crumbling apart right before his eyes.

“Fuck━ Wooyoung━”

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts into your ear. “Cum for me.”

As you come, the sudden gush of wetness around your core coats his length and he almost accidentally slips from your cunt. You’re clenched so tightly around him, Wooyoung feels as if he has to gasp for air to stay focused. His eyes still stay trained on you, watching as your face contorts as you writhe beneath him. But it’s your shameless moaning that sets him off, albeit still softer than usual but much louder than he was expecting from you with the boys so close by.

“Ah━ You’re so fucking hot━” he whines. “Gonna cum━”

Every thrust of his hips sends you bobbing up and down, and as you come down from your high the pleasurable feeling of his hard cock still burrowed in your sensitive walls has you whimpering softly. Your legs try to separate further, beckoning him for more.

“Cum in me, Youngie,” you beckon dazedly. “Wanna feel it so bad━”

“Oh, fuck━” he gasps. “Can I?”

“Y-Yes.”

“You’re so good to me, baby. Aren’t you?”

His pace quickens, hips snapping into yours urgently. One final shuddering thrust and he’s overwhelmed by his orgasm, cock pulsating within your aching walls as his cum fills you up. He has to bury his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans, listening to the sharp gasp for air you take when you feel his release.

He rides out his high in a few more leisure rolls of his hips, though he seems more concerned now with kissing your throat slowly. He gently unravels your leg from his shoulder, then slumps against you like the comfortable heavy weight that he is. His dick lays softening still buried within your walls, now leaking with his cum.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” You hear him sigh dreamily into your neck. “‘Cause you are.”

“Almost daily,” You concur with a giggle. Your own fingers smooth out his hair, fixing the messy strands, and he croons with delight. He leaves a trail of sweet kisses up along your throat, then your jaw, and then the corner of your mouth. Safe for the laboured breathing as you both try to calm your shrill hearts, you’re made aware so suddenly of just how quiet the room suddenly is. “There’s no way the guys slept through all of that.”

“I’m sure they did.” Wooyoung nibbles gingerly at your lip. “There’s nothing to worry about. Especially right now. I’m so tired. We can deal with the potential consequences later.”

You snort. “How did I know that’s exactly what you would say?”

You catch him smirking before he plants one last kiss on your lips. Somehow, he’s able to pry himself off of you long enough to slip into his shorts laying discarded on the floor before disappearing outside of the room into the darkened hallway. He returns moments later with a damp towel to help clean up the sticky mess between your legs, then tugs you back onto the bed with him.

“They’ll see you sneaking out of my room if you sleep here,” You point out through a yawn.

“I’ll get up before them,” he insists. “Just give me an hour with you, like this.”

You can’t resist the urge.

At the very least, you fall asleep first in his arms, his fingers playing with your hair. He must slip away from you at some point during the night, unraveling himself carefully from your sleeping figure to retreat to his own room. You’ll tell the boys eventually of your relationship with Wooyoung, you swear.

But for now, there, under the covers of the bed, you have all the time in the world to enjoy yourself with Wooyoung in pure, unadulterated silence.

In the morning when you wake up, you join your boyfriend with the rest of the boys downstairs in the kitchen for breakfast.

You’re the last to arrive, having wanted to take your time in the shower ━ a fact that Wooyoung laments, because he wanted nothing more than to shower with you to “save water” (which really just translates to more sex), but with only two bathrooms and nine people, the feat seemed impossible. Now, you sidle into the seat next to Wooyoung at the kitchen table, smiling down at him when his eyes flicker to you which seems to go unnoticed by the others.

“How was your night?” Yunho asks passively once you’ve settled into place. “Did you sleep well?”

You nod, as Wooyoung answers, “Best sleep of my life.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” This amused offhanded scoff comes from San under his breath. It causes Mingi to almost choke on his sip of orange juice as he snorts into the glass.

“What was that?” Wooyoung asks.

“Oh, nothing,” San says. The smirk on his face says otherwise. “Thought we heard some loud noises last night. It was weird.”

Then there’s Mingi, leaning across the table to catch your attention alone. He shoots you a more merciful look, though he still seems entertained nevertheless when he whispers to you, “You have something on your neck.”

Your hand instinctively clamps onto your throat, over the spot Mingi points to as you mentally curse yourself. While you had been so preoccupied the night before trying not to make any noise, you forgot to warn Wooyoung against leaving any noticeable marks on your body ━ a bad habit of his, and your fatal mistake for forgetting to check the morning after.

The others are fortunately not paying attention, already absorbed in their own conversations, but the horror of so clearly being found out by San and Mingi sends you into a frenzy. It even seems to alarm Wooyoung judging by the way he starts laughing nervously, though maybe that’s because your knee bashes against his under the table and sends him jumping in his seat.

Clearly, you have a lot of explaining to do. Eventually.

The last thing you hear San say before he and Mingi howl with laughter seems to make even the charmingly confident Wooyoung slightly frazzled, and leaves you all the more confused.

“Some romantic getaway, huh?” 

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My experience with white privilege (and how I found out it was real)

I was 20 years old and had been living in the Bronx for 4 years. I had a GED and seasonal/temp experience in both the restaurant and retail industries (3-4 months each.) So i only had about a year of experience working in retail and about 6 months or so working in restaurant. It seemed as though I was only capable of obtaining temporary jobs. It was frustrating because no matter how hard I worked at these jobs I just never seemed to be good enough to be hired permanently. Both times they simply told me that there were no permanent positions to be filled but my insecurities tell me I wasn't good enough.

When it came time to find a new job my boyfriend's mother referred me to Lisa Employment Agency at 247 West 35th Street New York, N.Y 10001. A job agency where you can only get restaurant jobs. She handed me my money and I was there at 8:45 am on 05/17/17.

