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jenosbliss · 1 month ago

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pairing. gn!reader x johnny | genre. fluff | wc. 1.3k | warnings. none | requested. here

Johnny Suh was a mystery you didn’t know you cared about.

Every day at work, he was a fleeting presence—a tall, effortlessly charming guy you’d pass in the hallway or see by the coffee machine. He’d flash you that signature smile, the one that made everyone’s day just a little brighter, and you’d smile back, thinking, Who even smiles this much at work?

You didn’t know much about him. He worked in a different department, always surrounded by people. He was funny, sure—you’d heard enough laughter echoing down the hall after his conversations. But that was it. He was a fleeting moment in your day, a brief exchange that never went further than a polite greeting.

Until tonight.

The company’s annual work party was a glittering affair. The downtown lounge was draped in fairy lights, the bar serving overpriced cocktails disguised as “complimentary,” and the DJ playing an eclectic mix of hits that somehow pleased no one and everyone at the same time.

You were nursing a half-empty glass of sparkling water by the bar, the faint hum of conversation buzzing around you. Your friends had vanished into the crowd, leaving you awkwardly stationed near a decorative fern. You weren’t sure why you’d come—these events always felt like an awkward middle ground between socializing and networking, and you were terrible at both.

You were about to make an escape when a familiar laugh reached your ears. Turning, you spotted Johnny across the room, his broad shoulders and navy blazer impossible to miss. He was in the middle of a conversation, his hands gesturing animatedly as he threw his head back in laughter.

It was hard not to watch him. Johnny had this magnetic presence, the kind that made people gravitate toward him without even realizing it.

And then it happened—his gaze flicked up, catching yours from across the room.

You froze, your glass halfway to your lips. His expression shifted into something softer, his lips curving into that familiar, easy smile. He raised his drink in a casual toast, his eyes twinkling with amusement, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

Oh no.

Before you could overthink it, Johnny started walking toward you.

“Hey,” he greeted, leaning casually against the bar. “You’re Y/N, right?”

The sound of your name from his lips was enough to make your stomach flutter. “Yeah. And you’re Johnny.”

“Glad to know I’m not the only one doing the hallway smile thing,” he said, grinning.

You laughed, relaxing slightly. “It’s hard not to smile when someone’s beaming at you like they’re in a toothpaste commercial.”

“Guilty,” he admitted, shrugging. “I like making people smile. It’s my thing.”

“Well, it works,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm.

“So,” he said, turning to face you fully. “What brings you to the party? Besides the free drinks, of course.”

You glanced at your glass, then back at him. “Honestly? I almost didn’t come. These things aren’t really my scene.”

“Same,” he said, surprising you. “But then I thought, ‘What if the person I’ve been smiling at all year is here, and I finally get to talk to them?’”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Smooth.”

“Thank you,” he said with a playful bow. “So, now that I’ve got you here, tell me about yourself, Y/N. I feel like I’ve spent the past year seeing glimpses of you but knowing nothing about you. It’s kind of tragic, don’t you think?”

You tilted your head, amused. “Tragic, huh?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “What if you’re secretly the coolest person in the office and I’ve been missing out this whole time?”

Talking to Johnny was like opening a window in a stuffy room.

He asked questions about everything—your favorite books, your go-to coffee order, even the weirdest thing you’d ever witnessed in the office. Every time you answered, he’d respond with a quip or a thoughtful comment that made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t expected.

“So,” he said, swirling the ice in his drink. “What’s your karaoke song?”

“Karaoke song?”

“Yeah,” he said, his grin widening. “You can tell a lot about a person by their karaoke pick. It’s science.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Well, if I say something embarrassing, are you going to judge me?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice teasing. “But only in the most supportive way possible.”

You shook your head, smiling. “Fine. You Belong With Me.”

Johnny gasped, clutching his chest like you’d just delivered a mortal blow. “Iconic,” he said. “We’re definitely singing that at the next office karaoke night.”

“We don’t even have office karaoke nights,” you pointed out.

“Yet,” he said, winking.

The rest of the party faded into the background as the two of you talked. It was easy to lose track of time with Johnny—his humor was effortless, his curiosity genuine, and his energy contagious.

“You know,” he said at one point, leaning against the bar. “I always wondered if you were as interesting as you looked.”

You raised an eyebrow, laughing. “As I looked?”

“Yeah,” he said, his tone playful but sincere. “You’ve got this way of looking like you’re solving the world’s problems while waiting for your coffee. It’s intimidating.”

“Intimidating?” you repeated, smiling. “You’re literally the least intimidated person I’ve ever met.”

“Well, now I’m not,” he said, his grin widening. “Now I know you’re secretly the coolest person in the office.”

By the time the party began winding down, you felt like you’d known Johnny for years instead of just an hour. He walked with you to the coat rack near the door, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets.

“So,” he said as you grabbed your coat. “Can I say something without it being weird?”

“That depends,” you replied, your eyebrow arching. “Is it actually weird?”

Johnny chuckled, holding up his hands. “No, no. Just… I’m really glad you came tonight.”

Your chest fluttered, a warmth spreading through you that you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Me too,” you said softly.

His smile softened, his usual playful energy replaced by something quieter, more intimate. “Now that we’re officially past the hallway smiles, what do you say we hang out sometime? Like, outside of work. No fluorescent lights, no awkward coffee machine conversations.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “Are you asking me out, Johnny?”

“Depends,” he said, his grin teasing but his eyes warm. “Are you saying yes?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yeah, I’m saying yes.”

“Great,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Because I’ve got a karaoke duet with your name on it.”

As you exchanged numbers, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, the guy you always smiled at in the hallway was about to become someone much more. And judging by the way he looked at you, he was thinking the exact same thing.

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hwaslayer · 1 year ago

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project: make you love me (jyh) | ten.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 5.2k (sorry i know i said 5.5k.. had to chop off a bit and move it onto the next chapter lol)

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, flashback scene, yuyu and yeosang find themselves at a house party ayeee 🤪, yeosang assuming the role of wingman, alcohol consumption, intoxication, a sprinkle of seonghwa, dancing/throwing ass back, cute funny drunk yunho lol, making out, dry humping, sleepovers 😙

one night - sire | mi gente - j balvin | dj turn it up - yellow claw

Yunho looks at himself in the mirror, letting out a deep sigh. He opted for a simple outfit— one that could keep him cool in a packed house and not be too extra for a party. But, the longer he stares at it, the more he feels like he could do better. Or, maybe, you might not even notice him or think much of him in this outfit.

How does he do this?

Honestly, he's not even sure what constitutes a 'house party' outfit.

"Nice." Yeosang nods as he stands near Yunho's doorway.

"It's too plain, isn't it?" Yunho eyes Yeosang's outfit. He's in a loose, black sleeveless top, a bomber jacket, jeans and boots.

"No, why? It's fine." It's Yeosang's turn to eye Yunho in his fit, and he honestly thinks it's perfect for tonight's events. Yunho opted for black jeans, a white Stussy shirt, and his converse. He has a silver bracelet dangling around his wrist, cologne sitting at the corner of his dresser. Yeosang doesn't smell it on him yet, but he thinks it's because Yunho is questioning whether it's too much or not. "You look good."

"Should I add some cologne? A light jacket?"

"Add the cologne." Yeosang laughs. "But, not the jacket. I'm literally only going in this because I'm just there for a few drinks and to be a wingman. Then, I'll see myself out." Yunho smiles and nods.

"Hm." Yunho hums. "I'm just going there for a bit, too."

"Mm, but you're going there to hang out with Y/N and grab her for a few dances. I refuse to leave until you get a moment with her."

"I don't know. What if she doesn't wanna, though? I'm not gonna force her."

"Seriously? With all the little walks you guys take and your study sessions?" Yeosang smirks. "Right." He looks at his phone. "Anyway, we're a bit late. Wanna take a shot or two and walk over?" Yunho shrugs.

"Sure." Yunho takes one last look at himself before spraying a bit of cologne and meeting Yeosang in the kitchen. Yunho doesn't like to drink much because he hates the feeling, especially the next morning. But tonight, he was feeling a little more bold— like he could use the extra liquid courage to be less nervous around you.

Not that he needed it, but it was a party. He'd like to be of some fun for you.

By the time Yunho heads out to the kitchen, Yeosang already has 2 red cups ready to go. He tilts the cup to the side, peeking at how much alcohol was inside—

Yeosang must have wanted him to die.

"This isn't a shot or two. This is half the bottle." Yeosang laughs and shakes his head.

"Not even. I swear dude, you'll be fine. We can pace ourselves when we get there. Plus who knows, they might've taken all the alcohol already."

"It's only been 30 minutes since the party started."

"A lot can happen in 30 minutes." Yeosang picks up his cup and raises it in the air. "Cheers?" Yunho shrugs and taps his cup against his, internally dying at how much alcohol is in his cup.

"Cheers." Yunho swallows the first half in a big gulp before cracking open the coke can. He takes a sip before gulping down the last bit and making a face at Yeosang. "Don't ever do that again."

"You're welcome." Yeosang laughs. "Let's head out and get your girl." Yunho shakes his head, quickly cleaning the kitchen before shutting off the lights and following Yeosang out. Luckily, the party is at a house right behind the complex, so Yeosang and Yunho aren't having to walk too far. As they approach the community, Yunho can already hear the music blasting from down the street, followed by a few echoes of loud yells and cheers. Hearing the noise makes him feel a bit anxious, and he's starting to regret his decision based off of it alone.

But, he commits. He knows he'll see you soon, and things will feel a bit better.

It does help knowing Yeosang joined to make him feel more comfortable.

