#greaser au

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cry baby | prologue

Summary: Meet The Avengers, the infamous friendship group. Known for causing trouble all around town, and being feared by all. Expect the youngest member of the group, she was different and she was protected.

Warning: Smoking. Alcohol. Crying.

Word Count: 1179

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The bar hummed with music, laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional roar of a motorcycle outside. In the corner booth, among the haze of cigarette smoke and the dim glow of neon lights, sat a group of friends, claimed as The Avengers. 

Bucky Barnes leaned back in the booth, his eyes constantly scanning the room with a gaze as piercing as the edge of his knife. His presence commanded respect anywhere he went, without raising his voice. He was an enigma wrapped in leather.

A smirk played at the corner of his lips as he observed the scene at the bar. Your presence was a stark contrast to the rough ambiance of the bar. Dressed in a delicate flowing dress, out of place amidst the leather and tattoos, you were the embodiment of vulnerability in a world that praised itself on toughness. Your gaze darted nervously around the room as you waited for your drink. 

Bucky’s grip tightened around the beer bottle he had been nursing as he watched the bartender lean close to you. His jaw clenched with a quiet intensity, some instinct urged him to intervene, to protect you from whatever the guy was trying to do. But, before he could make a move he noticed Steve, your older brother and his best friend, standing closer to you. It was obvious from Steve’s expression and assertive stance that he was telling the bartender to step back.

Turning back his attention to the booth, he caught Natasha’s knowing smirk and Sam’s amused glance. They also had been watching the scene at the bar and offered small nods of approval toward Steve as you both made your way to the booth with the drinks. You were a tight-knit group, and there was an unspoken understanding that you would always protect one another. Mostly, it was you that they were protecting.

Your emotions began to bubble to the surface, tears threatened to spill over. The reasons for them, you were unsure of. Was it the presence of the new bartender? Perhaps Steve’s protective demeanor had caused them. Or maybe it was simply the atmosphere of smoke and dust. Regardless, as you settled back into the booth, the sight of Bucky’s eye-rolling toward you only worsened the urge to cry.

“Spill the beans, crybaby,” Bucky’s voice cut through the chatter of your friends around you. “What’s the verdict today? Tears of joy or sadness?” his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned forward.

Your cheeks flushed, and you tilted your head up hoping gravity will stop the tears from spilling. “I, I don’t know,” you mumbled softly, your voice barely audible over the noise of the bar.

As the night wore on, the bar grew increasingly rowdy and you found yourself retreating into the safety of your thoughts. No matter how hard you tried to hide your teary eyes, you couldn’t escape Bucky’s watchful gaze. 

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As closing time drew near, there was a subtle shift that settled over the group, a silent acknowledgment that their night was coming to an end. With reluctant sighs, you began to gather your belongings. The rest of your friends picked up their packets of cigarettes and leather jackets, as you picked up your sketchbook and pencil. Preparing to leave the warmth of the bar for the cold embrace of the night, you begin to make your way to the exit. 

Bucky remained rooted in his spot in the booth, his gaze fixed on some unseen point around the bar. “Hey, Buck, you coming?” Steve called out, his voice tinged with concern as he glanced back at his friend. 

You could almost see the cogs working in his mind as he hesitated, clenching his jaw. “I think I’ll stay a bit longer,” he finally replied, his voice low. 

Wanda arched an eyebrow, confusion took over her features as Natasha spoke for you all, “Everything okay, Barnes?” she asked, her tone laced with curiosity. 

He offered you all a tight-lipped smile, a silent reassurance that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah I’m fine,” he beamed at you all with an uncharacteristic glee. His gaze flickered over to you for a brief moment before returning to your friends. “I’ll catch up with you tomorrow,” 

With reluctant nods and murmured goodbyes, you and the rest of The Avengers made your way out of the bar, leaving Bucky alone. As the door swung shut behind you, Bucky let out a heavy sigh before making his way over to the bar.

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With a heavy sigh, Bucky climbed the stairs to your apartment door, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallways. An hour must have passed since you would have gotten home. As he reached the familiar door, he hesitated for a moment, his already grazed knuckles hovering over the wood before finally summoning the courage to knock. 

The door swung open, revealing your concerned expression as you took in the sight of him standing on her doorstep, a black eye already began to form. 

“Bucky? What happened?” you exclaimed, your voice filled the air with concern as you ushered him inside.

He offered you a weary smile, his gaze met yours with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion. “You should have seen the other guy,” he replied, his smile turning into a playful smirk. 

You arched an eyebrow skeptically, as you gestured for him to take a seat at the kitchen table. “Let’s just get you patched up,” you sent him a reassuring smile as you moved around your kitchen to fetch the first aid kit. 

As you began cleaning and dressing his wounds, he couldn’t help but marvel at the tenderness of your touch. Your hands moved with practiced precision while you stood in between his tights. Despite his attempts to downplay his injuries, he winced slightly as the antiseptic stung, his jaw clenching. 

A wave of emotion washed over you, and tears began to well up in your eyes, a silent testament to the guilt you carried from causing him more pain and discomfort. 

Bucky’s heart clenched at the sight of your tears, forgetting about his own pain momentarily as he reached out to gently cup your cheeks, wiping away the evidence of her distress. A gesture as gentle as it was instinctual. “Hey, what’s wrong?”  he asked softly, his hand never leaving your cheek.

You swallowed hard, your gaze flickering away from his as you struggled to find the words you wanted to say, “I, I don’t like when you’re hurt,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. 

A pang of guilt twisted in his chest as he realized the hurt he was causing. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I know, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice filled with regret as he felt your tears dampen his skin. “I’m sorry,” 

In the warmth of his embrace, you found comfort, and the weight of your worries subsided by the rhythm of his heartbeat. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, calming your emotions with every passing second.

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― pairing : Han Jisung x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, fluff, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) ― word count : 3.752 ― notes : my kinks got worse since the last time you saw me

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Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

Jisung was so rich it was almost unbelievable. His father owned the majority of the shops and diners in the town you lived in, resulting in him living in a huge mansion with a lot of butlers and maids. Jisung also threw the best parties, had a convertible comfortable car and always had the best weed.

At least, this is what your best friend always said; since all you did was steal longing glances at him from afar, hoping that he’d somehow – magically, take the hint.

«You should come to one of his parties sometimes. I could also introduce to the others Stray Kids!» she said, fixing her lipstick. «Who knows, maybe you’ll finally listen to me and become a Pink.»

You giggled, gently nudged your shoulder against hers. «As if!»