When I came in, there was an area for people to wait. It was already filled for being nearly 9 :00 am and per usual I am the only caucasian in the room. Most of the people in the room were black and hispanic men. Some were half asleep, some of them were on their phone and some simply looked stressed. I saw an empty seat on the left side middle row at the end. Ahead there were a few desks. A Hispanic woman to the front left whos name is Sue and another Hispanic woman to the front right. In the back with the big desk there was a Hispanic man by the name of Rene Munoz.

Before my body even touched the seat I was called up by the big man himself (Rene.) I handed him the money and the resume I created myself. He looked at it and said "you don't have a lot of experience but that's ok because you're young." He made a phone call and I had a job interview set up for me to go to immediately. My position was "helper" at the juice bar at Pier 59 Studios. My starting wage was $15/Hr. This was BEFORE the minimum wage was set to $15/hr. If you don't know what Pier 59 Studios it is the LARGEST photography studio in the world. Name any fashion magazine! They've done shoots there. Now I am an obese pale white girl who wore their makeup like it was still 2010. Everyone there was GORGEOUS and the place was boujee as fuck. Even the damn secretary at the front desk was super model gorgeous. I felt out of place. Anyway, when Rene Munoz handed me the card he told me "bring more people like you, you know your kind....your friends."

He basically told me to bring more white people.

Prior to arriving my boyfriend's mother who was friends with sue (lady at the desk to the right who got my boyfriend the job at blake and Todd on 47th street) told me that sue told her that they were looking for more white people and that I would not have a problem getting a job because I'm white. My boyfriend's mother is hispanic as well as my boyfriend.

Since I was 14 I've been in and out of homes, cities, and towns where I was the only white girl. I was use to jokes like that. Like "oh don't worry you're white the cops won't pay you no mind" or the one time my friend said to her mom "don't worry mom she's white we won't get into any trouble." as a joke. I simply thought it was another one of those things.

I didn't actually think she was being deadass!!!

At the time I wasn't going to sit there and run my mouth about how racist that shit was. A bitch needed a job I didn't want to lose MY job opportunity by preaching. I shut my mouth and I went. [ Insert White Privilege Here]

At this agency you pay a fee and they give you three shots to try out different jobs. If i didn't like one they'd give me another.

My first day at Pier 59 studios was my training and I couldn't handle the pressure. There was so much perfection expected of you because you're serving drinks to people who worked in the fashion industry. There was talk about the famous people who came in and out of there, and there were perfect gorgeous people around me and i was a potato. Also apparently there was this very important french woman who worked in the industry having some brunch meeting. I wasn't about catering to people and celebrities in the fashion industry. I didn't show up the second day.

When I try to tell people this story, especially people from my race, they get so mad at me because they're the type of people who don't believe in "white privilege." They say the same thing as any other white person who doesn't get it. "I had a hard life, i was poor, i had no privileges, i had to work hard for everything I have. No that wasn't an example of white privilege it was an example of racism" That one was the most idiotic I've ever heard. But they fail to realize that there are employers out there that would literally take one look at you and one look at the black guy next to you and choose you simply because you're white. They don't understand that these men that were waiting in the waiting area were 10+ years older than me and obviously way more experienced! That they are waiting for jobs to accept them for an INTERVIEW because the employers working with the agency told them theyre not hiring black people and that they aren't hiring people who can't speak perfect english. I mean, it was heavily implied given the fact that only poc are sitting there and i walk out with a job interview in less than 20 minutes and was straight up told to my face to bring more people like me . They overlook the part where I tell them that Rene acknowledged the fact that I had little experience and he still gave me this boujee ass job with high expectations!! Completely missed the fact that the man told me to BRING MY KIND. That the color of my skin meant that I had a long list of employment opportunities because that is what they're looking for.

I was like them in a sense. I too grew up shit poor, i have a ged, I'm basically white trash and that I never got anywhere bc of my skin color. That day though, reality slapped me so hard I still can't believe that REALLY happened, that it still happens and that it happened right in front of my face.

I didn't do a thing about it. I felt so guilty for awhile and I still do. This isn't that "white guilt" shit or me "apologizing for being white." I know that pisses off white people.

Black and Hispanic people contributed a lot to who I am and where I am right now in my life even at 23 years old. I was raised and mentored by strong black queens who I would do anything for. If it weren't for them I probably wouldn't be alive. I was educated and influenced by black men. If it weren't for them I would still be struggling with reading comprehension, i would've failed english and history. I would've never got my GED. I wouldn't have gone to college. If it weren't for latinas I wouldn't know shit about cooking or cleaning or how to manage money, i wouldn't have a home, and i wouldn't have done anything decent in my life.

All of these people, people of color, who lifted me up off the ground, picked up every piece of my brokenness, and made me whole are the reason why I felt guilty. Not because I am ashamed to be white. But because I am ashamed of the fact that I wouldn't have even been there at that job agency if it weren't for them and that I failed to be an ally all for some boujee ass job I didn't want anyway.

I had to accept the fact that there wasn't much that I could do.

One day I was fucking around on google maps, writing reviews for places I've been to. I decided to look up Lisa Employment Agency and I wrote a review regarding what happened that day. A warning to those who are poc and desperate for a job to not give them their money. That was the best that I could do.

The purpose of me writing this is because people don't understand how real this shit is and that it still happens. White people don't understand that just because YOU yourself have never been in a position where you used your white privilege doesn't mean that it doesn't exist.

It does. Its real. And it's fucked up.

