#but it was fun! more fun than a bar would be!

[vampiresbloodx]

arcane characters react to you flirting with them;

characters included; mel medarda, caitlyn, vi, sevika.

a/n: it ended up being more of a confession for the most part :q

Mel medarda;

Mel is used to men hitting on her all the time. It happens more than you think and more than she likes. Even during times where it's less appropriate. When Mel first met you, she thought you were strange, in a good way, she liked you instantly. You were friends with Viktor. You had your wits and humor, she liked talking with you and spending time with you when she was supposed to be doing her work.

She couldn't help but linger around you more, you probably thought she was being a creep, but you didn't seem to mind her presence, in fact, you welcomed it.

The night she wanted to come and see you, you had surprised her with your own visit.

"hi-"

"hello-"

you both paused, smiling to yourselves as she stiffs a chuckle in amusement.

you stood there, biting down on your bottom lip.

"mel-"

"yes?" mel said, giving you her full attention.

"I think... you're the most beautiful woman ive ever met, i know you probably get that a lot, but your beauty goes beyond your looks that most people only seem to see of you, i cant blame them, you're a walking goddess, i dont even know why you would even speak to me.... I" you paused, closing your eyes as she felt her heart pick up a pace, as she watches you carefully gather yourself. "I like you. I know i could never be worthy enough to actually date you..."

before you could say more you felt arms wrap around your neck, pulling you in as you smelt her rich scent, you inhaled it in, hoping if this was a dream you wouldnt wake up.

"I've been hoping you'd come to me, I was going to tell you regardless, I'm so glad you told me."

then she kissed you. her lips felt way better than in your dreams.

Caitlyn;

You see a blue haired beauty sitting in a table not far from where the bar is, the place wasnt that loud tonight, which was weird for you. You've grown so used to the noise that the silence is a bit too much.

your other co worker, who was your friend, had finished their shift already and you were the last one left for close. people still hung around until late, business men, bikers, truckers coming in for a drink stop, group of girls coming in for some fun.

The usual.

You thought youve seen it all, then you laid eyes on her.

she was prettier than the night sky.

you wondered why she was sitting by herself looking so pretty in that blue dress, did someone set her up? did her date not come? that seems hard to believe why would anyone miss out on that.

You decided to go over to her.

"Did they not decide to show?" you started up a conversation.

Light and easy.

she looked up, not expecting anyone to talk to her.

"canceled last minute, i hope they crash."

you couldnt help but laugh at that, she smiled.

"Why would they cancel on someone as beautiful as you?" you asked, out loud, god you hoped she didn't think you were a creep.

"are you trying to fill their spot?" she asks boldly with a raised eyebrow, you stared into her gaze.

"I finish in 5."

you lied.

"Doesnt this place stay open for another hour?" she questions.

"so is that a no?"

"I never said that, see you in 5."

Vi;

usually vi would be the one to hit on girls, asking them out, taking them out on dates, flirting with them. but that all changed when she met you, a biker she fell in love with at first sight.

you had come into the bar she was already at, drinking away, she was in a mood, she had gotten in a fight and couldnt be bothered dealing with more idiots.

but you came walking in and stole her whole heart.

she thought you were a creepy man at first, trying to get in her damn pants, when she heard someone sit on the stool next to her, she wanted to curse.

but when she looked and saw you taking off your helmet, her heart stopped.

you caught her staring.

"Hi? is there something on my face?" you asked, nervous.

she wasn't expecting that.

"ah, i got it" she watched you wipe a bit off dirt away from under your eyes, she was captivated by you. "Can i get you a drink?" you asked.

thats usually her line. wait, did you just flirt with her? and she wasnt the one calling the shots?

she froze, blushing hard.

"you okay?" you asked, worried.

"yeah, yeah, uh, its nothing. ill have a whiskey."

"you like whiskey too? youve got taste" you hummed, she bit down on her lip hard.

she let you take her back to yours that night, and she doesnt regret it. neither do you.

sevika;

Sevika wasnt one to take compliments. But secretly, she had a soft spot for them. On the outside, shes rough, shes still rough on the inside, but she only shows those certain softness for those she really cares about.

She knew you for a lil while, you had come in working for Silco, she was obviously wary of you at first and kept her distance.

And a part of her always wanted to be near you.

It started with that and then it turned into something more, she couldn't stop thinking about you.

You couldn't keep your eyes off her whenever she was in the room, you felt your breath leave your body, she was a goddess.

After a few drinks, you couldnt stop yourself from going to the woman who sat by herself, you caught her eyeing you throughout the night.

Deciding your fate, you sit in the chair next to her.

"Sevika, I think you're really pretty.... like so pretty. You can hate me forever if you wanna, but I like you so much" you spilled everything to her, the whole truth, as she sat in silence and watched intensely. "wow, the power of alcohol, im.... ignore what i said, fuck, Ill leave you-"

you felt a strong grip grab your thigh, making you turn your attention back to her.

"Who said I wanted you to leave?" Sevika said with a grin, rubbing her hand on your skin causing your body to shudder from her touch. "You wanna follow me, hm, baby?" she murmured.

You nodded.

and happily followed her into the night.

[atlntiic]

lollipop - Leon S. Kennedy.

Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!reader.

Summary: she say she love my lolly, she wanna make it pop, she say she love my lolly, she wanna kiss the top, she say she love my lolly, she love my lollipop.

CW: 18+, mdni!, smut, oral sex (m receiving), praising, c in mouth.

2.7k words

a/n: wish I could lick his lollipop too :( (first post, kinda nervous y'all)

You sat at your desk, surrounded by mess. Paperwork was everywhere, your computer screen with classified files you didn’t have the energy to deal with. On your left was a cup of coffee to keep you awake, and on your right? Lollipops. You couldn’t survive without them.

Grabbing a fresh one, you unwrapped it and popped it into your mouth. Strawberry, your favourite. The sweet flavour coming right into your mouth was truly a masterpiece, and you were definitely an addicted freak.

The police department was a disaster tonight. Fridays weren't always busy, but this one tonight was worse. You stared at the clock-18:15. The reports weren’t finished, and they had to be done by midnight. There was no way you’d get through everything in time.

You leaned back in your chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment, hoping for some kind of miracle. Your fingers ached from hours of typing and highlighting papers. Exhausted from everything.

You take a moment to glance around the office. It’s quiet, with only a few people still here. Some are finishing up their work, and others are packing their things, laughing as they mention their plans: parties, drinks, or just heading home to relax.

You pout, biting the inside of your cheek. You had plans tonight, too. You and your friends had been hyped to check out that new bar everyone had been bragging about. You’d seen the posts, the good music, great drinks, and an atmosphere so fun it made people forget the week they’d just had. You wanted to be there, to feel that energy, have fun for once.

and maybe find someone to go home with.

But here you were, stuck at your desk. The reality hurt more than you wanted to admit. You knew you couldn’t say no when your boss handed you this pile of work. Losing your job wasn’t an option, and there wasn’t anyone else willing to take it on. So you stayed silent, gave a nod, and accepted it.

You tried to shove the sad thoughts out of your mind, focusing on the work in front of you. The click of your keyboard was your only companion, and the strawberry sweetness lingering in your mouth was your attempt to keep the anxiety in control. You sucked hard on the lollipop as if that would somehow make everything feel better.

As you typed faster, trying to get ahead of the looming deadline, your hand instinctively reached for another lollipop. The last one was already gone, and the familiar craving hit you. At least it wasn’t drugs, you thought with a dry chuckle. Small victories. You guess.

"That's a lot of work."

The sudden low voice from behind made you freeze. Your head shot up, startled, as you turned around slowly.

Leon S. Kennedy.

Your eyes locked with his. He was standing behind you, looking down with an intensity that made your breath catch for a moment. There was something in his expression, concern, maybe, behind his usual composed look.

Leon wasn’t one of the office workers. His job was out there, on patrols, dangerous assignments, Yet, despite that, he always seemed to find his way to you when he was here.

You’d known each other for about a year now, ever since you transferred to this department. He wasn’t much of a talker, not with most people. But with you? He’d always managed to strike up a conversation.

You smiled at him, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, lucky me, I guess," you said with a nervous chuckle.

Leon didn’t respond right away, just gave a small nod, his expression thoughtful.

"It's Friday, though," he said after a pause, his voice curious. "Shouldn't you be out partying with your friends?"

He wasn’t wrong. That had been the plan. But here you were, stuck at your desk.

You sighed, shrugging lightly. "There wasn’t anyone else willing to take this on, so the boss handed it to me," you explained, your voice full of awkwardness. You scratched the back of your neck, feeling the embarrassment.

As you spoke, you pulled the lollipop from your mouth, giving it a quick lick before popping it back in. A habit you didn't even notice you do.

Leon’s eyes followed your movements, and for a brief second, you caught his jaw clench, he quickly cleared his throat, breaking the moment.

"That's pretty sad," Leon said in a low tone, his gaze lingering a moment too long on the lollipop pressed to your lips.

You blinked, caught off guard by the intensity of his stare, and quickly shifted the focus. "What about you? Shouldn’t you be out doing the same? Partying or something?" you asked, genuinely curious. Leon rarely talked about his life outside of work, and you realized you didn’t know much about what he did in his free time.

He chuckled softly, the sound deep "Not really my style. I prefer staying home."

You nodded, somehow not surprised. He definitely gave off the quiet, stay-in kind of vibe. Before you could stop yourself, the words rolled right out of your mouth.

"With your girlfriend?"

The moment the question left your lips, you froze. Your eyes widened as you processed what you’d just said, and the heat rushed to your face. 

Leon raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You felt like a tomato under his gaze, the embarrassment burning you. You turned your head away quickly, stumbling over your words as you tried to apologise.

"I-I didn’t mean—"

But before you could finish, he answered.

"I don’t have a girlfriend," he said calmly. Then, after a pause, he added, "Yet."

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "Oh," was all you managed to get out, your voice barely a whisper.

Silence lingered in the air, you kept sucking on your lollipop, the sweet taste doing little to calm the heat still lingering in your cheeks. Leon didn’t say a word, his gaze fixed as he seemed to think over something.

Then, without warning, he grabbed a random chair and pulled it up beside you.

The action caught you completely off guard. You blinked at him, unsure of what he was doing.

"I’ll help you," he said simply, reaching for a pile of papers on your desk and a highlighter, leaving no room for argument.

"Leon, that’s not necessary. I can—" you began, your voice unsure as you tried to wave him off.

But he cut you off smoothly. "It’s fine. You won’t finish all this on your own." He paused, giving you a slight reassuring smile. "Besides, I actually enjoy this kind of stuff."

You nodded silently. If he really wanted to help and even enjoyed this kind of thing, then it wasn’t so bad to let him.

The two of you got to work, setting a peace. From time to time, you’d ask him questions about things you didn’t quite understand, and he’d answer with that calm, patient tone of his. You popped another lollipop into your mouth along the way, the sweet distraction helping to keep your focus.

Leon seemed focused, too, on you, sometimes more than the work. You didn’t notice the way his eyes would linger on your lips when you weren’t looking, and you guessed he’d definitely picked up on your lollipop obsession.

The clock read 23:43. Almost midnight.

The office was completely empty now. Just you and Leon, with most of the lights turned off, leaving the light of your desk lamp as the only illumination.

You pulled your lollipop from your mouth, realizing it was finished again. Without thinking, you reached out to grab another one, your hand automatically moving to the little box at the edge of your desk.

But your hand came up empty.

Your eyes shot toward the box, and your heart sank. It was empty.

A deep sigh escaped your lips, followed by a soft groan. "No way," you mumbled, staring at the empty box like it had personally betrayed you.

Leon’s gaze shifted toward you, noticing the empty box and the look of frustration on your face. A soft chuckle escaped him.

You turned to him with a pout, not finding the situation funny.

"You’re really addicted to those things," he said, pointing out the obvious with a teasing smirk.

You gave him a sad, defeated look, your lips forming a slight pout. "Yeah," you admitted softly, almost like you were confessing a crime.

"I need to go buy more," you murmured, rubbing your eyes tiredly. "If I don’t, I won’t be able to focus, and finish all this work." Your exhaustion was clear, and it made your words sound even more desperate.

Leon didn’t say anything right away, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching you closely. His gaze focused on the way you bit your lip in frustration, and his expression shifted slightly as if lost in thought.

"What flavor is it?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the question. "Strawberry," you replied.

Leon blinked a few times, his expression unreadable. "Let me taste," he said simply, his tone low and steady.

You tilted your head to the side, confusion in your eyes. There were no lollipops left, so how exactly was he planning to "taste" it? The thought didn’t connect, leaving you completely clueless as to what he meant.

Before you could ask, Leon leaned closer. His hand reached out, cupping your face with gentleness. His thumb stroked your cheek softly, and your eyes widened in shock. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through you, leaving your breath caught in your throat.

"Leon...?" you managed to whisper, unsure of what he was doing.

He didn’t answer, his gaze fixed entirely on your lips. His fingers applied a bit more pressure, tilting your face up slightly. Your lips instinctively pressed into a soft pout under his touch, and his eyes darkened as he stared, his own lips parting slightly.

"You keep sucking on it," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "like it’s a cock or something."

The bluntness of his words had taken you aback.

"I— you—?!" you stumbled all over the words, completely flustered as the heat rushed to your cheeks. Your body felt like about to start on fire and your heart was pounding in your chest.

Leon hummed softly, clearly amused by your reaction. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smirk as his thumb traced a slow, running path along your jawline.

"I’ll give you a lollipop," he said, his voice firm. His eyes never left yours, making it impossible to look away. He paused, letting the weight of his words enter your head.

"A special one," he added, his tone dropping lower.

You blinked up at him, your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in just slightly closer.

"All for you," he finished, his voice soft making it clear he wasn’t just talking about candy.

Without warning, his lips crashed against yours, hungry yet impossibly passionate, leaving you breathless, but you quickly melted into the kiss, holding you firm. He nipped at your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gave without hesitation. His tongue swept into your mouth, exploring every inch, tasting the lingering sweetness from the lollipops you’d been savouring all day.

A soft moan escaped you, muffled by the kiss, and it was enough to drive him crazy, Leon let out a low groan, pulling you closer, one of his hands slid down to your waist, gripping you harder. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled you effortlessly from your chair and onto his lap. You gasped softly at the sudden shift, but his lips silenced you once again.

His free hand roamed along your curves, tracing all the lines of your body, sending shivers down your spine.

"You were such a tease with that lollipop, sucking it like your life depended on it." Between kisses, he groaned, his voice low and husky, "These fucking lips of yours are driving me crazy." His words full with desire, sending shivers down your spine.

Your only let out was a helpless moan, your body burning with desire as a spark starting between your thighs.

he unbuttoned your blouse, his fingers tracing your skin, slowly teasing you, torturing you. As the last button slipped free, he slid his hand inside, his warm palm brushing against your skin, reaching to your bra.

As he unclipped your bra, it fell away, releasing your breasts to his gaze. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locking onto yours for a moment before looking down. His gaze fixed on your breast, you tried to hide them, feeling embarrassed but he stopped before you could.

"Don't." He says harshly.

