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strawberrysohn · 3 years

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like you hate me - lee hyunjae.

you two hate each other...right?

word count: 6,577 words (oh my god you guys)

warnings: literal filth, fuckboy!bully!hyunjae, fed-up reader, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), slight choking, a little bit of spanking, hair pulling, rough ass fucking, unprotected sex (dont be silly, wrap your willy), a bit of fluff (if you squint)

if you would have been told a few hours ago that by the end of the night you'd be getting fucked stupid in the bathroom by the boy you've hated since middle school, you would have thought that whoever told you such nonsense was higher than a kite.

yet, there you were, gripping the door of the bathroom stall for dear life as the male rearranges your insides, still unsure yourself of what had happened and how you got into this situation.

let's start at the start then, shall we?

"i don't wanna go," you whine to your friend sana who simply shook her head. "especially if it's his party."

sana hands you a top to go with the skirt she had handed you previously. "don't be such a party pooper," she tells you. "you know how many people are going? you probably won't even see him." she crosses her arms over her chest, which was already covered by a sparkly top that was much too revealing to be found in your own closet.

"sana, it's his party," you roll your eyes. "he'll most likely be the first one we run into. he'll probably be the one opening the door for us." you hold up the outfit sana had picked out for you and examine it skeptically.

"you like it?" she asks, eyes questioning. you knew that feedback was important to her, she was planning in majoring in and having a career in fashion.

you nod your head in approval. "of course. it's very cute," you say before finishing. "there's nothing wrong with the outfit at all. it's just...a bit revealing for me, don't you think?"

"just as i feared," sana sighs, massaging her temple. "sit down, y/n."

you comply, seating yourself on the foot of your bed. it was time for one of your friend's infamous pep talks.

"y/n, you are growing into a beautiful, strong young woman," sana starts, taking your hand in hers. "and you are a fine piece of ass that deserves to show off once in a blue moon."

you can't help the smile that creeps onto your face, followed by a warm laugh. somehow, sana always knew how to cheer you up. "okay, okay, fine," you put your hands up, defeated. "i'll try it on and see how it looks."

much to your dismay, the outfit fit you well, meaning you had to go to this dumb party. sigh.

you're in the bathroom, rapidly scrubbing hard at the fading stain on your top. had you waited any longer to go to the washroom, it would probably become a permanent stain. you mentally cursed that guy who had bumped into you and spilled your punch all over you. this is why you didn't go to parties.

you look at yourself in the mirror once you finish scrubbing. you eye your ponytail that had slumped slightly from the humidity. you eye your eye makeup (done by sana of course) that somehow has remained perfectly intact.

you turn your head quickly when you hear the bathroom door open, your heart pounding when you see who had entered. there goes avoiding him.

"this is the women's room, can't you read?" you spit out before the other can even let out a breath.

"it's the family restroom," hyunjae replies, settling himself at the sink next to yours. "if you were looking for the women's room, hate to break it to you but turns out you're the one that can't read." he runs a hand through his hair as he checks himself out in the mirror.

you scoot over to the next sink over, being that close to him making your insides swirl from what you thought was disgust. "i was in a hurry," you defend yourself. "must not have been paying attention to where i was headed. i just saw a girl walk out of here and just thought-"

"y/n, please," hyunjae rolls his eyes before turning to face you. "i don't care."

you feel your eyes narrow as you stare back at him. "you're the one who brought it up."

"and you're the one who walked into the wrong bathroom." the male retorts. he really had an answer for everything, huh?

you decide not to waste anymore time arguing with him and simply let out a sharp breath, turning forward again. you study your hair, pulling your ponytail all the way out. it was slouching, after all. plus you had always preferred how you looked with your hair down anyway.

you can't stop your eyes from wandering over to hyunjae's area, internally rolling your eyes as he fixes his hair yet again. it seemed to be the only thing he had done the entire time since he entered the bathroom.

your eyes wander over his dark locks, watching as his long, slender fingers slide through them smoothly. your eyes subconsciously move to look in the actual mirror. you see his face. he looks so focused, which makes you internally chuckle at just how much he cared about his appearance. you watch as his tongue darts out as he checks himself out. your mind couldn't help but imagine how much he used that tongue of his. you imagined that-

"done staring yet?" his voice interrupts your thoughts and you feel your eyes widen. had he seen you staring pr just felt your eyes on him? you didn't know which was worse.

"sorry," you mutter. "i should have remembered how easy it is to feed that enormous ego of yours."

hyunjae turns to face you again, leaning against the sink. "what exactly is your problem with me?"

"oh you actually don't know," you scoff, facing him as well. "not surprising since the only things you seem to know are things about yourself and not anyone else."

the male crosses his arms over his chest, letting out a clearly aggravated sigh. "you know what? go ahead," he says to you. "let it all out. tell me everything that makes you tick. everything about me that infuriates you. i'm dying to hear."

you couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not, but you didn't care. for once, you thought he had a good idea. "oh, gladly," you glare at him one last time before starting your rant. "first, it's that way you've always carried yourself. even back when we were eleven years old, bro. you were so cocky and arrogant even back then. it's so annoying, you know? you really think you're the shit because your family's got money, huh?" you'd be lying if you said you didn't get a sense of satisfaction, seeing the way the male flinched and his expression faltered after your last line. you had struck a nerve.

"and then, and then, things only got worse in high school," you continue, not letting the other get in any words in-between your rant. "still hanging out with the other spoiled rich kids, thinking you're cool. walking around like you own the place, talking down to anyone you consider below you, fucking any and every girl that throws herself at you and then leaving her because 'labels are for losers', like shut the fuck up. you're such a fucking poser and you know it. you completely rely on your reputation as a spoiled rich womanizer to keep you afloat when in reality, your hard, invisible shield you've fashioned to protect you from any harm is cracking. you're cracking." you take another step closer to him as you finish your rant.

it took you a few seconds to realize just how close the two of you were now. had you been inching closer throughout your whole speech and just not noticed?

"you done?" hyunjae peers down at you, eyes burning into yours with such intensity you felt like you yourself were a melting ice block.

you nod your head, sheepishly looking down at the tiled floor. every ounce of confidence you has before had seemingly slipped away.

hyunjae hums, raising a finger to your chin, lifting it up so you were making eye contact once again. you'd be lying if you said that the action didn't make your heart leap the slightest bit.

your faces were less than an inch apart. one wrong move and you two would be lip locked. so, you did what any morally sound person would do and stepped away, turning your back to him and stating down at the sink bowl.

you were so concentrated letting out small, peaceful breaths that you didn't notice the figure that had moved to stand just behind you until they were completely pressed against you.

you gasp lightly, all the air leaving your lungs as you lift your head to see what you couldn't see behind you in front of you in the mirror.

hyunjae had himself completely pressed up against you, his hands resting on the sides of the sink, right on top of your own. you met his dark, lustfilled eyes through the mirror. you were ashamed of the rather bubbly feeling in your lower stomach.

"so you don't like that i fuck other girls, huh?" hyunjae's voice pollutes your ears and mind. you didn't fail to notice that his voice had dropped a few octaves since the last time he spoke. "why is that really? are you mad that after all those girls, i still haven't went after you? i bet that's why. you want to be the one falling apart on my cock, don't you? you want to be the one begging and screaming for me, isn't that right, darling?"

you feel your legs shake a little at his shameless words. you knew that you shouldn't give in so easily, but you couldn't stand the tension any longer. letting out a sigh and looking down at the sink shamefully, you nod your head.

"say it."

"w..what?" you blink softly, your voice weak.

"say it," hyunjae presses himself even harder against you, the quick movement making you jolt suddenly. "i want to hear it from you. tell me how much you envy those girls."

a groan emits from your throat as you close your eyes. you really should have saw this coming. "h-hyunjae..."

"did i fucking stutter?" he asks directly into your ear, his hot breath on the sensitive skin making your insides churn.

"i-i wished it was me," you admit, every last moral you had before had flew away at this point. "every story i heard in the halls from girls, every rumor, every word. i listened to it all, wondering if it all was true. i envy all those girls, i envy them so much. i wished, just once, that i could be the one to brag about you, that i could be the one that you were fucking so good."

hyunjae smirks at your words. you didn't look at him but you knew he was smirking. you could envision that exact smirk. that cocky fucking smirk that made you totally weak.

"who would have thought that you could be so lewd, y/n?" he speaks, the sound of his voice after not hearing it for a while made you bite your lip. the slightest things he did had an effect on you, and you hated it.

"oh, shut up," you roll your eyes. "like you haven't imagined fucking me before."

"mm, i have," hyunjae admits shamelessly, shocking you. "and i'm not hesitant to admit like you were."

you try to hide your perplexed expression with one of confidence, mirroring his. "then tell me, mr. confident, what did you imagine?" you ask, mainly to get back at him but also because a small part of you actually wanted to know.

the male hums, seemingly pleased that you asked. "i imagined your pretty lips wrapped around my cock," he starts, telling you his thoughts in a way that had you imagining them too. "i imagined your hands roaming my body slowly, teasingly," with those two words, hyunjae removed his hands from where they were on top of yours and instead placed them on your hips, his slender fingers gliding up and down slowly. even the slightest, smallest touch was driving you crazy.

"i imagined the pretty sounds you would make when i ate you out," hyunjae continues, finishing his words with a peck to the skin right behind your ear. "i imagined how you'd look as you come undone on my fingers, how shaky and sensitive you would be when i push you to cum again and again." he slides just the very tips of his fingers under the fabrics of your skirt and panties. the feeling of his cool fingers on your bare skin almost sent you spiraling.

"and finally," he speaks again and you regret thinking he had finished. "i imagined how loud you would be when i fucked your pussy so deep you'd be feeling me for weeks afterwards." he presses himself even more against your backside, and this time, you could feel everything.

"f-fuck," you breathe out, your vision clouded with so many different scenarios. "you're evil, hyunjae." you groan, hearing him chuckle behind you.

"now don't be coy and pretend that's not why you like me," hyunjae hums in that playful way again. "because it won't work." he slides his hands down lower into your panties and you gasp.

"do you want me to touch you, darling?" he asks, moreover in a teasing way, but you couldn't help but internally gush at how soft his words sounded to your previously polluted ears.

"please," you breathe out softly. "please touch me, jae."

"begging without me having to ask you to?" hyunhae raises a brow, smirking. "mm, you're a good girl, aren't you?" he moves one hand lower to your aching, wet core.

"for...for you," you mumble weakly, your words taking their time leaving your lips as your mind was once again clouded with impure thoughts. "just for you..."

now that piqued the male's attention. "mm, just me, huh?" he traces small circles just above your clit to tease while he spoke to you. "how about that ex of yours? what was his name?"

"juyeon?" you raise a brow, wondering why hyunjae was bringing up your boyfriend whom you ended things with before winter break. especially at a time a like this. "what about him?" you frown in confusion.

hyunjae shrugs, sliding one finger down your folds, making you open your mouth and grip onto the sink counter. "oh, nothing," he replies to your question. "don't worry about it, princess. let's focus on you and me, yeah?"

before you can finish your nod, hyunjae enters a long finger into your heat, earning a small while from you. "oh, come on, you can be louder than that." the male urges.

"well, you can give me more than that," you retort. "when i feel you're pleasuring me enough, you'll know."

hyunjae's eyes darken at the thought of a challenge and he nods, "sounds like a fun challenge," he hums, his other hand moving upward on your torso, sliding under your top. "we'll see how long you can hold back."

you bite your tongue. you wouldn't dare admit that you were already giving in to him. hopefully you'd be able to hide it for a little longer.

the male pushes his finger deeper into your core, your eyes beginning to water as he curls it. you feel his eyes on you in the mirror. "i'm adding another," he warns before entering a second finger into your aching core. "i'm just waiting for you to fall apart for me, princess."

"a-add a third," you pant out, feeling his other hand slide up to cup your breasts over your lacy bra. "please, hyunjae, please."

he quickly adds a third, earning a rather loud moan from you. "fuck, h...hyunjae." you breathe out, doing your best to ignore the other's cocky, accomplished expression.

"think you caved, sweet thing?" he asks, the new name causing a red tint to grow on your cheeks.

"shut up," you groan as the other's three fingers stretch you out. "you talk too much."

"but you like it," hyunjae continues, that cocky smirk returning. "you like it so much, you're gonna cum all over my hand like some whore."

you squeak at the sudden change. your nicknames went from sweet to degrading in the blink of an eye. "shit," you groan at the crude pet name.

"mm, that's what you are, isn't it?" he presses further. "underneath this tough, controlled exterior, there's a slut waiting for me isn't there?"

"you'll be lucky if you can find it," you shoot back before letting out a shocked moan as hyunjae's fingers start to thrust into your core harshly.

"you were saying, hm?" he questions, a core-achingly teasing expression on his face. he keeps his fingers moving at a fast pace, your knees getting weak from the feeling.

you bite your lip in order to hold back the embarrassingly loud moan that threatened to escape your lips. as the male's fingers continued to pulse inside you, you felt a knot tightening inside your stomach.

"h-hyunjae," you croak out, grabbing onto his wrist to get his attention. "g-gonna...gonna-"

"cum for me," he whispers huskily in your ear. "cum all over my fingers like the slut you are." he growls, his voice sending you over the edge.

you release your juices all over his fingers and your panties with a loud whine as you screw your eyes shut.

as you come down from your high, you let out soft pants. hyunjae pulls his hand from your panties and skirt, humming softly to himself. you watch as he lifts his cum laced fingers to his lips, sucking them dry. the very sight could have made you cum again if you didn't have such strong self control.

"as expected, you're delicious, darling," the male speaks, hands finding your hips once again. "can't wait to taste more of you." he spins you around so you're facing him.

you shake your head. "i should get back to the party," you tell him, trying to break free from his grasp. "you should too. it's your party after all."