******Below I have a photo of the card that Rene gave me. I still have it for some reason. A big chuck of it was cut off but you can still see the name of the man at the agency. You can see where it says Pier, the date is there, and my starting salary. (I cut a piece of it off to scoop up my weed sorry) It is the only proof I have that it happened. The name and number written above my name was the name of the owner or manager at pier 59 studios.******

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Sam you are not going to believe what just happened

Diana and i are gfs

It’s official

She’s coming over to my house sunday to hang out

Is hang out code for make out

Sammmmmmmmmm

Astrid turned off her phone. Sam probably had bigger and better things to do than listen to her talk about Diana, but she hadn’t known who else to text. Astrid had told a few of her friends that there was a girl she had a massive crush on. Sam was the only person she’d told all the details, so she let him know first.

She couldn’t wait, and she couldn’t believe it. Her and Diana had seemed like a one in a million chance, but now they were in a relationship, and Astrid was really excited about it. About an hour after the date, Diana had texted asking if she could come over on Sunday, her off day. Astrid, being the lovestruck idiot she was, had said yes.

The main problem facing her right now was that there really wasn’t anything she could think of to do for a date. There was nothing interesting to do at her house. Or in Perdido, actually. Diana lived here too, but she had a job, and used to go to high school in another town. She’d probably already seen all of the attractions Perdido had to offer.

They could watch something on the TV, but that was capital-B boring. There were a few restaurants in town, but Astrid knew that with Caine around, going to one of those was a bad idea. Movies could work, but she didn’t know what Diana was into, and it was going to be expensive as hell. As someone facing future student loan debt, that wasn’t a good idea. Astrid didn’t want to set a precedent of paying a lot on dates.

After spending a solid half hour wondering what she was going to do, it occured to Astrid to ask Sam. He had loads of practice sneaking around with Quinn, and Astrid knew they went on dates. Opening up her phone again to see that Sam had not texted back, Astrid typed out another message.

I don’t just wanna hang out at my house though. Do you know any good places for a date that are...private? Bc Caine could still be an issue.

Finally, the little gray dots showed up on the screen. Sam was typing.

Lucky you. I have to deal w her ex tomorrow night for “family time.” There’s this cool little diner called the healing place near the beach. I know the person who runs it she’s totally awesome and has a gf herself so she’s cool w everyone.

Hold on lemme send you the website.

thehealingplaceofperdido.com/manager

Thank u for finally responding.

I’ll look into that place

Bc i don’t have any better ideas

Astrid clicked on the link to find a cheekily written profile of a Lana Arwen Lazar.

Named for Superman’s girlfriend and the elf from the Lord of the Rings, Lana Arwen Lazar runs the sad place near the beach known as The Healing Place. While the name suggests otherwise, no, we do not sell weed or offer bogus spiritual treatments. It’s a diner, in an old 50s style, run by Lana and staffed by many people, most of which are gay. Since it’s Lana’s favorite(read:easy to make), we serve typical American fare with enough cholesterol and sugar to give you a heart attack. Enjoy burgers, hot dogs, and salad (for the freaks), and loads of onion rings and french fries. If you would like healthier options, we can accommodate dietary restrictions in general, but if you’re on some weird supermodel diet go somewhere else. Lana primarily works with her girlfriend (Dekka), her boyfriend (Sanjit), and her dog (Patrick) to keep the restaurant running. Unfortunately, Patrick cannot be in the restaurant as he is a health hazard, but he supports from home just fine. Lana is 21, and considers herself a fourteen-year-old with a driver’s license and a drinking permit. She has kept the restaurant running for three years and intends to keep it from running away from her.

Well, Astrid could certainly see why Sam liked going there. It looked cool, and quite proudly a safe space for everyone. She plugged the restaurant name into Google and found three articles about it being a great place to go if you were gay (one calling it “a piece of accepting Los Angeles in a small California town), and many posts and tweets about how good of a place it was.

As one reviewer said, “The food is shit, but it’s the only place I can go on a date with my partner and not get stares.”

It was Astrid’s best bet for a place to take her girlfriend on a date, since she didn’t want to try and find someplace out of town like Diana had. Also, she trusted Sam’s recommendation.

Ok healing place looks rlly good i think i’ll take her there

Good luck w the evil twin (caine)

She should probably run this past Diana too. Maybe she would just want to hang around and talk at her house, not go out to eat again. She should probably ask. Astrid sent another text, this one to Diana.

Hey, do you wanna get dinner together this sunday? I know a cool place.

Diana texted back in seconds.

Yeah sure I’m down

It’s private tho right

Yeah dw. Owner is gay.

Thank god for gays

I’m really excited now

Brb i gotta go on air ya girl is still technically a dj

Astrid smiled down at her phone. She was excited too.

***

Never in his life did Sam think he would be protecting his friend’s safety by looking at reviews for dating apps. He’d checked the obvious-tinder, okcupid, match-but had decided that, unfortunately, Caine probably already used those.

Caine couldn’t just be a regular bitch, he had to be a horny bitch. Sam focused on apps that were for the general area, and for a younger audience. So far, it was a lot of people either saying they had met the love of their life on the app and had amazing sex, or that they had been harassed horribly by middle-aged men sending excessive dick pics. There was no middle ground in sight.

It really didn’t matter what app it was, the reviews were basically the same. There were a few that were romance and relationship centered, and several that matched people up based on various attributes. They were all kind of the same, so Sam moved on to IRL dating.

He made up a list of people he knew that could possibly enter a relationship with Caine. Sam felt a little guilty for wanting to put another girl through what happened to Diana, but he also knew that there had to be a perfect match for Caine somewhere. Even someone as soulless as Caine had to have a soulmate.

Also, knowing Caine’s track record, he would break up with them in a few months anyways. Maybe even go to college to get a girlfriend. Somehow, Caine had finessed himself an all-expenses-paid scholarship to any college of his choice. He was still looking for a college, and didn’t look set on deciding anytime soon. Sam was slightly jealous, since he was still looking for a job to support Connie.