«Oh, come on!» she affectionately linked your arms together. «You and me, Pink Ladies! Can you imagine the fun we’d have?»

«Maybe in our next life. There’s no way I’m going back being a Pink.» you sighed, smiling at her as you reminisced your actions of focusing on your cheeseburger. «I’ve tried that, and I definitely didn’t like it.» you mumbled, before taking a big bite on your food. Few years earlier, you have been the Pink Lady of another boy in another group, even before Stray Kids became popular.

Long story short? Many - too many, tears wasted on someone who was definitely not worth it. You friends quickly re-adjusted her position on the red leather couch as you both heard the bells of the Frosty Palace’s entrance door ring loudly.

“Talk about the Devil…” You thought as your friend waved at Stray Kids, which waved back with loud greetings before heading towards their usual sitting spot.

You both finished your dinner quietly; going back talking about school and you could not help but once again steal some quick glances to the boys’ table. Jisung had always caught your attention, but you did not want to fuel the fire in your friend’s soul, otherwise she would never stop rambling about them. Sometimes, your stealth glances at Jisung would be reciprocated, and each time your eyes met, you would quickly advert your gaze with cheeks flaming red.

A soft tap on your shoulder caught your attention, and you turned your head to meet your friend’s knowingly smile, her grin erupting around the straw of her milkshake as she softly nudged your thigh with her knee.

«Become a Pink,» she whispered again «I could set you up with Seungmin, he’s tall and-» her speech was interrupted by a waiter which placed a tall glass of strawberry milkshake right in front of you. Milkshake you definitely did not order, since you already bought yourself to drink earlier.

«I believe there must be a mistake…» you shyly told the waiter «I didn’t order for this.»

The waiter politely smiled at you, before shaking his head «Han paid for you.» you furrowed your brows in confusion while you friend shrieked next to you, quickly grabbing your forearm, and the waiter pointed towards the counter with a nod.

Jisung was staring at you, partially leaning against the counter with a smug smile plastered on his face. You were sure you blushed as soon as your eyes met; main reason why you immediately averted your gaze as quickly as you have been burned by a wild flame.

«She’ll take it. Thank you so much. And also, say thank you to Jisung on her behalf.» your friend quickly answered before you could even process your thoughts and try to answer him that “No, thank you”, and the waiter quickly returned to his ministrations without sparing the both of you another glance.

«Han Jisung offered you a drink.» your friend’s voice was somewhere in between an excited shriek and a whisper-yell, her hand still firmly gripping on your arm.

«It’s… It’s a milkshake.» you clarified, trying to avoid looking in the general direction of the counter, even if you could still feel Jisung’s piercing stare on your skin.

«I don’t think you get the point.» she ignored your answer, «Han Jisung never buys girls anything.»

This random and unusual gesture turned into a definitive habit. Days turned into weeks, Jisung would sometimes offer you to drink, sometimes directly pay for your dinner and leaving you a confused, flustered and blushing mess anytime the cashier would say «Han already paid for you.»

Eventually, both your best friend and the rest of Stray Kids got tired about the two of you silently longing at each other from a safe distance, and you found yourself sitting with them.

Hanging around with them was fun; you had to admit your best friend was right. They all looked so incredibly badass but once you got to know them, you realized that they were also so incredibly dumb and funny. You honestly enjoyed hanging out with them.

You and Jisung got closer, becoming those kind of friends acting shy around each other because they are too dumb to make the first move. Jisung was a total sweetheart, despite his looks, and him being so naturally loud and funny but also a genuine listener made your crush for him steady grow each passing day. Jisung also never stopped treating you, despite you telling that it was okay, you could pay for yourself but he would just smile and shrug it off.

You did not exactly mind that, you found that new routine quite relaxing. The thought of confessing your feelings to Jisung sometimes came to your mind and wandered there for quite few time, but eventually, you settled for not making a fool of yourself, since no matter all the times he referred to you as “the girl I have a crush on”, you still feared rejection.

«You should definitely come to Jisung’s party, tonight.» you friend told you, bursting into your house. «And by “you should”, I mean, “I’m going to dress you up and drag you there, if I have to”»

Something you had witnessed along your long years of friendship was: your friend did not lie. She did not drag you to the party, but she convinced you to. You spent the first part of the night enjoying the chill night breeze while sitting on the couches of the house’s veranda, a blue plastic cup filled with punch and slowly swaying to the rhythm of the slow songs played by Jisung’s jukebox. Someone plopped on the couch right next to you, a familiar and pleasing whiff of cologne invading your senses.

«There you are, angel.» a deep voice said, «I thought you’d never come.» you could feel the fact that Jisung was smiling, even if you weren’t looking at him, yet.

«My friend dragged me here.» you stated, taking a small sip from your drink.

«Oh, so you didn’t come here to see me?» his voice was filled with disappointment, as he playfully lifted his hand on his heart and pretending to be deeply hurt. You deduced to be already intoxicated by the alcohol because you giggled at him, turning around to finally look him in the eyes.

Jisung was handsome, he had always been, but there was something about him being so close to you that made him look even more breath taking. His hair was neatly styled, his black leather jacket draped around his shoulders and the white shirt he was wearing was so dangerously low cut that you could see his sharp collarbones. You were just about to take notice about how his cologne was so good when you snapped out of your small trance to see him looking at you with his stupid smug smirk and a pleased expression.

“I should really learn how to be subtle,” you thought quickly, quietly sipping from your cup to distract yourself – and having an excuse to look away from his enchanting bronze skin.

«I see my crush is required, then.» Jisung reached out to mumble right against your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Your breath hitched for a moment, and you turned around to look at him, your noses almost touching.

«And in what parallel universe,» you took a small pause, licking your lips and noticing him following the movement of your tongue. «Could Han Jisung have a crush on me?» you held his gaze, somehow hoping for him to close the distance between the two of you.

«This one! Science sure works fast these days.» Jisung answered with a sweet smile, before leaning back and getting up from the couch. You looked at him, hoping that he would not notice how dumbfounded you were by his sudden actions as he stood in front of you, offering you a hand. «Come on,» Jisung nodded towards his entrance door. «Let’s go and have a bit of fun.» with a nod, you smiled, and reached out to take his hand.

You were not new to the world of parties, getting drunk and smoking – after all, you have been a Pink too once, but you never thought you could do it again while actually having fun. Neither you nor Jisung actually got too high or too wasted; you were both slightly tipsy. He would spend the majority of the night with his arm around your hips while you talked with the others – his friends always randomly saying how the two of you would make a cute couple and Jisung immediately shutting them up, or with his hands tightly wrapped around your waist as you danced together.