He gently cupped one of your breasts, his fingers tracing the curves as he became mesmerised by the sensation. Leaning in, he flicked his tongue against your nipple, and you gasped at the sudden pleasure, he wrapped his lips around it, sucking gently as his tongue swirled all over it. A low, husky moan rumbled in the back of his throat.

He pulls away, his eyes meeting yours, and he gives a peck on your lips " You want your lollipop, baby?" He asked in a low tone. You nodded, head full of lust, spinning, wanting more of him.

"Get on your knees." Leon commands you.

You obeyed, getting up from his lap and placing yourself on your knees between his thick thighs.

Looking up at him, he smiled licking his lips. His blue eyes piercing yours, filled with amusement. Slowly he unbottoned his pants, letting his cock free.

Your eyes turned away from him and fixed on his dick, and you gulped. You weren't sure how you would fit in your mouth...big and thick, nothing you had ever seen before. Leon notices your reaction and chuckles, grabbing your cheeks once again to meet his gaze one more time. "You're a big girl now, bigger lollipop."

He gently guided your face closer, his cock twitching in anticipation. Stroking himself a few times, he positioned the tip at your lips, tracing the curve of your mouth, tapping a few times before you open your mouth.

Your lips parted, and he slipped inside, his tip dancing on your tongue. You tease him with slow licks, and he lets out a low hum. As you swirled your tongue around him, he slid deeper, filling your mouth completely. Dragging your tongue up his length in a teasing motion, licking all the way to the tip, toying over as your tongue flicks over it, saliva running down him.

Leon grabs your hair, pushing you down on him. You hollow your cheeks, sucking him like you did with the lollipops, pumping your tongue up and down at his cock, peaking the peace, speeding up.

He lets out a growl, "What a big girl are you, doing such a good baby- fuck- you're so good at this", he praises you, looking down at you as you take him completely.

"Mmmhh.."

His grips tights around your hair, making you take him deeper, his tip hits the back of your throat, he starts to roll his hips raming his cock into your mouth, fucking your throat.

You only moan as he fucked your mouth, your swollen lips around it making him go crazy. Leon was a mess, slightly moans left his lips with groans, your eyes were fixed on his.

"You look so pretty like this, baby" He mumbles softly, making your cunt throb. You were dripping, your juices all over your panties. The way he was speaking to you, his noises, his dick, how he was going crazy made you clench, loving it.

Leon's movements started to get sloppier, a taste of his pre-cum filling your mouth as speeds fucking your mouth faster. Your saliva all over him, a mess, whining noises coming from you.

Without warning, he comes in your mouth, painting softly as his cum fills you.

He didn't hesitate, taking his phone out of his pocket and snapping a picture of you with his cock in your mouth as his cum starts dripping from it.

He then shows it to you, "Cute, right?" he smirks, as you give him a straight look.

He laughs at your reaction, cupping your face as you get up from the floor. "You're paying for this," you let out in a threatening tone, but he only shrugs it off and kisses you deeply.

"Next time you want a lollie, just call me Baby."

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

risky

Summary: The undercover mission with Javier does not go as planned. Not that you're complaining.

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Wordcount: 588

Raiting: E

Warnings: smut (semi public sex, unprotected sex) undercover Javi with a twist, making out

A/N: This interaction has been on my mind all day so please, enjoy this smol baby drabble I might be ovulating

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Full Masterlist // Javier Peña Masterlist

„You always take your undercover work this serious, Agent Peña?“ You whispered against his ear, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the moan that you desperately wanted to hear him, deciding to moan quietly right against his ear. 

One of his arms was wrapped securely behind your back, keeping you close against his chest while his other hand was on the back of your neck, keeping your head close towards his. 

For anyone who would find you here in this dark corner of the roof terrace of this club It would look like you were making out. 

Which you were. 

More or less. 

No one would know that you had been sitting on his cock for the last fifteen minutes.

But you were and you weren’t planing on getting up any time soon. 

Or at least before he had fucked you full of his cum. 

This night had started so innocently. This time the mission was nothing more than having a drink at a bar where the criminals Javier and you had been after for almost a year were supposed to have a meeting at. When they hadn’t shown up after two hours Javier had gotten the call that they had been sighted in another town and Javi and you? Well you had decided that since you were out already, you could have a little fun. 

Fun apparently meant getting handsy with you while dancing to some salsa tunes. 

It wasn’t long before he led you outside, the hot summer day turning the night almost tropical, leaving you and him to be only a few of the people on the roof. 

Nobody spared you a glance when he led you in the darkest corner, having you sit on his lap, his hands both on your ass under the dress you had chosen to wear for the night. 

Nobody cared as he pulled at the front of you dress so he could suck one of you nipples into his mouth. 

Nobody cared when he pulled your panties to the side, two fingers slipping inside of you while you unbuckled his belt and helped him open his pants to release his cock. 

And nobody fucking cared when he had you slowly sink down on his cock out here in the open while the music from the club beneath you shook the floor and at least the four people you had seen when you got here, were somewhere on this roof with you.

„Never know who could be watching. Gotta really sell our story,“ he mumbled against your ear and you grinned, hands in his hair, tilting your head back so you could look at him. 

„And what is our story, Agent Peña?“ You asked before you found his lips in a deep kiss, rolling your hips slowly, the length of his cock making you hum against his lips. 

„That we’re newlyweds who can’t keep their hands off each other of course,“ he mumbled against your lips thrusting up into you slowly.

„Mmmmmhhhh…. Don’t think three years of marriage count as newlyweds anymore, Javier,“ you grinned down at him and you saw his jaw flex as you clenched your walls around his cock. 

„We’re still horny like newlyweds, so who the fuck cares?“ He winked. 

„And I wouldn’t risk getting caught fucking in public with anyone other than my wife,“ he kissed you again and you smiled. 

„I sure hope you wouldn’t risk getting caught with your dick in anyone else than your wife, baby. Public or not.“

[citrustan]

dating girl (jjk) #2.2

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you try to convince yourself that you're really okay with 'casually dating' your crush.

genre & note: college au, fwb kinda thing but more than friends ygm? angst! - here are the links for the original and the follow-up parts to be read before this one - it's giving filler chapter... 🤐

It's awkward.

You look around for a moment, trying not to feel like a loser who got ditched.

There are very few seatings available and none of them were occupied currently. You felt like even bigger of a loser because you'd be the only girl just sitting there. Nor do you want men to take it as a hint to approach you. You're rethinking coming at all.

You blow air out of your mouth as a self-soothing gesture, deciding to go grab another drink.

Suddenly remembering that you had other friends at this party, you decide to text them asking if they were around. You loosely recollect reading about their bar hopping plan on the group chat, so you're not sure. You'd have joined in if you had Jungkook to tag along. He's fun to cling to when you're drunk.

Sometimes you fake being so piss drunk that you can't move by yourself just so Jungkook would hold you up or lift you in his arms.

Thinking about this is really ruining your mood though. Because tonight, that other chick is going to enjoy his company while you act like a cunt towards your date because you can't stand up for yourself.

As you make your way back to the table, you spot Jungkook not too far from it.

Boy, is just everywhere tonight or what.

You freeze for a moment, unsure if you should approach Jungkook, or if you’d rather just stay out of his way. But before you can make up your mind, he’s already walking to you.

“Hey,” he says, lowly, as he stops a few inches beside you.

You give him a tight smile, trying to keep your tone neutral, “Hi.”

He looks around, almost as if he’s unsure of what to say next. “Mr. Tooth Fairy had to leave?”

You hum, glancing toward the door where Hoseok disappeared. “Yeah, something came up.”

Jungkook nods, his eyes flicking back to you, “I see.”

An awkward silence stretched between the two of you like a thin, fragile thread.

Finally, Jungkook clears his throat, breaking the tension, “Listen... about earlier-”

You hold up a hand, cutting him off, “Yeah, I'm sorry, I did not mean to do that. It was uncalled for."

This was too awkward. You don't know how to act around him. All you want to do it grab his head and smush your lips together.

"No, you're fine. I meant to text you back, you know?"

Right.

"Yeah, well, either way, I get the message loud and clear," you reply simply, staring him down.

"I wasn't sending any messages, _____."

"Well, yeah!"

"_____..."

"Can we not do this? I told you I hear you loud and clear. Let's move on." You were agitated.

Jungkook knows you've misunderstood his silence but he doesn't want to piss you off anymore today.

He sighs softly, tilting his head as if to study you. “Hoseok, huh?”

“Yeah,” you say, almost defensively. “He’s nice.”

“Nice,” Jungkook echoes, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, though you can’t tell if it’s amusement or something else entirely. “That’s good. You deserve... nice.”

The way he says it makes your stomach twist. You ball your hands into a fist. You wish he'd stop rubbing it in.

“Is that supposed to mean something?” you ask, sharper than you intend.

Jungkook raises his eyebrows, his expression unreadable, “No. Just a statement.”

You let out a breath through your nose, already feeling the hair on your nape stand, “You know, if you’re trying to say something, you could just say it instead of whatever... this is.” You wave a finger at him.

Jungkook’s jaw ticks slightly, and for a moment, you think he’s going to brush you off. Instead, he takes a step closer, “Fine. I don’t like him.”

Your eyes snap to his. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t like him,” Jungkook repeats, slower this time.

"Yes, you do? He's YOUR friend." You're stunned.

"Yeah, well, I don't like him around you." He'd almost seem childish if it weren't for the way he was looking at you. Like a... predator? Not in a creepy way because this was very invited.

Your brain scrambles to process his words but all you can focus on is how it makes you feel. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Jungkook,” you say finally, forcing your voice to stay calm, “you don’t get to have an opinion about that.”

He opens his mouth like he’s about to argue, but you cut him off before he can speak--- “You’re the one who wants this,” you speak a bit quieter, "-but I..." You abruptly stop yourself, biting the inside of your cheek.

"You what?"

You hesitate, but there’s no point in holding back now. “I didn’t want this,” you admit. You could hear your heart pounding. “And I didn’t have a choice, did I? Because if I said no, you would’ve walked away. And I didn’t want that either.”

Jungkook stares at you, his jaw tight and brows furrowed, like he’s holding himself back from saying something he’ll regret.

Jungkook looked genuinely confused, “That’s not fair. You can't put this on me."

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. "I know. I'm not blaming you."

There's another moment of silence.

"I didn’t want to hurt you,” he says finally, his voice was more gentle now, leaning towards apologetic.

You nod.

“Then maybe we shouldn’t have started this,” you could barely get the words out.

“I didn’t think it would get this complicated,” Jungkook admits, almost like he’s talking to himself.

You almost want to ask to be exclusive. Just the two of you. You really needed to retire that kind of wishful thinking.

Jungkook looks away and chugs his drink in a go. You hadn't noticed he even had one.

He avoids looking at you, choosing to observe random partygoers instead. You want to know what he's thinking.

You glance at his hand tucked into his pocket, briefly contemplating grabbing it.

Just when you slyly begin to inch your fingers closer to his, a third hand blocks you. It links itself with Jungkook's. You can only stupidly stare at their arms joined together, while yours hangs awkwardly mid-way.

Floor open. Swallow. Into the ground. Anytime now would be great.

"Jungkook, I'm ready to go. Take me home?" The blonde from earlier begins massaging his shoulder while you stare at the couple, dumbfounded.

Jungkook looked just as confused as you did, "Now?"

She leans in closer to whisper something into his ear, at the same time, allowing her hand to freely rub his chest, letting out a sensual giggle.

It's so obvious what she's trying to do here. Putting on a show just for you. She must see you as threat.

Jungkook briefly pulls away and glances back at the blonde, "Fine. Wait for me by the door?"

Her smile drops a little but she recovers with an exaggerated pout, "I don't know if I can be left unaccompanied any longer. Like five guys have tried to talk to me already. But I told them I'm here with you." She pokes his cheek.

That wasn't a very subtle jab at you and Hoseok.

As much as you want to push her off of Jungkook, you can admit she's not wrong. He's here with her. And the man you came with has left (momentarily or not, he still left the party.)

You don't know what you're doing standing there. There's no need for you to watch them, especially when Jungkook hasn't said a word to you in over five minutes.

Even though your conversation is long from over, it was apparent that nothing was happening today. It makes the most sense for you to walk away from them before you start crying.

Feigning disinterest, you pull your phone up and shoot Hoseok a quick text explaining your absence.

The party spirit has officially been sucked out of you by Jungkook through a giant straw jammed into your skull.

Jungkook's still speaking to his date but you've forcefully tuned them out, thinking about how you're going to take a long hot shower and change into freshly laundered clothes and hop into your comfy bed.

It's only when you abruptly walk away that you hear him call out to you. He sounded almost frantic.

"Is Hoseok back?"

You pause at that, "No, I'm heading back home as well."

"We'll walk you." Jungkook offers. It was more of a statement though.

You consider it just because of how pissed off his date looked. Her smile has been wiped off and she glared at you, daring you to accept Jungkook's offer.

Well, you guess you're both going to be having a bad night now.

"You know what? I'd like that."

note: so like it's my birthday (woohoo 🎉) and this is a little gift from me to you.... 🧍‍♀️

[garciasgirl]

Secret Sunshine | spencer reid x reader ｡𖦹°‧

genre: fluff!!

summary: spencer and reader were childhood best friends, until spencer had to leave. spencer left reader when he went to college and they haven’t spoken in over ten years. one might, at a some random local bar garcia dragged the BAU too, spencer finds someone he wasn’t expecting to ever see again. his sunshine.

content: sunshine!reader, use of y/n, awkward!spencer, but he starts to get more confident slowly? idk, lighthearted teasing, spencer left her, spencer and reader are childhood best friends, nervous!spencer, nervous!readet, bubbly!reader, lots of longing for each other, super fluffy and cute, spencer struggles with being affected by his job, baker!reader

notes: guys this is my first time writing like this please im so so sorry if it’s bad!! pls don’t be mean i will cry

word count: 2.8k

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spencer didn’t often entertain the teams schemes of bringing him out to a club or bar. however, their last case in particular got to him. the details still fresh and relentless in his mind. a case involving children. cases were hard enough, but when it involved children, that came with a different feeling. A stronger one.

Spencer hated how much his job affected him. Especially when he looked at his team members, they never seemed to have any issue. Sure, the pictures could be gruesome and disturbing, which the team were affected by. But Spencer, it wasn’t just the pictures. It was guilt that came along with it. maybe the only downside to an eidetic memory. He could never take his mind off of anything. The cases, the victims, the guilt. What if he could’ve done better? What if he figured things out faster? Would he have saved those victims? Was this his fault? It was eating at him too much, maybe that’s why he agreed to garcia’s team bonding event at a local bar.

“having fun, genius?” Morgan’s familiar teasing tone suddenly appeared. no, he was not. but Penelope was right there, and he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he said anything of the sort in front of her. he settled on “sure, a blast.” spencer wasn’t usually one for sarcasm, but an occasional snippy response happened here and there. “come on, spence..loosen up!! we all are in need of a break.” jj sat down next to him, her smile was warm and her voice kind. the teams teasing was playful and light, it always was. but spencer did not need any more stress, and this environment was starting to feel a lot more overwhelming than expected. too loud, music playing and people shouting over it, too bright, light for every corner yet it was so dark. and way too many people. he just needed a break, just a couple seconds.