"you'd really rather be out there, standing by the wall all alone again?" he raises a brow at you. "you'd rather be out there, surrounded by people everywhere when the alternate option is being in this secluded bathroom, with me, who's plans on giving you the best orgasms of your life?"

you frown at his words, realizing that he was right. "fine," you breathe out, feeling your heartbeat quicken again as you meet his dark, lust clouded eyes. "you win."

he smiles at your words. "good," he looks you up and down. you feel as his gaze moves across every last inch of you, a familiar heat building back in your core. "now get on your fucking knees." he growls the last bit to emphasize his point.

your eyes widen at his words and you nod, subconsciously following his orders. you slowly sink to your knees, wincing as the cold tile floor touches your bare knees. it also wasn't very comfortable. you were sure you'd have to walk around with bruised knees later. how embarrassing.

hyunjae peers down at you, that smirk on his face once more. he really could he so infuriating. "good girl," he praises as his hands lower to undo his belt.

you watch him with anticipation. as if he could tell you were impatient, he pauses, looking down at you once again. "i'm just curious," he starts, thumping his chin with his index finger. "those rumors all the girls spread, what are some of them, hm?"

you pause to think of an answer for the sudden question. "well, they kept talking about how good you are at oral," you blush at your own words and at your damn dirty mind for imagining said scenario. "and, um, there was another." you stumble on your words, your face heating up.

"mm, yes?" hyunjae presses, looking at you curiously. there was something in his eyes that told you that he already knew what the rumor was but wanted you to say it anyway. "don't be shy, darling."

you bite your lip before answering. "they say you have a-" you choke on your words. "you have a big cock." you finish finally, blushing profusely as you stare at the tiled floor.

the male hums in approval, his hands falling back to his belt as he pulls it off completely, tossing it to the ground next to you. "i see," he clicks his tongue, unbuttoning and then unzipping his jeans. "guess you'll have to find out if that rumor is true or not." he says before pulling his already hard length from it's restraints.

in simplest terms, the rumors were true.

it's not like you were surprised. hyunjae was basically a walking talking thirst trap. he radiated major big dick energy and anyone could see that.

with his length in your face and his expectant eyes on you, you wet your lips before reaching a hand up to begin to stroke his cock. he twitches in your hand at the contact.

"gonna make me feel good, princess?" he asks you as your hand glides up and down his length.

you nod, avoiding looking at him. you gasp when his hand finds your chin, lightly yanking your head upwards.

"use your words, slut." he hisses through gritted teeth, his grip on your chin tightening the longer it took you to speak. and you would have spoken sooner if your head wasn't so blurry from how turned on you were by his dominant and bossy attitude. you knew he had it in him but god experiencing it first hand was so much better than just imagining it.

"y-yes, hyunjae," you mumble finally. his grip loosens a tiny bit as you speak. "i'm gonna make you feel good." you lift your eyes to look at him for the smallest second before looking away again.

"that's what i thought," he grins mischievously in response. your hand pumps him nice and slow before you eventually decided to take him into your mouth. "such a good girl for me." he tangles a hand in your hair, the smallest touch sending a chill down your spine.

you bite your lip before scooting closer to his length. you slowly and almost hesitantly open your mouth, allowing the male to slip his cock into it.

you feel your eyes water as your lips stretch around the male's thick, well endowed cock. you whine a little as you feel him push further into your heated mouth.

“shit, your mouth feels so good, darling,” hyunjae groans, the sound sending heat to your core. “like your mouth was made for me.”

you hum around his length, sending vibrations through him. you were shocked at how easily his words could get you riled up. you lift your hands to grip onto his denim clothed thighs, the material soaking up the sweat of your palms.

“fuck, y/n,” the male moans from above you, slightly bucking his hips forward, causing you to gag slightly. “i-i’m gonna fuck your mouth, alright?”

your heart flutters, and you’re not sure if it’s because of his crude words or because of the fact that he asked like such a gentleman. you nod the best you can around his shaft in your mouth, showing him that you’re fine with his suggestion.

almost immediately you grant him permission, your eyes open wide as hyunjae starts to fuck into your mouth at a rapid pace. you feel some drool drip down your chin rather embarrassingly.

“look at you,” you lift your watery eyes up to the male as he speaks. he sounded so demeaning and belittling. and you loved it. “sitting here on your knees like a little whore with my cock in your mouth so shamelessly. anyone could walk in. you get off on that don’t you?” he raises a brow down at you, his thrusts not slowing.

you let out an embarrassingly pornographic moan at his words, once again nodding the best you can. you were so unbelievably turned on right now, you couldn’t even think straight anymore.

his words were true. anyone could walk in at any time, and you wouldn’t care at all. you were having the time of your life, who cares if whoever walked in had to pee? they could either stay and watch or leave and wait until you were done.

hyunjae lets a breathy moan escape his lips as he leans his head back, eyelids fluttering. “i’m close, y/n,” he warns you, though you could already tell based on how sloppy his thrusts had become. “swallow all of it like a good girl, yeah?”

he slows his hips to a stop, signaling for you to start sucking again. you move your lips along his length, humming with every movement. you heard his breaths get quicker from above you.

“look at me,” he growls to you. you whimper as you instantly lift your gaze to meet his once again. “i want you to watch me as i cum in your mouth, darling.”

his vulgar words send you spiraling again as you nod. you watch his expressions, once again admiring his face. had he always been so attractive?

he lets out a short string of curses as he releases down your throat, his cum shooting down your throat. you wince a bit at the salty taste as you pull off his length slowly, making sure you don’t lose any.

hyunjae, catches his breath before looking down at you, his once neat hair falling messily into his eyes. “you’re good, princess.”

your heart leaps at the sudden, unexpected praise. you were unsure whether you should thank him, nod, or if you were even supposed to say anything. so you kept your mouth shut.

“well?” the male peers down at you, looking at expectantly. “aren’t you going to say thank you?”

“sorry,” you meet his eyes. “i guess i just wasn’t expecting a compliment from you.” you reply, a small playful expression on your face.

hyunjae smirks at your words and he lifts his eyebrows in mock surprise. “goodness, y/n, you really think so lowly of me.”

you shrug. “it’s what i know,” you reply, staring up at him with a shimmer in your eyes. you weren’t sure if it was a shimmer of playfulness or a shimmer of need. you assumed it was the latter because hyunjae hummed in thought, as if he was thinking about what to do with you next. so you decide to ask him. “what’s next, hm?”

he was about to answer when the doorknob to the bathroom jiggles lightly. the two of you share a startled expression before you scramble into a stall together, breath heavy from nerves.

you both hear the door open and shut, and footsteps from outside the stall. you peek from the small cracks of the door and see someone just at the mirror, checking themselves out. thankfully they weren’t headed towards the stalls.

while you’re keeping lookout, you feel your panties get pushed to the side, exposing your core to the chilly air.

“what are you doing?” you silently mouth to the male behind you, whipping your head around.

hyunjae says nothing and just winks at you as he moves his face closer to your aching core. you bite your lip nervously as you feel his hot breath on you and you pray that he won't be so good that you can't keep your mouth shut.

hyunjae hums before licking a stripe up your core, making you hold back a whimper. just from that, you knew he was gonna be too good.

your heartbeat quickens as he grabs your thighs, pulling them open wider for better access. you silently reprimand yourself for feeling so thirsty for his touch.

you'd by lying if you said you weren't waiting to feel his length inside you.

just as you think that nasty thought, you feel his tongue slide into your folds and you practically melt at the feeling.

how. how was he so good at literally everything? he worked magic with his fingers, spoke sins with his words, and worked wonders with his tongue. he hadn't even fucked you yet, and you already knew that he would be an absolute pleasure to have pulsing inside you.

"c-careful..." you whisper to the male in back of you, watching as the person who had entered the bathroom is joined by another. you stifle a groan as hyunjae pushes his tongue deeper into you, swirling it around in heavenly fashion.

he takes no caution following your warning and just keeps working his magic.

you knew that he was trying to get something out of you. a noise, a sound, something. but you weren't willing to give up your dignity that easily. the idea of getting caught in the act had seemed more fun when the two of you were alone in the room. now that there were others that could actually catch you, you were less thrilled by the idea.

so when hyunjae's hand moved to massage your ass, one of your most sensitive areas, it took quite literally everything out of you to stay silent. in that moment, you were grateful for your amazing self control.

you hear the door open and close and you peek out to see the bathroom empty once again. you let out a sigh of relief that's mixed with a moan as hyunjae delivers a harsh spank to your ass.

"mm, such a reserved little slut, hm?" he asks you, that tone in his voice returning to haunt you. "not letting out any of your pretty sounds while people were around...you're ashamed to be in here with me, hm?" as he asks the last bit, he delivers another harsh spank.

you jolt in surprise at the spank as you shake your head. "no, no," you begin. "j-just nervous. not ashamed." you turn around to look at the male to read his expressions.

it'd had been a few minutes since you had last seen his face and my god, did something about the way his hair had fallen lower into his eyes paired with his dominant and belittling expression make you want him to take you right then and there.

so you told him to.

"fuck me."

"already?" hyunjae tilts his head, appearing to be genuinely shocked. "aren't you having fun fooling around-"

"now, jae," you speak again, closing your eyes, regretting the words as they leave your mouth. "please."

never one to turn down one who asks so nicely, hyunjae sighs rising from his seat on the toilet. his large hands sit on your hips as you lean against the stall door, letting out a deep breath.

"let me know if it ever gets to be too much, okay?" he leans to whisper into your ear. "the last thing i want to do is hurt you, darling." he elongated his syllables as his breath comes even closer to your ear.

all you can do is nod as you press back against him, whimpering at the feeling of his hardened length pressing against your soaked pussy.

hyunjae hums and pulls his face away from your ear. he massages your ass lightly as the head of his cock pushes into you.

he only had one or two inches in and you were already on the verge of insanity. god, could he do it all. you were convinced now for sure.

when he finally pushes the rest in, you feel your jaw go slack as you screw your eyes shut. the pleasure was overwhelming. "fuck, jae-"

“shit, you’re tight,” hyunjae lets out a groan that sends a shiver down your spine. “or am i just too big, huh?” you can hear the smirk in his voice without even looking at him.

you’re at a loss for words as he starts to rock his hips into yours at a slow, teasing pace. you let out small little moans at the same pace as his thrusts.

"jae-" you stumble on your words, your thoughts being interrupted by a moan as the male behind you starts to thrust at a quicker pace. "jae, oh my god."

you throw your head back as your moans become more and more erratic. you feel hyunjae's fingertips digging into your hips. you were sure he'd leave marks, but you didn't even care. you wanted him to.

"fuck, y/n," he groans out your name, and that turns you on even more than you could have imagined. "your pussy feels so good around me, it's like you were made my cock- fuck."

hyunjae delivers one particularly hard thrust into you and you jolt forward, a half gasp-half moan leaving your pouted lips. "gonna fucking wreck you, baby." he growls into your ear before moving his hips into yours at an animalistic pace.

at this point, you couldn't keep your moans contained. as your noises highten in volume as your grip on the stall door tightens. "jae, please," you plea, your voice dragging against the door with a trail of evident need.

"tell me what you want, hm, darling?" hyunjae's voice seemed to have dropped a few octaves since the last time he spoke to you. you imagined it was the lust taking over.

"fuck...fuck me like you mean it," you begin, your words coming out shakily. "fuck me like you hate me."

he growls in your ear and you feel your face flush a deep red. "darling, i do hate you," he hisses at you, his hips keeping their merciless pace. "i hate the way you act like you're that cliché girl next door type, when in reality, you're not that innocent."

you half listen to his venting, not because you didn't care, but because it was hard to comprehend words when he was fucking you silly.

"i fucking hate the way you act like such a little know it all," hyunjae speaks again. apparently he was holding more back than you thought. "you may be smart, but is that enough to satisfy you? no. it's not. i've always know what you really wanted."

now that piques your interest. "oh yeah?" you raise an eyebrow at him and smirk. you didn't think he knew shit.

"you just want attention," he hisses through gritted teeth as his thrusts get rougher and rougher. it seemed that listing off his pet peeves about you were feuling his aggression. and you were here for it. "you're nothing but a suck-up attention whore. you have been since fucking middle school."

your mouth hangs open and you're not sure if it's because of his length repeatedly hitting your spot or if it was because he actually had you figured out. "h-hyunjae-"

"and i hate that no matter how much i hated you," he says, speaking again. his hips slow down momentarily as he goes silent. it was as if he was thinking about something. his grip on your hips loosens before he speaks again. "i still wanted to be the one to give you that attention."

you blink softly for a few moments, barely registering his words into your brain before he picks up his pace again, this time his hands finding your hair and pulling on it until your back is pressed against his chest and you can see most of his face. "jae..." you trail off, looking for something in his eyes, but he closes them and lets out a groan as you accidentally clench your walls around his cock.

"fuck, y/n," he hisses out. he moves one hand around to hold onto your throat. he somehow managed to know all your kinks. amazing. "i hate how good you feel around me." he mutters that bit to himself, but you heard it, unbeknownst to him.

as his movements get sloppier, you can tell he's getting close to his release. and so were you, honestly speaking. "jae, jae," you chant his name quietly, whispering it directly into his ear basically. "i'm gonna cum soon."

"me too, fuck," he releases a breathy moan at your statement. "i...i wanna...inside..." his words fall out slowly and almost inaudibly, but as always, you can understand him perfectly.

"i'm on the pill," you mumble back, gripping the toilet paper dispenser next to you. you sure hoped it was sturdy. "oh god, hyunjae-"

a loud cry of his name falls from your lips as you release all over his length, you feel him finish soon after, his thick cum filling you up as he lets out a strained groan.

and then, it was over.

it didn't set in until after you had caught your breath.

you had just fucked the boy you hated the most, the one that annoyed the shit out of you just by breathing.

and you were wondering when you could do it again.