«Well, angel.» the grip around your waist tightened, as you both slowly swayed to the rhythm of a slow song playing by the jukebox. The room was full of people, naturally drawing your bodies closer to each other. «I would really love to kiss you, right now.» he was speaking right by your ear, so that you could perfectly hear every word he said. You were about to ask him why he didn’t do it, when he chuckled before adding, «But we’re too tipsy, and I want to make this right.» you felt his teeth grazing the lobe of your ear, and you instinctively hugged his body a bit closer.

«Why, Jisung.» you said, mirroring his actions, «Do you plan to see me again?»

Thanks to the loud music making each conversation almost inaudible, you kept sharing this secret conversation while hugging each other close. Jisung’s soft breath against your skin suddenly making your knees weak.

«Of course. I plan to take you on a good amount of dates,» you felt him nod, while his right hand travelled upwards from your waist until it tangled itself into your hair. «And fuck you so deep and slow with your head pressed against the mattress until you’d beg me to ruin you.» You shut your eyes close as he almost moaned in your ear the unexpected last part, trying not to get aroused in a room full of people. «But we’ll have to talk about this another time.» Jisung slightly parted from you, meeting your gaze.

You were about to stand on your tiptoes and capture his lips when your friend tapped your shoulder, reminding you of the curfew you both had. Jisung kissed your cheek – dangerously close to your lips, before saying goodbye to the both of you.

The ride back was full of screams and excited squeals because, of course you told your best friend everything that happened earlier.

«He finally asked you on a date? Jisung?» your friend questioned, before excitedly squealing. «I knew it was just a matter of time!» she kept yelping, focusing on the road but also throwing your arm few soft, delicate punches in a rapid succession.

You ran a hand through your hair, giggling at your friend’s behaviour as small; butterflies hovered around in your stomach.

You hated Han Jisung. Well, it was definitely not true; you hated yourself for spending the entire breakfast daydreaming about him, resulting in you being awfully late for school.

You closed your locker, hastily walking towards your first class. You were alone in the hallways, busy wondering how could you lose time like that, when a hand suddenly reached out and dragged you to the stairs. You were ready to drop you book and kick the person who did it right between his legs when your gaze met Jisung’s apologising eyes.

«Jisung! What got into you?!» you lightly shoved him, your hand on his toned chest; with a scoff, you placed your hand on your heart, in the vain hope for your heartbeat to slow down. The thing was, both because of the scare and Jisung being so close to you, you didn’t think it would happen soon.

The boy adverted his gaze, mumbling a shy «I’m sorry,» before scratching the back of his head and releasing your arm from his strong grip. «The thing is, I really wanted to talk to you.»

“What if he regrets what he did yesterday?” you kept staring at him, silently urging him to go on, and feeling somehow a bit anxious.

«I’m sorry. For yesterday, I mean.» his voice reached your ears and your stomach sank; unable to meet his gaze, you stared at the floor. «The thing is, I might have said something a bit earlier than I planned to.»

“Earlier?” You furrowed your brows to look at him, confused. Jisung sighed, heavily. He looked so frustrated, as if you could not understand some simple and obvious concept, when he went on. «I do honestly mean what I said: I really want to take you on dates. I also really want to fuck you into oblivion but, maybe I might have said it a little bit earlier-»

Now, If someone were ever to tell you  that Han Jisung would stand in front of you, ranting about him giving you the wrong impression, you’d never believe them.

Moreover, most importantly, if someone were to tell you that you would interrupt his stupid rant with a kiss, you’d never believe them. However, there you were, standing on your tiptoes and balancing yourself with a hand on Jisung’s shoulder to softly peck his lips. You giggled at his expression, his eyes wide and his lips in a confused pout, he looked incredibly cute.

«Jisung, trust me, I want the same.» your kind smile was suddenly matched by his, and he leaned down to finally capture your lips in a soft kiss, searching for one another anytime you parted in order to breathe. You didn’t quite realise when those soft nibbles and shy kisses while lovesick grins were plastered on your faces turned into you being pushed against the wall with Jisung’s head buried in your neck and his right arm supporting your left leg around his waist, but the presence of his left hand in front of your mouth in order to muffle your whine as he loudly sucked on your jaw brought you back to the cruel reality.

«Jis-Jisung» you stuttered, whimpers blocking the words from falling from your lips as you’d want to, but his hot mouth on your skin was just so sinful and so perfect, you almost ignored the fact that you could be caught anytime and be in trouble. «Class. We-We’re still at school.» With a groan, Jisung pulled away from your neck, his lips hovering above yours.

«School literally started two days ago, it’s nothing important.» he mumbled, pushing his body on yours. «Let’s skip. Let’s go to my place, angel.» his eyes blown with lust - mirroring yours, and his boner pressed on your inner thigh made you nod at him without thinking further.

Jisung smiled, parting from you. «And then, let’s go on a date.» he took your hand in his as you scoffed, hiding a smile as you nodded once again. You quietly and hurriedly made your way out of the school and into his red, shiny car.

«Is it okay to go to my house?» he looked at you, starting the car.

Since when do you ask to a hook-up?» you raised an eyebrow, provoking him.

«Since you’re not a hook-up, angel.»

As your hand reached out to intertwine with his above the gear change, you felt butterflies in your stomach once again, happy with the feeling that the boy that you have secretly stole glances at for quite few months, admitted to have a crush on you.

«You live in a castle, Jisung. This is not a house.» you looked around in awe at your surroundings, as he quickly leaded you to his bedroom. «Wait, look at this!» you pulled on his hand, forcing him to stop in front of a painting that caught your attention. He sighed - you could even picture him rolling his eyes, and he let go of your hand.

«You can have a detailed tour of my house later, angel.» was all you could hear before, all of a sudden, your perspective of the world turned upside down. Jisung had effortlessly thrown you over his shoulder, and you laughed at his ministrations, softly but repeatedly smacking his butt and repeating a series of «Jisung, let me down!» which you never actually meant in the first place.

He did throw you down, though. On his bed. As you bounced on the fluffy mattress you saw something green fly all around you, some of them even landing on you.

“Money?” you took a green banknote in your hand, while pushing few others away from your stomach.

«Is there some weird kink I need to be aware of?» you propped on your elbows, throwing few banknotes at a smiling Jisung, which was still standing and towering over you.

He laughed, shaking his head. «I needed to buy something, I forgot the cash I needed on the bed.» his knees now were next to your waist, as he sat on your lap, reaching out to put his hands next to your head, caging you as he balanced his weight.