Approaching the house, Yunho can see that there are people packed on the first floor of the house and into the backyard. He follows Yeosang in, squeezing his way past all the drunk people to head to the kitchen.

"Here, gonna make you a drink to sip on." Yeosang says, pointing at the counter where all the liquor and soda are laid out. Yunho continues to follow along, even if his eyes are searching high and low for you. He hasn't seen you yet, and he's hoping he does soon.

He really just wants to find you and be with you.

♣︎ FLASHBACK

Yunho kicks the rocks beneath his shoes, hands dug deep into his pockets as he patiently waits at the end of the path. He's anxious, and a bit nervous; but overall, happy to finally see you. His head shoots up the moment he hears a door click close, footsteps jogging down the steps.

"Yunho!" You softly squeal, giggling as you run straight into his arms. He wraps you into a bear hug, slightly swinging you around before placing you back down onto your feet.

"Hey cutie."

"I missed you! You're actually here."

"I told you I came home early." You chuckle before gently squeezing his bicep.

"I know, but it's nice to know it's real." You smile. "What have you been up to?"

"Not much. How was your drive over?"

"I fell asleep for most of it. We stopped at a pitstop to grab more grub, but otherwise, it was okay." He nods.

"Club was fun last night?"

"Sooo much fun! I met so many new friends, and the DJ was so good! It was such a good time. I wish you had been there."

"I wish I was too. But, next time. Yeah?" You nod.

"Sounds like a plan."

"I'm happy you had fun, though. You deserved it, all of it." You link your arm around his, absentmindedly following him to his car. You don't realize it until he's opening the car door, gesturing at you to wait until he grabs a few things from the seat. "I have something for you."

"What is it?" Your eyes sparkle as you stand and wait.

"You said you needed to get new lavender for your room, right?" You remember texting him that a few days ago, and you can't help but smile at Yunho's attention to detail.

"Are you serious?" You slightly pout when he hands you the small bouquet of lavender, plus a smaller bag.

"I-I also found those persimmons you like so much." He scratches at the nape of his neck, nervously watching you eye the gifts. Your expression is a tad bit unreadable, and Yunho can't really tell if he's crossed a line or if he's okay. But, to his surprise, you set the things down onto the trunk of the car and jump back into his arms.

"Yunho, you really are the best. Thank you for all of this."

"Of course. I guess it's my odd way of saying congrats?" You giggle, allowing him to press a small kiss against your temple.

♣︎ END

But, unluckily for you, you're having to deal with a drunk Seonghwa who doesn't seem to get the point. You had been avoiding him since you arrived, sticking close to a few other friends in the backyard while watching an intense game of beer pong taking place. The moment you stepped away to go find your bestfriends, Seonghwa comes stumbling out of nowhere— ziplining straight to you once he spots you.

"Babygirl, can we talk?" You can smell the liquor on him, his hand wrapping gently around your wrist. "I've missed you. I've been waiting for you all night. Just give me a few mins—"

"Not now. I'm trying to find my friends."

"Your friends?"

"Seonghwa." You warn him because you know exactly where this is going.

"You sure it isn't Yunho? I hope it isn't." Seonghwa laughs at the possibility even though your expression confirms the answer.

"And if it is, then what? At the end of the day, it isn't your business." Seonghwa scoffs.

"Are you serious? I don't get you. I don't get it. I've been turning everyone down for you, and you don't even realize—"

"Okay, then go do whatever the fuck you want Seonghwa! No one asked you to do that, I told you this was over. Stop keeping tabs on me." You rip your hand from his grip even as he continues to call for you, walking away from the hallway into the crowded, but hyped living room. Every single person in the room was dancing; either with friends or with another person. You catch a glimpse of Yunho standing against the wall with Mingi and Yeosang, flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. He sips on his drink, eyes meeting yours across the room. You're in this cute cargo mini skirt, a cropped tee and Nike dunks.

Goddamn, you look good.

And if it wasn't for all this liquid courage, he wouldn't be thinking about grabbing you for a dance— just for funsies. Bonus that he gets you, all of you, to himself tonight.

You didn't even expect Yunho to show up at this point, being that he's said time and time again that he wasn't into parties. But, you're glad he is. Mingi and Yeosang must have done a lot of convincing, which they did. Though, the other part of it was the fact that he knew you'd be here and that might give him another opportunity to get even closer to you.

"Hey, what the fuck was that about?" Chaery pulls you out of your little staring contest when she comes out of the kitchen and gently squeezes your arm.

"Just Seonghwa being Seonghwa, what else?" You roll your eyes, still appalled at Seonghwa's audacity to try and gatekeep you for the night even though you're well aware there isn't one truthful bone in his body. You ended this, and you had no plans on falling back into his trap tonight.

Not on the agenda.

"Dude, forget him, let's just have fun." Soobin says, pointing at your group of friends in the corner of the room. "Everyone else is over there." You follow them over, eyes glancing over to Yunho again. He's still conversing with Mingi and Yeosang, though his eyes follow yours mid-convo. It's almost like he's waiting for you, or waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move. You're hoping he does, but you also have no problem making the first move.

Yunho is so, so attractive.

You would be lying if you said your feelings for Yunho weren't growing by the second.

You meet up with your friends in the living room; Hyunjin, Jongho, Taehyun, Minnie and Yeonjun already dancing along to the song and showing off their moves. You, Seungmin, Soobin and Chaery join along, before Yeonjun is passing his flask around so that your group can take more shots together. At this point, you're tipsy and definitely feeling yourself more as the alcohol continues to run through your veins.

Feeling yourself, feeling bold, feeling good despite Seonghwa trying to ruin your night and be all possessive— who the fuck was he to act that way? He didn't want it in the first place, so you'll give him a little taste of his own medicine.

You can't help but turn over your shoulder to see Yunho bouncing along to the beat while Mingi is scoping the room. You can tell he's trying to get Yunho to explore and find himself a cutie to dance with, but he responds with a laugh and a shake of his head. His eyes meet yours [yet again for the umpteenth time tonight] and the tension suddenly increases tenfold through his look alone. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips before he's giving you a small smirk.

You want him.

"Why don't you dance with him instead of eyeing him the entire night?" Chaery says in your ear, making you drunkily giggle.

"I'm too shy."

"Shut up, since when? You look so good tonight, fuck Seonghwa. I refuse to let him ruin your night. Get up on Jeong Yunho, now." She quickly glances at him. "He clearly wants you too." Suddenly, the lights in the living room shut off, obnoxious, colorful disco lights filling different corners of the room. It's clear that the intention behind shutting off the lights was to get everyone to the highest level of hoe tonight, and it's working—

Hyunjin is dancing with Minnie, Soobin and Yeonjun are dancing with some other girls in your class.

Even Seungmin is pulling Chaery to the middle for a fun, platonic dance.

"Go for it, dude." Yeosang says to Yunho, gently nudging his arm. "She'll be out there any second."

"Y/N come out here!" Chaery yells, pulling you deeper into the dance floor with Seungmin. You know she's plotting on getting you closer to Yunho because the two of them are only an arms-length away from where Yeosang, Yunho and Mingi stand. You laugh and dance around with your bestfriends anyway, until you feel a hand gently grab at your wrist and pull you from the crowd. You turn to see Yunho smiling, pulling you flush to his body before grabbing your hips. Mingi is focused on his dance with one of the seniors, leaning back against the wall as she works her ass against him, while Yeosang is pursing his lips together to prevent himself from smiling at you and Yunho dancing together.

And Seonghwa? He shouldn't give a fuck, but he does. Especially when he sits on the random bar stool and catches you having fun with Yunho [out of all fucking people], his girl for the night whining for his attention in between his legs. The worst part is that Yunho can fucking dance.

The sly motherfucker has gigs and can keep up with your rhythm. Since when?

It looks so natural for the two of you to be all up on each other like this, and it makes Seonghwa so fucking annoyed, slightly sick to his stomach even. How the hell was he gonna lose his main chick over Jeong Yunho?

But, you could care less about what he has to think. Right now, all you can think about is Yunho giving your hips a squeeze, fingers hooked into the belt loops of your skirt as he dances against you and works with your rhythm. What a turn on.

After a couple of songs, it's transitioning into yet another song and you're worked the fuck out. You turn to face him, giggling as he keeps you close and rests his hands around your hips.

"Thanks for the dance." You tell him in his ear, hand resting on the nape of his neck.

"Are you staying for awhile?" He asks, pulling back slightly just to read your expression.

"I was, but I don't mind leaving early." He looks at you again, a small smile on the corner of his lips.

"Wanna get outta here then? I'm kinda over it." You chuckle and nod.

"Let me just tell Chaery." You look over at Yeosang, who is still observing the party with another friend of his. "What about Yeosang?" Yeosang hears you and shakes his head with a smile on his face, deciding he'll be home later just to give you and Yunho some alone time.

"No, it's alright. I'm gonna stay and catch up with more people." He lies. You nod, hand laced with Yunho's as you navigate the crowd and gently pull Chaery by the arm. She waves happily at Yunho before she's dipping forward to hear what you have to say.

"I'm gonna head out early." Her eyes widen before she squeals.

"Oh my god! Yes! Be safe, okay?" She points at Yunho. "You better take care of her or I'm chopping your shit off, for real." He winces.

"Yeah, don't worry. I got her."

"See you later!"

"Or not, don't come home! That's fine, too!" Seungmin drunkly adds, making you roll your eyes as you both continue to through the crowd and out of the house.