“im going to get a drink.” spencer muttered, standing up and making his way to the bar. “uh, just, a sprite please.” he never liked alcohol, spencer liked control. and alcohol came with uncontrollable chaos. spencer lingered at the bar for a couple minutes, at first it was a bit calming. there weren’t many people surrounding him, and the music wasn’t as loud over here. that was until a swarm of people came over to the bar, shouting and practically pushing spencer out of the way. he sighed, a bit annoyed, and grabbed his drink. he returned to the table filled with his coworkers, and sat back down. jj said something to him, he doesn’t respond. he means to, but he just can’t.. his attention was somewhere else. on someone else.

her. those brown curls that bounced with every step. the dimples, you hadn’t changed much since he last saw you. which was, the summer when you both were thirteen. your tan skin glistened under the lights, and the smile stretched onto your face was so familiar, he almost felt pulled to you. he knew he couldn’t go over to you, what if you didn’t remember? but, he could just…look, right?

“Reid? Hello…pretty boy?” Morgan snapped his fingers in Spencer’s face. Spencer shook his head slightly “huh..?” He muttered, not turning his attention away from you. he took a quick glance at morgan, his attention springing back to you almost instantly. Derek laughed at him, “welcome back man, what were you..”

he trails off, following Spencer’s eyes. a low whistle followed by some deep laughter. “well, look at that, pretty boys’s got himself a crush.” Spencer shook himself slightly and cleared his throat. Taking a sip from his drink. “Shut up morgan, I uh..” emily shook her head at him “don’t even try Reid, he is never letting this go.” She was right; but Spencer couldn’t bring himself to care much in that moment. You were in the center of his brain, and you were hard to shake.

He thought this couldn’t get any worse, any more awkward. the moment he noticed you, he felt overwhelmed with nostalgia. Even though he was scared that you would notice him, and how you would respond. he still felt a longing for you. a longing for the person he had considered his home, and the person that he was forced to leave when college came around. the shock from seeing you and the embarrassment from his team, which he knew was coming, was all to much. just enough to make his hand twitch and sweat, which in result, the drink in his hand spilled. not all the way, but just enough to cover the part of the table in front of him. as he scrambled to clean it up, his ears turning pink from his teams teasing, he heard that voice.

you weren’t even talking to him yet, you had walked in the bar with some unfamiliar faces. friends of yours, he assumed. the feelings of embarrassment and nostalgia were pushed down. and the pain of guilt flooded through his system. spencer didn’t mean to leave you. you were, well, everything to him. but college was important to him, and even more important to his mom. he couldn’t say no. losing you was heartbreaking, but you encouraging him to go, that buried him deep into the ground. you were just so kind, so caring. even though Spencer was the only person you ever truly trusted, you told him to move across the country because you wanted him to chase his dreams. he still felt guilty, he still felt like an absolute idiot. maybe it was the creepy staring from both spencer. Or maybe it was the equally creepy staring from his team. but eventually you turned around, and you had noticed him. you had seen Spencer. The man you have been dying to see again since the moment he left. you walked over to him, not meaning to leave your friends behind, but doing it anyway.

“Spencer Reid? that cannot be you!” A warm voice flooded the area Spencer and his team were currently occupying. “y/n, uh..hi..!” He mumbled awkwardly, the teams glance stuck on Spencer, except for morgan, of course. Who was busy ogling over y/n. He did that with every pretty girl, but, y/n was different. Spencer didn’t understand the feelings arising, but he knew he didn’t want morgan looking at you like that for any longer.

laughter, soft and feminine broke out. “Spence, really? We’ve known each other for what? Over ten years? Don’t be so awkward!!” y/n spoke directly towards Spencer, not even acknowledging the rest of his team yet. Morgan nudged Spencer with his shoulder. “Pretty boy, ten years!! You’ve known this gorgeous lady for over ten years and you’re acting like a high school boy?”

“Shut up- morgan! I, I just didn’t expect to see her, okay?” Spencer responded, his voice unsure, which wasn’t common. “You didn’t expect to see me? Seriously spence, am I that forgettable?” You teased lightly. Not in a mean way, but in the childish way you had done all those years ago. “Wait, years? Oh you have some explaining to do!!” Garcias chirpy voice sounded out. The rest of the team, agreeing in hums and yeahs.

“right..” he cleared his throat, again. “Guys, this is y/n, she is, was, a good friend of mine.” despite the sting from his words, y/n smiled politely at everyone, “hi, it’s so nice to meet you all!” you were ushered to sit, by penelope, and you complied, taking the seat next to Spencer. you, feeling uneasy about all of the new faces, stared down at your feet. Spencer watched you, his eyes not ever leaving you. Not even for a second. His eyes were trained on you confidently, but spencer was nervous. His face was flushed, even though it was barely noticeable under the fluorescent bar lights. The team all watched the two of you with knowing eyes, their reactions pleasant to seeing their genius yet awkward Dr. Spencer Reid having such a connection. Morgan seemed the most amused, giving Spencer a playful slap on the back “my man!!” He joked before walking off with penelope.

Spencer had laughed at Derek slightly, but stopped when his eyes finally lingered over you again. he looked at you deeply, his eyes caressing over your features, he couldn’t believed how different you looked. but in a way, you looked the exact same. your hair was just as curly, your eyes bright with that same spark you held when you were young. even though you looked a little different, you still felt the same to spencer. like warmth, like home. spencer must’ve been staring for too long because you had noticed, giving him a small smile, biting her lip hesitatingly before saying.

“hi..sorry for, intruding.” you whispered, a soft, but apologetic smile on your face. for the first time during this entire conversation, spencer smiled. This was a good sign, you believed. At first, when you had sat down, you felt the nerves rush over you. It had been a long time, and even though Spencer was the one who had left. You felt worried that maybe, he wasn’t as fond that you returned as he made it seem. You wanted him to still care about you, and you were worried that the love he had for you may have faded over the years.

“hey, don’t be sorry. im glad to see you.” you had calmed down slightly at his words, spencer wasn’t one to lie unless completely necessary. So you trusted he was being truthful with his words. Even if he wasn’t, to hear them was so enticing, you just wanted him to talk on and on. About whatever, his voice and his words were all you wanted to hear anyway.

Spencer hadn’t realized how much he missed that, the simplicity of it. When life had been so cruel, you had been his escape, a source of light in a house full of shadows. ‘Sunshine,’ he used to call you, but now it felt more like a warning. Maybe, just maybe, you were the one thing that could make him feel like himself again.

And that voice, spencer swears he could hear that voice forever and never get bored. he would dream about you, often. your appearance was vivid, but as the years passed, the familiarity of your voice started to fade. when he finally heard it again, it was like heaven. you always spoke so beautifully. it was purely angelic. everything about you was an angelic. and was spencer glad that you were finally back in front of him, and not just in his dreams.

the smile on your face turned brighter, you took a sip out of your drink. “so..it’s been a while.” You comment, not sure how to start a conversation when the two of you haven’t talk for over 10 years. “sure has, sunshine.”

sunshine. that nickname, spencer used to call you that all the time. he said you were like his own personal piece of sunshine. quite poetic for a thirteen year old boy, but then again, it was spencer. warmth flooded into your cheeks, a soft look of joy and nostalgia filling her eyes.

spencer looked different, his hair was longer, and he looked a lot more mature. even though his outward appearance had changed, spencer was still spencer, and you liked that. when the rest of the team, who had been lingering, dispersed amongst the bar, spencer calmed down.

“what are you doing here anyway, not that im not happy you’re here, but..” you laughed softly and shook your head. “I just started working a new job here, speaking of jobs, you’re finally the fbi agent you dreamed of being!!” you said accidentally, putting a gentle hand on his arm. “im proud of you, spence.” his eyes softened, his other hand placed on top of yours. he gave it a quick squeeze. “thank you, sunshine.” the quick squeeze, the comfort that came with it was almost breaktaking. you hadn’t felt the calmness that spencer’s touch brought in years. feeling it, was almost overwhelming. even though spencer was the one who had initiated the sudden touch, he still felt the warmth flood through him. your hand, even just the simplest connection had almost knocked the wind out of him.

spencer wasn’t sure why he felt so comfortable. After all, you two haven’t seen each other in years. and, as cliche as it might sound, it feels like you two never parted ways. you were always his comfort, a home, in a way. between his absent father, schizophrenic mother, and the torment he suffered in school from his peers, you were always the person he went to. you were his little piece of sunshine. and now that he’s an fbi agent dealing with his own personal demons, maybe that sunshine is just what he needs?

Spencer shakes himself from this thoughts, turning to face you more. he hasn’t take his hand off of yours, and you haven’t made any move to retract your hand. so he keeps it there, resting gently on top of yours. it’s relaxing. Spencer realizes he hasn’t said much so he makes small talk. “new job, you said? what kind of job?” he asks, looking at you. his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. you smile, brightly. a sense of pride shining through. “a bakery!! you know I used to talk about owning one all time!!” spencer does know. you were an amazing baker, and the way you gushed and smiled over your job, almost made spencer feel giddy inside. he grins, a boyish and familiar sight.

“y/n, that’s amazing!! you truly are the best baker I’ve ever known.” you laugh, giving him a serious nod. “oh you bet I am!! so, back to you. big shot fbi agent, hm?” spencer dulls just slightly. but, of course, you notice. you’re about to spill out a string of apologies for even bringing it up but Spencer stops you before you even get the words out. “don’t apologize, it’s just hard. all the..victims, and cases. I used to think I was helping people. But now, it’s almost like im just losing myself more and more.”

your eyes get sad, a sympathetic look on your face. you know Spencer hates being pitied, but you couldn’t help it. “you are helping people. you always have spencer, that’s just the kind of you person you are! but trust me, we all get overwhelmed and we all get lost in things we don’t want to. im here, yeah?” you comfort him with your words, it was always something you were perfect at. you could always solve all of his problems, even for just a moment, with your words.

spencer looks deep in your eyes, for just a moment. “you haven’t changed at all, you know that, sunshine?” he mutters, his voice deep and gravely. you shiver at his tone. you couldn’t say the same for him. “you are completely different, did you know that?” he chuckles, his loose hold on your hand becoming just a bit firmer, his thumb rubbing lazily against the back of your hand. teenage spencer was your everything, but this new, more mature side of him? oh, you could get used to it.

you stir your drink with the straw, looking at him, lingering a bit too long. he was captivating, you felt drawn in by his presence. You weren’t sure if it was the slight buzz from the alcohol, or the adrenaline from seeing him, but you could not take your eyes off of him. obviously, Spencer had noticed. he laughed, the deep noise rumbling in your ears. “Careful there, sunshine. you keep looking at me like that..I might just start thinking im interesting.”

you laugh, Spencer always made you laugh. In every situation, every scenario. “Well we can’t have you grow an ego can we?” You nudge his chest playfully with your hand. Spencer is slightly stunned by the sudden and unexpected touch, but he raises an eyebrow and gives a slow nod.

“I don’t think I can help it..” you mutter.

“Help what?” He questions, looking down at you, his voice low.

“Staring at you.” You say, playing with you drink, a ghost of a smile playing on your lips.

“Good, I didn’t want you to stop anyway.” He plays along, getting bolder as the minutes pass.

you blushed at his words, spencer used to be a shy and awkward boy, and some of that old personality had shown through tonight. but right now, when it was just you and him. spencer was confident, and it was different. a good different. it made you never want to leave him again.

but It was staring to get late, and even though you both didn’t want to. You knew that this was going to have to end soon. But Spencer was determined, he wasn’t letting you go. Not again, not ever. He wouldn’t let it happen.

As the night began to wind down, you glanced at your phone, realizing how late it had gotten. You stood, your chair scraping softly against the floor. “I should probably head out,” you said, a hint of reluctance in your voice.

Spencer stood with you, his hands fidgeting in his pockets. He didn’t want the night to end, not yet.

As you reached for your bag, Spencer hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, his hand brushing lightly against yours. The contact made you pause, your eyes meeting his.

“Y/N…” His voice was quiet but firm, his usual nervousness softened by something deeper. “I don’t want to wait another ten years to see you again.”

The sincerity in his words made your chest tighten. You smiled, warmth flooding your features as you reached up and gently pushed a strand of his longer hair out of his face. “You won’t have to, Spence,” you said softly.

For a moment, it was just the two of you, the noise of the bar fading into the background. Spencer’s lips curled into a rare, boyish grin, the kind you hadn’t seen in years, as you slipped your hand into his.

It wasn’t a grand gesture, but it didn’t need to be. As the two of you walked toward the exit together, his hand still resting in yours, it felt like the first step toward something you’d both been waiting for, even if neither of you realized it until now.

And for Spencer, for the first time in years, the world felt just a little brighter.

[shegotheruby]

WET

SUMMARY: You weren't expecting Lee Jihoon to avoid ALL of your advances. You've practically been throwing yourself at him for years. and now you're roommates. How are you supposed to survive when you're this hot and bothered?

WC: 7.5k

tw: smut /mdni

note: cross posted from my AO3 account (wooziswife)

God. You've got to get yourself under control. It's been two years of living with Kwon Soonyoung, and no matter how many hookups you have with other guys, you can't help but think about one man in particular in the middle of the night. No, not Soonyoung, that's actually disgusting. He's like a brother. It's his best friend you find lingering in your dreams. The infamous Lee Jihoon. Hoshi's bandmate and former roommate.

It all stems from the night you met. You had been hired as a choreographer for one of Seventeen's routines. The night before your first practice Hoshi invited you to a bar under the preface of "getting to know each other as coworkers" You knew it was just an excuse to interact with a woman and drink alcohol, but you let it happen. You even let him introduce you to his friends and shove you into Kim Mingyu's arms. It was there when Jihoon first saw you, grinding on the dance floor against his friend's broad chest. He watched you not-so-subtly rubbing your ass against various men, and you watched him watch you. It was invigorating. You noticed him sitting in the corner, crossing his muscular arms over his chest, clad in a skin-tight black t-shirt. He had black hair that day, barely grazing the tops of his shoulders. His gaze was strong and you knew from the second you laid eyes on him that he was your type. You imagined what he would be like in the bedroom. Probably a giver.

Jihoon, however… he didn't even seem interested. You caught him staring multiple times throughout the evening, but he never came onto you after many invitations to join on the dance floor. You used all of the tricks, glancing over your shoulder at him almost an embarrassing amount of times, but he sat there, unmoving. You started to wonder if he was just a voyeur. How could he stare for so long, but not be interested in taking action? You were basically begging him (nonverbally) to follow you home. From then on, he became your your personal challenge. How can you get this guy into your bed?

***

Years passed and you slept with several of the members. You even had a threesome with Jeonghan and Seungcheol more than once. It was easy for you to seduce men. From freshman year of college you were practiced in the art of the Hang and Bang. You'd invite them over for a movie and before long you were gagging on their cock. You were blessed with a body that curved in all the right places, and you knew how to dress to hint what you were interested in.