«And now I’m lying on them,» you mumbled as his lips attached once again to your jawline.

«Do you think I care about money having wrinkles?» he mumbled, smirking against your skin as he balanced himself on his left hand while his hand ghosted over your frame, his fingers looping in the belt loops of your jeans.

«What about… Other stains?» you breathed, your left hand scratching his slightly exposed waist.

«Is there some weird kink I need to be aware of?» the breathless chuckle you felt on your skin made you scratch him even harder out of reflex, and you felt pleased with yourself  as he instinctively hissed and grinded against you.

You never had any particular kink - actually, you had, but you had never considered appealing the idea of being fucked on a bed with a big amount of banknotes scattered under your body. Yet, there you were. You both left the foreplay at minimum and now, Jisung was thrusting into you, deep and slow while your head was pressed against the mattress, just as he promised the night before.

You learned pretty quickly that Jisung was loud also in bed, and you absolutely loved it. Hearing his moans mixed with the feeling of his breath hitch against your skin as he kissed your spine, the fact that he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and his languid thrusts filling you so perfectly was making that marvellous sensation pool into your abdomen. You whimpered as a particular harsh thrust made you grip the blankets next your head even tighter – furtherly wrinkling some banknotes along, and you felt his firm grip on your hips; Jisung repeated the action before staying still inside you for few seconds. And again, and again.

He was purposely keeping his movements slow and teasing, so that you could feel every inch of his pulsing length move out of you, just to shove it right back.

As your moans deliciously filled the room, you gave in, whispering the magic words: «Ruin me, Jisung.» His grip on your waist tightened, as he heard you clench around him with a chocked moan.

«Took you long enough, angel.» he said, with a cocky voice before yanking you upwards by your hair, pulling your back flush against his body. As his thrusts gained speed and intensity, both his hands snaked around your hips: his left one wandered on your chest and pinched your left nipple before firmly gripping your breast in a firm hold, and his right one caressed his way until he pressed his index finger against your clit, trying to match the now messy pace of his thrusts which were making the both of you approach your orgasms.

You turned your head, meeting his lips in a hot, uncoordinated kiss, your right hand locking in his hair with a tight grip and your left hand’s nails sinking into his thigh. Jisung came with a loud moan, his hips stilling deep inside of you and instinctively holding you tighter against his body. He kept moving his hand, so that you’d follow him almost immediately later, the sensation of your orgasm spreading inside your body and relaxing your muscles.

You came back to your senses feeling Jisung’s soft kisses on your shoulders, as he slowly slipped out of you, your mixed releases actually staining few banknotes below you. The both of you plopped on the bed, giggling together as green money floated around you once again – since you both threw yourself back on the bed, and Jisung shifted until he was hugging you into his chest, your head resting below his neck and your fingertips delicately caressing his body.

«How about we go to the drive in?» He said, casually, as he played with a strand of your hair.

«Shouldn’t we go eat something before that? What time is it?» You sighed, closing your eyes as you felt Jisung reach out for his watch on the nightstand.

«10.50» he said, «Let’s sleep a little bit more.» he tried to roll you around, pouting at you.

«30 minutes, then we’ll take a shower and go eat lunch.» you answered dismissively as you let Jisung turn you around, so that now he was the one with his head in the crook of your neck, and you hugged him closer, playing with his hair.

«As you wish, angel.» you felt his soft breath anticipating an open mouthed kiss on your neck, before you both doze off with content smiles.

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Our Angel Pt. 3

Hello! Welcome to part 3 of my Greaser Submas x reader series!

I will admit, I kinda struggled this chapter. I had a lot going on when writing this. Regardless, I still hope you all enjoy this short chapter!

Summary: It has been a few days since Emmet had left your home. Just as you are about to give up hope on seeing him again, a stranger who looks just like him knocks in your door…

CW: minor mentions of injuries, mentions of getting jumped, mentions of toxic family

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It had been a few days since Emmet had snuck out of your bedroom window.

Just as you had predicted, you haven’t seen him since that day.

It honestly was a little… disappointing.

The thought was silly, that you kinda wanted to see the greaser again. He had been a little goofy, but he was sweet. Even if he was a flirt.

It made your life interesting, for a day. For the first time in years, just helping a guy out had made you feel more alive than you have in a long time.

Because of this, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your mind.

He had been such a breath of fresh air! …If you don’t count the fact that you had been terrified for two days that he might die in your bathtub.

When he was fine(ish) though, he had been nice. A lot nicer than at least half the people you knew.

You just hoped it wasn’t the concussion doing most of the talking. However, you had your doubts you would ever find out.

He hadn’t come back, after all. Nor had you seen heads or tails of him on your walks back from campus.

“Figures…” you mumbled, head in hand as you sat at your desk. At least you got to experience it when you did. It would be a fun story to tell when you were finally free of this place.

Though you would admit, when the doorbell rang, your hopes shot up.

You squashed them down, of course. No doubt it was a friend of your parents or a salesman or something.

At first you tried to ignore it. Your parents weren’t home, after all, and you didn’t want to deal with someone selling you something. Or even worse, your dad’s stupid work friends, or your mom’s friends from her book club.

After a second series of knocks, however, you heaved out a sigh. Closing your book, you left your room, and headed to the front door.

You opened it, already putting a fake smile on your face, preparing to deal with whoever was willing to bother you.

“Hello, how may I….”

The words died in your throat, however, when your eyes met silver ones.

He was back.

At first, you fully believed it was Emmet. Silver hair, silver eyes, similar get up. However, something was off about him.

This guy… he had no injuries.

When Emmet had left your home, he had a nasty black eye, bruises everywhere, a busted lip… you doubted he could heal that quickly.

He also had his hair parted slightly different, and his clothes were completely black, instead of the white shirt. A small detail, but you felt it was off.

There also seemed to be what you assumed as a tattoo of some sort peeking out just from under the mans’s jacket collar on his neck. You had seen Emmet shirtless, and he definitely didn’t have that tattoo as far as you remembered.

Then there was the frown on his face. It was something that seemed so out of place for Emmet. However, he didn’t seem upset. In fact, he straightened up almost excitedly when you pulled open the door.

You both stared at each other for a moment, neither saying a word.

He was just as pretty as Emmet was. Were they siblings?

The man seemed to snap out of it after a moment, and began to speak.

“Hello there. I am Ingo, Emmet’s twin brother.”

You blinked, perked up, and took that in.

It made sense. You were sure if you hadn't seen Emmet with all those wounds, they’d be practically identical. The only differences being the smile, clothing choices, and the way they part their hair.