"hey," you hear him spesk from where he stood, slightly above you. he was still inside you but his hands had fallen to his sides. he was still catching his breath, unlike you who had already caught it. "you good?" he asks. he looks down at you, actual concern on his face.

you nod your head as you pull away, causing his length to exit your heat. you wouldn't admit that as soon as he had exited, you wished he would just go back in. "i'm okay," you reply, smiling weakly. "how are you?"

"i'm..." he trails off, seemingly thinking of his answer. maybe he didn't exactly know how he was either. "i'm good. real good." you thought you saw the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips. his gaze stays on you for a few seconds longer and you feel yourself start to weaken under said gaze again.

"please stop looking at me like that," you tell him, breaking the eye contact. "you'll make me kick you."

"you wouldn't," he hums, starting to fix himself up. "you like me too much." he smirks at you and then you want to punch him.

"i don't like you, hyunjae," you tell him. you watch his face, noticing a slight drop in his expression. you had a feeling he was concealing more than you thought. "and you don't like me, right?"

he stares at you. just stares for a moment you wished you could read those eyes. if you could, you'd know everything.

your heartbeat quickens as his face slowly inches closer to yours. he was leaning in, for real. you weren't sure he knew that he was, but you would be a fool to not lean in also.

suddenly, he stops halfway. he takes a breath and lifts his hands up to your shoulders, brushing some dirt off. “you should fix yourself up,” he speaks, clearing his throat. “you look horrible.”

you blink softly as he opens the stall door, wide enough for him to slip out, but not too wide where you would be exposed.

after you hear the bathroom door close, you let out a sigh, slowly pulling yourself together as you realize that was really it.

you had just been fucked stupid by him, and then he was gone. that was that.

but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t going to go back for more. even if it meant going against all your morals.

so, you thought to yourself, confidently stepping out of the bathroom stall. see you on monday, lee hyunjae.

#the boyz #the boyz smut #the boyz fanfic #lee hyunjae #hyunjae the boyz #hyunjae smut #lee jaehyun smut #hyunjae #kpop smut #kpop fanfic

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reidsnose · 4 years

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hair tie

overview: spencer and the reader start carpooling to work together

genre: fluff!!

a/n: i really dont know if this one is any good i just thought the idea was cute but let me know what yall think :)

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spencer was startled by the sudden knock, guests were rare in his little apartment, let alone this early in the morning. a bit paranoid he put his hand over the gun attached to his hip, just in case.

what surprised him even more than the unexpected knock was seeing you through the peep hole when he got to the door.

"y/n? are you ok?" he worried, scanning you up and down quickly to make sure you weren't hurt.

"no um i'm ok," you nervously chewed on your lip, "i was going to call you but i don't have your cell yet. oh my gosh this is going to sound so weird."

you were relatively new to the BAU and they were all very welcoming. the only person who seemed a little bit more closed off was Spencer.

it was true, he was avoiding you a little bit, but only because you were the most beautiful human being he had ever seen; which only made you that much more intimidating. he was afraid. what if he said something stupid? what if the second he opened his mouth you started thinking he was just his IQ. but you were fully a part of the team now. he would have to at least be aquatinted with you.

"its ok, you can say it." he encouraged kindly, causing you to visibly relax.

"ok. oh before i ask i want to preface this by saying you could totally say no i completely understand its a super weird thing especially because we barely know each other." you took a breath as he nodded, a slightly amused smile toyed with his lips.

"i understand the implications. proceed." he mentally slapped himself for wording his thoughts like that.

"do you maybe.. wanna drive to work together? i heard you talking about how you take the train and i also heard that you have an aversion to germs and i drive by your apartment to get to work anyway so i-" you cut yourself off, looking up and seeing him staring at you wide eyed. "i'm sorry this is too weird i over stepped my boundaries and now you dislike me even more. i'm sorry for interrupting your morning. um, you're going to be late for work if i don't leave you alone so ill just- sorry. i'm sorry."

truthfully, this was one of the kindest things anyone has ever offered to do for him. and you offered it with genuine kindness, no ulterior motives to try and get something from him. he stood stunned. how were you so beautiful AND kind. and still somehow a little intimidating.

"we're gonna be late" he called out.

"what?" you turned, having already walked a couple steps from his apartment, your heart beating a bit faster at the sound of his voice.

"you said i'm going to be late. but were carpooling. so we'll both be late," he said matter-a-factly, grabbing his coat and satchel.

"YES!" you laughed, a cracking a wide smile and punching the air triumphantly.

you leaned against the railing of the stairs as you watched him lock up. he was tall and slender and very handsome. so handsome. not handsome like morgan, handsome in a way you were sure you'd never seen before. an incredibly unique and scarce handsomeness that only Spencer Reid had. you tried to forget those thoughts as he began walking towards you.

"i don't dislike you, by the way." he blurted as the two of you walked down the stairs. he felt bad that he made you think he isn't fond of you; the problem was he was too fond of you.

"oh! thats good i've been trying to think of every interaction we've ever had because i was afraid i might have said or done something."

"truth be told," he huffed out a breath, "i was kind of intimidated by you."

you laughed a real, genuine laugh from deep in your belly as you reached your car. the sheer coincidence of the situation as well as your entirely non intimidating nature was seriously laughable.

"you cant be serious! did Garcia tell you?" you asked, completely dumbfounded.

"tell me what?" he asked back, confusion lacing his voice.

"that i was intimidated by you!" you confessed.

"what? this guy in Texas called me a pipe cleaner with eyes! how could i have possibly intimidated you?"

he looked around your car trying to subtly profile you. thats when he noticed you had put hand sanitizer in the passenger side door. and you had pushed the seat back to accommodate for his long legs. it was just two little things, two ways you put a little extra effort in to make him feel welcome, but he was 100% positive if he thought about it too much he would cry. he felt the need to do something like this for you. not to get even or anything, but simply because he wanted to make you feel the way he felt right now.

"i don't know! you're so tall and smart and you seemed quiet but i guess thats only because you were avoiding me. are you sure garcia didnt tell you?" you laughed, watching the road.

now it was his turn to laugh, "no i swear, Garcia didn't say anything about that to me!"

The two of you continued driving, either talking or sitting in a comfortable silence. and this little carpool became a tradition. the two of you arriving and leaving work together every single day, causing the two of you to become closer.

you had to admit, every morning and evening you spent with Spencer made him just seem more and more perfect. unbeknownst to you, the exact same thing was happening with him.

he noticed, one day, as you were pulling your hair up to tie in a ponytail, your hands alternated searching your wrists for a hair tie but there wasn't one there. once he noticed it once, he started noticing it constantly. on a case, in the office, in the car, at a bar. you always seemed to forget your hair ties.

so he went to the store after you drive him home one day, and got a few packs of hair ties. after paying for them, he put one on each wrist and the rest in his satchel, so next time, when you needed one, he'd have it.

he felt like such a creep, constantly watching you to see when you would try to put your hair up. of course the rest of the team took notice, though they had noticed your obvious incline towards each other, Spencer was clearly acting a little weird.

and then it happened.

the two of you were partnered to go to the crime scene on a case, and you went to tie up your hair before you entered the scene. he could hardly contain his excitement, his mind moving a mile a minute trying to decide how he wanted to give you the hair tie. he watched one of your hands search your wrist, but this time it pulled off a little black band and started looping it around your hair.

he couldn't believe it. he finally had a chance to make you feel a portion of the way he felt when he saw your effort in making his car Spencer-friendly, and new he had to think of a new way to do it.

snap.

he looked over and saw you holding what used to be your hair tie, now no longer a band, but a completely useless elastic line.

"you've gotta be-" you muttered to yourself, but your sentence was interrupted as Spencer nonchalantly jutted his wrist towards you. "what are you doing?"

"take my hair tie." he stated simply, trying so hard not to blush. this became even harder as your fingers graced the skin of his wrist while you pulled the hair tie off.

"oh! thank you! you're a life saver!" you breathed, cracking a wide smile as you used it to tie your hair up.

you couldn't help the butterflies going absolutely insane in your stomach. why did he have a hair tie? does he tie his hair up sometimes? why have you never seen it up? you tried to suppress a smile, that would be completely inappropriate for a crime scene.

but you couldn't suppress the warm feeling in your chest. because that was always there when Spencer was around.

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kaebedom-me · 4 years

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you give them head

genshin impact fandom, today i offer you some spicy poly ch💙ya x reader headcanons, tomorrow? who knows umu

this is me just thirsting for them and getting some stuff out of my system, please dont mind,,, this is completely self indulgent

i also havent wrote in like years so forgive me if its not The Best™,, but if you do enjoy it lemme know??

also this is NSFW read at your own discretion

both of them will not ever refuse head. if you offer, it’s an immediate yes, no hesitations, no matter when or where

they both will tease the hell out of you, though

“hmm~? exactly what were you thinking about before this? my taste? the way i stretch your mouth?”

“naughty girl, you can’t keep your mouth off of me can you?”

just get on your knees and unbuckle their pants then get to work, that’ll shut them up

i was lying, it won’t shut them up, they’ll just tease you more

they’re just such little shits

“that eager to suck me off, baby? you’re so dirty”

kaeya thinks it’s cute, if you put your hair up in a ponytail first and will grab it and tug on it to tease you

childe prefers if you keep your hair down, because when he gets rough with you he likes to see how disheveled you get and your hair sticking to you

on that note, childe loves it when you have lipstick on before it. he makes it his personal goal to get it all over you and his cock

kaeya, if he’s feeling nice, he will praise you

“you’re so good to me, darling, taking all of me in your pretty little mouth”

childe isn’t as nice. he’s a little more sadistic and will try to choke you with his cock

“do you like that? like how i feel in your mouth? want to see how far i can go, babe?”

sometimes they both aren’t as nice and the dirty talk gets amped up, they will make you come from just giving them head

don’t even get me started on their degradation and humiliation kinks i-

childe is also more likely to face fuck you to get to where he needs to be

while kaeya likes to just watch you and see if you can get him to orgasm on your own

if you have like music playing in the background, kaeya will thrust into your mouth on beat

childe being more gentle when he’s feeling like it.

his fist pumps his cock while you look up at him expectantly, whimpering a little bit “please, please, please just let me-” he pushes himself pass your lips, chuckling when you shiver and eyes roll back.

then pulling out again, rubbing himself all over your cheeks, “oh, i don’t know, babe”

kaeya occasionally gets in a type of mood. he isn’t as talkative and a smidgeon more rough and demanding with a little pinch of needy.

he doesn’t say anything when you put up your hair or when your undo his pants and get yourself comfortable in front of him. he just growls and pats your head when you do something he likes.

your eyes automatically shuts when he reaches to cup your head in his arms and when he calls you a good girl and thrusts in your mouth, you can tell, you just know how much he’s holding back. you can’t help but moan when he experimentally thrusts harder

kaeya, ideally, would want to come down your throat. he feels a rush when he sees you struggle to swallow his come and it just going down your neck

childe, on the other hand, wants to come on your face. he will hold the back of neck just to make sure you take all of it

he’ll make sure it doesn’t get in your hair and eyes, he’s not a monster

oof, when you’re on your knees in front of the both of them? they think there’s no better view in teyvat

you looking up at them both while they coo at how pretty you are,,, lord have mercy im boutta buSt

if you’re blowing them both at the same time, they’re a little more mean. when you have one of them in your mouth the other will tease you so they can rile you up

they’re honestly a very scary tag team, very in sync to each other’s needs

like, one minute, you have childe in your mouth, the next kaeya will shove his cock into your mouth as childe comes on your face, type beat

they both have tried to fit themselves in you at once, your jaw has never been more sore

if you moan while they’re doing anything to you at all, they somehow get more turned on

you being so sensitive when they’re only just using your mouth? that’s so fucking cute babe

y-yo, when you’re sucking one of them off,,, and the other walks in??? I- y’all i have so much to say so little time

sometimes they just talk to each other??? as you’re trying your best to blow them both?? as if you’re boring them??

don’t worry though, they’ll never leave you out for long

their favourite thing to do is to blindfold you and make you guess who you’re blowing

depending on what type of play you lot are doing for the night, they’ll either dish out a reward or punishment if you get it right/wrong

i would also like to say that these two are filthy, they will absolutely kiss you after. they both love their come mixed with your saliva. they might even kiss each other as a show for you, a little treat uwu

super sweet after the whole ordeal though!! childe gets you something for your knees if you’ve been kneeling for long while keaya helps clean you up

promises to return the favour ten fold if you’re still up for it [eyes emoji]

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aldakat31415 · 3 years

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I don't give a shit that this is a bsd blog. There are no rody fics and rody deserves love.

So.

Rody x reader

If anything it was his fault. Those eyes you could get lost in for hours. That hair that looked like noodles and you couldn't not laugh at it. His coat had patches all over it. You didn't care. This was Rody.

You had met him the first time at the bar. Your uncle was having you help him clean and serve drinks, despite you being underage. Hours of unruly customers, men three times your age hitting on you, you'd had enough.

But just as you were working up the courage to just leave and go home, here comes on this breath of fresh air. His brown hair tied up in a ponytail and his eyes bright and shiny.

At first you thought he was a loser.

It wasn't his clothes, no, your uncle wasn't much better despite owning the bar. It was the ghettos for crying out loud, you were used to it. No. It was that cocky assed, shit filled grin he first spoke to you with. Confidence spilling from a guy who looked like this? This had to be a joke.

But he grew on you. Day after day he would come to bar for work, and day after day it was left to you to give the boy directions or what not. Sometimes your uncle would send you with him, hoping that you would have a better chance of keeping the goods safe. It didn't help much, and it didn't help your heart from longing for the boy.