"Thank god." He says the moment you two step out of the door and get hit with the fresh, evening air. You chuckle as you make your way out of the front yard and out onto the street, finally feeling free from suffering at a crowded, stuffy frat party.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here." You look down at your hands still clasped together. As the cold hits, you're realizing you're still quite drunk and Yunho is too. He's much more talkative and giggly tonight. You like it.

"I wasn't either." He chuckles. "But Yeo and Mingi.."

"They did a lot to convince you, it seems." He shrugs.

"That. And, maybe the fact that I knew you were coming?" You shoot him a look before smiling down at the ground.

"You know you don't have to use the party as an excuse to hang out with me more, right?"

"I don't know, you're a really pretty girl who has a really busy schedule. Thought it was a good way to sneak myself in a bit more outside of school and friends." You snort and nod.

"Yunho, I like your company. We can always hang out. You don't have to subject yourself to this mess."

"Eh, I'd say it was still worth it." You giggle.

"So, where are we going?"

"Down the street and back to my place?" He asks nervously. "If that's okay with you, of course. There's really no intention behind it, and I know you wanted to see my place, so I just—"

"I'd like that." He smiles. God, the fucking boldness spewing out of him right now— who is he?

"Okay." The walk is back up the hill, super quick and nothing too treacherous. Though, it seems like it lasts for 5 seconds when you're holding Yunho's hand and listening to him talk about everything he's observed at the party. He's making you laugh so much that you don't even remember the last time you had a stomach ache from someone telling you their party experiences. Everything is just so natural with Yunho, you can't help but accept the fact that your feelings for him do grow every second you're near him.

"Oh my god, I think I got a workout from that walk alone." He chuckles as he unlocks his door and steps aside to let you in.

"Good, at least our workout is covered for the weekend." You look around at the apartment. It's bare, but it's clean. They have a couch with a coffee table in the living room and a good sized tv. The kitchen is spotless, with a few containers of protein and Shaker bottles lying around the counter [thanks to Yeosang] and some bread and fruits off to the side.

"Wow, it's cozy and clean." Yunho chuckles.

"We try to keep it clean." He looks at you with glossy, drunk-dazed eyes. "And guess what? It's really hard." You snort.

"I beg to differ. You and Yeosang do a good job." He pops into the fridge and flashes a water bottle.

"Well, that's always good to hear." He laughs a bit. "Need some water?"

"Please." He smiles as he hands you the bottle in his hand. You both take a good gulp or two before Yunho starts to slowly walk down the hallway.

"Quick tour - Yeosang's room, my room." He smiles. "End of tour." You laugh.

"Thank you for that."

"Do you wanna hang out in my room or out here? It's up to you, I don't mind either way. Just want you to be comfortable." He says. You point to his door and he simply nods. He swings the door open to his room and it almost surprises you how neat it is inside. You're only peering in from the hallway though, carefully taking steps into his room before you're fully in his space, eyes wandering from wall to wall. He has a drawer against one wall, with a few figurines lining the top surface. He has a corner desk with two monitors, probably to help with his gaming [you assume; Seungmin and Soobin have been trying to do this setup for ages], and a good sized bed that has its navy sheets neatly fixed. His room isn't entirely huge, so it's obvious he's tried to utilize his space as much as possible.

"I feel like I'm intruding in your space, though." You say as you continue to eye his room. Yunho comes behind you, watching as you observe the surroundings.

"Trust me, you're not." He says softly from behind. You feel his presence close in on you from behind, chest almost grazing your back. "You can relax." He chuckles a bit, hoping it'll help you feel a little better. And he thinks it works, especially when you start to walk towards his drawer and carefully run your hand across his figurines and special edition funko pops. They were mostly given to him throughout the years by his older cousins. The gifts will always be special to him, especially now that they've all moved to various places around the world and he rarely ever sees them anymore.

"Do you collect these?" Your eyes are still on the figurines while Yunho follows behind. He shakes his head as if you can see him.

"Not really, my cousins gifted me those."

"Sweet." You glance at him with a small smile. Then, your attention darts to the random pile of photos sitting at the corner. Your hands almost get ahead of themselves, beginning to reach over to grab them when you pause— "Pictures?" You look at him with that doe-eyed look again and he melts a bit.

"I found them while cleaning out a few things. It's mostly with my cousins and—"

"Baby Yunho with mom?!" You raise up a picture, one that has baby Yunho in a hat, striped t-shirt and shorts. He's sitting on the lap of who you presume is his mother, throwing up a thumbs up with a huge, hearty smile. "You are so cute, look at you!" He blushes, but he takes the photo from your hand and snags the others before you can see anything else embarrassing.

"Uh, yeah. That's mom. I need to get a frame for these, but until then—"

"Let me see the others!" You pout, trying to reach for the others in his hand. He raises it, laughing at your effort when he's damn near as tall as the Salesforce Tower in SF. It's so adorable, and so, so endearing that you want to see this so badly. "Yunho, hey." You whine. "That's not fair. I wanna see baby Yunho with his cousins."

"You will, once I frame them and make it look more presentable." You give him an unsure look and he smiles. "Promise." You huff and scrunch your nose. "You're really, really cute, you know that?"

"If you think this is gonna make me forget about it, it's not gonna work Jeong Yunho." You look up at him as he closes the distance between you two.

"Oh, it's not?" He teases, his face dipping down towards you in an angle that'll make it so easy for him to just kiss you, indulge in you, right at this moment.

"Mm, no." You subtly bite onto your bottom lip, but Yunho catches it. There's a small pause, some silence sitting in the air while Yunho's eyes are darting to your features— the mole near your bottom eye lid, long, thick lashes, plump lips.

Yeah, he wants to kiss you.

"Y/N?" He breaks the silence first.

"Mhm?" His lips only a mere inches away from yours at this point and it's obvious where this is going. God, you can't wait.

"Is it okay if I..?" You nod quietly as Yunho leans in to meet your lips. At first, the kiss is soft, sweet. He only pulls back to quickly read your expression, but it doesn't last for long when you're pulling him by the shirt for another kiss. This time, it's deeper. There's hunger, there's need, there's want. Yunho quickly drops the photos back on top of the drawer before cupping your cheeks. His tongue lines your bottom lip before inserting it in, a small whimper leaving your mouth when his tongue starts to dance around with yours. You push him back so that he plops onto his bed, boldly climbing onto his lap without a care in the world as you continue to messily make out with him. The quick moment you release your lips from his, he's chasing after your bottom lip— gently sucking onto it and biting it before pulling back. One hand is at your waist, fingers starting to hook onto the belt loop of your skirt when he feels you subtly grind against him. He lets out a breath while the other hand gently squeezes at your thigh before coming up to cup your cheek. He kisses you on the lips once more before he trails down your jaw, feeling your hips working against him as you let out small moans.

Your skirt is barely doing justice to cover you at this point, and it's driving Yunho crazy.

But, that's what brings him back to reality. Though it's hard as fuck to fully come back down from cloud nine, he doesn't wanna do this the wrong way. He wants to take you out first, wants to treat you properly and have your first time [if ever] naturally occur— not a drip of intoxication. You were worth much more than that, and he was not trying to be another Park Seonghwa who solely treated you like an object, a 'prized' possession; another body he could add to his list.

"Wait, wait." He whispers near your ear after prying his lips off of your jaw.

"What's wrong?" You look at him with some sort of fear, or worry. Yunho immediately shakes his head in response because there's nothing wrong with you; he just wants to do right by you.

"As much as I really, really wanna do this right now, I wanna do things right with you." His eyes land on yours as his thumb continues to caress your cheek. "Especially don't wanna be intoxicated if it ever gets to that point. Is that okay?" You give him a soft smile and nod.

"More than okay."

"Okay." He comes in for another sweet, gentle kiss against your lips— one where he stays there for a bit before slowly pulling back. "I don't wanna mess this up."

"You won't, Yunho. You couldn't." You brush the hair out of his face before lazily wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands rest at your waist while he looks at you, eyes darting across every inch of your face.

God, you are so beautiful. So sweet, and so beautiful.

Seonghwa is the biggest dumbass he has ever come across. But to each their own!

"Do you.. wanna make some pb&j sandwiches? Watch a movie while we lay down? Play a board game?" You giggle.

"Actually, a pb&j sandwich followed by a movie while laying down sounds amazing right now."

"Okay, let's do it." He taps your waist.

"Wait. Do you have clothes I can borrow and change into? Cause I definitely don't wanna lay down in this." He chuckles and walks to his drawer after the both of you get back on your feet. He hands you some shorts and a longsleeve, telling you to use whatever in the bathroom that you might need to freshen up. "Thank you." You plant a chaste kiss to his cheek before freshening up in his bathroom and changing into his clothes. You smile to yourself, smelling the scent of his detergent on the pieces of material, feeling how soft it is against your skin.

When you walk out, Yunho is already toasting some bread while grabbing the peanut butter and jelly. You giggle as you place your clothes down in his room, slipping yourself onto the counter near him while he goes to work.

"Yunho, the peanut butter to jelly ratio is off."

"No, it's not." He holds up the bread slice with a thin layer of jelly.

"It needs more jelly. You can still see parts of the bread cause there's not enough jelly." He laughs and nods.

"Okay, cutie. I'm on it." He adjusts the ratio until you're happily clapping and take the sandwich from him. You bite into it with so much satisfaction that Yunho can't help but be pleased with himself. You're happy. Here— with him and this sandwich.

"Hey." Yeosang suddenly walks through the door and slightly furrows his brows at the two of you laughing over pb&j sandwiches. You're sitting on the counter with Yunho now slotted in between your legs.

"Oh, hey! How was the rest of the party?" He shrugs and tosses his keys aside.