“How is he? Is he alright? Are his injuries healing okay?”

At that moment, a switch flipped in Ingo’s mind, and you didn’t even know it.

But you did see his eyes grow a teeny bit wider.

It seemed he wasn’t as expressive as Emmet was.

“Yes! Thanks to you, he is healing up nicely! There haven’t been any issues so far with his healing.”

You slumped against the doorframe, relieved. If you were being honest with yourself, the thought of his well being had been weighing on you since he left that day. If he even made it home, or recovered at all.

“Oh thank goodness. I had wondered if he was alright after sneaking out after being unconscious for so long. With those injuries too, no less.”

Giving Ingo a small smile, you didn’t notice how his cheeks had grown slightly pink.

“Thank you so much for letting me know!”

Now you would hopefully be able to sleep a bit better at night, knowing Emmet was gonna be okay.

This man, Ingo, you think he said his name was, cleared his throat.

“I wanted to give you this.”

You stared at him blankly for a moment, before looking down.

He was holding out a piece of paper in his hand. Hesitantly, you took it from his grasp.

Much to your surprise, it was a set of numbers, along with his name written in cursive. Not something you expected from a greaser, but you knew from Emmet looks were deceiving.

“Are you… giving me your number?” You asked, feeling your face heat up as it really hit you over what he had given you.

You… never had a guy’s phone number before outside of school, since that was always for projects…

Ingo gave you a look, one you had a feeling was a more serious one than his regular face.

“Yes. If you need anything, anything at all, call me. I’ll take care of it for you.”

Shock must of been evident on your face, becuas his look seemed to shift into a somewhat amused one. His frown wasn’t as prominent, and the look in his eyes seemed lighter.

“But… why?” You asked, genuinely confused. He didn’t even know you, and you had a feeling having this guy’s favor was probably a big deal.

He tilted his head at you, confused as to why you would ask.

“Because you saved Emmet’s life. We both owe you a great debt. If you had not helped him, he very well could have died.”

His words settled into your stomach like rocks. Yeah, you knew he was in bad shape, but thinking how Emmet could have died without your help was an unsettling thought.

“Ah…” you only managed to mumble.

You then let out a squeak when Ingo was suddenly directly in front of you. His right are rested against the door frame above you, and his other hand was suddenly gently grabbing your chin.

“I mean it. Anything you want or need, it will be yours. I know Emmet is especially desperate to do anything you wish.”

Your face was red, and you found yourself sputtering at the sudden shift and contact. It didn’t help you swore you could see a smirk pushing through that ever present frown.

“We owe you so much. Please, even if it’s just to talk, call or message me.” He asked, having you look at him. Gone were the traces of the smirk, and his face seemed serious again.

Slowly, you nodded.

“I-… okay.” You agreed, you heart hammering in your chest.

All you were doing was agreeing to take his number and tell him if you needed anything, so you didn’t have to call him…

But the thought of getting to make sure Emmet got better whispered into the back of your mind. This way, you could make sure he was okay….

This was a risky game though. You knew greasers were trouble, so you would be playing with fire the more you associated with them.

Though you couldn’t help but wonder; was it really that bad that you wanted to talk to them, to make sure one was okay? They certainly didn’t seem all that bad…

Unaware of your inner turmoil, Ingo backed away, though he seemed much happier and brighter than when you had first opened the door.

“Excellent! Now, would you like to-“

Before he could finish, your phone made a small jingle, signaling your mother had messaged you. Ignoring Ingo, you scrambled for the device, and opened your messages.

Your heart nearly fell in your stomach. It seems your mother’s shopping trip was ending early, saying she couldn’t find everything she needed and would be home shortly.

Panicking, you didn’t notice the look of concern on Ingo’s face as you slipped your phone back into your pocket.

“I-I’m sorry, but you have to leave.”

The man’s eyes widened, taken aback by your sudden panic.

“What? Why-“

You shushed him, and looked further out the door and down the street.

“My mother is on her way home. If she sees you, she’ll freak out and start yelling. She’ll probably call the cops too.”

Quickly, with a quiet ‘sorry’, you grabbed his shoulder, and turned him around. You pushed him down the sidewalk towards what you assumed was his car.

“I’m so sorry, but she can’t see you. I promise to try and message or something, but for your sake, you must leave!”

You absolutely hated doing this to him. He seemed nice, if not a bit more reserved than Emmet. But you knew if your mother saw a greaser of all guys talking to you, she’d blow a gasket. She’d make accusations, scream, yell, probably ground you…

Then she would tell your father, who would make things worse. He may even go as far as to pull money for your tuition, or even try to get these guys arrested for just talking to you.

Even as an adult, you were still shackled to your parent’s wills.

Thankfully, Ingo didn’t resist you, and quickly walked with you to his car. Before he went to his door to get in, he gave you a look.

“Are you going to be okay, Angel?” He asked, his voice surprisingly soft compared to how loud it had been before.

You blinked, brain nearly freezing at the nickname.

“I-Yes-I’ll be fine. I’m more worried about what could happen to you. I can’t be seen talking to you or Emmet by my parents, and my mother is on her way home.”

Ingo’s lips tightened into a fine line, and he gave you a brisk nod.

Before he turned to walk over to the driver's side of his car, he surprised you.

He grabbed your hand, and pulled it up to his lips, giving the back of your hand a kiss.

You sputtered, feeling hot all over again.

He smirked against the back of your hand, before releasing you.

“Take care, Angel. I look forward to hearing from you.”

You almost didn’t register his words, too flustered from the gesture. It wasn’t until he climbed into his car, and shut the door, that you were taken out of your daze.

“W-Wait, I-“

He drove off with a wave before your brain could finish catching up.

Standing there a bit dumbly, you could only watch as his car turned a corner, and out of your sight. You ended up not moving for a few minutes, nearly jumping in surprise when your mother drove up behind you with a honk.

Spinning around, she rolled down the window as she pulled over closer to the sidewalk where you stood.

“Hey sweetie! Why are you standing out here?” She asked, a bit confused. She even tried to look in the direction you were facing, trying to see what you were looking at.

“Um…” you spoke, trying to keep the panic out of your voice.

“There were some rowdy kids on bikes yelling just a minute ago down the street. I was just…. Seeing if there was anything wrong.”

Your mother tutted, and then scoffed.

“Probably just some no good brats from a few blocks down. Don’t worry about them dear, they are nothing but trouble. They would drag you down just for wanting to help.”

She then rolled up her window and began to pull into the driveway, but you hardly noticed. Your mothers words echoed in your ears as you followed her inside to help woth groceries.