Maybe if Sam pissed Caine off enough he would leave for a college across the country and they would never see each other again. But Sam doubted it would actually happen, Caine liked the little hold of power he had over Perdido.

The wild card at tomorrow night’s family dinner was going to be Connie Temple. She was always nice to Caine, fussing over him and asking him all sorts of questions about his life and how things were going. The perfect estranged mother, but she also became strange with Caine in the house, telling him he looked like his father. Oftentimes, she left the dinner table crying.

Caine knew how he affected the family dynamic in that house, and he was pleased with it, Sam knew. The more distraught Connie was, the more she blamed Sam. And the less happy Sam was, the happier Caine became.

This was going to be hard.

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10 Seconds {Soulmate! Ten}

Pairing: Ten X Reader

Genre: Teeny tiny bit of angst?; fluff; Soulmate! AU; bulleted scenario

Word Count: 1606

Summary: You had four years to find your soulmate, but now time is running out.

in this au people have timers on their wrist to let them know how much time they have until they find their soulmate 

a person is given a certain amount of time to find their soulmate before their time runs out 

the timer stops when you find your soulmate

most people find their soulmates before the timer runs out 

no one actually knows what happens to those who don't find their soulmate, because it's so rare

people made conspiracy theories on those who don't find their soulmate 

a majority of people believe that they die

some believe that nothing happens, that they have never meet their soulmate and never be truly happy 

and some believe that your timer restarts and you get a new soulmate, but you would never be as happy with them than as your first soulmate 

the timer showed up for you when you were 16

it said you had four years to find your soulmate 

this made super worried because most of your friends had like 8-10 years to find their soulmate 

but you had to find yours when you were 20 

flash forward a couple of years, you're now 20 

your timer said you had 1 month, 2 weeks, 4 days, 28 minutes, and 33 seconds left 

even though you had more than a month left, you were getting stressed

even your friends who had 10 years to find their soulmate, already found theirs 

you watched them be happy together while you just sulked thinking how it could be you and your soulmate, but you haven't met them yet 

you felt like you were never going to meet your soulmate and you would end up being being that rare case 

you told all your friends that if in a month they didn't see you, it's because you were dead 

your friends did not take that joke as a laughing matter 

they tried to push you to go out with them so it would be easier to find your soulmate 

but you always refused bc you were a broke college student who needed to study and work 

your friends always nagged you for not doing anything fun and to get out to find your soulmate  

you just ignored them and shoved your face in textbooks 

on the days you're not studying, you're working at a restaurant as a waitress 

nowadays it felt like you were working more than studying 

the restaurant was blooming with new customers and was always busy so workers were always needed 

you wish you could take days off so you could try and find your soulmate but your boss just won't let you 

stupid boss  

soon enough, your stupid timer was telling you had a week left

your anxiety level was off the radar 

you didn't know how you could meet your soulmate if you were always working 

your co-workers told you maybe you'd meet them at the restaurant 

but you doubted everything everyone told you 

"nah, they'd probably eat somewhere else. our food isn't that great"

now it's the day you're supposed to meet your soulmate before you "die"

you kept asking your boss if you could step outside for a few minutes in case you could run into them on the street

your boss kept telling you no and to not ask again 

a few hours later, you come back to your boss BEGGING him if he could let you step outside for just a moment 

this led to a small argument between you and your boss 

you watched your timer nervously as it said you had two minutes left 

and yet you were still here arguing with your boss 

"why won't you just let me step outside for just a moment!" 

"because you're at work!!!" "I need to meet them! You know what it's like to have a soulmate!" 

The man continues to yell at you bc he's bitter that his soulmate passed away recently

apparently you don't deserve happiness because his soulmate got into an accident 

"why you so salty man" 

your boss is totally done with you 

he tells you, "if you step out that door, you're fired. So you can either serve the group of guys over there or you can lose your job, choose your pick" 

you looked down at your wrist again and so you had a minute and fifteen seconds left 

you couldn't afford to lose this job, it was your only way of living while in college

and even if you don’t meet your soulmate, there was the slight chance that you wouldn’t die

with a sinking heart, you walked over to the table with a large group of boys 

you wanted to cry 

you were so disappointed that you wouldn't meet your soulmate 

your biggest fear was coming true 

when you walked over to the table you had fifty five seconds left

"hello, I am y/n and I'll be your server today, what can I start you off with?" You said in the most depressing voice

you noticed in the corner that there was a boy staring at his wrist, looking unhappy 

the boy sitting next to him, patted him on the back, saying he was sorry and that he really thought this would be the place 

but oblivious you, didn't even think about what just happened

you were just kinda too upset with how you were feeling

the boy in the corner who you didn't get a glimpse of yet because his face was facing down, was the last to order 

each time someone placed an order, you looked down at your wrist 

you saw it go down to twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen 

you just watched the seconds drop, your heart sinking each time 

the boy in the corner started to speak, and you looked up at him 

part of you wished he was your soulmate because first off, he was hella cute, and second, you had ten seconds left

as you wrote down his order on your notepad, you looked at your wrist again and saw that it was no longer counting down 

you were left in pure shock 

it WAS A MIRACLE 

you couldn't believe it 

you were so happy, to see the number ten you literally shouted it

everyone at the table exchanged confused looks 

because the weird monotone sad looking waitress was grinning ear to ear yelling out "ten"

no one knew what was happening except for that boy in the corner 

he started to stand up, and before you could speak you pointed at him and yelled, "TEN!" 

because you were so happy that your timer stopped at ten seconds, ten was your new favorite number, there was nothing you could think about except for the number ten 

you even forgot to think about your soulmate standing right there in front of you, so you just go "ten, I love you" because you don’t know his name

and he totally thinks you're crazy but he's loving every minute of it because it's adorable 

he jokes saying, "my name is chittaphon" 

"your name is ten now" you say 

and that's how the nickname ten came to be

NOW TIME FOR TEN AS A BOYFRIEND

he would be the sweetest

you ever see that episode of nct life where him and jaehyun were cuddling?

yeah, ten would be so cuddly

daily cuddle sessions

during a cuddle session sometimes you guys wouldn’t speak at all, and sometimes he asks you strange questions

“have you ever collected the stickers on fruits?”