"Alright, I guess. You guys didn't miss out on much."

"Are Chaery and them still there?" He nods.

"Yeah, but they were getting ready to head out too."

"Want a pb&j sandwich?" Yeosang laughs.

"I'm good. Thanks." He spots Yunho's clothes on you and prevents himself from smirking a bit too big. He doesn't know you too well enough to tease, plus he feels like he can't just flat out assume, so he keeps it to himself and bids you two farewell instead. "I'm gonna shower in a bit and head to bed. Fucking beat."

"Goodnight!" You and Yunho call out before he disappears into his room. You and Yunho giggle at each other as you continue to satisfy your drunchies before getting yourselves ready for the movie. The both of you settle on a true crime documentary for god knows why [definitely not shits and giggles], but as long as Yunho was around, you felt comforted enough. He hands you an extra toothbrush from his stash, reassuring you that he wasn't pressuring you to stay unless you really wanted to.

Which, you did.

It was late. You were comfortable in his clothes. Of course you'd fall asleep mid-documentary. Plus, Yunho wasn't gonna let you leave this late even if you lived across the lot.

Once you and Yunho get more comfortable and clean up in the kitchen, he shuts off the lights and closes his door— leaving you to stand awkwardly in his room as you wait for him. He chuckles a bit and grabs his laptop off of his desk before nodding towards his bed.

"You can lay down, you know?"

"It's your bed. You should pick which side you want first."

"I'll hang out on the end so that the monsters don't come and get you in the middle of the night." You laugh and shake your head, slipping yourself near the wall after Yunho pulls his sheets back. He settles in right after, allowing you to snuggle against him as he sets the laptop on his tummy. "Are you okay?"

"You're comfy." He snorts a bit as the movie starts to play.

"Definitely gonna fall asleep."

"Am not." You whine.

"Probably 20 mins tops."

And Yunho's right, except it barely hits 20 minutes before he hears the soft snores against his chest. He smiles down at you before shutting off his laptop, setting it on the floor near his bed before adjusting his position so that the two of you were snuggled deeply under his covers.

He could get used to this, and he doesn't know if it's more of a good or bad thing right now.

But he doesn't ponder for long— setting a small kiss on the top of your head before shutting his eyes and letting the drowsiness take over.

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a-ikuoliver · 9 months ago

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congratulations on your two year anniversary!! Your writing is so amazing and I look forward to more great posts in the future :) if I may, I’d like to request a cosmo w/bakugou! Thank you!!

hihihi thank u!!! i hope u enjoy this, i got a little carried away with it birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

“can i get a… um, cosmo?” your eyes are bleary, half-lidded, the menu nearly rubbing the tip of your nose with how close you held it, squinting to read the drink descriptions for five minutes (4 minutes and 47 seconds, he timed you) before giving up on figuring out what was in the cocktail. besides, the vodka was all that mattered.

closing the menu, you attempted twice to return it neatly to the box at the middle of the counter, quickly giving up and sitting it beside the container. bakugou hasn’t moved a muscle since you sat across the bar from him, instead, watching you closely; the way you’d nearly tripped over the chair before sitting in it, and now struggling with the menu. when your eyes finally meet his, yours are damn near crossed, a moment of you staring at him before you focus on his steely red eyes, a single blond eyebrow raised as he studies you.

“you want a cosmo?”

your head looks like it weighs a tonne when you nod, falling back and forth like your neck can’t handle the weight of it, your eyes struggling to refocus on his still frame. he moves too fast for you to watch him, pulling a clean glass from beneath the bar, scooping ice into the bottom,holding the gun over it to fill to the brim with water and adding a lime to the rim.

“how many have you had?” he’s gruff when he slides the drink across the counter to you, watching you hold the glass with both hands and struggle to catch the straw between your lips.

“how many altogether or at this bar?” you take a sip of the ice cold water, making no comment on the lack of alcohol as he leaned on his forearms on the counter, still watching the way you gulped down the water, holding in a smile at the way you giggle avoiding his question.

“where are your friends?” the bar is quiet for a friday night, with only one other person at the bar, busy flirting for free drinks with kirishima. every other patron was either seated in a booth or dancing to usher on the dance floor; he doesn’t remember seeing you walk in, although with the dim lighting, he hadn’t noticed you at all until you were sitting right in front of him.

you gesture generally toward the group crowding at the front of the dj booth, everyone requesting a different song before the first song had even started, too busy to do more than a lazy wave of your hand in their direction. slurping the last few dregs of the cold water at the bottom of your glass, you place the glass back on the counter, smiling widely at him when he refills your cup again (and with a new lime), still oblivious to the lack of alcohol in the drinks.

shuffling closer on the stool, you take a sip of the “new” drink, “you like me or something?”

you’re blunter than you’d normally be with a bartender as gorgeous as he is, somehow seeing two of him makes you more confident. with a soft chuckle, he mirrors you, leaning closer over the bar to you, “what makes you say that?”

his eyes are twinkling when he looks at you, the red flashing blue and green under the strobe lights, suddenly glad for the quiet night if it meant sitting here listening to your drunken rambling. picking up your glass, you speak again, your words still slightly slurred, “two free drinks, and you’re talking to me… a lot.”

bakugou grins and laughs again, standing straight when he reaches behind the counter for his black coat, throwing it over the bend of his elbow, “what’s your name, sweetheart?”

coyly, you answer him, your eyes a touch delayed tracking him walking from behind the bar, toying with the straw between your teeth, squinting again to read the nametag on his chest, “you wanna get out of here, bakugou?”

his eyes go wide before he laughs again, holding his hand out for you to stumble off the chair into his hold, keeping a steady grip on your wrist when he walks towards the exit, “what ever happened to ‘come here often’?”

his smile makes you giggle behind your hand, the giggle morphing into a hiccup by the time you were into the cool air of the night, the lack of humidity making goosebumps erupt under your skin, his thick jacket around your shoulders before you register the temperature difference.

“you work there.” you seem a little more sober now, your eyes staring straight into his, the water and cold air enough to get you aware of how warm his hand is around your wrist, how his hand feels at the small of your back guiding you outside toward the line of taxis in front of the bar.

“fine, what about you?”

“what about me?”

“do you come here often?”

“first time, actually.”

“you should.” he waves down one of the empty taxis, his skin still against yours as it pulls into the gutter in front of you.

“i should..?”

“come here more often, i’ll need that jacket back,” he opens the door for you, helping you down into the low seat despite your now slightly more sober state, “you gonna be alright? i'll let your friends know you got a taxi.”

almost forgetting you’d just invited him home with you, you’re giddy when you smile up at him again, your cheeks warming when he makes one last promise to get your number when you’re sober, next time.

the promise of seeing him again has you smiling the whole way home, even more so when your friends text you all about how the hot bartender said he’d gotten you a lift home, how the tips of his ears were red when the other bartender asked where he’d been, how he answered the bar phone with a smile when you rang it far too late in the night, next time too long to wait to hear from him again.

#no one pay attention if its bad thank u #mercurys birthday bash #「katslutki-bakugou」#「mercury answers」#「kat <3」#「mercury writes」#bakugou drabble #bakugo drabble #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #tw: alcohol

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blu3-ja3 · 3 months ago

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Chapter 1: Downtown

Chapter 2

Simon Riley was an excellent soldier... Key word being was. After an unfortunate series of events Simon was deemed unfit for active duty military and was put into forced retirement. From there everything seemed to continue falling apart, his landlord giving him the boot, his job firing him, and the final nail in the coffin; his car being totaled in an accident that he wasn't even around to see. That car was his only life line, he'd been living out of it for months but then it was gone.

Simon did the one thing he could think of and reached out to the one person he knew that could help... And that's how he ended up in the entrance of a random alleyway near Piccadilly Square with all his worldly possession in a box and a large trash bag. He's here to meet up with his old captain and closet thing to a father figure one John Price.

Who has yet to show up which is making Simon anxious, though he doubts anyone could tell. What with his skull face mask and black hood obscuring everything but his eyes.

"Simon?" A familiar voice calls out.

Turning rapidly at the name Simon sees the man he's been waiting for walking towards him from his left. Price is the same as Simon remembers, kind eyes, nice beard and bucket hat. It gives a small bit of comfort to Simon to know not everyone drastically changes when coming back to civilian life.

"Come on, follow me! This cold is doin' horrible things to my leg." Price takes the lead leaning heavily against a cane on his left.

Simon follows quietly behind the man as they make their way further into the alleyway. They turn into a small alcove hidden well, as they get closer Simon can see neon blue light flooding a small staircase leading down.

As they begin to descend down, the walls are covered in graffiti designs that all pop out well under the neon. Simon notices a man standing in front of a door; also covered in the designs. Price approaches and gives the man a firm hand shake before pulling him into a hug.

"I still have to see your ID Price, Mom will have my head if I don't." The voice caught Simon off guard, he's an American and from the south.

"Here you go Graves, Simon got an ID?" Price was looking back towards him with a smile across his face. "Anything will do, this muppet just has to know you're legal to drink."

Simon balances the box in one arm, reaches into his hoodie pocket, pulls out his old, beaten up wallet and produces his ID. It's the newest thing he owns and the reason he wasn't in his car when it was totaled. Small mercies that's all he gets.

"Right you boys have a good time," The american, Graves, opens the door. It's only then that Simon notices the neon sign above it that has illuminated the entire encounter, 141. Simon assumes it's the address of the building.