‘They would drag you down just for wanting to help.’

Would they, though?

—

Ingo stared hard at the drivers wheel in the driveway at home, heart racing.

You, he didn’t know what to expect when he met you…

And yet…

You were so cute and sweet!

He had wondered if Emmet had exaggerated at all when he talked about you, but given how Emmet seemed so infatuated…

It made Ingo wonder just what was so special about you before.

His brother didn’t talk about you like you were just some flame he wanted to win over, oh no. He talked like he had been in love.

That had been surprising to Ingo.

Both twins had their fair share of partners, but neither had acted like this before.

No doubt Emmet will throw a fit when he finds out Ingo went to see you on his own without taking him, but Ingo had to see you in person. He had to see what kind of a person you were without his brother nearby.

Only the best would be allowed to properly date his baby brother, instead of just being a small flame for fun.

After meeting you, Ingo began to understand. You fit that criteria perfectly.

Ingo now knew why Emmet was so infatuated with you.

You were already cute, that much was certain. You were gorgeous, even.

But Emmet hadn’t been kidding when he said how sweet and kind you were.

How you were so worried for his brother still, who was a stranger to you.. Ingo knew right then and there that Emmet had not been exaggerating one bit. You, someone who didn’t know either of them, truly cared if Emmet was recovering.

You didn’t even care if you were talking to a greaser, you just genuinely cared if a stranger was okay.

Ingo felt his heart skip a beat in that moment. You really were an angel.

When he gave you his number, you didn’t even seem scared, or excited. That last bit may be a surprise, but given him and his brother were leaders of their group, many people wanted to be in their favor.

You just seemed a little hesitant and confused. He decided to take that as a good sign.

Ingo then sighed, pressing his head against the steering wheel once more.

It wasn’t uncommon for him and Emmet to share a partner, they both had similar tastes after all.

But he knew Emmet was already possessive and protective of you. There was a good chance he’d fight about it after he learned of Ingo’s own interest.

“Oh hell…” he mumbled. He couldn’t fight with Emmet. Not yet. Not when he was still healing.

After that?

It was fair game.

Until then, all he had to look forward to was you messaging or calling him.

Ingo’s frown then deepened after he thought about it.

Would you be able to safely?

You had seemed rather spooked when you got a message on your phone, mentioning something about how your mother can’t see him with you. All for his sake, you had said, but he felt there was a lot more to it than that.

Emmet mentioned you had him sneak out a window, that he would most likely have the cops called on him by your parents if they saw him.

Add that with what little tidbit he learned today… he wasn’t liking the picture that was forming in his head.

Were you safe? Were you okay?

Ingo began to also understand what Emmet meant when he would mention he was worried for his Angel.

Ingo gripped the steering wheel.

He had to figure this out, nor would he just let you sip through their fingers. You were a diamond in the rough, he could already tell.

If you didn’t want them? Fine, they could live with that. They could be happy being your friends and protecting you.

But oh, they wanted you. You really were an angel.

One Ingo had decided, they both would do just about anything for.

Now all he had to do was wait for you to call or message him. He’d take this slow, and let you lead. Ingo was sure Emmet was thinking the same thing, even now.

Thrumming his fingers against the wheel, he heaved out a sigh.

Until then, he had to go inside, and pray Emmet was still in bed healing.

You would no doubt be incredibly upset if he hurt himself again, after all. Something Ingo proudly used against Emmet when he tried to crawl out of bed.

Ingo grinned, happy to finally have a means of temporarily wrangling in his brother.

Yes, Ingo would enjoy this opportunity while it lasted.

[themissbanshee]

The beautiful greaser is in the works!

[paintergoof12]

This is 12 years after the Greaser AU takes place. So Wally is 30, and YN is 29. After a 'lonly night' Wally finally called YN.

[spicyicetea]

Back with my late night hyperfixations.

I’ve actually been kinda unwell recently but I’m toughing it out because I have so many things I want to get done. This is again another art dump. I do have one or two Submas x reader wips for a soulmate AU, but currently my creative juices wish for art that take me so long to draw on my dumb phone. This is some more of the Greaser!Submas stuff inspired by @onestepbackwards

GO CHECK THEM OUT, THIS IS A THREAT-

(Also you can’t escape me man. Like, gimme a week for the ADHD to choose a new thing to obsess over. Until then, suffer through my dumb art)

! I did do a mini comic based on an interaction between Ingo and the reader from their chapter 4 (I think) so spoilers, spoilers (kinda…) !

I suck at drawing pokemon, so this took forever- I am a sucker for the Joltik evolution line though so I didn’t mind.

! Comic that may contain spoilers, kinda I guess- !

I suck at comics as well fuck- ahhhh.

[janejellyfish]

Winnie Daydream 🌙 and Rainy Dewdrop ☔

Greaser AU belongs to @koifsssh

Greetings and welcome to Poppy's Diner! open 25/8! ✨

Thank you for the opportunity to let me draw your lovely OC. I like to imagine that Winnie is like Rainy's ditzy friend, she's often telling her stories to Rainy, like how her day went and her silly moments. She's very lady-like and is often humming to herself as she works. she likes to say diner lingos as she serves the food to the customers. Winnie likes to eat bits of samples from the Diner food (it's just so good lol) She also happens to be crushing on a certain customer she encountered (hmm I wonder who).

Anyway, I hope you like my version of Rainy. I love this AU and I'm going to make more of it. I hope you're doing well! ♥️✨

[kevynthedevylman]

Bubblegum Renegade (Official Music Video)

FeeTrix ship? Yay or Nay?

[damsel-in-mistress]

And because I just don't know how to stop: Switchblades & Motorbikes collages for all four chapters in a more cinematic style. Read @thranduil-aran-edhil's masterpiece of greaser goodness here on ao3!

[tomionefinds]

Do we have other Tomione 1950s/Greaser fics? I read one last night by provocative_envy and I’m hooked on the concept now 🤤

Hey @allbrainsnosense,

One of my favorites is Comfortable by Meowmers, found that and a few others for you! I'm going to guess the Provocative Envy fic you read is Breaking and Entering. Also dropping it for any other interested followers. -JD

Comfortable by Meowmers M | One Shot | 7k He knew from the moment the little Weasley girl forced her way into his gang that there was going to be trouble. He just always assumed it would come from her army of brothers, not her red-hot pistol of a best friend. Tomione. Greaser AU. M for a reason.

Hallelujah by TMRIDDLES E/Ma | WIP | 4k A church choir girl, her greaser boyfriend, and a scathing disregard for religion and authority. What's the worst that could happen?