It was very sudden though, the day that made your little crush turn into a deep love. The two of you making your way downtown (walking fast) looking for your issuer. All of a sudden your being chased by some Japanese hero, and now here you were, sitting in a truck with two stupid stupid boys. One fast asleep while the other had his hands on the wheel, quietly driving. It was peaceful, just you and Rody.

Of course, you were also in the bed of the truck. So you were kinda hoping he didn't drive off a cliff.

"The weather's nice tonight.. " you said, staring up at the stars. You knew how cliche you sounded, but you didn't really care.

Rody gave you a look, like. 'Dont even start with this crap.'

"What?!" You replied. "I'm not allowed to say things are pretty?" You were a little hostile now.

"No.. no.." he replied, turning his head. Pino popped her head out of the seat in front. She always did this, whenever you and Rody were together she would always be going crazy around you. Weird bird, you wondered how he trained her.

"Hey girl." You said, letting her sit on your shoulder. The bird cooed and nuzzled up to you, so you have her a little pat and kiss on the head. All of a sudden Rody was dying and trying not choke on his own saliva.

You cocked your head to the side, looking at him while sticking your head into the little gap between the seats and truck bed. "You ok?"

He nodded, a bright red blush covering his entire face. "Sorry.. " he replied awkwardly.

You chuckled, he was cute like this. When he wasn't putting up his cool front, when he was just being himself. He was still cool like this to you, he might have been even more awesome than when he was pretending to be. You sounded cheesy, but you once again didn't care.

"What you laughing at?" He asks, looking to the side blushing and a little angry.

"You." You reply, picking pino up and petting her on the top of her head. His face only became a darker shade of red.

He sighed, looking away and back at the road again. You giggled, sitting back down in the truck bed and petting pino on the head more. The bird snuggling into your touch, you loved her so much. She's just so cute.

"Hey pino, wanna know a secret?" You ask, whispering to the bird. She nods, nuzzling into you hand.

"I think I love Rody." You say, patting her feathers back. The bird looked up at you wide eyed, her face shocked and confused.

"Yeah.. I know.. my uncle would kill me if he found out, but.. I love Rody. I think this trip made me realize it. He's saved my life so many times, even when it was just a crush. I'm just a small girl trying to pull off petty crime, I could have really died. I'm glad he's been there for me, even if I do worry he might suffer a worse fate. They're always cruelest to those who can't keep their mouths shut, heh.. how am I still alive then?" You say, laughing at your own stupidity.

Pino looks like she's just about to drop over dead from the news, which is weird cause she's a bird, but you guess she's just really surprised? Strange. You turn around to steal a glance at Rody, who was very very focused on driving right now. His gaze was way to fixed on the road to be normal for him.

Pt. 2? Idk.. I love Rody.

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atlabeth · 3 years

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neighborly things - sokka x fem!reader

summary: reader can’t make things for shit. thankfully, she has a cute and crafty neighbor willing to help her.

a/n: im so sorry lmao. i have requests and i have 2 series that havent been updated in like a month but sometimes i just need to write a stupid little oneshot to get back in the writing mood. i did this in an hour

im not a screwdriver expert so dont come at me if some of this info is wrong lmao

wc: 1.6k

warning(s): some cursing but otherwise pure fluff. also i didnt proofread im SORRY im pretty sure they laugh grin and smile like 200 times

“Dammit!”

Anyone unfortunate enough to have a place near you during this time would have heard the phrase on more than twenty occasions, and it wasn’t even noon yet. You had gotten the parts in the mail to put together a new dresser a couple days ago, and had finally decided to take on the task. You didn’t know if it was because you were inexperienced with furniture or just lacked basic comprehension skills, but it was proving to be no less than Herculean.

You threw the screwdriver at the wall and fell back to the floor as you let your arms sprawl out above you. You had been trying to screw in a part for no less than thirty minutes, and if a miracle didn’t happen right about now, you were going to lose your mind.

Your head snapped towards the door when she heard a knock, and your brows creased. “God?” You muttered as you got up, wondering if you had actually thought a miracle into existence.

You weren’t greeted by a deity when you opened the door, but the man standing in front of you was pretty damn close. With ocean blue eyes, hair pulled back in a ponytail with shaved sides, and toned arms, he was a sight to behold. But you had no idea why he was in front of your door.

“Hey, are you okay?” He questioned, genuine concern in his tone.

“Um, yeah, why?” You were trying to rack your brain for any memory of this guy — because you knew you would remember him if you had seen him before — but to no avail. “Also, who are you and why are you here?”

“Right,” he chuckled. “My name’s Sokka. I’m your neighbor; I live—” he gestured at the door just next to your place, “—over there. Moved in a couple weeks ago, so that’s probably why you don’t know me. I’ve just been hearing a lot of cursing and loud noises coming from your place, so I figured I would stop in and see what was going on.”

“Oh. That’s.. very considerate of you, Sokka. I’m just…” you sighed and chuckled at the ridiculousness of it all. “I’m just trying to put together a dresser, and it’s not going well at all. That latest sound you heard was the culmination of my rage. I threw a screwdriver at the wall.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it,” he laughed. “Listen. I don’t wanna intrude on you or anything, but I happen to be pretty good at putting things together. I had to do a lot of furniture construction when I first moved in, plus I’m the one all my friends call when they need help with putting anything together. I could probably help you with whatever’s troubling you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Oh, no. I just go door to door joking around with people, asking if they need help with their furniture, sometimes I ask if their refrigerator is running? It really gets a kick out of them.”

You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly and stepped aside so he could enter your apartment. “Thank you so much, Sokka. I’ve read the instructions a million times, I seriously don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

He crouched down and picked up the manual, turning to a dog-eared page and skimming over the instructions. He pointed at the screwdriver you had thrown against the wall and glanced back at you. “Is that the one you’ve been using?”

You closed and locked the door behind him then walked over to the wall, picking up the unfortunate victim of your anger and spinning it in your hands. “Yeah, why?”

“Do you know what kind it is?”

“Um.. maybe? God, I don’t know. I think it’s a Phillip’s head?”

Sokka laughed and shook his head, holding up the manual so you could see it. “That’s where you’re going wrong. You need a Pozidriv for these screws — they’re similar enough that anyone can make a mistake.”

You stared at Sokka in complete amazement — apparently, your savior lived next door, and he came in the form of a handsome guy with basic knowledge on putting furniture together. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you said as you walked over and took the booklet from himl. You flipped through it a couple times and read over the part, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” you repeated, louder this time. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get that thing to- to work, to screw, to— whatever you call it?”

“It’s actually to—”

“Thirty minutes!” You interrupted, earning a small chuckle from Sokka. “Thirty damn minutes that I have been trying to get that screw in, and it’s all because I was using the wrong screwdriver. Why would they make screwdrivers that are so similar but aren’t interchangeable?!”

He shrugged and held up his hands. “Don’t ask me — I don’t make the rules, I just follow them. But like I said; this dresser might fall apart if you keep using this thing. I actually have a Pozidriv back at my place, I can go get it and we can finish this up together.”

“God, that would be the biggest help,” you admitted. “But I don’t wanna take up your time — I don’t know how I would even repay you.”

“I’m doing this because I want to help you,” he said. “You don’t have to repay me. Think of it as… as a neighborly thing.”

“A neighborly thing?” you repeated with a laugh. “Well, if you’re offering, I’m definitely not going to refuse.”

“I am offering,” Sokka winked. “And unless you want to be at this for another three days, I think you should take that offer.”

You pretended to deliberate over it before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I’ll let you help me. I mean, really you should be thanking me for this brilliant opportunity to, um.. hone your skills.”

He laughed, a brilliant sound that made your heart sing, and nodded as he went back to the door. “Thank you so much for letting me put together this dresser. Truly, it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Then I’m happy to be of assistance.”

Sokka grinned then unlocked and opened the door. “I’ll be right back, then we can get started.”

Once he got back, the two of you got to work. The next three hours passed so quickly as you and Sokka talked about everything from the work you did to people in your lives (no girlfriend, thankfully), to exchanging stories — even the silence, though rare, was comfortable.

Sokka pushed the last drawer into its place then clapped his hands as he stood up, admiring the fruits of your labor. “And that’s it! We’re done.”

“Wait, we’re done? Already?” You set down the instruction manual and stood up as well, backing up to Sokka’s position to see what he saw. “Wow, that looks.. that looks just like the picture. We are good at this! Well, you’re really good at this, I’m good at keeping you entertained. But still!”

You held your hand up for a high five and he laughed, but not without meeting it with a satisfying clap.

“It does look pretty good,” he admitted. “And not only do you have a brand new, fully functioning dresser, you also had the priceless experience of spending three hours with the neighbor you know nothing about.”

“That’s not true,” you countered. “I know that you’re really good at putting things together, you’re a genius when it comes to anything math or science, and you hate blueberries.”

Sokka snickered and brushed his hands off on his jeans. “That’s everything there is to know.”

“I dunno, Sokka. You seem like a pretty interesting guy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s not every day that someone offers to put together a whole dresser just because they feel bad.”

“Well—” he tore off a blank part of the instruction manual and picked up a spare pen from the counter, then put it up against the wall as he scribbled something on it. Sokka put the pen down and handed the slip of paper to you with a smile. “If you ever need any more help with furniture, then call me.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up as you took the paper. Your fingers brushed ever so slightly as you took the slip of paper, and you decided to just go for it. You bit back a grin and tried to sound as innocuous as possible. “And if I want to get to know you beyond the blueberries?”

Sokka laughed and leaned against the doorframe. “Definitely call me.”

“Great.”

The two of you smiled at each other like idiots for way too long before a notification from his phone broke the silence. He jumped from the sudden noise and dug his phone out of his pocket, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry, my sister just texted me and I gotta get over to her place.” Sokka started towards the door then paused and turned around. “I actually had a lot of fun doing this, though. I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You knew you had that same smile on your face, but it just wouldn’t go away. His energy was contagious. “Definitely.”

“Great.” He winked at you one last time then left, closing the door behind him, and finally snapping you out of your spell.

You leaned against the dresser and stared at the slip of paper in your hands, committing the number to memory.

You were definitely going to take him up on that offer.

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years

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Mermaid - Inked Up Idiots

I got hung up on a different fic so I decided we needed some cute as fuck family shit for the tattoo AU. I missed these stupid fuckers. Mkay so my headcanon is that ciri has a hard time saying their names so she calls Geralt ‘Uncle Bear’ bc the girls call him Ger Bear, and she calls Jaskier ‘Uncle Ask’ bc her tiny little mouth cant do all those funny syllables yet. Hell I have a hard time with it sometimes.

Warnings: i dont think theres any? its family fluff? i honestly dont even think i swore in this one??? who am I?

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Geralt opened the door with what looked like Crayola markers on his face and a warning, “They’re both asleep, I couldn’t bear to wake them.”

Yen gave him a look of disapproval but followed him down the hall to the living room, “She has gymnastics in two hours. You’re telling me I have to get food in her and wake her- oh my god.” Yen covered the adoring smile spreading across her face as Geralt motioned to the couch.

Jaskier and little Ciri were out cold. Jaskier’s leg was hanging off the side and one arm was stretched up over his head of absolutely wild hair - Ciri had it in several small ponytails. Ciri was laying over his chest, her tiny toddler body fitting on his torso like a custom made bed. Her cheeks were rosy with sleep and her little fist clutched at the collar of Jaskier’s shirt as she snored away. One of his hands laid over her back, looking rather massive over such a delicate little thing.

“I don’t have the heart,” Geralt shrugged, pointing to the other couch, “But I did pack all her things.”

Yennefer sighed, “McDonald’s wont kill her every now and then…”

Geralt hoisted the little overnight bag over his shoulder as Yen leaned down to unstick a lock of hair from Ciri’s face, “Morning, Silly One. Time to get up.”

Jaskier lifted his head, looking around in confusion, but Ciri still didn’t stir.

“Oh, hey Yen.”

She chuckled and plucked the tiny brightly colored scrunchies out of his hair, “Hey, you. Sleep well?”

“Mm! Quite comfortably actually. Oh, If she asks about face masks, I just smeared some foundation on her nose to make her feel included. We were doing pore strips.” Jaskier wiggled his nose as Yen peeled Ciri off his chest.

She finally started to stir when Yen had her upright, “Mumma?”

Yen kissed her forehead as she wiped at her eyes, “Right here, Ciri. Geralt did a pore strip?” She snickered, crossing over to him to take Ciri’s bag.

“He lied. He said it wouldn’t hurt.” Geralt explained, sending an accusatory look toward his husband.

Ciri laid her head on Yen’s shoulder with a sleepy smile, “Uncle Bear cried.”

Geralt rolled his eyes despite his fond smile, “And you,” he tickled her sides while he spoke, “giggled the whole time. Didn’t you?”

She squealed and nodded, now completely awake.

Yen glanced at Geralt’s arms and smirked, “Looks like you’ve been working on your art too.”

Ciri beamed with pride as they all migrated to the front door, “Bear! Your leg!”

Geralt smiled and hiked up the leg of his sweatpants, showing off the very brightly colored mermaid covering his calf and ankle while Ciri rattled on, “I got tired coloring monsters so Uncle Ask drew me a mermaid.”

“It’s very pretty, love!” Yen practically sang.

“She wanted to be like Mumma.” Jask added, “No coloring book would do.”

Yen bit her bottom lip and positively glowed with pride, “Thanks guys. We’ll see you at dinner tomorrow?”

Jask nodded as he saw them out the door, “Tell my favorite receptionist I miss and love her.”

An hour and two cups of strong coffee later, Geralt and Jaskier lounged on the couch, eying the mess Ciri had left in her wake warily, but ignoring it in solidarity for the moment.

“J?”

“Yes, darling?”

Geralt picked a craft sparkle off his husband’s nose as he spoke, “I know you said you won’t tattoo me anymore-”

“-because you cry and whine and it makes me feel far too guilty. No.”