Whenever Jihoon came over for game night with the guys, you made sure to wear your shortest shorts. When you stopped by during practice, you would bring snacks for the members, purposefully grazing his fingers when you handed his over. You made sure to make eye contact with him when you were sucking on a sucker or candy. You would send him selfies from the club, when you knew you looked hot. You'd invite him to the movie theater, choosing specifically sexual films. He always turned those invites down.

You made sure to wear red when you accompanied one of the guys to company parties, complete with ruby lipstick. He had a song about it for goodness sake. He had to have known you were coming onto him. You always laughed at Jihoon's jokes, grabbing onto an arm flirtatiously. Lingering a moment longer than normal to admire his biceps. It was an endless spiral of failures. Night after night, month after month, he looked at you like you were just a desperate girl. Just another one of Hoshi's friends. Never giving in to your desires. Maybe you should just give up. It's starting to make you feel bad. It wasn't like you needed Jihoon to pleasure you, you had plenty of fun. Chan gave you hours of head and Mingyu satisfied your submissive side with his dominance. Dokyeom had a rather filthy mouth and Jun knew how to use his dancer hips. The members were, to put it lightly, athletic and well versed in intimacy.

You never spent a night with your roommate, that relationship was different. Not only was Soonyoung one of the few uninterested men, he was in a committed relationship with your cousin. You had introduced them 2 years back, and they immediately hit it off. There were times when seeing them together made your heart swell, and there were times when you wanted to gag at their PDA.

Regardless, you were happy for them and after almost 700 days, you had been waiting for them to propose moving in together. It's not that you wanted to move out of soonyoung's apartment -you loved living there- but it was time. They were spending almost every night at each other's homes anyways. It only made sense to share rent.

...

So here you are, sitting in the living room, jaw almost on the floor when he hit you with a curveball.

"what do you mean?" you stumbled, eyes open wide.

"Come on y/n" Hoshi sighed, grabbing your shoulders, "you've known for a while that I wanted her to move in with me."

"Yes, Soonyoung. that is not the part i'm focusing on here. What do you mean you asked Jihoon if I could move in with him? Are you Stupid!?"

"No. I'm smart! You're both my best friends, and Jihoon is looking for a roommate. I'm not kicking you to the curb without another option! Just move in with him. His complex is nice as fuck and they have a massive pool. I know you're into night swims."

"Hosh i'm like 90% positive that he hates me! We never talk and he always glares at me when we hang out."

"Trust me. Hate is the opposite of what he feels for you, and I've noticed the way you act around him. You’re like…obsessed with him.”

"Say that again and i'll bite your dick off."

"Woah!! Don't threaten mini Soon like that! He didn't do anything to you!"

"Don't refer to your dick like that, it's weird."

"Don't change the subject. Will you please just consider it?"

***

after a lot of arguing, and a lot of persuading, you did consider it. You made the move on a Tuesday afternoon, in the middle of August. It made you nervous at first, to be living with Jihoon. This was the man you had practically been salivating over for years, and now he lived right down the hall. You tried your best to be a good roommate, but it wasn't comfortable like it was with Soonyoung. Where he used to leave dishes in the sink and complain about how clean you were, Jihoon was the opposite. He kept everything in complete order. You never had to take out the trash because he took care of it. The wall of penthouse windows were always perfectly shined and the black leather couch was regularly polished. His bedroom door was always closed but you occasionally heard music coming from inside. It was good. You knew Woozi was a talented producer, but to witness songs that he never released made you feel special, even if you weren't meant to hear them.

Sometimes you came home to the smell of freshly cooked rice or ramen. If he wasn’t cooking, it still smelled nice. He always kept the entry way scented with candles or wall plug ins. It was homey, and you felt yourself wanting him more and more each day. Years of him declining your advances proved that he didn't want anything to do with you, but it didn't help you to live in such close proximity. You washed your clothes with the same detergent, so you closed your eyes at night and imagined he was laying there next to you, embracing you with his strong arms. You occasionally bumped into each other at the gym, and you tried not to stare at him, grunting under the force of bars twice your weight. Tried not to stare at how he looked shirtless.

Whenever you messaged Jihoon, it wasn't an attempt to get him into your bed anymore. Now, it was an attempt to become friends. You needed that level of comfort you used to feel with Soonyoung. You would still bring snacks to practice, but Jihoon's now had a note written on a napkin. "Hope you have a good day" or "see you at home :)." He never mentioned anything, but you did start to see him smiling when you walked into a room. You still wanted him. God you wanted him BAD. But you forced that desire down for the sake of the relationship you had now. You stopped hooking up with the other Seventeen members. You wouldn't be caught dead with a guy in your new place. Never. (Especially not one of Jihoon’s friends. You used to flirt with them in front of him to make him jealous, but that felt wrong now).

***

Life slowly changed. You're not sure when it happened -a few months into your new situation probably- but the friendship did start to grow. You bantered back and forth on a regular basis, and you started eating dinner together on Thursday nights. Instead of running into each other at the gym, you started going to the gym together. He accepted a few invitations to the movies, because you suggested action films instead of romances. He showed you some of his work if you caught him in a good mood, and you came to realize that he allowed bear hugs early in the morning when he hadn't fully woken up. Sometimes after a long dance practice you would help massage some knots out of his neck and he would pay you back by rubbing icy hot on your back after an intense gym day.

It was especially helpful to your relationship when both of your families came down sick during Christmas. You were both supposed to visit home and the fact that you had to change your plans was beyond disappointing. It helped though, that you at least had each other. You could have been stranded alone, but you made the most of it. You got a Christmas tree and learned how to bake your own gingerbread. You sang Christmas carols (off key) and he laughed with crescent shaped eyes as you danced around the living room in pajamas you forced him to match with you.

Your families ended up making the trip to visit you for new years, staying in a hotel down the street. Together you hosted them for a home cooked dinner and it felt domestic. Your sister, of course, knew about your crush on him and spent hours trying to convince you to confess your feelings, but that just wasn’t going to happen. It was still fun though, and you even got everyone involved in a rowdy game of name-that-tune (seventeen edition). You won, on a team with his mom, much to Jihoon’s dismay.

It was nice seeing him get along with your parents and siblings. He wooed your mother with his ability to play piano, and had your brother hooked when he admitted to liking webtoons. They got along with Soonyoung too, but never like this. Whenever you hosted them at the other apartment, they would just question Soonyoung about his relationship with your cousin, trying to convince him to help you find a partner. This time, they spent the trip acting normal. Chatting with Jihoon, but not pressuring you too much.

He was an important person in your life, actually…you think he might have become your favorite person, and you were grateful for Soonyoung. He was looking out for you when he set you up in this situation, and it was turning out great. You loved having a clean roommate, and did enjoy plenty of night swims in the private pool area. You liked having a friend that taught you new things, like how to play the guitar and how to cook. You loved the moments when you laughed until you cried over a stupid video he sent you, and cherished the moments when he comforted you after your grandpa passed away.

There was a time when you were practicing really hard for a choreography job you had landed. It was possibly the largest payout you would see yet, and through the excitement of it, you were nervous. Being the trained dancer he is, Jihoon helped you a lot. He let you try different moves and acted like your test subject as you tried different partner stunts and positions. He even asked you for your opinions on some lyrics he was writing, and of course you thought it was fabulous. You offered up words of encouragement, but included small bits of advice to help him polish up the project.

You had truly become best friends. You knew Jihoon’s secrets, he knew yours (mostly)… and by this point, you had memorized his schedule. He knew yours too. Not much about him surprised you anymore, and you only allowed yourself to think about him sexually when you were alone at night.

***

One evening you came home late, sometime around two or three in the morning. It wasn't a shock to see a low flicker of light coming from under his door, he was usually awake late into the evenings. What was a shock, however, were the sounds you heard. Instead of music or the low muffled anime, you heard moans. Light, airy breaths coming from the man you wanted so badly, pleasuring himself to what you could only assume was pornhub. You had been living together for almost six months at this point, and he had never brought anyone home. You never heard those kinds of noises, and immediately felt the blood rush to your cheeks. It was like you were glued to the floor. This was a personal moment, and you totally shouldn't be listening, but he sounded so heavenly. Images of his muscles flashed in your brain and you sat on the couch, silently listening to him through the wall. Your hand slipped into your leggings almost involuntarily, and you allowed your head to fall back as you masturbated to the sweet sounds of Jihoon coming undone.

It was embarrassing, how turned on you felt from simply hearing him. you circled your fingers around your clit, sliding along your wetness with ease. You opened your eyes to look at the sky through the skylight above you. It was a beautiful night, and you might have let a few of your own moans slip out. Not loud ones, really just heavy breaths if you’re being honest. You dipped your fingers inside your hole and imagined they were his. His fingers are much longer than yours. You’ve thought about him like this more times than you can count…but here…. now… the knowledge that he’s jerking off in the other room sends a rush through your spine. On a normal night you could pleasure yourself for a long time to the thought of his panting, but hearing it for real sent you over the edge quickly. You came hard, harder than you have with just your hands in a long time. You spent a few moments breathing, realizing that his moans had stopped too. You retreated to your room before he had a chance to realize you were eavesdropping.

You tried to sleep. You really did. But the sounds kept replaying in your head. How were you supposed to get over your crush (because let's admit it, your attraction to him had developed into a big, fat, massive crush) when he was consuming your thoughts entirely? You tossed and turned for 45 minutes before changing into a red bikini and leaving the apartment. Swimming at night was a regular occurence, not because you needed more exercise, but because you liked the quiet. You liked the way it helped you clear your mind, and you liked the cool temperature of the water gliding along your skin.

You thought you were quiet, but not quiet enough. Because what you didn't realize was that Jihoon heard you moving around. He heard you come into the apartment an hour before, and he DEFINITELY heard you heavy breathing on the couch. That realization might have helped him reach completion. Maybe he didn't mind. Maybe he did it on purpose. See, if he wanted to be quiet, he could. But after this much time, he felt that he won the game of cat and mouse. You chased him for long enough, and maybe he was finally ready to give in and show you just how much he liked your body. How much he liked YOU.

He waited for a few minutes before changing into his own swim trunks and wandering down to the pool. He knew you well enough to know that's where you would be. You were a few laps in when you stopped for a drink of water. It was then that you looked up to see him sitting on the edge, feet in the water, watching you move. You jerked with a bit of shock and blushed. He wordlessly lowered himself into the water and moved towards you, an expression on his face that you had never seen before.

“I didn’t realize you were awake” You lied. “I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

he continued moving towards you.

“Yes you did” he replied, watching you slowly back away.

You could hear your heart beating out of your chest as your back connected with the nearest wall. He reached you a moment later and, much to your surprise, rested his arms on either side of you, caging you in.

“I think you might have heard me having a private moment” he said, voice deep and sultry.

You tried to object, but your brain short circuited. All you could do was think about his shirtless form standing so close to your barely clothed one. His face looked sexy in the dim lighting, and you couldn’t help but notice how plump his tired lips looked.

He leaned a little closer until those lips were brushing against your ear. “and I think you liked it.”

“Are you accusing me of eavesdropping on your sex moans?”

“You think my moans are sexy?”

it’s like your body is controlling itself at this point as you reach your arms forward, wrapping them around his neck.

“Unfortunately I’ve spent hours dreaming about what your moans sound like, Jihoon.”

“What would you say if I felt the same?” He asked nudging his face against your neck, hands slowly rubbing down your arms, ending with a comfortable place on your hips.

All you can do is stare at him in surprise.

“Do you even know how painful it was to avoid your advances all this time?” he continues. “Every time you wear this my dick gets so hard I have to excuse myself.”

He glances down at your revealing attire, obviously appreciating your boobs. His hands stay still on your hips but his thumb lightly plays with the elastic of your red bottoms.

“So why haven’t you fucked me yet?” you ask. It’s a fair question…you gave him plenty of opportunities.

“Because.” he clicks his tongue. “I saw the way you looked at me the night we met. This has all been a game to you.”

“Is that so bad?” You counter, lightly circling your hands on the nape of his neck.

“Not bad” you see a flicker of amusement in his gaze. “I’ve quite enjoyed watching you throw yourself at me.”

“Ah, so you did notice.” you sigh “I was starting to wonder if you were gay.”

“I noticed every time you ‘dropped’ something right in front of me.” he grabs your ass. “I noticed when you ‘forgot’ a bra.” he nips at your neck. “and I Definitely noticed when you fucked half of my team.”

“Were you jealous?”

“Insanely.”

“Did you wish it was you?” you press.

“Yes”

“Were you thinking about me an hour ago?”

“Maybe.”

“Do you touch yourself often, Hoonie.” You flirt, tilting your head innocently. “Maybe I should give you some help.” You press yourself against his bare chest. voice lowering to almost a whisper, “I have a feeling I’ll feel better than your hand.”

He snaps. Leaning forward and capturing your lips in a frantic kiss, dipping his tongue in like he’s kissed you a thousand times before. Your lips meet in such a perfect way, it’s like they were crafted to fit together by god himself. You lift your hands into his hair, manicured fingers appreciating how soft it is. His hands squeeze at your hips and despite the cool water, you feel like you could burn from the contact.

He kisses you like a man starved. (and maybe he kind of was. You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen him kiss someone). You were already pressed together, but he stepped forward, pinning you even tighter to the wall. he used one hand to lift your chin, opening your mouth wider to him. He wasn’t the tallest guy, but luckily for you, you’re short. You think he likes that about you. The way you’re looking up at him, eyes half lidded as he accelerates the kiss with passion. His mouth tastes like his toothpaste. Minty and fresh, and you’re not surprised. Everything about him is put together. Clean. He is refreshing, and you could stay like this forever. Enjoying this dance. tongues twirling together in perfect synchronization, hands desperately grabbing at whatever they can find purchase on. He smells intoxicating. His cologne perfectly mixing bergamot and cedar wood. You’re suddenly grateful that you tried a new perfume today. What he doesn’t verbalize is the fact that he’s very much enjoying your lavender aroma. Very much enjoying how your mouth tastes sweet, muted remnants of the dessert wine you paired with dinner tonight.

He captures your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging softly and eliciting a stifled moan from you. Men didn’t usually have you moaning before your pants were off, but everything about him is different. Your hands leave his hair in favor of running down his back, appreciating the rippling muscles. The deep valley that runs down the center. His grab both sides of your face, taking complete control of your mind. You really do feel like your brain is short circuiting. He uses this position to tilt your head, mouth leaving yours to kiss a trail down your neck. Your head lasts about two seconds before it drops backwards. Eyes rolling back as you completely give yourself to him, like you always wished you could. His lips are warm, turning your pale complexion a hue of pink. You’re not sure if you even care. Don’t care if he sucks it until you’re bruised purple. You just want him to keep going, it feels so good. So right.

His hands find a new resting place just beneath your breasts, cupping them with palms flat against your ribs. Your skin tingles everywhere. Your fingers continue appreciating his back. You feel him reacting to your touch, slightly twitching whenever you brush him just right. You don’t know how long you stay like that until his lips retreat from your collarbone, meeting yours again with fervor. His tongue guides the kiss, leading you into pure bliss.