Murder, Milkshakes, and Drive-Ins by PotentiallyLovely E/Ma | WIP | 33k He had been defending her. He was defending himself, a part of her whispered, he’d throw you to the wolves.

______ Referenced Fic: Breaking and Entering by provocative_envy T+ | One Shot | 4k He smirks, tapping the edge of her vinyl pencil case with a long, capable fingertip; her stomach clenches with something hot and foreign and only vaguely uncomfortable. “I was asking you, darlin’,” he murmurs, leaning in close. She gasps, helpless and strangled— And then she slams the heel of her cognac leather saddle shoe onto the toe of his sneaker. He winces. “Class begins at 7:30,” she tells him with a pleasant, simpering smile.

[garbagechocolate]

Greaser au Sun

Ever heard of ponyboy?

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[15.37]

― pairing : Wooyoung x fem! reader + San x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, established relationship, public sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, mention of threesome ― word count : 2.477

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

With a deep sigh, you held your head with both hands, trying not to breathe a frustrated groan over your physics homework;  you loved studying at the library, it was relaxing and less distracting than studying at home – since you managed to get distracted with literally anything, but sometimes, it was too hard to fight back the urge to swear at your poor inanimate book.

«Stupid exams.» you whispered, and you heard San chuckle from the seat on your left; unlike you, the boy didn’t have any trouble with said subject, and often helped you out. You were glad about the fact that your boyfriend had a bestfriend so clever, which could actually help you not to fail this class. Rubbing your temples, you closed your eyes and you heard the seat on your right slightly move, before a whiff of cologne made you instinctively smile.

«Hi, Wooyoung.» you told your boyfriend, and he leaned in to kiss your shoulder, mumbling a quiet «Hi, doll.»

Wooyoung, unlike you, was not much interested in school. He would often skip classes, ask you for help when his exams got too close, but recently, he started to hang out with you at the library.

Sometimes it would be twenty minutes, sometimes a couple of hours, or some other times he’d patiently wait for you to finish studying so that he could drive you back home with his bright red convertible car so that you didn’t have to walk back home by yourself.

Today was just the same, Wooyoung had his head leaning on your shoulder while his hand was playing with the hem of your skirt right above your knee, his touches providing to be distracting enough that sometimes, you had to start reading the paragraph all over again.

«I might know where to find the answer to that formula, doll.»  Wooyoung lusciously whispered against your ear while his fingertips were caressing your bare inner thigh under the fabric of the skirt; your breath hitched and you had to repress the urge to widen your legs just to feel his touch inching upwards. «It’s in the biology section.» he mumbled with a tender bite on your earlobe, and your head snapped towards his, your noses brushing together. You knew what he was suggesting, and the mere thought made you blush; your eyes quickly looked around, there were not too many people in the library, but still, it was dangerous, and you could have been caught quite easily.

«Come on,» Wooyoung smirked, his eyes fixed on your lips, «no one ever goes back there.» he was right, biology section was the last one and the most distant from where you were seated, and almost no one ever went back there. «San could look out for us.» Wooyoung suggested, tilting his head to look at his friend.

«And why would I?» San answered with a flat tone, eyes unwavering from his book.

«For fifty bucks?» Wooyoung shrugged, knowing how to tease his long-time friend.

«I’m in.» San said, closing his books and standing up, disappearing between the bookshelves.

«How about you, doll?» Wooyoung asked, a sincere questioning expression on his face; you stood up with a sigh, muttering a quiet «As if I would say no.» and you followed San.

Wooyoung was quick to push you against the bookshelf as he hungrily kissed you, his hands on your hips and yours on his black leather jacket in order to pull him closer to you. Wooyoung left infinite trails of kisses on your neck – as far as the collar of your shirt allowed him to, and while your eyes were half closed, you could see San’s wide back leaning against the bookshelf few steps from you, pretending to read while he was just studying the situation around you. Wooyoung’s hands travelled on your leg, the material of your skirt collecting around his wrist as he was now lifting your naked thigh around his hip while pressing his boner flush against your core.

«I’ve been like this all afternoon,» he whispered, «I wanted to take you right on that table.» your breath hitched, and it took you a lot of effort not to whimper at his sudden confession. You were so aroused that you wanted to answer that you wouldn’t have mind it, but you didn’t trust your voice and rather opted to keep quiet.

He quickly pushed your panties to the side, smearing your wetness with his index finger; the feeling of Wooyoung smirking against you skin made your head tilt back in order to give him more access to the skin of your neck, knowing that if you weren’t in that situation, he would have made his usual cocky comment about how wet you were already.

Out of the corner of your eyes, San shifted his position, but you were too busy focusing on Wooyoung fingers moving inside you to wonder why he seemed so tense. Wooyoung was quick to cover your mouth with his hand, as a too loud whimper was about to escape your lips as his fingers brushed the sweet spot inside you while scissoring, and he harshly bit the skin on your neck in warning. Your boyfriend eventually stopped as the squelching sound became too loud for his likings – San had also coughed once in warning, and started to work on his belt with extremely slow movements, in order to not make any noise in the clerical silence of the library.

«You need to be quiet now, doll.» he said, his jeans and his boxers now pooling around his knees as he effortlessly picked you up, your skirt pooling around his forearms. «Or you won’t like the punishment» With a nod, you secured your hold by wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and your ankles locked behind his waist.

You bit your lip as his length brushed against your clothed core, pressing against the damp fabric of your panties, and while balancing yourself on his shoulders with one arm, you impatiently reached down, lifting your skirt even more so that you could pull your panties to the side in a silent, needy ask to hurry up.

«So eager,» Wooyoung mumbled, as he let you take control and guide his length inside you. He bottomed out with a single thrust; the hand which was previously on his shoulder now flew on your lips in order to muffle your surprised whimper, trusting Wooyoung on keeping you up against the wooden bookshelf, whose shelves were now pressing against different points of your back. You momentarily closed your eyes, feeling your boyfriend’s thick length filling you up so perfectly, and eventually, he started to move with careful movements, the fact that you weren’t holding yourself up anymore made it seem as he could sink even deeper. 

Wooyoung thrusts were slow and deep – in order to not give away what you were doing, since you were too wet and other people would have easily heard if he decided to speed up his pace. Wooyoung hands – one under your thigh and the other on your hips, were harshly gripping on your skin, and you were sure you would have marks and nail scratches but you loved every second of this brand new experience. Wooyoung’s breath hitched every time you’d consciously clench around him just to tease him even more and feel him even deeper as he moved inside of you.