Price shuffles in followed closely behind by Simon. They enter into a relatively large room with seating and booths taking up a small portion of the area, there's a bar near there with another figure. The vast majority of the space is taken up by a large dance floor, a vast majority of the lights are dim and the only two well lit areas are the bar and a DJ's booth against the furthest wall. Another figure seems to be working behind it but it's hard to make them out.

Price walks over to the bar and leans against it waiting for the bartender to greet him. After a bit of time the young man turns towards Price, he has short dark hair, freckles all over his face or at least where a black mask isn't covering it. He's cleaning a glass as he turns cocking his head to the side like a dog.

"Gary, how've you been?" Simon watches as the man sets down his glasses and begins making rapid hand gestures that Simon recognizes as BSL. Sadly he doesn't know enough to understand what he's saying.

But Price does and they hold a bit of conversation for a bit before Price asks for Mom, who Simon assumes is the owner. The bartender, Gary, gestured up before turning back to his work. Price thanked the man before turning and walking towards the DJ's booth, Simon again follows. Once approached Price calls out a greeting towards the figure, Sam, who keeps working and only raises a hand to wave.

Simon didn't notice the door immediately, it was well hidden behind the booth in shadow. Price walked through a small set of stairs that led to a small hallway with 3 doors, one to the left and right and one straight ahead. The one straight ahead had a little sign on it that read; Welcome to O'Connor's, Play Nice & No Rough Housing In My Bar. Price opened the door and stepped to the side to let Simon in first.

Simon is immediately greeted by a two tiered well lit room. Straight ahead is another door with windows lining the wall, he can see a small cobbled road and paved sidewalks lined with other buildings and shops. There are booths lining the windowed wall and the wall to the right of Simon, the wall to the left of him is covered in multiple pictures and a set of wooden double doors that seem to swing open. Directly to Simon's left is a large bar surrounded by stools with a large shelf behind it that's filled with various bottles of liquor.

There's a man sitting at a booth sitting next to two women all chatting, there's two men sitting at the bar watching the TV that has a football (soccer) game going. Price walks over to the table first patting the man on the back while talking to one of the women. Simon learns the man's name is Nikoli and the couple is Sarah and Kate Laswell. Simon has heard a couple of stories about Nik and Kate while serving under Price before the captain had his untimely accident that took left leg that is now a prosthetic.

Price introduced Simon to Alejandro and Rudy who were the two gentlemen at the bar, when there was a small chiming sound as a man and a woman stepped in and everyone seemed to light up.

"Farah! Alex! I didn't know you two were back in town! How's your family Farah?"

"Hello! We got back late last night, they're doing good. Dad says hello John!" The woman, Farah, gave everyone hugs as the man Alex gives a firm hand shake to Nik and Price.

"Where's Mom?" Alex, another American who again caught Simon off guard. Simon wasn't surprised by Kate as Price made a great many jokes about it.

" She is in the kitchen!" Rudy supplied smiling as he turned towards Price.

"She's making a fresh bre- NO!" Alejandro begins speaking in Spanish as Rudy starts laughing patting the man on the back. Simon is a little caught off guard with the variety of people here, with Nik being Russian, The Laswell couple, Alex, and Graves all being Americans, Farah being from Urzikstan, and Alejandro & Ruby being from Mexico. Simon's thoughts are cut short as the double doors swing open.

A man wearing a similar outfit to Gary's comes in, he's wearing a black button up and black slacks but where Gary has a purple bowtie this man had nothing but in his chest pocket he had a little red pocket square. He's carrying a large planter with multiple plates of food that he hands to those sitting at the table. Once he's done he turns around. When he smiles Simon feels like he's looking at the sun, it's so bright.

"Price! Good to see you, Mom told me you'd be stopping by!" The man steps behind the bar getting drinks for Farah and Alex.

Price guides Simon into the kitchen, the scent of fresh bread and simmering beef stew wafted into Simon's face. There was another man standing at a stove humming to music that was being played further into the kitchen. Price walked over to him and leaned against the wall next to the wall and started chatting with him. Kyle was the name Simon heard.

"Oh! Simon just walk towards music and looks for the woman with ginger hair, let her know I sent you..." Price smiled reassuringly at Simon before going back to the conversation with Kyle.

Simon did as he was told and began to walk further into the kitchen following the music playing. He rounds a corner to see a woman with ginger hair, long white sleeve rolled up as she's kneading dough.

"Excuse me? Are you Mom? Price told me to find you." Simon said after clearing his throat.

The woman looks at him and smiles sweetly before putting the dough into a tray and slipping it into the oven next to her. She removes her apron and washes her hands quickly before walking towards Simon. Holding out a hand and as Simon grips it to shake she begins to talk.

"Nice to meet you lad, Maevis O'Connor but most everyone calls me Mom. If you'd like to follow me we can have a proper discussion while we sit..." She steps past Simon guilding him yet again. As they pass Price and Kyle she speaks up again.

"Kyle darling the bread is in the oven, the timers are set. You'll be the only one here, make sure John doesn't burn down my kitchen won't you?"

"Yes ma'am, Shepherd's Pie is almost done so I'll watch for the bread." O'Connor nods smiling so sweetly towards Kyle.

"Oh come now Maeve I won't burn down your kitchen!"

" If you keep distracting my head chief you will... Mind yourself this is my kitchen and I keep my knives very sharp John!" She says as she pushes through the doors holding one open for Simon.

She points towards a small booth in the far corner closest to the door Simon had originally entered from. Simon goes to sit down as O'Connor says a few words to everyone after walking behind the bar and grabbing a small piece of paper. She hands it to Simon before sitting across from him.

Simon looks down to see a small menu with four meals on it. His confusion must be visible in his eyes because O'Connor speaks up.

"Pick one and we'll bring it out for you lad!" The same sweet smile across her face.

"Ah no I'm good, I'm not hungry!" As if to call Simon out on the lie his stomach growls.

O'Connor tilts her head at him but before she can say anything the bartender appears at their table.

"What can I get for you tonight?"

"Nothing I'm good..." Simon says again hoping he stomach doesn't betray him again.

He hears O'Connor sigh before ordering a slice of Shepard's pie then looking to him

"What's your drink of choice lad?" Simon again tries to deny to no avail.

"John! What the hell does this stubborn git drink?"

Price who'd sat at the table with Nik, Sarah and Kate have their own booth eating together, turns towards them before yelling back.

"Kentucky bourbon, neat!" Price smiled at Simon as though he could see betrayal on Simon's face even with the mask on.

"Like a good ol' boy" the bartender gives Simon a wolfish smile that makes his heart stutter and his lower half jump. He's extremely thankful for his mask as it hides his blush that's definitely spreading across his face.

"Down MacTavish, no need for that. You've got what you need here." O'Connor swatted his arm, the man MacTavish laughed hard before ducking into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about him... So you're Simon! I'm sorry to hear about your bad luck lad but hopefully I can help you turn that around. I've got a few spots open for both the bar and the club, which ever is preferred. There's a few potions open in the kitchen and doorman/bouncer for the nightclub." Simon and O'Connor talk about what the jobs would entail and how much he'd make per hour. Simon decides on the bouncer and doorman position.

"Are you still interested in living here? I don't know if John told you or not but you'll have a roommate. MacTavish has a spare room that he's already cleared out and set up. All you have to do is move in, if you're interested."

"Yes, Price told me and I'm more than okay with a roommate." After they confirmed a few details O'Connor left to grab some paper work for Simon to fill out, while walking away she stopped MacTavish who'd just walked out with Simon's food. He sat it down and came back with the bourbon.

"Do you mind if I take this seat? I figured we should chat a bit if you'll be moving in. So I'm John MacTavish but the regulars calls me Soap... Expect for Mom." Again Simon's heart flutters at the smile Soap flashes him.

"Johnny, what's with the nickname?"

"There wasn't an automatic dishwasher when I started working here so I used to do it. I always had soap suds in my hair when I came back to the bar, eventually the regulars took to calling me Soap... It stuck."

"O'Connor mentioned everyone who works here is former military, what did you do?"

"Demolitions! Had a knack for blowing things up, happened to be too close to one of my explosions. Can't hear well enough to continue service... Got to Sergeant Major, what about you?"

"lnfantry, Lieutenant... Psych evaluations didn't go how they'd like."

"Lieutenant huh? Want me to call you LT?" Same wolfish smile and a quirk of his eyebrow, Simon couldn't handle how his heart fluttered.

"No thanks Johnny, Simon's fine."

O'Connor came back with the papers and a pen and sat them down in front of Simon, "Just fill this out and set it on the bar, Tavish your off the clock I'll man the bar. Help Simon get settled in and show him around... Tomorrow's Sunday so I'll train you on what you're expected to do, Simon and introduce you to the team."

"Thank you for this, it's greatly appreciated Ms. O'Connor."

"Call me Mom, lad... I'm sure the regulars will come up with a nickname for you. Goodnight boys." O'Connor walks to the bar as more people begin to trickle in.

After Simon finishes his food and drink as well as the paperwork for O'Connor. The whole time he sat silently while Johnny chatted away, normally Simon would have told anyone talking to him this much to piss off. But for whatever reason he didn't find himself annoyed at Johnny and his constant chatter, Simon even responded and asked his own questions.

"When you're ready, follow me." John wink at Simon who was forever grateful that he's wearing a face mask because the amount this man makes him blush isn't fair. "You got anything else you'll need help grabbing?"

"No just the box and bag... Didn't have much before the military." Johnny nods before leading Simon back through the door he came through originally.

John pointed to the door on their left and lets Simon know that it leads to O'Connor's flat, it's the smallest one. It also leads to O'Connor's office in case Simon ever needs to know.