“if a fork was made out of gold, would it still be considered silverware?”

eventually, he asks you, “how come you can call me ten, but I can’t call you ten?”

you don’t really know the answer but you know that the name, ten, suits him more than it could ever fit you

not only did you guys meet with ten seconds left, he’s also a ten out of ten

you like to say you scored pretty big

one day he asks you what you think would’ve happened if you hadn’t met

you say you don’t know, because you were always too worried about not meeting him instead of imagining of possible scenarios that could happen if you hadn’t

he tells you that he thinks we could’ve died

because he would die if he didn’t have you

cheesy, i know

but you guys would go on so many dates

he was the only one able to convince you to take a break from studying or working

i mean, how could you say no to him?

he whined and begged for you to say yes and it was just too cute

and dating ten meant a special friend would tag along

and by special friend, I mean Johnny

he was the third wheel on every date

but sometimes it felt like you were actually the third wheel

but it was all good because the three of you had fun with each other

AND MEETING TEN’S FAMILY

you love them so much and they love you just as much

ten’s mom sending you his baby pictures

you and his sister joining forces and teasing him 

I think I’m running out of things to write

sometimes he practices dancing with you there

you get mesmerized by his dancing

then you try to do the moves yourself and end up failing miserably

he tries to teach you, but no matter what you do, dancing is not your thing

you guys love each other a whole lot

there is no one else you’d rather be with

you guys are couple goals according to everyone else

happy in love :’)

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lol I didn’t edit this so sorry if it sucked, if anyone reads this let me know if I should write more stuff like this :)

[jiminelli]

Not Alone

Request: Oh what about a Jhope scenario when he meets a girl who is cheerful but then she got a secret: she was a victim of bullying and things got too much for her and stress and pressure at school. When he was reading her diary, he knows that he will be the hero. Inspired by A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone (maybe)? Thanks! BTW, You Don't Know Me made me cry a million pieces! ~Queennie

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2.299

Warnings: mentions of death and self-harm

A/N: this has been in my inbox forever but somehow i needed to write this tonight bc it’s been ages since i wrote about hobi!!! 

I didn’t proof read yet your gurl is too tired for that

ALSO I WANNA THANK YOU GUYS FOR ENJOYING MY WRITINGS SO MUCH AND HELPING ME IMPROVE THANKS TO Y’ALL I SLAYED MY FREAKING WRITING SKILLS MIDTERM AND DONT HAVE TO TAKE THE FINAL EXAM WOOP IM SO HAPPY

“Catch me if you can”, you giggled, turning around and sprinting away from your boyfriend, almost tripping over your own feet as the hill gently curved downwards. Your bare feet ran over the soft grass, head turning every few seconds, laughing at his figure behind you, trying to catch up with your own. Breath hitching in your throat, lungs and heart thumbing in your chest, your laughs echoed through the park before you felt his warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you down with his falling body. A small scream escaped your lips, followed by laughs as you landed on the ground, his hands catching your fall

“Gotcha”, Hoseok whispered before placing his soft lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. You gently hit his chest, making him grin at you and raise his eyebrows.

“You cheated! You said you’d wait 5 seconds before coming after me!”, you pouted and poked his chest, making him laugh.

“Babe, that’s what I did. You’re just too slow”, he wiggled his eyebrows at you before kissing the tip of your nose and stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Pfh yeah that’s what they all say...”, you whispered more to yourself but Hoseok seemed to have heard what you said, rolling off you and bursting into laughter, bringing you close to his chest. You felt his chest vibrate against your again, forming a content smile on your face before stroking his back softly with your hands. 

“I love you (Y/N)”, Hoseok laughed, sitting up and pulling you up with him, as you started picking the grass out of your hair. 

Throwing the bit you had in your hands at him, you grinned. “I know you idiot. I love you, too.”

His smile made butterflies erupt in your stomach and he pouted his lips at you in an attempt to appear cute, only making you laugh. “C’mon let’s go grab some ice cream, it’s too hot to be lying in the sun”, he suggested and stood up, shaking the grass off his pants before offering you his hand.

“Only if you let me pay this time”, you raised your eyebrows at him suggestively and he just grinned at you.

“We’ll see about that��, Hoseok answered as he kissed your temple, engulfing you in a tight hug before walking back to the spot you had left your shoes. He was ready to spent a nice evening with the girl that made his heart burst out of his chest, making him feel like the luckiest boy on Earth.

Hoseok felt his phone vibrate multiple times in his back pocket as he was trying to teach the boys the new choreography he had come up with for the upcoming comeback. He knew that it must be you needing something from him, otherwise you wouldn’t message him during practice, so he signaled the boys a two minute break and got his phone out of his pocket unlocking it in one swift move.

From: (Y/N)♕ ♥

hey

babe

baaaaaabe

babyyyyyyy  [delivered: 11:21am]

hobi

hoseok

jung hoseeeeeooookk [delivered: 11:22am]

He grinned at his phone, making the others look at him smugly.

“Hyung, is it (Y/N) you’re texting?”, Jungkook came up from behind, grinning at him, wiggling his eyebrows at his phone.