Glancing at Wooyoung, you knew that now that you took in his appearance, there were not possibilities for you to last long anymore: he had his head thrown back and his cheeks were flushed red, there was a small vein popping on his neck, his jaw was tightly clenched and he would occasionally bite his lip in order not to moan – your boyfriend was very vocal in bed and you loved it.

You pulled on his jacket, and he looked at you with a blissed out expression and hooded eyes blown with lust; balancing yourself once again with your arms around his shoulders, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, as you both chased your orgasm on his deep and slow pace. Your lips remained millimetres apart, sharing the same quiet whimpers, when the sensation of the knot in your stomach suddenly exploded due to a harsher thrust, and your orgasm washed over you unexpectedly, Wooyoung’s hand leaving your thigh to cover your mouth with wide eyes and San quickly coughing twice to muffle your whimper. Your muscles spasmed and you held Wooyoung impossibly close to your body; he eventually came few thrusts later due the fact that you kept clenching impossibly tight around him.

Wooyoung carefully slid out of you, kissing you affectionately as you both tried to recover from this experience, both knowing that probably you would have done it again rather soon. You reached out to style back a strand of hair which fell in front of Wooyoung’s face while he was fastening his leather belt, and he looked at you with a wide smile, mouthing a «Thank you, love.»

«Might as well invite me, next time, kinky fuckers.» San whispered, as he was now facing you while placing the book he had been holding for the entire time in its original place on the shelf.

You and Wooyoung shared a knowing look, since you both often thought about asking San to have sex with you, since that one night where you were so drunk that you confessed your own boyfriend that you would have loved to have sex with San.

As Wooyoung told you what happened once you sobered up, you briefly thought that he was going to leave you, or you were going to fight, but he simply asked you if you wanted to try a threesome. «I mean, San is pretty hot, I don’t blame you.» Wooyoung had said back then, «And plus, I trust him.»

San was still watching the two of you having a silent conversation, the boner in his tight jeans too evident to walk back in the study section right away. You nodded at Wooyoung, which simply smiled at you and shortly kissed your lips by cupping your jaw, and walked towards his friend, hugging his shoulders to explain your idea while mumbling against his ear. You were still leaning on the bookshelf, and as your gaze never faltered from San’s, you distinctively saw his expression mutate from frustration to stupor, before his eyes locked with yours; he nodded at Wooyoung, before walking towards your outstretched hand, and you saw your boyfriend get in the same position San had been in until few moments later.

«Hi, sunshine.» San chuckled, his voice barely above a whisper as his hands hesitantly stopped to hold your waist.

«Hi, San.» you mouthed back, before you captured San’s lips by pulling on the hair on his nape. San’s kisses were almost shy, almost as if he was still trying to process the fact that his best friend’s girlfriend was about to suck him off in a library, with said bestfriend’s approval. As your tongues met, the kiss gradually became more passionate, and your hand started to massage San’s bulge over the fabric of his jeans, absorbing the other’s whimpers with your lips.

Reluctantly, you let go of the other’s lips and quickly kneeled in front of him, grateful that now both Wooyoung’s and San’s bodies were basically hiding your frame, and you both started working on San’s belt with slow movements, your hands slightly trembling due to your eagerness. Truth was, you definitely wouldn’t have minded to suck him off and then get back home with both of them.

As soon as San’s jeans and boxers were midway down his thighs, your lips immediately closed around the tip of his length, San’s left hand immediately locking in your hair; as much as you wanted to take your time to tease him, you knew you were still in public and someone could still have interrupted you, so you had to save the teasing for some other times. 

San’s length wasn’t as thick as Wooyoung’s, but it was slightly longer and definitely more veiny. You repeatedly traced said veins with the tip of your tongue, loving how you could see his abdomen tense up with the hand that wasn’t pumping his shaft. Relaxing your throat, you did your best to completely welcome his length into your mouth, swallowing around it and hollowing your cheeks as your head drove back, and San’s hand would still be tightly holding your hair, while the other was desperately gripping the bookshelves in the attempt not to move his hips in order to meet your mouth halfway.

As you licked along his length with your tongue flat, your eyes locked, and San’s expression was enough to drive you on the verge to come untouched. His hair was falling around his face as he was looking down to follow your movements with hooded eyes, his cheeks were flushed red and his plump lips were parted in a constant silent moan. San’s blissed out expression was enough to made you completely swallow his length once again, but this time, San’s hand prevented you from moving back; you relaxed your throat while you sinked your nails in his thighs, used to do this with Wooyoung, and few seconds later, San drove your head back by pulling on your hair.

It didn’t take much for him to come after that, and you settled for eagerly suck on his tip, swirling your tongue around it as you quickly pumped his length with your hand. San came with a loud whimper, and Wooyoung returned the favour of coughing in order to cover it up. You kept sucking on his tip, collecting his come on your tongue before swallowing it, and slowly stood up in front of San, gently brushing his hair out of his face.

«Was that okay?» you asked with a shy smile.

San scoffed, incredulous at your question. «I can’t believe you’re asking this.» he smiled, and you waited for him to fix his clothes before you walked in front of Wooyoung, now leaning against the bookshelf with a pleased smile.

«That’s my good girl.» Wooyoung whispered, leaning in to kiss your forehead, before brushing few strands of hair out of your face. «Now, go and get your things, we’re going back home.» he smiled, his hands quickly travelling on your hips. «San,» he said glancing at his friend, which was still wearing the same incredulous expression. «Care to join us?»

San’s answer came in the form of said boy reaching in the inner pocket of his leather jacket, in order to toss his car keys at Wooyoung, which caught them mid-air.

«I’m home alone for the weekend.» he said, walking behind you in order to lean his chin on your shoulder, his hands on your lips, right above Wooyoung’s.

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[killerandhealerqueen]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jiang Yuelou/Chen Yuzhi, Chen Yuzhi & Chu Ran, Chen Yuzhi & Chen Keying Characters: Jiang Yuelou, Chen Yuzhi, Chen Keying, Chu Ran Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Greasers, Greasers, Flirting, First Dates, Milkshakes, First Kiss, Motorcycle Rides, Lunch Dates, Prep Chen Yuzhi, Greaser Jiang Yuelou, Background Relationships, Pet Names Series: Part 139 of 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer Summary:

Chen Yuzhi didn’t like greasers. He thought they were crass, loud, and a bad influence, what with their smoking and drinking and riding around unsafely on their motorcycles. And he didn’t need to bring any bad influences home to his little sister Keying.

[themissbanshee]

Making a reference sheet for Wally in my greaser AU! Here's a sneak peek!

He's so fun to draw honestly.