“-but hear me out,” Geralt continued, “Will you do it for Ciri?”

Jaskier pushed off his chest and gave him a skeptical glare, “What do you mean?”

“I want to get the mermaid tattooed there. For her.”

“Are you being impulsive?” Jaskier sputtered, a delighted grin on his face.

Geralt raised his eyebrows, “I got a tattoo on our first date.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes and gave him a quick peck before he hopped up, “That doesn’t count. You’d thought about it before. This,” He motioned to Geralt’s calf like Vanna White, “is true Stupid Tattoo Addict behavior. And I love it.” He skipped to the front door and grabbed his keys.

“Where are you going?”

“WE are going to the studio! Come on!”

Geralt scrambled off the couch to wrap an arm around his husband’s waist and pull him close, “I didn’t mean now. We haven’t even had breakfast,” he laughed.

“Put on your shoes. We’ll stop by the bakery on the way in.” Jaskier insisted, laying his hands over Geralt’s chest and looking up at him with unbridled glee.

Geralt couldn’t help but feel a little giddy too, “Alright. But let’s put the numbing cream on now so it has time to work.”

Jaskier patted his cheek and kissed his nose before darting back into the house, “Good idea, love. Don’t want anymore Bear tears.”

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hwangsies · 4 years

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LIMERENCE

(n) the state of becoming infatuated with another person

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

summary: you haven’t spoken a word to hyunjin since he ghosted you after a fun new years eve together, so what’s the worst that could happen when fate (or chaeryong,...well, same thing) pairs you up for a road trip across the country?

warnings: e2l (ish), university student!au, non idol!au ,a lot of swearing. alcohol consumption,long flashback, mentions of infidelity, hyunjin is a giggly sweetheart, smut as in: dom!hyunjin, unprotected sex (wrap it up luvs),fingering, oral (f recieving), slight choking, praise kink, hand & strenght kink (manhandleing oopsie), slight overstimulation, hyunjin is really enthusiastic about consent (as you should be, periodt), reader is nervous and scared of hyunjins big pickle (ew i hate myself), motel sex (but it’s not trashy i promise!)

8.6 k words ,meaning grab a snack and a drink,

and enjoy!<3

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"alright everyone" your professor rubs his hands together "that was it for today... i hope you all have a great break and i'm very exited to see all of you again next semester. hopefully in person again" he chuckles.

You and your classmates exchange goodbyes with him before one after the other exits the zoom call.

"fuck" you sigh after closing your laptop and lean back on your bed.

"you did it girl" your dormmate chaeryong claps, at which you giggle before shifting your eyes to her on the other side of the room.

She's sitting on her bed, folding her clothes before putting it in her suitcase thats placed in front of her.

"finally" you sit up and watch her roll up a pair of socks.

"my last class was yesterday and mrs kim teared up" she giggles "it was kinda cute not gonna lie"

"oh god" you snicker.

"hey did you find someone to take to yongin?" you ask, remebering chearyong talking about wanting to find someone to share gas expenses with in exchange for a ride to her hometown.

"oh yea, i did" she turn to you "i think you know him, seo changbin?"

You furrow your brows in thought, you feel like you've heard of the name.

"he's a music major, one year above us, hes also from yongin" she continues folding a pair of jeans "funny you'd ask actually cause he told me one of his friends was looking for a ride to seoul, isn't that where you're going?"

"Yea i was thinking about finding someone honestly because gas is really fucking expensive if you aint rich" you say, placing your laptop onto your nightstand.

"Mm you aint gotta tell me girl" chaeryong mumbles, folding a sweatshirt.

"so who's that friend?" you ask, stretching out on your bed.

"he's in his grade, hyunjin"

Your neck almost cracks from how fats you whip your head “hwang hyunjin?”

"Oh yea" she points at you "you know him?"

"unfortunately" you huff.

"o-oh, what"s the tea?" your roommate wiggles her brows at which you shake your head.

"nothing much really" you sigh, leaning back again "he's just like the most arrogant and stuck up fuckboy ever"

"wow, well thats not nothing" chaeryong laughs "any reason as to why you think that?"

"you could probably ask any girl on campus and she'll tell you the same" you scoff.

"really girl?" chaeryong squints an eye at you playfully "cause i've only heard of him being hot but never of him being a hoe. And you know i'm the first to know the hot gossip" she winks.

Laughing defeatedly, running your hand through your hair.

"it's just- we hit it off at the campus' new years eve party, like really hit it off- at least thats what i thought"

"oooh spill it spill it" chaeryong leaps over to your bed to sit at the end of it.

"well there's really not much to spill, i gave him my number and he was talking all that smack about taking me out and stuff aaand to make a long story short i never heard from him again"

"well" chaeryong speaks slowly, biting her lip guiltily "i dont think you'll be very happy about me giving changbin your number for him, then?"

"you did what???" your eyes almost pop out of your head.

"sooorryy" she jumps up from your bed, clutching her hands apologetically "i didnt know"

"aaaaarghh" you whine, burying your face in your pillow.

"maybe he won't even text you though" chaeryong tries to console you, but the damage is already done...

unknown number - hey i got this number from changbin, i heard you're driving up to seoul, i'd love to tag along if you're looking for someone to share expenses with -recieved at 9:12 am

You huff looking at the message on your phone.

After chaeryong had left last night you really convinced yourself that he couldn't possibly dare to reach out to you.

But here you are reading his message after just waking up, and your day is already ruined.

you - who is this? - sent at 9:56 am

You know who it is, but you're not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that you do.

Scoffing when he answers almost immediately.

unknown number - this is hyunjin, did i reach the right person? - recieved at 9:57 am

You have two choices at this point.

1. be petty and bitter about a boy who probably doesn't even remember you.

Or 2. move on and help someone who is also just trying to get home and also maybe get some closure.

So you curse your mother for rasing you so well and suck it up.

you - yea sure, i planned on leaving tomorrow at around 6 pm - sent at 10:02 am

Damn you and your common human decency.

he sus - oh okay great :) i only have one suitcase and a backpack btw so i wont take up alot of space or anything - recieved at 10:05 am

he sus - also i feel weird bc i dont know ur name or anything changbin literally just sent me the number and nothing else lol, also 6 sounds good should we meet at the main building then? -sent at 10:06 am

You're quite honestly not shocked that he seems nice over text because he was the same when you met on new years eve.

you - sure lets meet at the main building, my car is white and my name is y/n - sent at 10:09 am

Cringing as you press the send button because you are 99% certain he won't answer anymore; not that you'd care, obviously.

he sus - alright y/n see you tomorrow at 6 then :) - recieved at 10:14 am

You raise your brows when your phone lights up with his message, does he really not remember you?

Was he that drunk?

Well, it doesnt matter because you don't want to pay for all this gas alone and he seems to be the next best option to fix that.

So you shrug it off and get out off bed to run some last errands and start packing.

Your heart is beating unreasonably fast when you take a turn towards the main building at 5:55 pm the next day.

Calm down y/n it’ll just be 5 hours and who says you have to talk to him?

However you do know deep in your heart that you only wanted to arrive just a little early so you could complain about him being late.

That plan got cut short because your eyes fall on him as you pull up to the main building.

He’s- oh my god he’s blonde. You stop your car and he looks up at you.

“it is you!” hyunjin smiles at you when you step out of the car.

“who else would it be?” you ask, a little irritated at his reaction.

His face drops a bit when he sees you clearly annoyed by him, but the doesn’t blame you; he’d be mad too.

You open your trunk for him to put his weirdly small suitcase into, looking him up and down as he lifts it inside.

He’s wearing dark baggy pants and a windbreaker jacket, the top part of his chin-length blonde hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail.

He seemed to have bulked up as well, shoulders looking broader than what you remember.

The hair is different than the jet black hair that you remember on him, but it suits him very well; to be honest he would look good in any hair colour, not that you’d care though.

The first thirty minutes of the ride go by agonizingly slow and in complete silence.

When you drive onto the freeway you can’t take it anymore and mumble something among the lines of ‘wanna listen to some music?’.

You don’t wait for an answer, pressing the radio button right as you finish your sentence.

“uh, actually” hyunjin starts, his hand lifting to turn the radio back off, your eyes snap towards him, is he serious? Turning off your radio in your car?

“I wanted to address this situation” he says rather quietly.

You scoff “what? You realized that this is awkward just now?”

“no- I mean- yes I understand why you would think that but I just really want a chance to explain myself” he stutters.

“explain yourself” you repeat after him before mumbling “sure because there’s so much to explain”

“listen, I know you think I’m an asshole who just ghosted you b-“

“listen, I can handle rejection, you could’ve just said that you weren’t looking for something serious and I would’ve accepted that. The thing I’m mad about though is you literally making false promises and shit”

Hyunjin blinks at you “can I please just explain to you what happened?”

You let out a long huff “sure” you wave your hand “go ahead”

“when you and your friends left at around 4, you wrote your number on my arm with your eyeliner, correct?” he asks.

Glancing over at him, you nod.

“after you where gone, I was already pretty drunk but then my friends decided to drag me with them to a different party that was still going” you see him fiddling with his hands in your peripheral “well I got super fucking shitfaced at that party and ended up puking on this one guys shoes”

You raise your eyebrows and hold back a laugh, which he notices.

“its okay you can laugh” he chuckles as well.

“anyways that guy was not very happy about it and busted my lip before kicking me and my friends out, so then back in the dorm my roommate sat me in the shower because I was full of alcohol, blood and puke”

“ew” you chime in.

“and when I woke up the next morning your number was gone” hyunjin looks over at you “we don’t have any mutual friends, I didn’t know what your major is so I couldn’t even asks for you in the administrating office, and then the covid lockdown happened and here we are”

“you called the administrating office?” you look over at him, he nods a little smile on his stupid pretty lips.

“yep, so, sorry to tell you but your eyeliner is not waterproof” he jokes at which you playfully knit your brows at him.

“believe me, I wanted to text you. I really wanted to take you out; and when you sent me your name yesterday I didn’t know if this was a lucky coincidence or if you’re a different y/n, that’s why I didn’t say anything” he explains.

You take a deep breath as you realize you have to apologize for going off on him just now, you believe him but you hate apologizing.

“well, I feel like an ass for going off on you like that after hearing all this” you chuckle “I’m sorry” you eye him shortly before looking back on the road.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize I get how it looked, very much sus” he laughs with you.

Coming back to your car after you took a bathroom break on a highway rest-stop, you see hyunjin sitting in the drivers seat.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you smile as you sit down on the passenger seat.

“I thought maybe you’d like to sleep since its dark already and you’ve been driving for almost 3 hours” he suggests while putting on his seatbelt.

“well, I wont say no to that” you shrug and put your seatbelt on as well.

“so when did you go blonde?” you ask curiously.

“uh- around end of june” hyunjin chuckles “it was a dare if I’m being honest but I ended up liking it and got it redone”

“oh okay” you check out his profile once more and follow his hair with your eyes “I like it”

“yea?”

“yea, which is weird cause I’m usually not into blondes at all” you wonder.

“hm” he grins “must be me then” he says before winking at you.

“pfff, in your dreams” you rebuttal playfully, at which he laughs and mumbles a ‘true’.

You don’t react to it because you think your ears are playing tricks on you.

“hey I have a question too” hyunjin says.

“what’s up” you lean your arm against the window as you look over at him.

His face is slightly lit by the lights of the other cars, no seriously, how can a side profile be so perfect?

“why did you even agree to take me with you if you thought I ghosted you?” he grins.

You laugh “well, I’m a nice person and I know not a lot of people there are from seoul and my mom raised me right, okay?”

“okay okay” he giggles, the way his eyes crinkle when he does makes you smile everytime.

“or…did you have such a good time with me on new years that you just had to jump on this opportunity?” he quips, carefully stealing a peek at you.

“sure, why do you think I was so upset when you didn’t text” you feign sadness.

The both of you laugh before falling into comfortable silence.

When looking outside your window, you think back to said new years eve.

-(flashback)

“oh my god” you said, stepping into the big hall that usually is the universities gym. But whoever planned this outdid themselves.

A dj was placed on one of the tribunes and a whole buffet of drinks and punches on the other, as well as a big disco ball hanging from the ceiling, making the room shimmery and shiny.

You could see people coming out of the doors that connected into the universities hall on one side and into the locker rooms on the others, as if it wasn’t already packed.

“this is fucking insane” lia, your roommate from last semester, squeaked while grabbing your arm and jumping a little, her voice overpowering the blasting music..

“I wanna get fucking hammered tonight” you turned to her.

“oh babe don’t worry, we didn’t come here to drink soda” she laughed before spotting some of your other friends.

About five minutes before midnight you and some more girls gathered at the buffet of drinks and started doing shots.

You all had decided that instead of kissing someone at 12 o’clock you’d ring in 2020 with a shot, because alcohol can’t cheat on you.

You were laughing at something when some people started the countdown.

10!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Every one shouted and celebrated in union as you downed your shot.

“happy new year babe” lia hugged you after downing hers.

“happy new year!” you shouted into her ear, full of relief that this stressful year was over.

“lets do another one” she grinned widely after your whole friend group had shared their wishes with each other.

A girl you didn’t know very well handed you another shot, just as you emptied your glass you heard a guy yell something before stumbling into your back.

“jesus” you stumbled forward a bit before turning around, ready to throw someone a dirty look.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” in front of you suddenly stood a tall dark haired young man with almost too perfect facial features, frowning a little out of concern.

“nothing happened” you smiled, taking a step towards him so he’d hear you better.

“I’m glad” he replied, a grin slowly stretched across his handsome face

“I’m y/n” you giggled as you held out your hand.

His eyes crinkled with his smile as he took your hand in his “I’m hyunjin” he said before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“okay guys let her have her fun lets go over there” you hear lia usher your friends away from behind you.