“Who else would it be smartass?”, Yoongi jawned from the back of the room, shooting Hoseok a knowing look.

“Why don’t you ever bring her over hyung?”, Taehyung whined, ploppling down next to Hoseok.

“Yeah we’d love to meet the girl that makes our cruel dance teacher stop just to answer her messages”, Jimin laughed and went through his hair with one hand before sipping on his water bottle and throwing it over to Taehyung, who caught it smoothly.

“Guys, stop. We just started going out, I can’t bring her over already. You’ll scare her away”, he rolled his eyes at his band mates but smiling softly at the thought of all of you together. They’d love you, he knew it. You were so cheerful and full of happiness, they couldn’t just not like you. 

“We won’t scare her away, what are you talking about! We’re lovable”, Taehyung exclaimed, pushing Jungkook away who was trying to grab the water bottle from his hyung. 

Hoseok huffed and turned to his phone. He heard the others rambling around but his thoughts were with you as he typed his response.

To: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

what’s up baby? :)

Read: 11:28am

Seconds later his phone signaled him your incoming reply.

From: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

i know you’re busy rn but when you have time can you please go to my apartment and check if you see my sketchbook there? it should be somewhere in my bedroom but i forgot it there this morning

i have work until 1 today but class starts at 1:15 so i dont have time to look for it myself.....

you dont have to if you dont have time though!!

His face lit up at your last message. Of course, he’d do that for you. He’d do anything for you, even though he wouldn’t admit that to himself. He’d never admit that he had fallen for you since the day he met you, serving him in the restaurant you worked at. Only two months had passed since then but he felt like he could never let you go again. His heart had wrapped itself around you and wouldn’t be able to let go that easily.

To: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

i’ll be there in 10

As he texted his reply, he got up, stretching one last time before throwing his phone into his bag and started moving towards the door. 

“We’l continue practice later guys. I gotta go”, he waved one quick goodbye before opening the door and stepping into the hall.

“Hoseok got a booty call!”, Jungkook chanted from the inside, everybody else joining in with laughter as Hoseok rolled his eyes at his friends and kept moving. 

He didn’t need a booty call to be by your side. 

Stepping into your bedroom, he let his bag fall onto the ground and started looking around. You had described your sketchbook as a little black booklet but nothing specific on it. So that was what he started looking for. First, he went straight to your desk as one would assume that a sketchbook would be placed there; in the working area of the room. With no results. So he turned around and let his gaze glide over the room, eyes falling onto your bedside table.

Maybe you were one of those who could draw and write the best before going to sleep.

Not thinking much of it, he stepped closer to the drawer, pulling the upper drawer open and - there it was! A black booklet lying on top of blank paper. 

Jackpot. That should be it.  

Hoseok grabbed the little notebook and sat down on your bed, closing the drawer again. Looking at the thing in his hands, he scratched his head.

Should I take a look? Hoseok thought, biting down on his lips.

She’s never shown me any of her drawings... 

“She probably wouldn’t mind, her class sees it too so one more person surely won’t bother her”, with that he opened the booklet, not faced with drawings but text. 

Texts with dates.

Smeared texts with dates.

Hoseok’s eyes went wide but stayed glued to the pages. Endless pages with a small handwriting, smeared at some spots and hastily written in other parts. 

“I wasn’t good enough.... they laughed at me again.... I can’t handle this any longer”

“What the...”, he whispered, opening a random page carefully. His fingers gently stroke over the paper before he started reading.

“Two weeks until school is done. I should be happy. Everybody’s excited for prom, going shopping and preparing for one of the most important days of their lives. Except for me. You know why? You probably already know.... everybody knows. Nobody asked me to be their date. Again. Not even one of the nerds. They’re all ashamed to be seen with me. I’m too gross for them. Too fat. Too ugly. Too dumb. Too shy. Too weird. Too-everything. They know I hurt myself, too. One of the kids at school grabbed me and pushed me against the lockers, accidentally making my sleeves roll up and then they saw. One would think that they’d realize it’s their fault and be shocked or feel guilty or something like that. But you know what they did? They laughed even more. Calling me pathetic. Attention whore. Liar. Stupid. Weak. Encouraging me to cut deeper. One of them said, and I quote “Here, have my razor maybe that one works better. Try it out in the bathtub, that way your parents won’t have to clean up that much of a mess when you finally bleed to death” and everybody laughed. Maybe that’s what I should do. Instead of just hurting myself, just completely disappear. Everyone hates me anyway. I can’t make anyone happy. My teacher scold me every day for not paying attention, my parents are sick of me spending their money, sick of me being their child, I don’t have any friends anymore and basically the whole school wants to see me dead. So why not do it? Why not just cut right through my veins and let all the blood run out?”  

Hoseok felt hot droplets of tears wetting his shirt and pants as sobs erupted through his body. Was this the same (Y/N) he knew today? This couldn’t be the same girl. His girl was cheerful, gloomy and always laughing, making everybody around her happy. How was it possible that she ever felt like this? Thought these horrible things about herself? That she had to go through hell when she was a literal angel?

His breath got caught in his throat as his sobs started to break out more hysterically and coughs shook his whole body.

He had to do something. You needed to know how he felt for you, how he needed you in his life and how you should never have those thoughts again. Never ever. Not as long as he was by your side.

“Hobi?”, you called out into your lighted apartment, softly taking off your shoes in the entrance and looking around. Stepping into your small space, you saw that the light in your bedroom was on, so you slowly walked towards the door.

Pushing it open and peeking inside, you saw Hoseok standing in front of your bed, facing the other way with his hands in his pockets and a small box placed on your bed.