A surge of confidence overtakes you and you flip your position so Jihoon is the one with his back pressed against the pool’s edge. You feel him smile against you and can’t contain yourself from smiling too, lightly giggling into his mouth. You continue this dance for some time. Kissing, flipping, marking each others necks with bruises. You’re sucking a generous hickey into the right side of his neck when he suddenly grabs your wrist and tugs you behind him, walking towards the shallow exit of the pool. “We’re going upstairs.”

You gladly follow, towel completely forgotten as he drags you to the elevator. The doors are barely open when he pushes you inside, pressing you against the mirror and hitting the button for the top floor without separating from your lips. You’re both dripping all over the floor but you don’t even slightly find the space to care. You kiss until the doors open and then he’s dragging you again, moving with purpose. Your door is at the end of the hall, and it’s never felt so long to get there. You can’t wait to escape inside so you can appreciate more than just his lips.

Once you reach the apartment, you find yourself being led to a room you’ve never fully entered. HIS room. Sure you’ve stood in the entry way, but he’s never invited you to come in. To see his bathroom. To sit on his bed. You would like to admire it, but now isn’t the time because he is, again, pressing you into the wall with burning hands, sliding down your wet body. He grips your wrists and pins them in a crossed position above your head. You press the back of your head into the hard surface behind you and press your breasts forward, arching into him.

He leans into your ear, voice raspy as he teases, “I’ve had two years to think about what I’m going to do to you.”

He moves quickly. Aggressively. You don’t even have a second to breathe before he’s on his knees, ripping your bottoms down to your ankles. It all happens in one fluid motion, and you gasp at the cool air suddenly surprising your sex. His mouth warms you, tongue licking a long stripe up your core and you really moan this time. completely weak. Your hands are still above your head, briefly frozen in silent command. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, opening your cunt more to him, and you allow your hands to fall, bracing yourself against him to keep from falling over.

“fuck Jihoon” you gasp, looking down at the way he is worshiping you, “feels so good.” you mumble, vision already turning hazy.

His tongue works you like you belong to him. strong, hard licks mixed with quick, stiff entrances into your hole. You reach down to rub your clit but he pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own. He rubs in small circles and uses the other hand to plunge his middle finger into your entrance. You jerk in pleasure and curl your toes. The only thing you can focus on is keeping that one leg up on his shoulder, trying to maintain your composure enough to stand. Your remaining knee feels weak as he plunges a second finger in, never slowing the pace with his mouth. He sucks on your sensitive nub and scissors his fingers, effectively stretching you out for what was inevitably coming soon. He continues gliding in and out, smiling against your folds. his nose rubs that sensitive spot and you moan again and again, gripping his hair.

“So fucking wet, baby” he sighs, warm breath sending chills through your pelvis. You’re practically riding his fingers now, humping into his hand.

“All for you” you whine, grinding harder, faster.

“So needy too.” he answers watching the way you desperately move, body begging for the friction you need.

In one swift motion, he removes his fingers, a teasing smile as your hips chase after him. You grunt in frustration.

You’re not upset for long because he rests them on your thigh and picks up your remaining leg with his other arm, resting it on his other shoulder. He stands up and presses you into the wall, shoving his mouth back into your cunt with renewed intensity. You gasp, arm reaching out for something to grab onto. You settle for the corner of the open doorway, grasping the door frame like your life depends on it. Your other hand is in his hair again.

“Oh my god”

he laughs and continues, fully aware (probably from his friends) that you have a strength kink. You pussy is fluttering, clenching around nothing as he licks hard circles on your clitoris. You peer down with a perfect view of his lips and tongue working you up and down, in a figure eight pattern. He’s testing you, figuring out what feels best, noting your reactions and pleasing you perfectly. You can see his arm muscles tensing as he holds you up, veins prominent and sizable. He moans..no-groans into your core, speeding up even faster. flicking his tongue with speed and precision, hitting your clit again, again, again. The heat pools in your belly and you break, almost seeing stars. “Oh my god. fuck. right there. yes. fuck. I’m close.” Clitoral stimulation has always been a sure way to have you falling apart in minutes, and Jihoon..god he’s good at it. You’re a whimpering mess. You come completely undone with a final flick of his tongue and your moans sound absolutely pornographic. A string of curse words escape your lips and your legs are shaking, threatening to suffocate him. He laps up your juices like a parched man in the desert, proud of himself for pulling those sounds from you.

You assumed he would set you down after your climax, but those ’two years of plans’ thought otherwise. You’re still leaning against the wall, legs spread on each shoulder, cunt pinned against his face. He shifts his hands, which are gripping your ass, slightly so he’s holding even more of your weight. You squeal as he pulls you off of the wall and carries you to his bed, still licking your cum, and dropping you softly on your back.

“Oh my god” you repeat again, dazed. You’re still sensitive to Jihoon’s mouth against your pussy and prop yourself up on an elbow to shove his head away. He doesn’t move though, rather he sucks on your nub again and moves to continue rubbing you with his hand.

“No, i’m too sensitive” you try to shove his head again, half heartedly.

“I want you to squirt” he moans, pushing three fingers back into you, sliding them against your spongy walls. Curling against your G-Spot with perfect accuracy. “Come on baby, give me one more. You can do it.”

You moan, dropping flat on your back, legs opening wider, giving into his desires. His free hand glides up your abdomen, grabbing your breast. You move to untie the sliver of fabric around your neck so you can remove the top, leaving your skin bare to him. His fingers pinch at your nipple, other hand still destroying your cunt. Already feeling another orgasm bubbling up inside, you grip the sheets with white knuckles.

“I still want your dick” you cry, hips grinding into the air against your will. “Want to feel your cock splitting me in half.”

“I love it when you talk dirty” he gasps, speeding up his fingers with a filthy squelching noise. “Do you hear that? Do you hear how fucking soaked you are?”

“Gonna give you what you want” you groan, hips chasing after him, desperately chasing another release. “Gonna squirt because you make me feel so good..fuck”

“Yeah you are” he orders, “You’re gonna come again, and again, all night” he leans in again, blowing heat onto your core. “You’re gonna come for every time you texted me thirst traps” your cheeks flush more (if that’s even possible). “For every time you wore those slutty little clothes on purpose to rile me up” your skin feels like it’s on fire, burning with intense lust and craving, “You’re gonna squirt for me so hard, so intense, that my name will be imprinted on your brain forever.”

You choke on a sob, tears leaking out of your eyes. “I’m gonna come so hard for you Hoonie”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll never want another man” he pushes, “Gonna have you begging for more.”

His voice, the filthy images he’s painting, his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his hand on your nipple, it all snaps together like pieces of a puzzle and you burst. Pure euphoria taking over until you’re squirting all over, in his mouth down his arms, all over his bed. You’ve never squirted so hard in your life. Your body is practically jerking at the waves of pleasure and he rubs your clit, riding you through the sensation.

You collapse, hands finally uncurling from the sheets, knees falling to the side. Jihoon crawls up the bed until he’s laying beside you. He brushes a peice of your wet hair out of your fucked out face and kisses your left temple, followed by your right.

“You did so good” he whispers, reaching to hold your hand. It’s a sweet motion following such a crazed build up.

You allow yourself a few seconds to breathe, eyes falling closed, taking it all in, and then you gather your courage and open them, turning to face him.

“Jihoon”

“Hmm?” He hums, looking at you with shining eyes.

“I’ve wanted you for two years.”

“I know” he replies, “that was obvious to everyone within a 30 mile radius.”

“No I mean i’ve wanted YOU. Like I wanted to fuck you at first, and I slept with other guys to forget about it but I genuinely like you. I want to make love to you and kiss you and be exclusively YOUR girl. and it’s not a game anymore. You’re not some challenge or some joke. I want to do cute shit and date the hell out of you.”

He smiles. He smiles bigger than you’ve ever seen him smile, and he hugs you. He grabs both cheeks with his big, pretty hands and kisses you. Passionately and deeply. He rolls on top of you again and kisses your neck, your collarbone, the spot between your breasts. He plants his arms on either side of you and hovers just above your face.

“I want to date the hell out of you too.”

Now it’s your turn to smile, beaming from ear to ear. You lift up to capture him in another kiss, and you roll him over until you’re the one on top. The confession renewed all of your energy and you realize he still hasn’t been touched.

“In that case” you giggle, raising on your knees to properly straddle him. “As your girlfriend” you rub against his length, feeling it already hard and twitching beneath you. “I better make sure you’re properly satisfied.”

It’s his turn to jerk his hips, bucking them into the air where your body was. You slide down to his waistband, teasing it for a moment before sliding his shorts off. Your eyes are locked with his, purposely building the suspense. You can see his dick pop up in your periphery once the waistband has cleared it, but you keep looking at Jihoon. At his eyes. His pretty, quickly darkening, eyes. Teasing him. You still don’t look, but you grab his length with one hand, pumping once, twice, three times.

“You’re driving me crazy” he sighs, head bobbing on the mattress. “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Me too” you sigh, finally looking at the beautiful dick in front of you. Really…It’s beautiful. It’s long, and slender, and shining with precum. You can hardly contain yourself as you lick a long stripe along the underside, circling around the tip before sucking it into your mouth. If there’s one thing you’re good at. One thing you’re known for…It’s giving mind shattering head.

You don’t give him much warning before you’re hollowing out your cheeks and taking him into the back of your throat, swallowing around him. The feeling of your muscles contracting around him elicits a breathy moan. Just like the ones you heard through the door earlier. You sway your head slightly from side to side until you gag (you don’t have much of a gag reflex, so when you do gag, it’s a sure sign that you’re taking him deep). You’ll do anything to hear that moan again, to hear him falling apart under you.

You rub his balls with your hands while your head bobs up and down along his length, mouth salivating around his hardness. You release at the tip with a loud POP, and gasp for breath, pumping him quickly with your right hand. “Make that sound again” you beg, grinding your, again (?) needy cunt against whatever part of his leg you’re now straddling. He immediately notices your grinding and grabs your hips to stop the movement. “Oh so moaning turns you on, huh?” He questions, head tilting to the side. You lean over, breasts bouncing right in his line of vision. Still pumping his dick, albeit a bit slower now. “Your voice turns me on.” You move to put your mouth on him again and bob your head up and down, hands wrapping around the shaft where you can’t reach, rubbing and twisting. You pull off again to spit on him, and he does as you asked, sighing a muffled “shit.”

Your hands pump him again. “I love it when you moan.” you speed up and increase the pressure, proving your point by pushing another marvelously loud one from his lips. “I love it when you say obscene things.” more pumping “and when you promise me smutty things.” your core is wet again, and Jihoon feels it against his skin where you’re grinding almost involuntarily against him. “I want you to tell me how sexy I am.” you lick around the tip again and shove his dick all the way down your throat, again, gagging. he jerks his hips upward and you hollow out your cheeks again, pulling at his hips to signal that you want him to fuck into your mouth. He seems timid at first, like he’s trying to control himself, but you want him to use you right now. You tap at his hips again and he gets the message, bucking up with more force. He plants his feet flat on the mattress and rests a hand on your head, pushing up, up, up. His breaths are jagged and you clench around nothing when he says “fuck, i’m so lucky.” He snaps his hips again, again, again until he pulls out with a muffled “wait, wait, wait.” You use the moment to catch your breath and look at his face again, his mouth hanging open as he catches his own breath too.

“I’m not ready to finish yet” he says, running a hand through his hair. I don’t want to stop here. He looks at you, a silent plea for more. for something, further.

“I thought you’d never ask” you smile, sitting up and moving so you’re not straddling him anymore. You prop up a pillow by the headboard and lean backwards, opening yourself up to him. “I’m pretty sure I remember you promising that I’d cum all night?” you tease, biting your bottom lip. His gaze turns almost feral as he sits up, and you really admire his chest. The beads of sweat and chlorinated water mixing together in a shine under his lamplit room. He moves towards you swiftly, like an animal and slots himself right where you want him. He rubs his cock against your pussy lips, covering it in your arousal. His lips meet yours in another kiss, tasting himself on your mouth, yet continuing anyway. His tongue dips inside, meeting with yours.

You gasp in surprise when he thrusts into you all at once, balls slapping against you as he bottoms out. You’re still so wet that your arousal provides enough lubrication. The stretch feels so good, but you don’t need time to adjust. “so full” you moan “you can move.”

“taking me so well” he grunts, pulling almost fully out before thrusting in again.

“ugh” you gasp, breasts bouncing in time with his pushes, “so good. so fucking good.” you enunciate “fucking” and his cock twitches inside you. He’s gripping your hips like a lifeline and leans forward to suck on your neck. At least he tries to suck on your neck. Really he’s just panting and breathing hard right into your ear, it’s everything for you. The feeling of his breath has you arching your back. His right hand leaves your hip to find your own hand, linking your fingers together out to the side. He’s pinning your hand into the mattress as his left hand holds up the majority of his weight. He glides into you at a vigorous pace, and you know you don’t have long. “harder. faster. more.” you find yourself begging.

He is happy to oblige, flipping you over on all fours, and pushing you down until you’re arching into the mattress, weight on your elbows. He plunges into you from behind, hitting a spot you’re not sure anyone has really hit before. he reaches around you, hand circling your clit as he pounds into you, hips snapping with athleticism and strength. Your legs are shaking harder now, and you’re sure you’ll collapse at any moment. his hand is circling harder, and you know he’s close too.

“where do you want it” he pants, gripping your hips again.

“Inside. Please” you gasp, rutting back into him, chasing that final high like an animal.

“Okay” he answers, pulling you up until your back is flat against his chest. you’re bouncing on his dick with fervor when you feel him release, long strings of sticky white painting your walls. He keeps circling you, working you through your own orgasm that hit at the same exact moment. You release your head back, laying against his shoulder, grasping at your breasts for some semblance of reality. Walls clenching around him, milking him dry. You look down to see a white ring around his dick, plugging up your entrance. You smile at the intimate position before you both collapse forward, his dick sliding out of you in the process. You’re panting together, chests rising and falling as your vision slowly returns to normal.

You lay there for a few minutes, wrapped up in each others arms, the only sounds coming from the fan in the corner. You eventually shiver and he feels it, pulling you in closer against his chest.

“I can’t believe you’re real” he mumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re real and I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“you softly kiss the back of his hand before resting yours on top of his. “I could have been yours a lot sooner, you know.”

“I know. I was dumb. I’m sorry.”

“you twist in his arms until you’re facing each other.

“do you accept this mind blowing sex as an apology?” He questions, eyebrows raised.

“Yes” you giggle, pecking him on the lips. “but you’ll have to apologize again if you don’t come take a shower with me right now.” you shiver again, now realizing that you never dried off from the pool.

“Yes ma’am” he says, lifting your body up with his. Stay here, I’ll get it ready.

You cross your legs and lean back on your arms, smiling as he retreats into his en suite bathroom. You hear him humming to himself as he turns the water on, and wait until he comes back to get you. He picks you up in a bear hug and you wrap your legs around him koala style as he walks you to the shower, only setting you down once you were being wrapped in the warm droplets of steam. He washes you off, paying special attention to his favorite spots, eliciting giggles from you here and there. He washes your hair and tickles your back with soft passes of his fingers. He half hums/ half sings to you, and you lean against him, eyes heavy with pure bliss.