“happy new year y/n” he said before instinctively pulling you a little closer to him when a group of people passed behind you.

“happy new year hyunjin” you replied, a slow blush creeping on your face from how intensely he was taking in your appearance.

“well yea happy fucking new years to me for running into you” he joked before taking a sip, your brain wasn’t able to function anymore so you just giggled and nervously pushed your hair behind your ear.

It had been way too long since you’d talked to a guy, especially someone as attractive as him

“you’re fucking stunning” hyunjin complimented you and lifted your hand with his to make you spin for him, to which you complied because you took a long time getting ready and always appreciate being appreciated.

“thank you” you were crimson red by now but hoped he wouldn’t see because of the dimmed lights.

“how come I’ve never seen you around? I would’ve remembered you” he tilted his head.

“oh this was my first year here and I live on the other side of campus so…” you nodded slowly “but yea I would’ve remembered you too”

He grinned before downing his drink and putting on the table next to the both of you.

“wanna dance?”

That’s how you found yourself on the dance floor with hyunjin pressed against your back.

Slowly but surely the alcohol made you braver; and it didn’t take long for the dj to play perfect songs to grind yourself against his toned body to.

His reaction was instant, hands gripping even harder at your waist and his own movements matching your own.

You looked back at him just to have the air knocked out of your lungs, a barely there sheen of sweat was covering his forehead; his pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted before his tongue swiftly swept over his lower lip.

He looked like sex on legs and moved like it too.

His plump lips formed into a grin when he noticed you staring, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol running through your system but you so desperately wanted to kiss him.

“can’t stop looking at you either, pretty” he lowered his head to mumble against your cheek before pressing a kiss there.

“you’re so goddamn sexy” you blurted out as you turned around to face him, running one of your hands through his dark hair before positioning them on his firm chest.

He threw back his head as his chest vibrated with laughter.

“don’t laugh at me” you laughed as you locked eyes again.

“you’re cute when you’re drunk” hyunjin brought one hand to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“you dont even know me sober” you giggle “also i’m not drunk!” you protested playfully, his hands found your waist in the meantime to pull you flush to his body; at which you gasped almost inaudibly.

“oh really?” he looked down at you, clearly amused “didn’t you drink like 5 shots half an hour ago?”

“well well well, I didn’t know I had an audience” you countered, looping your arms around his neck.

Hyunjin prodded at the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking away for a swift second, slightly embarrassed because he just exposed himself.

You felt yourself gush a little when he licked his lips again after bringing his gaze back to you.

“so you almost knocked me over on purpose?” you grinned even bigger when he shook his head laughingly.

“listen” he chuckled, leaning down unnecessarily close because you could hear him perfectly fine but you weren’t going to complain.

“I actually didn’t run into you on purpose, that was my friends doing after he saw me notice you” he said.

You mouthed an ‘ahh’ while nodding, feigning disbelief.

“I’m serious” hyunjin laughed “I still have to thank him later; I would’ve probably chickened out”

He got quieter at the end of his sentence, his eyes jumping to your lips when you wet your lower lip with your tongue quickly.

“i-m glad he pushed you then” you replied, trying to hide the fact that your heart was pumping your blood in record time.

“yea” he inched his face closer to yours as you tilted your chin up to meet him in the middle “me too”

His eyes switched from your lips to your eyes one more time before closing the gap between the both of you.

His lips were firm but soft at the same time in the way they moulded against yours, you swore you could hear lia squealing from somewhere but maybe you were just hearing things.

But when his tongue touched yours in the most tentative way you lost contact to what was going on around you, slinging your arms tighter around his neck and deepening the kiss.

A tiny groan escaped hyunjins throat when you carded your fingers through his hair to tug on it and release some of the adrenalin that rushed through you.

He was slow and explorative and let you take control from time to time before sucking on your lower lip and making you loose it.

You didn’t know how many songs had passed; to be honest you didn’t even remember what song was playing when you started kissing.

All you knew in that moment was hyunjins lightly flushed cheeks, swollen lips and dark glistening eyes.

“let’s go somewhere else?” he questioned in a whisper when you bit your lip, nodding at his question.

He grabbed your hand in his before manoeuvring the both of you through the dancing and celebrating crowd.

Before you knew it, hyunjin pulled you into the entrance hall of the university where multiple people had the same idea as you.

Couples scattered across the big room, some just talking, most of them however making out heavily.

“come on” he softly tugged at your hand, smiling when your gaze falls on him.

He lead you up the big flight of stairs onto a floor of the building you’ve never been to, stopping in front of a random room before pulling a small set of keys out of his back pocket.

After unlocking the door, he opened it to let you step inside.

It was a dance studio, the wall right across from you was just one huge mirror through which you could see the big couch in the back of the room and the water dispensers next to it.

“why do you have the keys for this room?” you asked, giggling.

Hyunjin grinned as he closed the door “I’m a dance major, we all have keys for the practice rooms”

“that’s so cool” you beamed “I wish I could dance” you looked around the room, walking towards the mirrored wall a little bit.

“you were moving just fine earlier” hyunjin came up behind you, nimble hands finding your waist as he looked you up and down through the mirror intensely, now that you were under the bright lights of the room.

You couldn’t help but to smile a little at that, the tight little glitter dress that you had chosen really did accentuate your curves in the best way possible, paired with the cute black heels which made your legs look way longer than they actually are.

“but that was like club sexy dancing, you know?” you elaborated.

“hm” he hummed amusedly “whats wrong with sexy club dancing?” you turned around to him.

He didn’t look to shabby himself, all in black, a chic button up with some jeans and a belt; accessorized with rings on his pretty fingers, a dainty silver necklace and some small earrings.

Some might say he was underdressed, but the way he carried himself with such confidence, and that face of his must for sure be a panty dropper, you thought.

“nothing but… I don’t know, teach me something” you pleaded.

“what do you want me to teach you?” he laughed.

“I don’t know a pirouette or something” you suggested, laughing as well.

“okay” he grinned “this is like the base stance” he positioned himself correctly before looking at you to see if you were following his instructions.

“mhm” you hummed, replicating what he was doing.

“and then you get momentum with one leg to be able to swing yourself around, like this” hyunjin explained before executing a perfect pirouette and ending it back in the base stance.

“that was fast” you chuckled.

“your turn” he grins before moving behind you “try to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror otherwise you’ll loose balance”

“okay” you said unsurely.

“I’ll catch you if you fall” he winked at you, at which you scoff playfully before carefully swinging yourself into a pirouette.

You landed on wobbly legs but before you could tip over hyunjin stabilized you with a firm grip on your hips.

“you’re a natural” he grinned at you through the mirror.

“well thank you” you playfully feigned cockiness before he spun you around himself.

A few seconds pass of the both of you taking in each others features in silence, the only thing you could hear was the faint music of the party downstairs, before hyunjin spoke up.

“can I kiss you?”

You fell into giggles again as you let your forehead rest against his collarbone before looking up again “we’ve kissed before”

“yea but that was like a moment and I don’t want to catch you off guard or anything” he mumbles cutely.

“mm” you nod “ you can kiss me”

And with a smile, he does.

You weren’t surprised when his first gentle ministrations turned into more desperate ones rather quickly because you could feel the warmth spread in your lower regions as well.

He walked the both of you over to the couch, only parting from your lips when he sat down on the black leather material of the couch.

“come here, pretty girl” he took your hand to help you straddle him, your dress riding up but you couldn’t care less if he saw your safety shorts, and he didn’t seem to care either by the way he feverishly connected your lips again.

His hands travelled down to squeeze at your waist before smoothing over your ass and grabbing a handful of each cheek, you moaned into the kiss when you realized how big his hands were.

Your own hands were squeezing at his shoulders before one moved into his soft hair while the other softly rested on his cheek.

The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth clinking together and tongues licking at each other.

The things that riled you up the most however were his groans and praises.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he groaned before moving down to kiss at your jaw and down your neck.

A needy whimper escaped from your throat when he started suckling the sensitive skin at the base of your throat.

“fuck-hyunjin” you moaned when his teeth grazed over your clavicle.

Your hands fumbled before landing on his belt, at which he pulled away from your skin, gently taking your hands off of his belt.

“I’d love to take you out first, actually” his pretty kiss swollen lips twitched up into a shy smile as he pants.

“oh” you were taken aback, you were almost certain that this was something regular for him “I thought-“

“I mean if you just want to fuck we can fuck of course” he chuckled “but- I actually think you’re really cute and fun and I’d love to get to know you better”

Your mouth stood a little agape “uh- I mean-I” you stuttered, your brain not functioning properly because of the alcohol running through your veins but also him!

“its okay if you just want, you know-“

“no!” you blurted out all over sudden, making him flinch a little “sorry, uhm- its just been a while since I had a date” you smile apologetically.

His expression visibly brightens “that’s okay” he giggled “so is that a yes?”

You grinned, leaning in to just barely brush your lips with his, his head twitching upwards in an attempt to connect them fully.

“yes” you whispered, at which he smiled brightly before pulling your in for a kiss by your neck.

-(flashback end)

“y/n”

“hey, y/n” you grumble when you feel someone gently rocking your shulder.

“mmm-what?” you peek your eyes open just to see hyunjin smile at you.

“good morning sunshine” he teases as you sit up in your seat when you realize you aren’t driving anymore.

“just kidding its not morning” he says as you look around your car, realizing your on a parking lot.

“where the fuck are we?” you whip your head towards him “did you bring me here to kill me? kidnap me?”

“wha?- no” he laughs “no, I’m sorry. Right after you fell asleep there was this huge traffic jam because of an accident and we stood there for almost 3 hours so I drove off and found this” he points out the rear window, where you see a small motel building.

You look back at him before checking the time on your phone, seeing it was indeed almost midnight.

“fuck” you swear to yourself.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to keep driving because I was getting tired so I thought maybe-“ hyunjin starts rambling guiltily, not wanting you to thing that this was an attempt to get in your pants.

“hey” you put your hand on his shoulder after taking off your seatbelt “this is good, you made the right decision I think we both could use some sleep” you say.

You each take your suitcases and walk inside, it’s an old building but it looks pretty clean for a motel off of the highway.

“good evening you two” an old lady sits behind the, probably just as old, reception.

“good evening, could we get 2 single rooms, please” hyunjin speaks up politely.

“I’m afraid we only have 2 double bed rooms available, if you’d like to take them, they will however be more expensive than the rooms for one” she explains politely.

“its okay, we’ll take one of those, please” you decide, hyunjins head snapping towards you.

“is that okay?” you ask him.

“yea- sure” he nods.

“alright, room 301 it is” she hands you the key before stating that you’ll have to checkout before 12 pm and what the room costs.

“do you accept card?” hyunjin asks at which the friendly old lady nods before taking his card and swiping it through her little machine.

“I’ll venmo you half of what you paid” you say after unlocking room 301.

He tsk’s at you before shaking his head “don’t, it was my idea so I’ll pay”

“are you sure?” you ask closing the door behind you when he turns on the lights.

“yup-oh” he exclaims.

“this room is cute” you say, it’s small but the walls are a soft sunflower yellow, decorated with paintings of autumn leaves .

The bed looks clean, and when you smell the mouse gray blankets and pillows, they smell fresh as well.

“stop smelling the pillows” hyunjin laughs.

“I’ve never been to a motel, I thought everything would be dirty or ancient” you confess comically.

He chuckles as he comes out of the small bathroom “the bathroom is clean too, don’t worry” he says when you look at him expectantly.

“I’ll sleep on the floor if you want” he offers as you open your suitcase to get out your toothbrush and pj’s.

“it’s fine, hyunjin I’ve slept in the same bed as a male before” you joke.

“well how am I supposed to know that?” he counters, at which you throw your pj shorts at him out of reflex.

When you realize what you had done it was too late, he was already holding them out in front of him before giggling.

“very cute choice” he mocks the small white shorts with red hearts all over it.

“stoop” you whine, trying to fish it out of his hands but he holds them over his head like a kindergartener.

“I remember why I don’t like you” you pout, crossing your arms.

His face drops alongside with his arms “I thought we were past that”

You use his moment of weakness to snatch your shorts out of his hands “gotcha”

“see I told you I was gonna take you out” hyunjin beams at you before looking down at the various snacks he took from the motels vending machine, which were laying in between the both of you on the bed.

“and so luxurious too” you joke, crossing your legs.

“only the best for you” he grins when you open a pack of fruit jellies.

“you know, I was thinking about new years” you say “ and I realized that it was your fault!”

Hyunjin throws his head back as he groans playfully “why?”

“if you hadn’t lost your phone when we got back downstairs, I wouldn’t have had to write my number on your arm; or you could’ve just given me your number and I could’ve text you. But you didn’t even know your own number!” you laugh in reminiscence.

“listen” he laughs “I was drunk and you’re hot! I couldn’t think” he defends himself before taking a bite off a chocolate bar.

You blush a little but play it off with a laugh.

“but yes, I admit, it was indeed my fault” he dramatically holds his hand in front of his eyes.

“yeeees!” you exclaim victoriously.

“I’m kidding though” you pat his knee “I forgive you”

“I’m glad” he smiles.

After the both of you are done eating way too many sweets, you find yourself being really comfortable when talking to hyunjin.

He’s funny, doesn’t seem like he’s full of himself and just in general seems like a very kind person.

“I thought you were a fuckboy when me met” you confess, looking at him.

Propped on one elbow looking down at you, while you lay on your side towards him, his face illuminated only by the little lights on each of your nightstands.

“you did?” he asks confusedly.

“yea” you chuckle “you were so confident and…sexy I don’t know” you place your hand over your face in embarrassment.

“oh that was the liquid courage talking, I’m usually pretty shy” he shakes his head smilingly when you peek through your fingers.

“don’t lie” you push his shoulder softly.

“I’m serious!” he laughs.

“you were the first guy to approach me at a party” you pause “like ever”

“no way, you’re lying now” he furrows his brows.