They go up passing a small landing with a door, which Johnny informed him was Roach (Gary) and Sam's flat. They get to the second landing and stop, Simon learns the Gaz (Kyle) lives on the floor above them and that there's a large roof access that everyone in the building is allowed to use.

Johnny opens the door to reveal a decent sized living room with a dining area and a nice kitchen. There are two doors to Simon's right and another on his left between the kitchen and living room. The door on the left is revealed to be their bathroom which was an okay size just very long. The first door on the right is John's room.

Simon's room is already slightly furnished, there's a big bed against the far fall, a dresser next to the door and a closet in the wall him and John share. It's simple and a lot more than what Simon was originally expecting, he's left to unpack his room which isn't much, all of his clothes fit into the first two dresser draws and everything in the box stays in the box under the bed. Simon leaves the room to put his bathroom supplies away. As he enters the living room he's greeted by an unholy sight that makes his heart stop beating and everything else to rush downstairs.

Johnny is sprawled out over the couch in his work clothes, his buttons down opened just enough for Simon to catch a glimpse of his well built chest and the faintest dusting of brown chest hair. His head is leaned back and tilted at just an angle that the light catches every feature of his face and highlights it gorgeously. His arm on the top of the couch perfectly flexing and his legs spread open just right to make the black slacks he's wearing to strain against him perfectly. He's a vision that Simon wants to devour...

Then he opens his eyes and it's like Simon is adrift in the sea, such a crystal clear blue that swallows him entirely. He can feel himself step forward as Johnny smiles at him like Simon's being lured in. Finally though his brain catches up and Simon clears his throat.

"Where should I put these in the bathroom?"

"There's a shelf next to the bath, half of the cabinet below the sink is yours along with the top two shelves behind the mirror." Simon is quick to lock himself away in the bathroom, he's struggling to keep himself calm. Just by looking at him Johnny has made him an absolute wreck. Simon eventually sorts out where his stuff goes before leaving.

Simon leaves and is greeted by Johnny leaving his room in a simple tank top and sweats. Simon walks out trying not to stare when the man lifts his arms high above his head to stretch and lets out the most sinful groan of relief. Simon felt his mouth go dry and his hand ached as they were curled into fists. This was going to be hard on him but he's sure he can deal.

Simon can absolutely deal with his hot as sin roommate.

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ashwhowrites · 7 months ago

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so I was wondering if you could do a story where Robin has been spending less time with her girlfriend ever since she got her license and so she thinks reader is cheating on her since she got a car and could go where ever she wanted so one day to get her out of her slump Steve takes her to see a street racing competition and who does she sees their? Reader kicking ass and ignoring every girl and boy who flirted with her and immediately goes to kiss Robin the second she sees her. So she’s definitely not cheating and reader explained that the reason they where here more was because of the extra money she could make to buy Robin a gift 🥺

(kinda like angst to fluff and maybe smut at the end idk)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻 there isn't any smut, I'm sorry

Racer

Robin knew never learning how to drive would come back to bite her in the ass. She cursed herself for never learning or even attempting. She enjoyed Stevedriving her around, getting to be the passenger DJ and shout orders.

Ever since her girlfriend Y/N got a license, she has barely seen her. She was constantly driving off and never seemed to be home when Robin called. The random act of disappearance ate away at Robin's brain. She felt like her skin was constantly itchy as she felt uncomfortable in her clothes.

Something was going on and Robin had a horrible gut feeling about what it was. Someone was taking up all of her girlfriend's time, putting her in a slump.

Steve felt worried for his friend and wanted to do something to get her out of the house. He didn't want to believe Y/N was cheating, but Robin made a good argument. Still, Steve demanded she got fresh air.

Robin sighed as Steve's car came to a stop, she took in her surroundings.

"Is this a race track?" She asked, truthfully she had never been to one or thought of going to one. But now that she was here, and could hear the screams of fans she was intrigued.

"Yep, so let's watch some racing and get your mind off her." Steve smiled, hopping out of his car and Robin followed.

They walked down the bleachers, heading for the front spot near the fence. The cars were loud and the smoke filled Robin's nose. She wasn't sure if this was legal, but she was amazed by all the different kinds of cars and people.

She looked to her left and felt her eyes widen, she elbowed Steve repeatedly until he finally looked.

"Holy shit, is that Y/N?" Steve asked, he quickly checked her out before Robin noticed. Y/N was in jean shorts and a tank top, gloves on her hands as she leaned against her new car. She was talking to someone, and feeling eyes on her she looked over.

Robin couldn't help but smile at the reaction Y/N had seeing her. Y/N was quick to end the conversation, with a big smile as she waved. Robin waved back, stunned by how hot her girlfriend looked and wondering why she was here.

Robin kept her eyes on her as Y/N walked over to them, ignoring every boy who tried to walk up to talk to her. Robin could hear the whistles and cat calls, but Y/N ignored them.

"Rob!" Y/N cheered, throwing her arms around Robin and pulling her into a kiss

Robin slowly kissed back, her head still spinning from the wild events.

"What are you doing here?" Robin asked when she pulled away, Steve stood a few feet back to give them privacy.

"A little side job to make some extra cash. I've been winning races like crazy, and saving every dime for your birthday. What are you doing here?" Y/N asked her arms still around Robin's neck.

"That is so sweet," Robin cooed, feeling extremely guilty for thinking she was cheating. "I uh...Steve wanted to get me out of the house and brought me here." Robin explained

"Well, I'm glad you are here. Let me show you around." Y/N smiled, she removed her arms, instead slipping her hand in Robin's. "Steve, you are welcome to join."

"That's alright. You girls have fun" Steve winked, walking to find a seat.

"So...my girlfriend is a street racer?" Robin asked, a real smile appearing on her face. She nudged her shoulder against Y/N's as they walked towards the track

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Tolkien Black x Reader - sky's the limit

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Summary: You spend the New Year's Eve the only way you want to - in the arms of your favourite person.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content (everyone involved is above the age of consent), Penis In Vagina Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Wall Sex, Mentions of Alcohol & Drug Usage

A/N: Story of how this came to be: I was listening to Rich Sex by Nicki Minaj ft. Lil Wayne. Then I thought of Tolkien. My brain short-circuited and before I noticed I had like five paragraphs written.

Figured I might as well write a NYE fic then, because I really liked the concept and Tolkien desperately needs more love.

Also, third fic in a row with the 'Semi-Public Sex' tag? What is happeninggggg

It was December 31st, 2024. Still another hour or so until midnight, judging by the 90’’ TV screen on the living room wall, which had been for a while now displaying a countdown to the New Year - a livestream for the Times Square ball drop, so a whole bunch of adults in bumfuck Colorado could go absolutely berserk over an event happening all the way on the other side of the country. Which didn’t even mean much, considering my friends would crash out over damn near anything.

The TV wasn’t the focus of anyone’s attention at that moment; most people around were either dancing their soul away to the crazy beats the DJ had cooked up, threading the line between ‘making out’ and ‘blatant exhibitionism’’ on some corner - or, if they had enough decency, in one of the apartment’s bedrooms -, or getting drunk/high off their marbles to start the new year on a good note. The few folk who still attempted normal conversation needed to do so really loudly, which only added to the cacophony overwhelming everyone’s senses.

More due to being tired of his friends’ constant begging than out of any real interest to do so, my boyfriend Tolkien had rented out an entire penthouse for New Year’s Eve and the day right after, also forking out the money for a decent party at the place. It was supposed to just be people we knew - which was already a lot, considering our friends -, but the whole thing got so big and so out of control that even people from neighboring towns were coming to attend, and every broken thing or mess I stumbled upon made me wince and sigh out of respect for my partner’s wallet.

That’s not to say it was a shitty party. It was wild, yes, but awesome. Music was blasting, drinks were flowing freely, everyone seemed to be in their best vibes and no fights had broken out yet - which was always a plus. I was having a great time, and, from the glimpses I caught of him around the packed place, Tolkien was too. We didn’t spend much of that time actually together, but I saw him here and there mingling with our common friends, usually looking relaxed and laughing at some joke, a different glass in his hand each time. He would never be able to get all of his money’s worth, but he wouldn’t be able to say he hated all of it, either.

However, even though I was enjoying it all, sometimes a girl needs a break. Being a very involved member of the ‘party planning committee’ - a role basically forced upon me due to being the host’s girlfriend -, I had already spent some energy trying to put it all together, so I admit I might’ve gotten myself tired a bit earlier than everyone else. Not a problem, though - I just needed to take a breather, maybe some water, allow my eardrums to calm down a little before they got permanent damage from the pounding music, and then I’d be back in action without any trouble. So I weaseled myself out of yet another drinking game someone had come up with and made my way to the penthouse’s huge balcony.

In a surprising change of pace for our little mountain town, on that particular New Year’s Eve, it hadn’t snowed. Still that didn’t mean respite from the stinging winter breezes, as I had come to find when they passed right through the thin layer of my pantyhose, making me shiver basically as soon as I stepped outside. I lectured myself mentally for not having thought of it and for prioritizing a cute outfit instead of comfort and warmth, but in my defense, I figured I’d spend the whole time inside of the apartment where it was warmer anyways, so more protection wasn’t needed.

I pushed through the uncomfortable sensation, focusing on the warmth provided by my coat and the other layers of my outfit, and it soon subsided. My feet slowly traversed the area of the terrace, while my eyes took in the well-decorated environment that was still fairly untouched by our friends’ disastrous behaviour - at least until one of them was drunkenly dared to hang out naked outside, which was bound to happen eventually.