“Hobi, what are you doing here?”, you smiled and entered, making him turn around, smiling at you sadly.

“(Y/N)”, he breathed out and immediately wrapped his arms around your small frame, hugging you tighter than you had ever felt him do before.

“What’s wrong baby?”, you mumbled into his chest, as he was still holding onto you, not seeming to let you go any time soon. Saying you were confused, would be an understatement.

“I prepared something for you”, Hoseok smiled and finally let go, moving you to your bed and signaling to the box.

“What is this for?”, you turned around, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend. Something was fishy about that situation and you wanted to know what was going on. 

Hoseok scratched his neck in embarrassment and dropped his gaze. Stepping closer, you caressed his arm and smiled softly. 

“C’mon, you can tell me”, you tried to encourage him.

He closed his eyes for a second and then his strong gaze met your irritated one. “I read your diary.”

You still didn’t understand and waited for him to continue. When he didn’t say anything else, you asked: “And?”

He took a deep breath and exhaled again. “The entries from your high school times.”

“Oh”, was all you could say before a sad smile spread across your face, eyes blinking fast, trying to avoid the tears to fall out at the memories those words brought back.

“I-I prepared this for you (Y/N), so you know that you don’t ever have to feel like that again. I know that I can’t heal you from those thoughts completely but maybe it helps a little bit?”, he started rushing around the room, handing you the box quickly and opening it for you. Inside you saw multiple notes stacked on top of each other.

“What is this Hoseok?”, you whispered and took one in between you fingers.

“These are reasons why I fell for you. Things I love about you. Things you do that make me smile. Things that make you who you are and more lovable each day we spent together. Basically all ju-”, you cut him off by placing the box on the bed and grabbing his face in between your hands, pressing your lips onto his. Taking Hoseok off guard, it took him a few seconds to realize what was going on before his hands moved to your hips, bringing you closer to him.

As you two parted, he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re the reason for m smile (Y/N), every day. You can always count on me, no matter what is going on, okay? If you’re not happy, I’m not happy. You make my heart feel warm and my whole body heat up just by glancing at me. You’re not alone, no matter how stony and long this road might be, I’ll be by your side. Always.”

Tears were rolling down your cheeks at his sweet gesture and he started kissing your cheeks, trying to kiss your tears away. Giggling, you slightly pushed him away to look into his eyes and caress his cheek.

“I love you Jung Hoseok”

“I love you more (Y/L/N) (Y/N)”

©jiminelli

[madam-lit-nerd]

High Odds

Balthazar heard the lock click into place on his office door as he let out a long sigh; another end to another day. He wouldn’t have to be back to this wretched building for another sixteen hours, thank god. He stuffed his keys into his pocket as he spun about and headed for the elevator.

As he approached, he saw the ever familiar figure standing, waiting. A small smile touched his lips as he stepped up next to the dark-haired man. This was, without a doubt, the best part of his day.

“Hey, Cassie!” He greeted warmly. Castiel jolted out of whatever reverie he was following. He glanced guiltily at his coworker.

“Hello, Balthazar.”

Always Balthazar; always the full name. Never Balth or Zar like the others in their office were prone to call him. Balth wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

Their elevator dinged as it arrived, and they stepped on in unison. As they began their descent, Balthazar was reminded yet again that his time with Cas, this daily thirty-eight second window, was limited; if he was going to ask him, it needed to be now.

“So listen, a few of us are going down to that new bar on State. Wanna join?” He wiggled his eyebrows, trying to go for a teasing tone, trying to act like it didn’t matter to him one way or another if Cas turned him down. He’d turned him down before; but then again, he’d also said yes before. Balth was hoping for the latter.

Castiel sighed. “I’d like to, but I’m afraid I have another appointment.” Balth tried not to let his disappointment show. Castiel smiled encouragingly. “Maybe later this week?”

Balth perked up. “Yeah, of course! I’ll, uh, let you know how it is. If it sucks, we can hit up another spot or something…”

Castiel nodded. “Of course.”

The elevator stopped with a ding, and the doors slid open. Cas hurried away with little more than a farewell, and Balth tried not to look too lovesick as he stared after him.

Months upon months, this had been their routine, and no matter how many feelers he had put out, it was always the same. The few times Castiel had said yes to his invitations (and Balth hated to admit this) there’d been nothing but friendship in his tone and air.

But there wasn’t anybody; Balth had checked! And he had checked. Maybe Castiel just wasn’t ready to be in a relationship…

With another sigh, Balthazar turned toward the garage, in the opposite way Cas had gone, and trudged toward his too-expensive car to go to his too-big house to get ready for his too-single night on the town.

Balth arrived a good ten minutes after the others, late but not too late. He smiled flirtatiously at the cute bartender as he served up the drinks, winked at the waitress as she took their food order, flirted outrageously with Kyle from HR, but none of it actually mattered.

Nothing mattered, until…

“Oh my god!” Hael squeaked. “Is that…Castiel?”

Balth spun around to where she was pointing, not even caring if he appeared too eager. He didn’t need to worry; everyone else spun around just as quickly.

Sure enough, right across the street at the pricey street cafe, Castiel was being seated at a table for two with a tall, admittedly gorgeous man. What the hell?

“Is that…” Hester breathed.

“I think it is!” Hanna exclaimed.

“What?” Balth asked irritably.

“Dean Smith…” they all sighed in unison. The second they said it, Balth knew who it was. Wealthy, handsome…single. Was he with Cassie? Like, with with him?

He needed to watch this, just to be sure…but he needed a better seat for that. In an effort to not look so obvious, Balth went up to the bar to grab another drink, then claimed the seat that had a clear view of the couple across the street when he returned.