“nope” you shake your head.

“but I was really close to not talking to you as well, I’m sure there were many guys before me that just didn’t have the liquid courage, like I did” he speculates.

“maybe” you say.

“have any exes?” he asks after a few seconds.

“yea, one”

“well how did you meet him?”

“he showed me around on my first day of freshman year, I transferred like in the middle of the first semester so I wasn’t with any other freshmen” you tell him.

“why’d you break up if I may ask?” hyunjin asks carefully.

“oh we were only together for like three weeks, you can’t even call I relationship. He used me to make his hot ex jealous and cheated on me with her” you say “but hey they’re back together at least” you scoff.

“i’m sorry” he mumbles at which you look up at him.

“it’s not your fault” you chuckle.

“well, still no one should feel that way” he says “you know that you were way too good for him right?”

You nod.

“what about you? Have any exes?” you ask back.

He snickers “only one in seoul”

“why didn’t you last?”

“it was a long distance situation, she was super jealous and couldn’t trust me. which I can understand to a certain degree but everytime I went out she wanted me to facetime her and show her what kinds of people were there with me. That was just too much” he explains.

“wow” you chuckle “that doesn’t sound fun either”

Hyunjin shakes his head “nope, but hey we got rid of ‘em, didn’t we?”

“yea” you giggle “plus if I hadn’t broken up with him I would’ve probably never gone to the new years eve party”

“I guess I owe him something then” he grins as you scooch up on the bed.

“can I kiss you?” you ask after a few seconds of silence.

“hm?” hyunjins eyes almost spring out of his head.

“I don’t want to catch you off guard” you grin as you repeat his words from the night you met, sitting up.

He licks his lower lip as a grin stretches over his face as he sits up as well “do your worst”

You get up on your knees to shuffle over to him, when you get close enough hyunjin grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his legs so you’re straddling him.

Once you sit down on his lap, your eyes lock again and you’re once again baffled as to how someone can be so god damn attractive.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, a shaky breath leaving his lips when you lean in.

Your lips connect and it feels like all the pent up energy of liking him since that night finally gets set free, sparks glowing behind your lit and his hands leaving a trail of fire where ever they go.

They squeeze at your thighs and waist, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

A whimper tears from your throat when his tongue licks at yours, he tastes like chocolate and what could only be described as him.

He moans into the kiss when you tug at the blonde locks that weren’t pulled back into the ponytail; before pulling the hair tie out of his hair to free it and finally card your fingers through all of the blonde glory.

Before you realize what’s going on, hyunjin lifts the both of you before dropping you on your back and crawling above you.

The fact that he just lifted the both of you from a sitting position as if you weigh nothing makes you feel all types of hot.

“you’re so hot holy shit” you pant as you push his long hair out of his face.

“ditto” he only grins before attaching his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucking a bruise into the skin.

“take it off” you moan as you tug on the dark blue calvin klein shirt he’s wearing.

His lips release the skin of your collarbone before sitting up to pull the shirt over his head.

If your mouth wasn’t already open from your heavy breathing, you would’ve opened it now because his body is more sculpted and toned than you had expected.

Your hand lifts to smooth over his abs, muscles flexing as he connects your lips again.

His one hand slides from your waist up to cup one of your breasts, gently palming the soft flesh.

“I know I said I wanted to take you out first but-“ he mumbles against your lips.

“you bought me a lovely dinner” you interrupt him, threading your fingers through the hair that’s falling down into his vision.

He grins, dropping a short peck to your lips before his the grin gets wiped off his face “I don’t have a condom with me”

“I’m on the pill” you let him know “I got tested before the lockdown and I haven’t been with anyone since soo…”

“yea, me too, I was tested a few months ago” he nods.

You nod back, biting your lip as you absently play with his hair.

“do you trust me?” hyunjin asks, observing your demeanour.

“yea- yea I do I’m just nervous” you smile awkwardly.

“no” he coos before kissing you “why are you nervous?”

“just haven’t been with anyone for a while” you confess.

Hyunjin nods understandingly “if you don’t want to do this we’ll stop”

“no I really want to” you look into his eyes as confidently as you can.

“okay” he smiles, planting his lips on yours again.

“can i?” his voice gives you goosebumps when he mumbles against the sensitive skin under your ear, his fingers slowy undoing the loose knot of your heart shorts.

“yes” you say when he locks eyes with you.

“I love these shorts” he softly presses a kiss to your knee, trying to calm your nerves a little, before he gently rocks your hips to pull them off of you.

You blush a little out of embarrassment but smile when you lift your hips to help him.

“cute” he whispers when he see’s your panties have a little bow on the front.

He chuckles when you hide your face in embarrassment, pulling you closer to him again by your thighs before you let him kiss you again.

“can I take this off too?” hyunjin whispers, softly pulling at the fabric of the tank top you’re wearing, at which you nod.

You are still wearing a bra when he pulls it off so you take it into your own hands and unclasp your bra.

Your nipples stiffen a little at the sudden exposure to air, as well as to hyunjin’s admiring gaze.

“fuck” he muses when palming your breasts in his big hands, gently pushing them together an running his thumbs over your nipples.

A whimper involuntarily leaves your lips when he wraps his plump lips around one of the perked up nubs and sucks gently.

“so fucking pretty, princess” you feel yourself pathetically clench around nothing at his praise.

You feel one of his hands wander downwards to provide some friction for you, he slots his lips against yours when you tentatively roll your hips against his hand.

Hyunjin feels his cock get even harder when an almost desperate moan tumbles from your lips against his. So he ads a little more pressure and starts circling your clit with two fingers, your sighs of pleasure mixing into the kiss.

“you’re so sensitive baby” he whispers as he parts his lips from yours “can I go down on you?” he grazes his lips over your chest, looking up at you seductively.

You nod as you bite your lip, hyunjin placing a few kisses on your tummy before shortly sitting up to also free you from your soaked panties.

The first stripe he licks up your slit, and how he swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit expertly sends you to heaven.

His hands are gripping your thighs to prevent you from closing your legs, your hands are tangled in his hair and the sheets.

“hyunj-fuck” you cry out when his tongue enters you.

He carefully prods one finger at your entrance “is that okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust.

“yea” you sigh.

Once you adjust to one finger, he adds a second one, curling them upwards to search for that specific patch inside of you.

“yes-fuck right there” you moan when his fingers press onto the sweetest spot inside of you, tugging at his hair a little harshly. But you feel him moan against you, getting lost in your taste as he sucks your clit in between his soft lips.

Your hips buckle against his mouth as your eyes roll backwards, feeling the warmth of your orgasm approach rapidly.

“fuck fuck yes-hyunjin” you cry out just before he tipped you over the edge with his skillful ministration, your orgasm rushing up your spine and into your head, endorphins spreading everywhere.

A cry of pleasure fills the room as your thighs starts trembling with the aftershocks, clamping around his head when he drives you into overstimulation.

“oh-shit-“ you pant as you softly pushed on his forehead to get him away from your clit, his fingers still inside you, guiding you through your high.

He nibbles on your inner thigh apologetically. You can still hear your heartbeat in your ears after hyunjin removes his fingers from you and sits up, gently holding your legs together to help you calm down.

“fuck” you mewl, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

He’s wanted to do this for so long and there you are, with all of your naked glory in front of him.

While he’s daydreaming about you, you sit up and start fiddling with his sweatpants.

“you want more?” he quips, once he realises what you’re doing, leaning in to kiss you.

“mhm” you humm into the kiss affirmitavely when his hand holds you close to him by your jaw.

With a quick last peck to your lips he simultaneously shimmies the soft black sweats and his boxers off of himself.

You apparently visibly gulp at the sight of his cock because hyunjin smirks cockily “like what you see?” as he crawls above you again, his lips finding yours again and not waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit” you mumble when he suckles at the soft nook of skin under your ear.

“we can stop here” he offers softly before locking eyes again.

You shake your head as you reach down to fist his length, slowly pumping it and smearing the few drops of precum around.

“no, you’re just really big” you huff with a shy smile on your lips at which hyunjin groans.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, you know?” he mutters against your lips before kissing you deeply, his hand smoothing over the slope of your waist before coming up to gently pinch at one of your nipples.

Eliciting a soft high pitched moan from you, this only spurs him on.

Rolling his tongue against yours desperately and making you taste yourself before sinfully sucking at the wet muscle.

All the while you’re stroking him with your small hand before cupping his balls, as if he didn’t already feel like he’s gonna blow his load way too early.

“please” you whine, guiding his reddened tip towards your entrance.

Hyunjin releases a shaky breath before replacing your hand with his, rutting his hips against yours a few times, coating his length in your wetness.

This already had your toes curling, suppressing a whine as you lock your legs around his waist.

“tell me if it hurts, yea?” he breathes, only pressing inside you after you nod, dropping a kiss to your swollen lips.

“fuck” he swears softly, tucking his face in the crook of your neck when he breaches your tight walls for the first time.

Your fingers tighten in his hair at the back of his neck when a subtle sting flares up inside of you.

“ah-“ your body flinches a little when he presses further inside, hyunjin notices, observing your expression before kissing your cheek and sitting up slowly.

“you’re doing so good, baby” he lifts his thumb to his lips, swiftly kitten-licking the digit before bringing it to where your bodies join.

Gently rolling your clit under his thumb to distract you from the pain.

“you look so perfect like this” his other hand travels over your stomach to gently squeeze at your breasts “all spread out for me”

You whimper, arching your back when hyunjin thrusts into you carefully; the pain slowly subsiding and the ache to be fully filled up by him growing exponentially when his cock rubs against your g spot.

“hyunjin” you moan, gripping onto his hand, which is resting atop your breast.

“yes baby, I’m here” he groans at how tight you feel once he’s balls deep inside of you, abandoning your clit to grab you by the hips for leverage.

His other hand resting on your cheek now, after a few trusts you moan “harder, please”

Hyunjin groans and fulfils your wish, at one particularly harsh thrust, you latch your lips around his pointer and middle finger, sucking at them.

“oh my god-that’s so fucking hot” he grunts through clenched teeth.

His cock dragging along your walls deliciously, filling you up to the brim as you hum around his slender fingers in pleasure.

“you like my hands that much baby?” his jaw is clenched and the grip on your waist is rough , the contrast to how sweet he was just a few minutes earlier had you clench around him furiously.

“fuck-“ he breathes when you nod to the best of your abilities, eyes wide open and holding his gaze.

You only release his fingers from in between your lips in favour for a loud high pitched moan when his other hand finds your clit again, rubbing harsh circles into the bud.

“-gonna cum-huynjin” you dig your nails into his biceps, eyes squeezing shut.

“yea?” he grits through his teeth the fingers that were previously trapped in your mouth now wrapping around your bared throat.

Not squeezing tightly, just resting there as if to show you that you’re his now.

Your thought gets confirmed when he rasps “you’re gonna date me after this, right pretty girl?”

You do look so pretty right now, tits bouncing and skin slapping because of the fast rhythm that he’s snapping his hips into yours, not to mention the subtle sheen of sweat that’s coating the both of you.

A desperate breathy chuckle tumbles from your lips “ yes-yes fuck” you feel your second orgasm creeping up on you.

“cum for me princess, all over my cock” he urges you on, his tip hammering into the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly before you crash into your second high of the night.

Your body convulses in pleasure as you call out his name mixed with profanities, your toes curling so hard you’re not sure if you can ever uncurl them again, and your nails probably leaving painful indents in his skin.

His thumb on your clit slows down until you grab his hand for him to stop, his hand around your neck grabs your free one, holding both of your hands over your head now.

“so good, baby” he mumbles, kissing your lips; mostly just breathing into each other as he rocks you through every wave of your orgasm.

Hyunjin looses himself in you not long after with a guttural moan and his eyes squeezing shut.

You coax him through it when he rests his face against your neck again, running your fingertips through his damp hair and over his broad back, muscles tensing under your gentle touch.

i“don’t fall asleep on me” you whisper sneakily, grinning when he chuckles against your neck, tickling the soft skin there.

He props himself up again to scan over your features, pushing some hair out of your face before kissing you tenderly.

“you okay?” his hand resting at your temple as he gently runs his thumb over your hairline.

“more than” you assure him, cupping his cheeks to pull his lips onto yours again.You think you can never get enough of his lips, anything about him for that matter; not when he makes you feel so cared about and safe.

“so does this mean we’re dating now?” he whispers after he has cleaned you up and tucked the both of you in bed.

“hmh” you nod your head sleepily, positioned on his bare chest.

“so I can spoon you once we fall asleep?” he asks, grin evident in his voice.

“you can spoon me but you can’t wake me up in the middle of the night if you get horny” you mumble jokingly, enjoying his fingers running down your spine as your eyelids get heavier.

“okay” he giggles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before you whisper your good nights to each other.

And as promised, he doesn’t wake you up in the middle of the night because he’s horny.

It’s you who wakes him, because after 10 months of wasted time, you have a lot of catching up to do.

a/n: oml this is my first ever long fic so pls pls pls give me feedback, i had so much fun writing his even though it made me feel even more single but hey :))))

allsooo i waited til after work to publish this and i just saw i hit 500 followers?!?!?! thats crazy to me omg i started this like 2 months ago and so many ppl liked my stuff so much that they decided to follow me?? so i just wanna say thank u thank u thank u for hitting the follow button even though im very unorganized and everything i do is spontaneaous and not thought out well. but hey i guess there is a reason that u followed me so thank u!