Without even noticing, I had made my way to the farthest end of the balcony, a more dimly-lit area, that had no doors leading directly to it and no large windows overseeing it either. There were few decorations - a coffee table, some armchairs around it, big potted plants just like the others spread throughout the outside area of the penthouse. I ignored all of that, heading towards the railing and leaning against it; that specific part of the railing was fairly tall and made of concrete, hitting just under my chest, in a way that I could comfortably put my weight on it to look down at the city without fear of anything breaking.

For a while, the booming bass of the music and the loud voices inside of the apartment became dull noise as I watched the buildings below, places that I had visited the whole year and that impacted my life so greatly, now looking like my personal Lego city as I saw them from high up. The more commercial parts of town were almost entirely plunged into darkness, only the lampposts and some colorful lights from the most recent Christmas a testament that something actually happened in those areas. So my eyes drifted naturally to the residential regions, which were way more lively; lots of houses had their lights on, their inhabitants surely preparing for a great year, channeling that excitement either in the form of a simple family gathering or a loud boisterous party much like the one I was currently in.

“Ah, there you are. I was wondering about you.”

And just like that, I was taken away from my dream-like state by a gentle male voice - but that did not bother me at all. I had a soft smile on my face as I turned to face Tolkien, who walked slowly towards me with his hands in his pockets and returned my smile in kind.

Despite having already spent time together earlier, I couldn’t help but study his whole body up and down as he approached, taking in his whole outfit with great interest. A beige Burberry trench coat covered up the upper half of his body, ending about at the middle of his thighs, fully closed. The black trousers were also Burberry, but no different than any other run-of-the-mill pants to the untrained eye; the only thing that made them slightly different was a small embroidered design above one of the back pockets - which I only knew existed because I had taken that very same garment off of Tolkien’s body numerous times and watched him put it back on later. The charcoal grey scarf neatly wrapped around his neck had the LV monogram patterned all over it, clearly visible in its contrast even in the darkness of the late night. I couldn’t even begin to remember the brands of his shoes, his belt or his watch, the names sounding too expensive for me when he first told me, like one of those exclusive things that doesn’t even reach the ears of the common folk. Only his whole current ensemble was already more expensive than the full outfits of all the other guests combined, and he wore it like it was nothing.

I always greatly appreciated the way that he dressed. Not because it was all expensive and I liked to be seen with a rich guy, mind you; Tolkien could wear a potato sack and I’d still stare at him like the most perfect sculpture. It was the fact that, under all that expensive wrapping, the real gift was for my eyes only, complete perfection that was irrevocably mine.

The only thing currently getting in the way of that perfection was a pair of flimsy plastic glasses, a staple at NYE parties, according to whatever idiot it was that bought them. The damn things were neon yellow, glowed in the dark, and had ‘2025’ on top of the hollow circles that were the actual glasses. Apparently our friends couldn’t find the version that made the 0 and the second 2 the ‘eye’ part of the design - and thank God for that, or else I don’t think I could’ve kept my face straight for as long as I did while looking at Tolkien.

My boyfriend stopped right beside me and we both exchanged a loving glance at each other before our gazes returned to the town spreading below us. “I just needed a bit of fresh air. You know how it is.” I shrugged.

“So you chose to come outside where it’s freezing,” Tolkien retorted in light-hearted mockery, his arm making its way over my shoulders and pulling me closer against his side, that hand running up and down my arm as if trying to create extra heat over my coat. “So much for ‘fresh’.”

“At least now I get to be close to you like this.” I chuckled, leaning towards him and twisting the end of his scarf lazily on my index finger. “I see Clyde sold you out on the ugly-ass glasses.”

Tolkien’s eyes widened and his other hand quickly flew to his face, tearing away the colorful piece of plastic and throwing it over his shoulder as if it was toxic, his expression shifting into one of embarrassment at being caught wearing such a ridiculous object. “I’m sorry you had to witness that.” He mumbled, slightly dejected.

I laughed and wrapped my arms sideways around his waist. “It’s alright, I still love you.”

My answer was enough for him to lose his mortification and smile once more, turning his face towards me briefly to plant a kiss to the top of my head. He then turned to watch the buildings again, his expression much more peaceful - and beautiful, which he always was, but more so now that he had ditched the terrible party accessory.

“But hey, you’re outside,” I shot him a curious look, “Why’s that?”

“Needed some fresh air too,” it was his time to shrug, ”And wanted to at least try to enjoy the view. You know, the one I paid for?”

There was no arguing with that. For the guy that was paying for the whole thing, he surely didn’t get to enjoy most of the penthouse’s amenities before our friends completely trashed it, and we weren’t sure he’d have much patience for it the next day. “It is a very nice view, though,” I commented, “Probably the best I’ve ever seen.”

I heard the tiny ruffling of Tolkien’s scarf as he shook his head. “I’ve seen better.”

“Oh yeah?” I rolled my eyes jokingly. “What was it? Greece, Thailand, the Bahamas?”

“No, no, and no.” Every word of his negative was punctuated by a light tap of his index finger on my shoulder. “Right here in South Park, actually.”

A huff of disbelief left my mouth. “Baby, I think the alcohol is getting to you.”

He turned his whole body towards me and brought his hands to my shoulders, pushing them slightly so I was physically coaxed into facing him as well. “You don’t believe me?”

“It isn’t that I don’t,” I explained, “But you’ve travelled a lot, Tolkien. Surely someplace must look better than the middle of nowhere in America itself.”

“I don’t remember mentioning a place.”

The intensity of his gaze towards me, the sheer adoration in it, told me what words hadn’t yet. I felt my face getting hotter, internally thanking the dim lighting that might provide me with some sort of cover for the red tint that certainly spread in my cheeks. It was unbelievable - Tolkien and I had been together for a while, he had called me all the good adjectives in the dictionary by now, and still made me blush like a damn teenager every single time with his praise.

“You’re the best sight I’ll ever get to see,” one of his hands came to cup my cheek while the other tilted my chin slightly up, “I don’t really need to be anywhere else, if I can just have you by my side.”

“Well, I already am,” my voice was roughly more than a whisper, the low volume making both of us lean closer so I could be heard, “And I’ll always be. I’m yours, Tolkien.”

My lips met his halfway, closing the gap in a tender kiss, almost innocent as it started, letting our bodies cool down from the still present party energy and bringing us to focus on the serene aspects of our affection towards each other. Tolkien’s hands dropped to my waist as he realized he didn’t need to keep my face in position anymore, stroking up and down the sides of my body, making me wish I wasn’t wearing so many layers to keep warm just so I could feel his touch directly on me.

When my arms wrapped around his neck and I tilted my face a bit, we both understood those moves for the invitation they were to deepen the kiss, and he sighed against my mouth as he pressed his lips on mine with more insistence. I felt the taste of the champagne on his tongue as it brushed against mine in a languid dance, and found myself yearning for more of that flavor, drinking it like it was the real beverage; I was a complete lightweight when it came to anything Tolkien.

What to me was heading out to be just a sweet couple of kisses quickly took a turn when my boyfriend swiftly pushed me and had my back hitting the railing. My legs instinctively spread apart to keep myself stable and he immediately claimed that space in the middle of them, rolling his hips against mine with our bodies pressed together. His lips started tracing a path over my jawline and down my neck with small kisses - making sure to get that tiny spot behind my ear that never failed to make my breath hitch -, getting to their destination on the crook of my neck, where tiny nips and suckles were added to the mix of his affectionate caresses on my body.

“Here?” A curious chuckle left my mouth as I inquired, though there was not a hint of anger or shame in my voice - it was more the fact that, in all of the time I knew him, Tolkien was always one to prefer the peace and quiet of four walls and a locked door for his more intimate displays of affection, instead of the open air and the sight of the wide sky like the situation we were in now. Being public like this, in a place full of people where anyone could simply walk outside for long enough and catch us, was unusual; but I wasn’t about to really complain.

“All the rooms are full already. I checked,” he stopped his assault on my neck for a moment to pull back slightly and give me a pleading look that could melt even the iciest of hearts, “Please, honey?”

There was no way I was going to deny the owner of those magnificent mahogany eyes anything he ever wanted in life, not when he looked at me like that, like I held the whole firmament that spread above us. I tilted my head away from him to expose my neck more in silent permission for him to continue working on it. “Hm, so you were planning for this.”

“And if I was?” Tolkien smirked, leaning forward and putting his mouth to my neck again, his grip on my waist tightening, “Can’t blame a man for wanting to be with his girlfriend instead of with a bunch of jerks on a beautiful night like this, can you?”

I really couldn’t, especially when said girlfriend also wanted to be with her man, and had the fast heartbeat to prove it. So instead I had my hands do the talking by letting them drift all over the front part of his trenchcoat, skilled fingers opening the buttons and the belt on it to make the work easier for my boyfriend. He helped me out by putting a bit of distance between our bodies so I could actually move my hands between us, but was flush against me again as soon as the last button was loose, pressing me insistently against the concrete railing.

His hand slid under my skirt, taking its time as it glided over my thighs in a velvety caress before making its way between them. One harsh tug at the thin fabric was enough for Tolkien to tear a hole through the crotch of my tights, then a few more for that hole to stretch wider and give him easier access to my still clothed core.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” he said as if reading my mind, his fingers now hooking under my panties to bring them aside and out of his way, “Just don’t want you to be cold.”

“What a gentleman.” It was only half of a jest - he truly was one.