You’re not sure how long you stayed there, hugging each other under the warmth of the water, but eventually the temperature felt lukewarm, and you decided to get out. He wrapped you in a towel first, helping dry your hair before drying himself and wrapping one around his waist. He changed into a grey pair of sweat pants and (like a little gift to you, no shirt). before grabbing the sheets and announcing that you should go change while he throws them in the washing machine. You padded across the apartment to your room, applying lotion to your legs before slipping on your own pear of sweats. You didn’t get the chance to put on a shirt before he entered carrying one of his own. You raised your arms for him as he slid it over your head and you smiled at the fact that he wanted to share. The cotton was soft and you were on cloud 9 as you both slipped into your bed together, turning off the lamp and cuddling. He was on his back and you on your side, curled into him with a leg wrapped across his. You whispered sweet nothings into each others ears, giggling like teenagers until you drifted off into a sweet slumber. The last thing you heard before falling into sleep was a distant “I love you.”

and you just might have mumbled it back.

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[boba-pearl-writes]

1/23/25 - guillotine - word count: 746 - @rosekillermicrofic

Evan groaned into his cup of hot chocolate, rueing the day he decided to go to the club.

He’d gone to the club for two purposes- to have fun and to forget about his ex. Pandora had suggested the idea, but as she had a date night with Lily, she’d declined to go with him. 

Evan had seen a jaw-droppingly handsome man who had said one sentence to him and never looked at him all night, then gotten black out drunk when the man left because, fuck it, he wasn’t going to deal with a crush right this second.

But his mind kept wandering to the guy. He’d had gorgeous black hair with green highlights, sharp cheekbones, a killer fashion sense, tattoos and piercings all over, and-

“Guillotine earrings, Pan! Guillotine earrings!” Evan sighed. “He looked so good. I’m probably never going to see him again.”

And now he was twice as heartbroken and with a horrible hangover.

What an amazing Saturday morning.

“Ev, you don’t know that. I mean, he probably lives in the city and-”

“With my luck? Yeah, right.”

The bell to the front door of the coffee shop rang, signaling that someone was entering. Pandora and Evan didn’t look up, as this was a fairly busy coffee shop. The people quickly ordered their drinks, and chose the table right next to theirs. Evan dropped his head near his hot chocolate, sighing in relief as the steam from the open cup blew into his face.

“Reg, you don’t understand. He was fuckin’ beautiful.” That voice sounded a bit familiar

“I think I understand, Barty. You’ve talked about him for what- five times today? It’s barely ten.”

Evan didn’t mean to eavesdrop on the conversation, but Pandora had pulled out her phone and was presumably texting Lily, going by the blush on her face. It was adorable how flustered they were around each other, even having dated for a year already.

“If you saw him, you’d understand. He was- Reg, he- oh.”

“What?”

“He’s right there.” 

Now, Evan looked up, surprised, and made eye contact with very familiar eyes. Very familiar blue grey eyes that Evan was pretty sure he could drown in and never want to come out of.

Oh.

Fuck.

That was the guy from the bar. Evan sat there, almost mesmerized, as the guy got up and walked over to him. He plopped down in the chair next to him. “Hey, gorgeous,” he said, with a crooked smile.

“Hey, yourself,” Evan breathed out. He heard Pandora stifle a laugh, but he didn’t really care. The guy - Barty - leaned closer to him and spoke again.

“This might be a bit forward, but could I have your number?”

“I don’t mind… yeah.”

“Brilliant.”

After they’d exchanged numbers, Barty got up from the seat, mouthed ‘call me,’ and went back to his own table, where his friend was sitting, looking unimpressed. He turned back to Pandora, still convinced he might’ve been hallucinating. Pandora was looking at him with an amused expression.

“Was I dreaming?”

“All real,” Pandora reassured him.

-x-

“Hey, gorgeous,” Barty whispered, turning to him, as they stood on the beach, hand in hand. Evan grinned and turned to him, taking in his boyfriend and everything he loved about him- his hair that was a bit more outgrown than it was a few years ago, his beautiful gray blue eyes, and, of course, those familiar guillotine earrings.

“Hey, yourself,” he whispered back, and Barty smiled, something soft and full of adoration. Evan’s heart melted.

“This might be a bit forward, but-” Barty dropped to one knee “-Evan Rosier, you are the love of my life. My Rosie, so would you do me the honor and marry me?” Evan was pretty sure he was holding his breath. He looked at the ring, and then again at Barty’s face.

“Yeah. Yes. Yeah, Bee, yes,” he said, pretty sure he was either hallucinating or hysterical.

Barty let out a laugh and stood up to kiss him, then slid the ring onto his finger. The ring was silver, with an emerald right in the center. It was perfect. “Am I dreaming?” He whispered into the night air.

His fiance - fiance! -  laughed again and leaned in for another kiss. Right there, a new ring on his finger, under the sunset, with his favorite person in the world, he didn’t need someone to reassure him that he was, in fact, not dreaming.

It felt beautiful, alive- real.

Perfect.

[5targh0st]

NUMBER ONE GIRL

54. everybody wants you (written)

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Karaoke sounded like a good idea, but seeing all these strangers staring at the bunch of drunk assholes who just arrived makes you have second thoughts about it. Different from other karaoke places you've been to, this seems more like a club. There are private rooms but they're too small and where's the fun in that anyway.

"Let's sing 'ME!'!" Beomgyu rakes your hand and basically drags you across the room to get to the improvised stage.

Your brain is foggy and you know you're gonna regret all of this tomorrow, but right now you're having fun. Just for tonight, Beomgyu is your bestie and your friends get along. Moreover, Yeonjun and Minho are still having the time of their lives taking shots and laughing with each other. This is almost too good to be true.

Beomgyu's voice is surprisingly alluring, even when he's drunk. You're dancing and screaming and it's just so fun.

"And you can't spell awesome without me!" You hear your friends sing along while you're both jumping around.

You don't even notice Yeonjun's eyes following your every move and his dorky smile that makes his eyes almost disappear.

"Listen to me!" Minho screams at him and they go back to whatever argument they were having.

Drink after drink, and song after song, the fun seems to be never ending. Yeji is having the time of her life with Felix and even Karina is having a few drinks with Lia. You really hope they end up dating or something, Karina deserves to be happy.

Yeonjun is just being his clingy self and it's been an hour since he decided you need to be in his arms at all times. Not that you're complaining. It's actually nice being with him after spending so much time with your friends. You love your friends, but you also love just existing with Yeonjun.

It's almost 4:00 am and the place is even more crowded than when you first arrived. Some of your friends are nowhere to be seen and a bunch of them are taking shots at the bar.

"You're having fun?" Yeonjun is so tender and soft, caressing your cheek as if you're made of glass and dragging his words cause he's just so drunk.

"I think you're the one having fun," you laugh and he just whines.

Not too far from there, Minho is drunk as hell and just complaining about everything to Chan. He keeps staring at you and wishing he was the one making you laugh right now.

"He's an idiot!" He says for the eleventh time.

Chan just keeps rolling his eyes at him. "You said you were gonna step aside."

"But I don't want to, why does he get the girl? It's not fair." He's just being childish and maybe even a little selfish.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Chan is so done with this conversation.

"Something remarkable!"

Out of everyone in here, Minho is the last person anyone would expect to walk up to the stage and type the name of some mystery song.

"Cam I have your attention, please?" He sounds drunk and some people cheer, they're as drunk as him. "So, it has come to my attention that some shit is just not fair. Like I don't get it. I was there first and sure I messed up but it wasn't so bad. This doesn't make sense, but whatever. Fuck you, Yeonjun."

Some people laugh, even Yeonjun does, but a lot of smiles falter when the song starts.

"Oh my fucking god!" Beomgyu is almost hyperventilating in the background.

"Gleaming, twinkling..." Even when drunk, Minho's voice is sweet and surprisingly soothing.

Yeonjun smiles and even sings along. You're also having fun until you make eye contact with Minho and he doesn't look away. He's been looking at you since he got on that stage, he's been looking at you the whole night and you're now uncomfortably aware of it.

You take another shot and look away from him. It doesn't make sense. He's your friend, he's not singing about you.

The song ends and before Minho gets to say anything, Chan snatches the mic and makes a joke about having to pay Minho. Of course, it was a bet, you relax at the thought and go back to having fun with your boyfriend.

However, someone on the sidelines doesn't seem so convinced.

"This is gonna be a fucking mess..."

notes:

I'm really really really sorry for making you wait so much for the update 😭 (stuff came up and I was super busy but I think everything is falling into place so you won't have to wait as much for the next part)

made a mistake and forgot to add something but it's all done now 😅

Minho is drunk af

Chan is a real one

and I'm so in love with yn and jun (I almost feel bad for what's gonna happen in the near future)

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[silkenwinger]

cherry

mdni. one sided enemies to lovers (?) konig x reader. part one and part two.

It’s a slight vibration at first. Then a wave, moving you up and down, like you’re a little boat at sea. A roar in your ear, mythical deep monsters reclaiming their lands… and you’re a sailor, fighting for your life…

Jolting a bit, you feel the soft touch of König’s chest hair petting your cheek. Your leg tingles in bitter ache: it’s being crushed by his heavier one. You must have fallen asleep after all, and so has König, who’s boorishly snoring without a care in the world. Huffing, you make to stand up, but his arm around your waist is holding you with static force. You wonder how he can still be so strong in his sleep… but you don’t care. You move his arm away and stand up to go clean yourself.

When you return from the bathroom, still naked, he’s waiting for you with his hands folded in his lap, his lower body covered by the sheet, while his chest glistens a bit in the warm light. Your lip quirks up in amusement at his pose, which only gets straighter when you walk in. But before you let him go, there’s one thing you need some clarifications about.

“About tomorrow. You’re sure it’s a good idea?” You break the silence to argue about work. It’s the least embarrassing topic you know you can talk to him about. And because he’s technically your superior, you feel like you’re evening the field a bit. You’re not comfortable talking him down all the time.

“Hmm,” ponders König, bright eyes never leaving you– so different from his usual twitchy gazes. It’s a bit weird to have a conversation with his face unmasked, but you don’t dislike it. “I have my doubts as well. But there are ways to go around if it goes to shit. You and the others stay next to me.” His tone is even and rational, as his actions tend to be. Then he smiles a bit and taps the (small) space next to him on the bed, as if to say, come lay here with me again.

“We will,” you tell him, and make over to lean towards him. He grabs your elbows very gently, and you lower your head to kiss him on his cheek, the stubble making your lips quirk a bit. You sneak another kiss on the corner of his mouth, before your mouth crawls to his ear. 

“Now go away. I need to sleep comfortably.”

The morning after you’re grumpy only because you’re doing something you wish you weren’t doing. The cold buzzes on your skin, and the chatter coming from the other team is unbearable as you wait on the tarmac for your helo to arrive. You’re arguing with Roze about the construction of a new wing in base– It’s been months and they’ve built one room. One! and Would you rather they worked all day so that you couldn’t have one moment of peace? when you’re interrupted.

“Hey,” you hear a voice. It’s one of the dudes from the other team. You think his name is Vern? Vernon? Vermont? You don’t know and you don’t care. He’s tall (shorter than König) and brunette. Nothing special about him, his face the normal kind of handsome. The American patch flag shines on his arm. If you weren’t used to cataloguing everyone you see around more than once, you probably wouldn’t even recognize him as someone you work in the same facility with.

You look around to see if he’s addressing all of you, or someone else in your team, but his expression is fixated on you. Unnerved and annoyed already, you make a hum of assent to let him know you’re listening to him.

“You guys alright with following our lead then?” He asks smugly, as if you’re talking about dive bars for the night and not potentially deadly missions.

“Sure. We are here, aren’t we?” You try to reply as neutrally as possible, failing. One day is not enough for you to get over it. A month would be still pushing it, seeing how your entire squad’s judgement was ignored and belittled.

“Ouch, kitten. I promise we’re good enough. Stick to my side and it will be fun,” he winks.

A pin could drop right now on the tarmac and it would be heard by everyone. Speechless, you turn your head to glance at Roze. The look you exchange could substitute thousands of words. In the corner of your mind, you acknowledge König and Horangi are there as well, but you can’t really elaborate their reaction, as furious as you are.

You blink and start smiling the coldest smile you own.

“How generous of you, putting us neatly in the enemy sniper’s line of sight. Any other innovative ideas to share with us?”

He laughs, a croaking sound. Well, for being a shithead he��s at least aware of the stupid game he plays.

“Oh, you’re a fiery one,” he chuckles, “I like that…”

His words almost make you gag. Turning away with a visible expression of disgust, you don’t have to dismiss him furthermore because the helo is finally there.

You take a seat right next to König. To entertain yourself (but also, maybe, to find some reassurance) you nudge him with your leg. He barely acknowledges you, to your displeasure. Frowning, you nudge him harder. At last, he turns to you, silent. His eyes look a bit empty.

“You in the zone already?” You search his eyes, but find them dull in all their lovely colour.

“Maybe.” He just says, voice unaffected.

“Maybe…?” You raise an eyebrow. You don’t exactly enjoy the thought of your leader in an armed mission being absent minded. 

Oddly still, König only moves to check your helmet’s resistance, and doesn’t speak to you anymore for the rest of the journey. Is this same man who would literally endure being insulted just to have a chance to exchange words with you?

–

Predictably, Novik isn’t there. What is there, instead, are at least two snipers and other jolly friends looking to kill you. Friends with explosives.

The landscape is so confusing that at some point, you get separated from your squad, no longer seeing König and the others in your view range. You turn instead to see the other operative that bothered you this morning, and recoil at his arm pointing to another exit. Thinking he’s indicating the rest of your squad to you, you rush to the exit, but just narrowly duck enough to dodge the shot coming from outside the window. Peeking, you try to shoot back at your assaulter, but you are unsuccessful. Growing increasingly frustrated, you try to look for another way, perhaps running up the stairs and shooting at them from a higher point– but you don’t have to do anything, because a shot rings from your right and kills the man who was shooting at you. 

Turning your head, you see that König (and him alone) has made his way to you. 

“Are you hit?” He asks, and you shake your head as well as saying no. Then a big hand makes his way to you and grabs you by the shoulder, and you’re ushered out of the building. 

It turns out today’s mission is, well, a failure. None of the objectives were accomplished. You will gloat about it when you’re not covered in dust anymore.

On the helo, you’re busy recollecting the day’s struggles as you clean your face with a wet tissue. You’re glad to see everyone is mostly alright besides the lieutenant of the other squad, who got shot in the arm. He’s alive though. You feel a hand posing itself on your shoulder, but instead of being Roze’s or König’s, it’s someone else’s. 

“You good? I saw you were almost hit,” asks What’s his name, and the only reason you don’t spit in his face is because you’re too physically tired.

“Yeah,” you just say and turn away from him, unwilling to play nice. It’s not like it’s his fault, he didn’t separate you himself. But still. You’re undone. Kaput.  

“I wanted to ask you, do you want to get a drink or two–”

“Listen, man,” you immediately interrupt him, “I just got almost blown up to bits. My last wish on earth right now is to talk about getting a drink with you. Consider this your last chance to back off before I tell you to go fuck yourself.”