Within five minutes, Balth knew he had nothing to be worried about. In fact, he was actually feeling pretty damn good about himself. From the frigid way Cas was acting toward this Dean Smith character, he may as well have been blowing kissy faces and winking at Balth during their elevator chats.

He barely looked at the guy, completely avoiding his gaze when he did manage to glance in his direction. He didn’t actually speak all that often. He kept their contact as minimal as possible, answering with a few terse words here or there.

Damn, what had this guy done to piss Castiel off? Whatever it was, Balth needed to know so he could avoid it.

But suddenly, something shifted. The Dean guy said something that definitely caught Cassie’s attention. He suddenly went from frigidity and silence to anger within a heartbeat. He started shaking his head and glaring straight at the guy.

Seconds later he was standing and throwing his napkin on the table, obviously ready to make an escape. Perfect! Balth would catch him on the way out, offer him a sympathetic ear, maybe buy him a drink. He’d get boyfriend material points on top of figuring out exactly how Castiel knew this Dean Smith.

He hurried outside to the dark street, making it to the sidewalk at the same time as Cassie. He tried to wave him down, but Castiel was already hurrying away. He was about to chase after him, when he realized that Dean had already beaten him to the punch. He was running after Castiel, calling his name.

“Cas! Cas, please!” Dean finally caught up to the dark-haired man at the entrance of a secluded set of stairs. He grabbed onto his arm. “Cas, let me exp…”

“No!” Cas cried, spinning around on him, shoving a finger in his face. “No! You don’t get to do this! Not after…after… you know!”

He was more animated than Balthazar had ever seen him. He was passionate, fiery, gorgeous.

Holy shit, he was totally in love with Dean Smith.

Dean must have come to the same realization at that moment, because he used the arm he still held to yank Cas into a heated kiss.

From what Balth could see, if looked like Cas actually responded at first. His hands slid up Dean’s chest to tangle with his tie, his body leaned in ever so slightly, his head angled just right…but suddenly he yanked back and slapped Dean across the cheek hard enough that Dean’s head snapped to the side.

Balth crept closer and hid behind a nearby pillar. He knew his hiding place was dark enough that they wouldn’t see him, and even if they could, they were too caught up with their argument to bother looking around for eavesdroppers.

“What the hell?” Castiel was yelling, tears pouring down his cheeks. “What are you thinking?” He shoved at Dean’s chest angrily, but Dean didn’t budge. “You think you can come waltzing back in here, years after you broke my heart, and just pick up again? I’m not going to do it, Dean! I’m not going to just be your little secret plaything.” He shoved Dean again. “I moved across the country to forget you! And now…Now?” He shoved his finger in Dean’s face. “I won’t fall in love with you again!”

He broke down into sobs then, his entire body shuddering as he brought his hands up to hide his face. Dean wrapped his long arms around Cas and pulled him in, pressing his lips to his temple.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” He repeated, again and again. He began to whisper to Cas then, soft words Balth couldn’t hear from his hidden spot. Cas pulled back, his eyes damp and unbelieving.

“What?”

“I needed to know…” Dean explained haltingly.

“Needed to know what?” Cas murmured warily.

“If you were still in love with me.”

“I’m not!” Castiel assured him immediately, but all three of them could see straight through that flimsy excuse for a lie.

But Dean didn’t call him on it. Instead, he nodded and drew a deep breath. “Okay…so it looks like I have my work cut out for me.”

“What work?”

“Well, I recently was offered a job in town, so…” he let the thought trail off as Castiel’s eyes widened.

“Where?”

“Sandover,” he replied a little too nonchalantly.

Castiel shook his head. “That’s right near where I work!”

Dean nodded. “I know. Which was why I needed to know if I had any chance in hell of winning you back,” he admitted. “And I think I just got my answer.”

Cas shook his head. “I won’t be fooled again, Dean.”

“I know,” Dean murmured. “And if it means anything, I never meant to fool you last time. I just…didn’t realize what I had til it was too late.”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” Cas insisted, yet another flimsy lie that was so transparent any child could have seen through it.

“That’s okay. Just means I’ll have to work twice as hard,” Dean teased with an affectionate smile.

“Yeah, might as well not put in the work at all…” Cas hedged.

Dean shook his head. “You’re worth it…we’re worth it. I’ll do whatever it takes to win you back, Cas. I promise, I won’t let what we have slip away again.”

Cas stared at him for several long moments, then shook his head. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Good luck?” Dean arched a brow.

“You’re going to have to win my trust back and beat out Balthazar. So really, you’re doing triple the amount of work.”

“Balthazar?” Dean questioned as Cas slipped away. The dark-haired man began walking in the opposite direction of where Balth was hiding, away from the bar and restaurant.

Cas’s voice held a challenge. “Cute guy who works on my floor. He’s been after me for a while now. I’ve been thinking that I should give him a shot.”

Balthazar silently punched the air in a tiny victory dance. He was so in! He was so busy celebrating, he almost missed the final exchange between the former lovers.

“Goodnight, Cas,” Dean called out, amusement lacing his tone.

“Goodnight, Mr. Smith,” Cas called back.

Balth waited until Dean had walked away before he finally stepped out of his hiding spot and headed back toward the bar. As he walked, he thought about potential spots for his first date with Cas.

He’d have to make it fantastic to compete with the likes of this Dean Smith. And yeah, he knew it was a long shot, but at least it was a shot, right?

Higher odds had been beaten before.

Hello! So this was a quick little something that I wrote a while back but didn’t post bc I wasn’t even sure if I completely liked it. But I reread it today, and I enjoyed it. So here you go, a quick little drabble. I don’t know if I’ll continue it; I can see some definite hilarity ensuing from the Dean/Balth competition… guess it depends on the feedback. Anyways, hope you like it!!