Underwear now out of the way too, there was nothing separating my most sensitive area from my boyfriend’s loving touch. Two of his fingers traced my slit, spreading my arousal all over it, his sensual motions like fuel to the intense warmth that had built on my lower abdomen and was slowly spreading through my whole body. Tolkien brought his right hand around my left thigh and pulled it up so my leg was resting against his hip, leaving my other leg planted on the ground. My hands held onto his shoulders for stability, thumbs instinctively rubbing caresses he couldn’t physically feel over his thick coat but undoubtedly made its way to his heart.

Seeing me in that position and completely open for him, he was quick to pull himself off from inside his pants - but I didn’t even have time to appreciate that beautiful cock of his with my eyes before he got into position and pushed it to the hilt inside of me, filling me up completely in one move, a hiss of pleasure leaving his mouth at the same time as a yelp of surprise and slight pain left mine. Such speed was another unusual occurrence; Tolkien was normally much more gentle when we made love, he liked to take his time and really feel me stretching around him.

My pain-like reaction was immediately noticed by my partner, and his wide-eyed worried gaze shot up to my face. “Everything alright, baby?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” my reassurance was accompanied by a deep sigh of relief on his part, “Just… Sudden.”

Tolkien nodded, pressing his forehead against mine. “Sorry,” he whispered, “It’s just… the cold, you know.”

I nodded emphatically, understanding his worry. If there was one thing I didn’t want right now, it was to be cock-blocked by Mother Nature.

He allowed himself to stay like this for a while, placing various quick yet luscious pecks to my mouth in succession, enjoying the sensation of my warmth enveloping him completely, and letting me adjust to his throbbing length as well. Then the arm he had around my thigh wrapped tighter as he started to move in slow, deep thrusts; his free hand roaming over my clothed body, tracing curves he couldn’t properly see but already knew completely by heart. He started off gentle, his cock massaging my walls with kindness, eyes fixated on mine, gauging my every reaction and letting his body transform the immensely positive feedback into motivation for him to keep going.

Small clouds would leave both our mouths with each exhale - the chemical phenomenon giving physical form to the lustful mist that slowly clouded both my mind and his, protecting us from the environment and also making us hyper-aware of our connection and every sensation related to each other’s touch. I could feel all the veins in his thick length imprinting my walls, my cunt the exact perfect shape for him, as if tailor-made. With every movement, he had his cock pressing against the sweet spot inside of me - it took everything I had for me to not brace myself and beg for him to take me hard and fast, because I still wanted to be with him, to savor that moment, to have it last.

In a surprising move, his hands left my body for a brief moment so he could hurriedly shed his coat and scarf, letting them fall to the floor without a care. Underneath that layer, he was wearing a navy blue Armani dress shirt - which I, completely disregarding his comfort or protection against the weather, undid the remaining closed buttons of as well, letting my nails lightly rake his toned torso as it was bare in front of me. Tolkien didn’t even shudder as the cold hit his now much less protected body, and I fully understood why; between the two of us, we were generating enough heat to make the whole building think it was summer.

“You look beautiful tonight.” I murmured tenderly, letting my hand stop splayed on the left side of his chest, right over his racing heart.

“You look beautiful always.” His eyes fluttered almost closed as he picked up speed on his thrusts, instinctively responding to my soft touch on his skin.

Whines of pleasure left my mouth more frequently with this new pace that chased the perfect middle ground between sweet lovemaking and rough fucking - a middle ground that Tolkien was always capable of achieving and that always had me running back for more of him. I was getting louder and louder every time, taking full advantage of the blaring music from the party, which prevented anyone else from hearing us and coming outside to check. My sounds seemed to reach Tolkien’s brain loud and clear, though, as he brought his face to my ear and started whispering lovely words of praise, his warm breath making the fine hairs behind my neck stand with the goosebumps it created.

In time, we both started to lose our senses of self in favor of pleasure, my arms wrapping around Tolkien’s neck as I tried to melt his body into mine and make us one whole thing. He, on the other hand, was throwing more and more of his caution off the penthouse railing - the sweet nothings he murmuring into my hair turning into slurred curse words I hardly ever heard him use, but that seemed to come naturally to him in that particular moment. The arm he had wrapped around my thigh brought my leg even higher against the side of his body, using the extra space and the slightly different position to pound harder against me; his other hand found itself on the almost non-existent space between our hips, sneaking down to my clit and skillfully rubbing circles on the sensitive nub. Immediately I felt like the whole sky had been brought down to me, breathy moans in quick succession trying to use up all the air in the atmosphere - I was getting dizzy on the way he made me feel so good, logical thought being replaced with utter need for him.

With the new stimulation, I was clenching harder than ever around Tolkien’s cock, and his body responded to all of my touches like it was all just an extension of the most sensitive areas of him, even though he was almost fully covered. I could feel his whole body tensing between my legs, against my thigh, under my arms, every part that he had against me was threatening to snap. His thrusts were all over the place and erratic, and he grunted with gritted teeth like he was one breath away from losing all control. Yet he held on to it for dear life, inhaling sharply as if he wanted the cold air to freeze him so he could last just a little bit longer - if there was one thing about my boyfriend, it was that he refused to cum until I did.

Not that it would take too long for that. I tugged at Tolkien’s hair, pulling his head away from my neck so that he was directly facing me. His eyes were glazed off, almost completely gone, portals to his blissful mind.

“Tolkien… aaaah… I’m… I’m…”

Proper words were starting to get lost on me as I tiptoed the edge of my orgasm. Yet, I still found it in me to say, right after, the only ones that would be on my heart no matter the situation as long as I was with him: “I love you…”

“I love you too, honey,” his voice was low and rough with his passion, “So… So much…”

And that simple expression overpowered me. I threw my head back, letting it dangle over the railing as my climax set my whole body ablaze, mouth opening wide in a moan of my lover’s name that was probably heard across the whole state. Opening my eyes and staring directly at the night sky, I saw every single star as close as they could be to my body, their very energy coursing through my skin like countless sparks. Even if thousands of light years away, the whole galaxy was etched deep into my very soul, and yet it was a mere atom in comparison to the size of my love for Tolkien.

I stopped hearing his harsh breathing during the whole time utter pleasure was flashing through me; granted, I didn’t hear much of anything at that moment, but I just knew he was watching my face with thorough veneration as I came. Then both of Tolkien’s arms wrapped around my body with an extremely protective squeeze as his body leaned towards mine instead of away, his hips stuttering frantically towards mine - the sight of my face in utmost pleasure and my walls tightening around him always managed to have him done for, and his release came almost immediately after. While he emptied himself inside of me, his head was hanging over my shoulder, face down, looking towards the streets and buildings dozens of meters below us.

“Wow, we are so high up right now,” I heard Tolkien murmur with a slightly surprised tone to it, as if he had just been made aware of where exactly we were, despite us having taken in the view before. He was trembling slightly, half aftershocks and half a natural discomfort at the height. “It’s so cool.”

The chuckle that left my mouth with his comment was lazy, mirroring the completely spent state of my body. “So you’re sold on this being the best view ever now?”

He made a hum of disagreement, and when he spoke again, I could almost hear his smile. “Still not. But I guess I had forgotten about what was top 2.”

I knew where this was going, but, in my still slightly lust-drunk mind, I decided I wanted him to say it. “Which was…”

“Your face when you cum,” There it is, I thought to myself as he answered, “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Tolkien slowly straightened his posture, bringing my upper body along with him, his arms loosening around my body but still keeping me close. His cock was now softening inside of me, keeping all of his essence plugged in, filling me up with a type of warmth that had both everything and nothing to do with the hot seed that painted my walls.

When he pulled back a bit and my eyes scanned his satisfied features, I finally saw it - tiny specks of white now peppered his dark hair, creating a sharp contrasting image which definitely wasn’t there before. I lifted one of my hands to his head and gently brushed some of them away, the edges of my eyesight capturing Tolkien’s confused expression for a brief moment.

“It’s snowing,” I explained, hearing a hum of acknowledgement from him shortly after. He echoed my movements with one of his own hands, ghosting over my hair and shoulder, clearing me off of small ice crystals I couldn’t see.

“We should go back inside then,” he gestured with his head towards the penthouse, “We don’t wanna be here if it gets any worse.”

My head moved in a nod of agreement. Now that I didn’t have the fire of lust running through my veins anymore, I was made too aware of how the weather had gotten worse, and we really didn’t need the most intimate parts of us exposed to the harsh cold. We had to separate, make ourselves presentable again, and go back inside the apartment so I could rush to the bathroom before Tolkien’s release could create questionable stains on my ruined pantyhose.

However, despite acknowledging the discomfort of our bodies and the compromising position we were in, despite saying with all the words that we had to leave, none of us made a move. Tolkien was now completely soft, his arms had dropped their hold completely on my body to just let his hands rest on my hips. Yet my left leg was still wrapped around his waist, keeping me in the same position I was when we were making love, keeping the energy of our little escapade physically present with us for just a while longer in the form of that contact. We both distracted ourselves by looking up for a while, the twinkle of the stars present in our eyes, happy and serene.

“Honey?” Tolkien suddenly brought my attention back to him with a warm callout, the volume of his voice still low.

My eyes immediately went to him again. “Hm?”

“I love you.”

Even though my heart was soaring like it always did whenever he said that to me, I still let out an amused chuckle. “You already said that.”

“What’s wrong with saying it again?” one of his hands went to nudge my shoulder in a playful manner. “It’s true!”

“I know, I know.” The hand I had on his hair drifted down to his face, my silk-like touch caressing his cheek. “And I love you too, Tolkien.”

As he poured all those sweet words into my body with a passionate kiss, my resolution for the New Year was made, even though it had already long been completed. I’d spend every day of my life letting this love flow through my body, with Tolkien right next to me, making every single minute perfect for us.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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