The whole plane makes a oooohhh sound which makes you cringe; you hadn’t realized your voice was this loud. What’s his name pales considerably but, all things considered, backs up quickly and with not too much resistance. Maybe he has a chance… to get with someone else and not you. You steal a brief glance at König, your ever loyal subject, but he’s not even looking in your direction. 

Everything goes as usual. You land, you rest a bit, and then it’s time for the hangout with the squad– maybe the best part of this job. Everytime you and the guys finish an assignment, it’s time for some well deserved leisure time. Usually it just means going to the bar, picking someone if one so desires… Well, you don’t have that problem anymore. 

But when you show up to the usual spot, only Roze and Horangi are there.

“Where is König?” You ask Horangi. They’re like, best friends or something, after all. 

“No idea,” is what Horangi tells you, but you feel an undercurrent of something a bit more insidious. A hidden question that sounds suspiciously like what did you do?

You send König a small text, just asking him where he is, but it goes unread. A bit confused, the three of you go for drinks anyway. It’s fun, for sure, but… his presence is missed. Who else is going to assure you and Roze don’t get accosted by anyone you don’t want to just by existing? Who will start debates over the quality of the beers with the barman? Who will get some liquid courage from the alcohol and will chance his luck at putting his hand on your back? Well, someone might, but he won’t be the one you want.

Two days pass. Besides the briefing, which lasted only an hour, you don’t see König at all. Roze tells you she sees flashes of him in the rooms she enters, but that he quickly leaves them after greeting her. Almost as if he doesn’t want her telling you where he is. You’re between assignments, which is what tends to happen when the normal course gets redirected by an obvious fucking red herring. But still… where is he?

Four days pass, and you still haven’t had a conversation with König. Not even about the weather. Horangi must know what is up with him. But when asked, he just shrugs. You no longer feel accusing vibes from him. Maybe König’s had something happen back home, and he can’t get leave so he’s just spending time alone. Maybe he’s working on a personalized new weapon. Maybe… he found someone else and is ghosting you. The last hypothesis is so aggravating you ditch it immediately. You will get to the bottom of this.

You start to stalk him. What? It’s only natural. He’s quite talented himself to avoid you continuously. Is he the only one allowed to have creepy approaches? 

You discard your usual routine to follow him from a distance. He’s not exactly loseable in a crowd, so you just pick a place you know you will see him at– morning call– and track his movements from there. Because you will know he will leave if he has to confront your anger in public, you will have to corner him in a place where there’s only the two of you. And what if you’ve paid some privates to track him as well, who minds? 

Weirdly, you notice, he retires to his room for hours in the afternoon, and doesn’t go to the gym. That is quite odd, because König is very particular about his workout routine, and will internally freak out about not finding his usual machines free for his use. Despite his dorkiness, he is very much respected in this force. If someone takes his spot in his preferred hours, they’re usually new or on a lean.  

This detail is very suspicious, to the point where you investigate yourself. When you walk to the gym it’s already late at night, and you already regret the decision thinking of the morning after. Everything has been put in order, but whoever has been there in the last hour didn’t think of drying their water spills. Casually, near the lat machine…

When you enter the male dressing rooms, you start praying to someone, anyone, that you’re not walking on anyone else but him changing. You wouldn’t know how to explain your presence.

But there he is. Still putting his black compression shirt on, hood already on his head. Alone. He hears your footsteps getting closer now that you’re not concealing them anymore. His bag is on a long bench, his shoes still unchanged. You glare at his wide eyed expression, frown tugging at your lip. He looks delectable.

You walk fast to stand right in front of him, as much in his face as you can be.

“What the hell is going on?” You start, not even pretending to be calm. He looks down, guiltily, but doesn’t answer. You stand in front of him, arms crossed. Still nothing.

“Hmm? Did I do something wrong? Was it about work? I don’t-”

“That one soldier,” he says simply, and your eyebrows scrunch.

“What other soldier?”

“The American one… With the shiny hair.” 

Oh, the waste of air. But what is he even on about…

“You told him the same things you told me… I thought you were on your way to replace me.” He says sadly, and nothing in his tone suggests he doesn’t believe one hundred percent in what he is saying. It’s mindblowing to you that he could read your interactions with V fuckface as anything but unwanted advances and consequential refusal, but it’s not like your thing with him started in a traditional way, either. 

“That’s not even tru- alright,” you start and stop yourself. What König needs isn’t a debate right now: and neither do you, after almost a week of not even getting to talk with him.

“You two couldn’t be further away from each other,” you sigh. “König, you are the exception. I don’t actually like all men I insult. He wouldn’t be good for cleaning your shoes.” Unaware, you don’t realize you’ve said it until you make eye contact with König again and his gaze is suspiciously wet.

“You… you…”

“Oh, come off it,” you scorn, more embarrassed than you’d like. “Don’t cry now. I have to remind you who you belong to, since you seem to have forgotten.” You glare at him, grabbing him from his waist. He follows your lead as you bring him to the bench. Briefly, you cringe at doing this here of all places, but a quick intervention is needed.

“You think I would just go with anyone?” You ask him, as you sink to your knees in front of him. His left leg bounces nervously in quick succession.

“No! I never said that!” He stutters when you gently force his legs to open so you can settle in the middle of them.

“And what if I do, huh? You have a problem with women sleeping with who they want?” His pupils look huge from the ground. And also very panicked. His breath comes in big gulps. Speaking of huge things…

“I’m just messing with you, big boy. And by the way, don’t think I’m blind,” you laugh bitterly, “I see that one secretary that always hangs around you. She wants you bad,” you snarl, unbuckling his belt. He shivers, the cut of his abs exposed to the gym air riddled with goosebumps. His bulge looks appetizing to say the least. You hadn’t really metabolized the irritation you felt at seeing that woman flirt with König before. Out of nothing, you’d thought Ugh! Who would try to get with him of all people?

How the turntables…

“But she doesn’t quite get you, does she.” You spread your hands open on his upper thighs, thumbs brushing the slightest against his crotch.

“No… she’s nice, but…”

“But you don’t want nice. Very obvious to me,” you gloat, as if you didn’t discover this side of König yourself like a month ago. To be fair, it’s not exactly a given that he’d be a submissive, especially due to his job. Lucky you!

“Choose something weird to say if you want to stop.”

“Huh?”

You roll your eyes.

“Choose a safeword, you dummy. So if you don’t like what I’m doing to you I will stop.”

“Ehm,” he looks up a bit, “cornflake.”

You stifle a laugh, but sober up real quick. What is wrong with you? It’s not even funny!

You must have missed him an awful lot.

“Alright. Say cornflake if you need,” you tell him, and finally, finally, take his dick out of his boxers. It’s a bit scary from this limited distance, but you like its shape. He’s long with a nice girth about it, and veins that bulge noticeably. You spit on the palm of your hand to start stroking it.

Immediately, König jumps. You wish you could see his whole face, but having sex with him being masked still has its appeal. That’s how you found yourself originally attracted to him, after all.

Rubbing him up and down, you keep your touch light for now, only squeezing the lightest amount. The pad of your thumb comes to brush his slit, and he moans quite loudly. You immediately take your hand to the base of his cock and squeeze.

“Are you crazy? We are in public, you freak! Contain yourself.” You order him.

You don’t really give a shit. It’s three am. Whoever shows up is probably trying to have sex too.

“Y-Yes.” His feet move, a seismic wave; it’s never been more evident he could buck you off him any moment, any time. Would he, though?

“Good. I didn’t like you avoiding me… Felt like you were disobeying me,” you tell him, leaning your cheek against his thigh as you play around. 

“And you saved me again back then! I wanted to reward you…” You make big eyes at him, and he sighs a long suffering exhale of air, like he too wanted to be rewarded for that. For feeling sorry, you start to lick him, small ones at first, tasting the territory. Finding his restraint impressive– not a peep was heard–  you take the whole head in your mouth. The good streak is interrupted by König whimpering your name. Releasing him with a pop, you pout at him from under. Meanly, you pinch his balls, which has him jumping again but surprisingly not making a sound. Satisfied, you take him into your mouth again, this time starting a real pace, your cheeks hollowed. In the corner of your eye, you can see his left hand leaving his side. Intrigued to see what he will do, you don’t tell him off immediately. To your joy, he doesn’t press you to deepthroat him any more than you’re doing right now, but instead chooses to pet your hair.

That’s so sweet, you could almost cry.

“You’re so nice, König… why would you deprive yourself of this?” You tut, stroking his cock, and you feel his fingers in your hair clamp a bit. He looks at you a bit coyly, maybe unsure whether he can speak or not.

“You won’t do that to me again, will you?” You ask, your hand now running up and down his dick in a frantic way.

“N-No! I won’t!” König cries out, pleading expression visible from the holes in his mask, and you smile in satisfaction. He’s getting there.

“Good,” you just say, and open your mouth again to finish him off. You can feel him twitch inside your mouth before he tugs at your hair a bit to warn you. But you just take him deeper– it’s a struggle, but you manage to somehow not make too much of a mess. And he’s courteous enough not to push too much of himself against you as he cums.

You come up for hair, cleaning the corner of your mouth with the back of your finger. König is panting, his chest moving up and down and his head hanging low. Without thinking, you raise yourself up a bit and move König’s hood to kiss him. He makes a surprised sound, maybe at tasting himself on your lips, but then eases into it. Melts like fresh snow.

“Do you want me to-” he starts when you break the kiss, still breathing heavily, but you shake your head. This was the most thoughtful head you’ve ever given in your life, and you want to sit with it for a bit. You get up, patting his thigh, and make for the tissue dispenser.

“Sorry for ambushing you.” You tell him simply as you clean off what you didn’t get in your mouth. He just stares at you. Put in the spot, you shuffle a bit on your feet before sitting next to him on the bench. Your arms brush. 

“I’m sorry for avoiding you. I just felt–” he interrupts himself, then reassures himself and begins again, “Like I was useless. I thought maybe I could try to talk to you again when I was fitter. Or something.” He scratches his head from over the hood. You could laugh at the idea that König of all people isn’t fit enough, but that’s not how insecurities work. So, for both his and your sake, you will be honest and communicative. 

“Don’t run away from me. When you have a problem with me, you tell me, okay? Like I did to you that time.”

“Yes. I’m sorry,” he apologizes. You take his face into both of your hands and cradle it softly. You giggle at the impression of his traits behind the cotton mask. Those faded tear stains on it… you could have made fun of them before, but now they make you more sad than anything. The gentle giant, always abandoned and mistreated, scary enough to terrorize many, but secretly weeping on his own… you would keep him by your side now. You release his face.

“If you want, we could be exclusive. Would you like that?” You ask him, pointedly looking at the ground and not him.

“Like… we’d be together? Romantically?”

That’s not what being exclusive exclusively means, but… whatever.

“Sure. I don’t know how KorTac takes these things though, so let’s not be too explicit with it- ough!” The wind is knocked out of your lungs as König gets you in an embrace so tight, it’s a wonder you’re even breathing at all. You’ve been shifted on his lap, and your face is covered by his green mask, and he smells like cleanliness but also like him.

“Yes. I want that.” He only says, his hand massaging your arm, his forehead on yours.

“Cool.” You mutter, a bit embarrassed by his earnest stare. You don’t even have a blanket to hide in.

“Very cool…” He says, and the sappiness covers you from head to toes.

—

Later, in his room, you speak your mind.

“Secondly, König, now that we are chill, I literally told him to go fuck himself. I never told you that, have I?” You lean on your side on the (still too small) bed as you regard him, now relaxed.

“You have implied it,” he simply says, not sounding particularly sad about it as he repeatedly brushes his fingers on his chest.

“That was your own insecurity speaking,” you wiggle your finger in his eyes. “I had something I coined as “stupidness aggression” towards you. It’s been resolved though. Now it’s only cuteness aggression,” you finish, pinching his cheek between your index and your thumb. He lets out a cute ouch with the biggest smile on his face.

[wannabanauthor]

My Night ADHD Brain wants to write a check that my Day ADHD Brain can't cash

So on my drive home from work, I was thinking about that coworkers with benefits outline post for BuckTommy from a few days ago, and I think I actually want to write it.

It would be so much fun to see how they go from meeting to fucking in the span of a week. Especially with Tommy still being closeted and Buck not even knowing he's into men.

You know the hate sex would be so much fun to write. Well, not hate, more like "you're annoying as fuck" Tommy vs "you're wound too tight" Buck.

But before I even start, I need to look up a fire station layount/blueprint because I do not want to use the same sex locations as those in Sick With It by Mellow Yellow. I just need to find more creative places for them to fuck, if it even happens in the fire station.

It could be in a bar parking lot, or in a car, or even in the locker room. I could see Buck jacking Tommy off in the locker room in a race against time for the other crew's shift. Hell, he'd probably join Tommy in the showers for a quick blowjob while Tommy is struggling to keep quiet. Maybe they almost get caught hooking up on shift, so Tommy refuses to put out at work, so they have to make more of an effort to keep their little fling going.

Oooh, even better: introducing Eddie as their platonic friend well into their affair, and they get even more jealous of each other because they both like being Eddie's friend but also suspect the other of being interested in Eddie, but neither of them are.

Maybe at Eddie's House Warming Party, they have a minor spat, and they manage to sneak off and talk it out, and maybe Hen or Chimney walks in on them kissing.

And since both of them are talented and creative, I see their sex life as very varied and fun. Tommy loves muffling Buck's moans so they don't get caught, and Buck loves the thrill of almost getting caught. Maybe things change for them when they start hooking up primarily in each others' residences, and feelings kind of grow from there because it's much more intimate. Maybe they avoid beds for the longest, but eventually give in after a tiring shift, and they accidentally fall asleep together in Tommy's bed.

Neither one of them wants to admit how nice it is to wake up in bed next to each other, so they kind of start self-sabotaging to avoid thinking about how fond of each other they're becoming.

But Tommy can't help but become nicer to Buck during work, and they're often seen smiling at each other, talking, lauging, etc. Some of the FireFam are perplexed on how they went from arguing to being friends.

So when they start having real feelings for each other, they both can't handle it, so they start bickering and one day they both just snap and have a full on fight yelling at each other in front of everyone.

I'm really trying my best not to accidentally plagiarize from Mellow Yellow, so maybe tomorrow I'll have a more cohesive and unique way to approach this possible fanfic.

If anyone else wants to write this, I'd be more than happy to read it on AO3. We are creative folk, so even if we all have the same prompt, we can still end up with different work.

[mattsnight]

- dare - chris sturniolo -

summary: in which y/n goes to a party and sees the person she hates the most.

warnings: mdni, cursing, use of y/n, drinking, touching

A/N: not proofread & english is not my friend language.

you aren’t the biggest party girl in town. everyone knows that. you only go to parties whenever its your friend’s birthday or when you feel the need to get absolutely wasted. that didn’t happen often, since you hated everything that came with it the next morning. but today you decided that it would be fun to get to know some new people, and isn’t a party the best place to do so?

you had put on your black short dress with your newest heels, making you look a little taller than usual. you quickly got the curlers out of your hair and grabbed your keys to drive to the party. it didn’t take long for you to arrive.

the party is full of sweaty people, who are most likely already drunk or high. you walk through the big crowds, pushing past a few people, before noticing a bar. you walk over to it. the bartender smiles at you, asking you what you’d like to drink. “any strong shot, please.” you say politely. the bartender nods and walks away to make you your drink.

you look around the room, just to notice a group of people sitting in a corner. then, your eyes land on one specific guy. christopher sturniolo, the man you’ve hated since 4th grade. you hadn’t seem him since high school and god.. he didn’t even change. his eyes lock with yours after he felt a strong gaze pierce into him. a look of shock appears on his face, before its changed into a smirk.

the bartender brings you your drink, interrupting your intense stare. “there ya go.” he says, looking at where you’re looking. another smile forms on your face as you look at the bartender. “thanks,” you say, quickly downing the drink before walking off to the bathroom. chris’ eyes are still on you. then, he gets up from his place and rushes over to you.

as you finally arrive at the bathrooms you hear a voice. “oh shit y/n is that you?” chris says from behind you, a low whistle leaving his mouth. “jesus christ you turned hot.” you roll your eyes, turning around so you can face him. there’s still a smirk plastered on his face and you just wish you could slap it off. “can i help you?” you ask, sounding quite annoyed. “you’re all alone. why don’t you come and hang out with me and my friends, hm?”

“no thanks, im alright.”

“y’know its way more fun with me than on your own.” he starts, running a hand through his hair. “besides, we gotta catch up.”

eventually he convinced you to come over and play stupid games with his friends. everyone wanted to do truth or dare, so that’s what you did. it wen’t on for a while. everyone was having a blast and so were you. then, one of chris’ friends asks you ‘truth or dare?’

“dare,” you say, growing confident. chris looks at you for a second before looking back at his friend who asked the question. “i dare you to do… seven minutes in heaven with chris right here.” the friend says, pointing at chris. your face heats up immediately. seven minutes in heaven with chris? the chris you’d sworn to never even talk to in school.

“what?” you say, your face heating up. chris smirks at you yet again. “gotta get into the bedroom with me, ma.” he says, standing up. “fine,” you also get up, following him into the bedroom.

you feel a sudden wave of nervousness wash over you as chris locks the door and walks over to you. he chuckles, shaking his head a little. “why are you bein’ shy now, hm?” he grins, taking another step forward, getting into your personal space. “i’m not shy.” you say, looking away.

“then look at me.” he says, his tone demanding as he takes another step forward, his body almost pressed against yours right now. You wouldn’t admit it but.. he looked even hotter, this close, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to keep up with your whole “i hate him” act. your eyes move to meet his eyes.

“Atta’ girl.” He grins, his hand moving to your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “Can see ‘em even better now.” He comments, his gaze focused on your lips. “Y’know,” he starts, his tone lower now, “I don’t think you hate me as much as you put on.”

“oh trust me, i do.”

“Mhm? Then why’d you agree to this stupid-ass dare in the first place?” He points out, a smirk on his face. “you jus’ love to be up close to me, is that it?” He teases, leaning down to get his face closer to yours. “i didn’t want to be humiliated in front of your friends.”

“Then explain this.” He demands, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, his other hand moving to rest on your waist. his head is leaning down, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “You’re not pullin’ away, you’re not telling me to shut my mouth. You’ve gone silent for once.” He says, before his voice deepens. he was too close for comfort.. yet you found yourself wanting more.

“chris—“ you start, but you get cut off. he presses his index and middle finger against your lips, shutting you up. “Shhh,” he whispers, his eyes half lidded as his other hand began to slowly inch your shirt up. he’s silent for a while, though when he speaks, it’s low and husky, a demand. “tell me to stop and I will.”

“Didn’t think so.” He chuckles, his hand finally lifting your shirt up to your chest, his fingers beginning to trace random shapes along your abdomen and hips. He was so soft, it sent shivers down your spine. you wanted to say something, anything, but you could only bring yourself to say a pathetic, little whimper.

he chuckles again, moving his head to the crook of your neck. you could feel his breaths against your skin, making you shiver. “You’re cute like this, y’know? All quiet.” he says, continuing to run his fingers along the bare skin of your torso.

his hand reaches the clasp of your bra, his breaths becoming a little heavier as he slowly begins to unclip it, his teeth nipping at your shoulder, “If you’re gonna be quiet, might as well use our time properly.” he whispers, beginning to kiss your neck, before trailing his lips up to your jaw. then, they finally meet yours. he kisses you deeply, one of his hands on your waist tightening its grip, as the other one slowly drags down to the waistband of your pants, slipping just under the fabric.

then suddenly, someone knocks on the door. it’s his friends telling him the seven minutes are over. chris reluctantly pulls away from the kiss, groaning softly. he clears his throat, letting go of you. “Y’guys are a bunch of assholes,” he shouts through the door, his voice deep and raspy from what just took place. He looks back at you once he’s finished yelling, his gaze lingering on your lips as he bites his, “.. Next time, we’re gettin’ alone and doing this at a different setting.” He tells you, helping you get back into your clothes before opening the door.

you can’t wait.

[4klovver]

dancing in a jazz bar pt.2

scienceteacher!matt x musicteacher!reader angst!!

part one here

a/n; sorry this took so long, i was SO BUSY this week but i hope you enjoy. I have some more things cooking up so watch you (chris x reader) YAYAYAYAY okay have fun bye byebye

It’s been a couple of days; today’s the first day back at work. Some part of you feels lonely; some part of you never realized how much you saw Matt. Or maybe how much you annoyed him. You had rage and sadness all wound up in you, forming a constant tight knot in the pit of your stomach. 

You don’t know if him not reaching out to you is better or worse than if he did reach out to you. You desperately try not to think about him, about that night, but every time you get a moment to yourself, it just plagues your mind. When you see him in the office, the teacher lounge, or just anywhere, you can’t not clench your jaw and look down. 

When you get home, you just curl into bed and eat crappy takeout, wishing you were anywhere else. Wanting to take back everything you did or said. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

If you think it’s taken a toll on you, Matt has been in ruins. Him giving you “the space you need” has been harder than expected. He’s lived the past few days playing that moment over and over, regret filling his mind, leaving him with a migraine. 

He hasn’t properly slept or eaten since that night. Once he got home from your apartment, he just collapsed on his couch. His usual night routine, containing watering his plants and doing basic skincare, slipping away from him. 

You wouldn’t look at him in the short moments you would pass each other in the hallway. If you looked at him, you would see sunken-in tired eyes and messed-up hair. He knew it was getting back when students asked if he was doing alright. 

He knows he needs to do something, but he doesn’t know how to. Does he do a big gesture like flowers and a mariachi band, or does he beg for your forgiveness with a heartfelt message? A text, maybe a call, would in person be better? He spends hours sitting in bed contemplating every possible outcome of his actions. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

You go set up your things for your 5th period music class. Putting your notebooks and papers on top of the piano binder sitting on the stand at the top. Students start to shuffle into the class, some sitting in seats, some congregating near the piano. While you get situated, you can’t help but overhear some of your students’ conversations. 

“Yeah, Mr. Sturniolo has been looking just really…sad looking. Just like tired.” One student says worried, making you look up slightly. “I know he just seems off makes class kinda of a bore.” Does he look tired because of you? You don’t want to be narcissistic, but you never know. 

All you do is sit there just thinking about Matt and yourself and if you should reach out. “Uhh, Ms. Y/l/n, the bell just rang.” A student says to you, pulling you away from your thoughts. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Good Morning everyone!” Your teaching personality switching on like a light switch. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

You can’t stop thinking about Matt and what your students said. Your head is reeling, not knowing what to do. You’ve never felt like this about anything, and you don’t want to mess it up. 

When you leave work, you desperately need a pick-me-up feeling like a bus hit you. You sluggishly make your way to a local coffee shop, slumping into a seat. You contemplate everything. Maybe Matt was just sick. You thought he would’ve reached out by now if it was really affecting him that badly. You certainly were not going to reach out to him, beg him to be with you, and grovel for it. 

You had fully accepted your defeat, knowing nothing could take things back to the way they were. Tomorrow, you would try to make new friends and put this whole thing behind you. 

Leaving the coffee shop, you mosey your way home, taking the longer way and just enjoying your time you have to yourself.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

Matt got to your apartment at 2:45. He gunned it to the flower shop, then to your apartment door, assuming you would be home right away. He made sure to fix his hair up and smooth out his wrinkly clothes. 

It’s now almost 4:15, and he’s sitting outside your door. He knows you’re not in your apartment because he knocked about 10 times over the course of 30 minutes. So now he’s just waiting, hoping you would be home soon. Even if you weren’t, he’d wait and wait until you were. 

All he could do was sit and wait. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

Halfway through your “peaceful walk,” the rage and confusion in you were too pent up. You never fully realized how much he meant to you, and now he’s gone, you don’t know if it will help or make it worse, but you at the very least deserve an explanation. 

You turn on your heels and walk right to Matt’s apartment. You’ve only been there one time when he had to grab something, but you definitely remembered it. 

Storming up the stairs in a fit of rage, ready to lay it into Matt that what he did was so wrong. You knock on his door 3 times. “Matt, I really need to talk to you.” He doesn’t see any light on inside and can’t hear anything, but you knock three more times. “Matt, if you’re in there, don’t ignore me again.” 

You sit outside for 5 more minutes before you get impatient. Pulling out your phone, you fish for his contact. Ring, ring, ring. “Y/n? What happened?” He sounds nervous. “Matt, I’m outside of your apartment. I’m guessing you’re not home.” Your voice now filled with embarrassment. You hear a sigh on the other side of the phone. “Oh, y/n, I’m outside of your aapartment. Ive been here almost two hours.” 

You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation fully hitting you. “I’m sorry for the other day, y/n. I shouldn’t have left you like that. I-I was just scared and hearing you cry like that…” He trails off, cutting off your laugh. 

“Matt, I came here to yell at you. These past few days, I’ve just been upset and angry. I thought you hated me.” Your back is against his door, waiting for him to respond. “I can’t do this over the phone anymore. Let’s meet in the middle. Okay?” He’s more forward than he usually is, but his voice is still nervous. 

“‘Kay, see you soon!” 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

The sun was already setting when you got there. The short 10-minute walk felt like hours this time. That’s when you see him, standing there looking around, slightly wilted flowers in his left hand, his right hand on the back of his neck. You stand there for a second before going up to him. When he turns to see you, he looks relieved, like he thought you weren’t going to be there. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I was such an ass. You didn’t deserve that. I understand if you want nothing to do with me, but I at least had to try. I’ve never done this before—“ Your arms warm around his neck, cutting his rambling off. You pull away, cupping his face. “You’re—“ before he could speak, you cut him off again, kissing him this time, taking in the moment. 

As you two deepen the kiss, somewhere in between, your bag falls to the floor, and soon after, the flowers. Through the haze of the kiss, you hear various “Go get him”s and whistles from people passing by. You two eventually pull away from each other, catching your breath. 

“You dropped this. Also, I got you these.” He hands you your bag and now semi-crushed and wilted flowers. “I had this whole thing planned where you would come home, and I would talk to you. But that clearly didn’t work out.” He smiles, a slight blush coming onto his cheeks. 

“Matt, don’t worry about it. Just don’t do that again, or I swear.” You become stern before you start laughing. “You want to get something to eat?” You turn to ask him, his face looking disappointed. “I was just gonna ask you that,” he complains, moving his arm to pull you in by your shoulder. 

“Oh, you’re lucky. I’m giving you another chance.” You lean into him, giggling and walking down the street, looking off into the sunset. 

“Trust me, I’m the luckiest man in the world.” 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:·  

a/n; hope yall enjoyed!!!! This took me so long to write bc i had HORRID writers block. Go read some of my other stuff okay bye byebye

more scienceteacher!matt x musicteacher!reader here!!

[trivialbob]

Last year a long time visitor to the island passed away. He was a bit of a quiet character, always wearing funny hats and cheap sunglasses. Some said if he had charged a fee each time a tourist wanted a picture with him he could have drank for free.

His family brought his ashes to be dispersed at a place he would hang out alone. Some good friends of Sheila and mine organized it and met the family. A group of us all met for a brief gathering and a final toast. The man's sunglasses were distributed amongst us. This was the pair I received.

Later that day Sheila, I and a couple we are here with went to an ice bar. The weather this week has been cold. We took that lemon and got cold, fruity cocktails. The bar room was about 10°F. We could wear hats and ponchos.

Anyone who stayed in the bar for more than 50 minutes was awarded a 3 liter drink. I lasted 60 minutes. The wife of our other couple made it to 63 minutes because she wanted to win.

This was our prize. Way too sweet. I only had a few sips. Fun touristy stuff though.

There was a Guatemalan family in there with us. They had never experienced full body cold like that. Mostly 5 feet tall or less, in the furry ponchos and big hats they reminded me of Jawas or Ewoks. I found it funny.

[dark-elf-writes]

5+ for mama Poseidon?

Sally makes offerings to Poseidon and Amphitrite even before Percy goes to camp (while her son can’t without drawing too much attention to himself, the gods never bothered to pay much attention to mortals anyway.) its mostly just a portion of whatever she and Percy are for dinner — blue as always as Percy was going through a phase that never quite left — but on occasion she will splurge at get a bottle of wine the three of them shared over their summer together and pour some out.

Percy absolutely learned how to swim on a beach that should have been too cold from a goddess who shouldn’t have been allowed to be around him at all. He was a natural of course, too natural for either Sally or Amphitrite’s tastes as they were all too aware how easy it would be to connect him to his godly parent, but neither of them could deny the joy in his laughter as he plunged into the surf.

Percy did know more about demigods and the like (as much as they could know without becoming even more of a target than they already were) but the combination of the months of gaslighting and seeing three old women cut a thread like in the stories their mother told them freaked them out so bad that they still slipped Grover and talked their mom into going to the beach house without telling her what was wrong. Something they come to regret later with the Minotaur on their tail and Grover’s panicked bleating in their ear.

Percy’s issue with weapons feeling unbalanced is only an issue for weapons forged on land so her Atlantean weapons all work far better for her. Riptide is still her favorite, but she’s temporarily lost it enough times to know that it’s always good to have backups. Several backups.

Paul actually met Sally and Amphitrite together for the first time out at a bar. Amphitrite saw Sally’s interest (and her own interest as well) and invited him to join them. He thinks they are in a long distance open relationship with a third partner which isn’t wrong exactly but the details only make the fact that they called him over and invited him back home with them for more fun way more surprising to him.

[killerchickadee]

My friend @piedontmessaround came over and we just hung out and I got a little tipsy on champagne and it was great. But I never have people over and my cat was like WHAT THE FUCK and hid all night lol. He's usually glued to my hip so it was pretty funny. But now my friend has gone home and Oscar is like MOTHERRRRR WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME and is yelling at me cause it's soooo past our bed time. Like I've been up for uh 23 hours at this point.

So anyway bed bed tipsy tipsy happy new year!

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

so five and lila being a thing is going right next to allison literally sexually assaulting luther in the box of things we are absolutely under no circumstances accepting as part of canon right