(i’d love if u sent me an ask with the first one of my writings that u stumbled across, and how <3 ...only if u want tho no pressure)

anyways thank u so much for reading if you’ve made it this far! i hope you have a great day/ night! much love

-aj

(this is a work of fiction and does not represent the real actions of stray kids or hwang hyunjin)

#omgaaaaa im finally done writing this oof it took forever but it was so much fun #thank u for reading my loves #and dont forget ur beautiful and loved and drink water #ily #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin oneshot #straykids smut #stray kids #stray kids hyunjin #hyunjin e2l #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin college!au #big dick hyunjin #skskksks im sorry #i guess this is my 500 followers special lol #idk ahh ill add more tags later my brain be empty its late okay hahajajss

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Little Talks | 3

Pairing: Bartender!Levi X Reader

Genre: [+18] Slice of life, drama, romance, fluff, smut

Words: 4k

Warnings: Alcohol, cheating mentions, drugs, cussing

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You [18:21PM]: idk what to wear, help!!!

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:21PM]: u dont need to go all fancy, its just us.

Sash [18:22PM]: wdym??? Its my bday bitch, fuck yea go all out. i am wearing my best dress.

Annes [18:23PM]: whats the point if ur gonna throw up all over it

Sash [18:23PM]: im gonna be hot, that’s the point.

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:24PM]: where are we going again?

Sash [18:24PM]: that same bar from ur bday, (y/n) suggested it

Annes [18:24PM]: my friend works there

You [18:25PM]: ur friend? Jean?

Annes [18:25PM]: yea, we had chem together last semester. hes rich.

Sash [18:26PM]: ohhh I remember him hes the hot bartender. didnt (y/n) make out w him?

You [18:26PM]: wtf i did not

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:26PM]: he was kinda cute

Sash [18:27PM]: ok im gonna shower

Annes [18:27PM]: aren’t we gonna meet at 9?

Sash [18:28PM]: it takes long to look this good also nic is bringing my present and I wanna look good for him

You [18:29PM]: aww cute

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:29PM]: just finishing up some work then im getting ready

You [18:30PM]: are we meeting in the front or are we carpooling?

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:30PM]: annie said armin was going to pick us up

Annes [18:31PM]: he is

You [18:31PM]: see you there then

You took a last glance at the mirror, adjusting your hair so not one strand would be out of place. Two sprays of perfume on your neck and inside your tan sweater and you were ready, running your hands through your skirt to eliminate any wrinkles as you sat on the sofa and scrolled through your phone as you waited for your friends to pick you up.

It took longer than usual to get dressed tonight; you wanted to look good. After the drunken rendezvous with Jean and Levi, you felt too ashamed to come back to the bar, but something inside you bubbled in warmth when you thought about how those strong arms held your hazy frame, holding you close and breaths mingling together…

A honk from outside took you away from your thoughts and you shook your head, grabbing your keys and leaving the apartment.

You entered the white car and found Annie and Armin on the front seats, saluting you as you hugged Mikasa that was sitting in the back.

“Where’s Sasha?” you asked and Annie looked over her shoulder.

“She said something about her present taking a little longer, but she’s joining us later” you nodded and hugged your body as you watched the outside run by while Armin drove carefully.

The drive to the bar wasn’t long, but every little second seemed to last ages; heart pounding inside your chest and hands slightly shaking as they hugged your body. Armin and Mikasa were making small talk as you kept on thinking about Levi, and how everything changed the second he touched you. He surely was a handsome man, and you liked how he seemed to care even if it was in his own weird way.

As you arrived, Sasha was already waiting in the front and with her arms open to hug you three. Armin gave the girl a small hug and kissed Annie’s cheek before leaving you girls to enjoy your night. It was Friday, so the place was bubbling with people from the inside out, some smoking outside and some were at the door, drinking from their bottles as they talked about stuff and laughed loudly.

You were fading away slowly from the conversation as the girls talked about multiple stuff, you didn’t want to be like that, but your whole head was full of anxiety and thoughts about the short man, hoping to see those grey eyes and enjoy his presence from afar. Maybe you would even have the chance to apologize for giving him trouble.

Sasha led the way and found you guys an empty booth, sitting by your side as Annie and Mikasa sat in front of you, and your eyes kept wandering around, trying to spot him. You saw Jean, mixing drinks without any skill and the other person behind the counter, hair up in a ponytail and talking using a lot of hand gestures. You didn’t remember their name though; it was something like Zoey?

You offered to get their drinks and excused yourself to the counter, walking slowly as you kept looking around for just a sight of the man, unsuccessfully. Jean seemed to be busy so the other bartender found you and introduced themselves as Hange, getting excited over how the night was buzzing. You noticed how they exchanged some looks with the busy man, but didn’t make too much of it, ordering the first round of shots and beer for you and Mikasa — plus some hot wings for Sasha because you knew she would be hungry.

Hange handed you the beers and said they would get the other things ready for you at the table, so you went back to your friends.

“Hey, (y/n)” Sasha snapped her fingers in front of you and let out a small chuckle. “What’s up with you?”

“Huh?” You shook your head slightly, gripping the sleeves of your top in your palms. “Uh, nothing, just looking around.”

“More like looking for someone” Annie observed, keeping her hands in front of her mouth as she talked.

“Ohh, is it the hot bartender?” Sasha leaned on the table, watching your face closely.

“Jean or Levi?” Mikasa asked, letting out a small yawn.

Wait, what?

“How do you know Levi?” you frowned as Annie excused herself to go to the bathroom.

“You mean my cousin, Levi?” she crossed her arms over her chest and gave you a curious look. “The one who owns this place?”

Fuck, what?

Levi owns the bar?

Well, he was always the one to close the place.

Wait, fuck.

He’s Mikasa’s cousin?

That kinda made sense, at some point. He looked like Mikasa to some extent, same cheekbones and the same cold stare. God, now that you learned that new piece of information, things started to fit together more and more.

But the real question was, where is Levi?

“So it’s Levi then” Sasha pointed out, seeping on her beer while Hange came with the shots and placed them on the table with an excited screech.

“What are we celebrating?” They clapped happily, looking between you.

[…]

It started playing some Akon song when you guys downed your fifth shot for the night. Sasha was on her third plate of hot wings, stuffing her face while sauce accumulated on the sides of her mouth. Annie had that blush around her cheeks and was playing with a straw she put on her beer mug, twirling it around her fingers and humming to the rhythm of the music. Mikasa didn’t seem drunk at all to the naked eye, but the way she giggled from time to time was a signal that the alcohol was getting through.

You stopped looking a long time ago, knowing that Levi wasn’t around and wallowing in your misery wouldn’t do you any favors — you just hated that you had dressed at the thought of him being there.

The bar was already emptying, the buzz of conversations dissipating as you gulped the rest of your mug, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Ah, there is my favorite client” you heard a voice approaching, turning right away to see where it was coming from only to find Jean already folding his black apron. “Ohh, Annie, you’re also here. Haven’t seen you since… chem? Still mad I cheated from you?”

The blonde rolled her eyes and sipped on her beer. “You’re lucky I didn’t snitch.”

“Don’t be like that” he smiled as he scooped closer to you, resting an arm around your shoulders. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your other friends, (y/n)?”

“That’s Mikasa and that’s Sasha” you pointed at them and they gave small waves.

“It’s my birthday!” The ponytail girl exclaimed, giving him a small full of sauce. “Put some wings on the house!”

“That’s not how it works” Jean smiled shyly, turning his attention on you. “Unless…”

The girls did the same, all staring between you two in confusion.

“Unless what?!” You frowned, pushing the empty mug forward.

“We can put it on lover boy’s tab. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” the ash blond man gave you a little jab with his elbow and a shake of brows.

You blushed profusely. What?

“Oh! You mean Mikasa’s cousin?” Sasha put a finger under her chin, looking as if she was thinking hard. “What’s his name again?”

“ARE WE TALKING ABOUT LEVI?” you heard a scream coming from the counters and all your heads turned at once.

Hange jumped over the wooden surface and rushed to your table, putting both their hands in front of your group.

“I heard… oof” putting a hand to their chest, they exhaled loudly, rubbing a droplet of sweat from their forehead as they scooted closer to Mikasa’s side, earning a confused look from the girl, “I heard we were talking about Levi.”

“Hey! It’s my birthday!” Sasha cleaned her hands with some napkins and pushed the small, stained bowl in front of the new bartender. “What about some wings on the house?”

Everyone gave the girl a quick glance.

“Oh, oh, oh! Jean!” Hange threw their hands in the air. “Is she the girl?”

“Huh?” You frowned, feeling blush creep onto your cheeks as small chills ran over your body.

“Shouldn’t you guys be working?” Annie asked and they shuddered their shoulders at the same moment it was almost comical. “Hm.”

“What do you mean ‘the girl’”? Mikasa played with the rim of her mug, biting her lip as she seemed to try to understand the situation.

“Jean’s been telling me things” the other bartender wiggled their brows at you teasingly.

“What’s even there to tell?” You now shifted in place, feeling annoyed. “God, he’s been a friend to me lately, what else?”

The ash blond licked his teeth and leaned over you, arm grabbing you closer to his body as he pointed at your nose.

“Makes sense, but at the same time, you’re the only girl Levi has been hanging around since he—”

With a hard slap on the mouth, Hange shut Jean before he could say anything else.

“JEAN!” they screeched, looking distressed. “Not your story to tell.”

With that, they stood from the booth and grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt, giving you girls a big smile.

“We are closing in 20, I’ll bring another round of beer for you.”

“Wait!” Sasha stopped them and stood from the table; eyes desperate as the remaining people hanging around the bar. “What about the wings on the house?!”

Soon, you were finished celebrating, going over gossip and laughing about nostalgic moments you had spent together earlier in life, and cringing over some other memories, like when you hooked up with Reiner once, or how Mikasa used to fawn over Eren to the point she would even do his homework without asking twice.

After the last round, you split the bill and sang a short ‘happy birthday’ to the brunette that was kind of bummed because she didn’t get her so desired hot wings, and then everyone started to call their rides. Mikasa was sharing an uber with Annie since Armin must’ve been sleeping at the time and Sasha called Niccolo, since they still had to celebrate, she said — you had a feeling that he would have to cook another dish for her to compensate for the wings.

“Are you coming?” Mikasa asked you, tugging on her red scarf as she gathered her stuff from the table.

“No, I gotta go through my tab with Jean” you told them as they were standing, clearly flushed from the drinks. “You guys go, I’ll see you back on Sunday for brunch.”

Annie and Mikasa gave you another look to confirm if you were really staying behind and you just nodded with a small smile while Sasha ran to her boyfriend as he entered the bar, almost dropping him to the floor.

You were sure to stay, now feeling more sober since you didn’t drink as much as usual, still not over the hangover from last time — you became too intimate with your toilet.

“Take care” Annie pointed her chin at you, turning to leave.

Now there were only you and the last two bartenders present. Hange was cleaning some things while Jean yawned, looking half-dead as he threw some old peanuts in the trash. You walked there and sat on the small stool, giving them both a short grin.

“You’re still here? Jesus, woman, just go home” Jean snapped and Hange threw a rag at him.

“Don’t talk to her like that” they grabbed the rag from the floor and washed it on the sink before returning to their chores. “(y/n), is it?”

You nodded and they leaned back on the counter, too close to comfort.

“So, tell me. What’s your secret?” They whispered the last part, covering their mouth with the back of their hand as Jean rolled his eyes.

Leaning back from the fixated stare, you gave them an awkward smile, knowing exactly where the conversation would lead once more. The jukebox now played Bennie and The Jets as you tried to think of something to run away from the interrogatory.

“Are you being paid to work or to harass clients?” A familiar voice came from behind you, making you thank whatever god was above.

Hange and Jean rose their eyes and exchanged the same looks from the beginning of the night, making your whole body flush with the sudden heat. You tried to focus on anything else, too scared to turn away and find those grey eyes that you wanted so much to get lost inside; the same skin you once touched and felt under fingertips; the same hair that would tickle those thin eyebrows and complement the intense stare he always had stamped on his face, the—

“It’s 4AM, why are you still here?” He asked, now you felt the presence of his body behind yours and you were trapped. There was nowhere else to run.

Slowly turning on the stool, you licked your lips and rose your eyes, now gazing back at him, trying hard not to focus too much, knowing there was a possibility of a blush sneaking if you ever so slightly let your guard down.

Levi’s figure always surprised you. He had this big and strong aura going for him, even though he was about the same height as you; still, he was nothing short of muscles. The white shirt he was wearing hugged every inch of his skin so nicely it made your eyes wander around, trying to map out each of his muscles. His hair looked kind of wet, as if he had just gotten out of the shower and the slight scent of his cologne lingered around, and you took in every second of it to enjoy.

“Don’t you get tired of getting drunk?” He asked, raising a brow.

You felt a wave of heat running through your veins, but now with anger. Sure, you were buzzed, but not enough to be considered drunk anymore. You drank enough water for the past hours to be almost completely sober.

“I’m not even drunk right now” you snapped, turning back to the counter as the man scoffed behind you.

Jean threw a rag to the sink right in front of you and leaned between his arms, letting out a big yawn. “Ah! Finally done”

“Same here” Hange noted, taking off their apron and folding it, going to the backroom, Jean following right after.

It became deadly silent after the heavy door closed behind the bartenders. You could only hear yours and Levi’s breaths as he walked to the bar, crossing the counter and you did your best to avoid looking too much.

“You are dressed up” the man made a remark and you looked down at your clothes, adjusting your skirt as you sat.

“It was my friend’s birthday” you replied, tilting your head up just so you could be on eye level.

“What made you want to celebrate it in this shithole?” He furrowed his brows, leaning back onto the liquor shelves.

Levi never hid the fact that he didn’t seem to like the place. It made sense before, since you thought he was only an employee, but now that you learned that he owned the bar, things didn’t quite fit in.

“It’s a nice shithole” you said as you crossed your arms over the counter.

He kept his arms crossed for a while; eyes focused on your figure as if he were challenging you. Without any new expression, the man leaned down to the lower cabinets and grabbed an electric kettle, filling it with the sink water as you watched.

“You never told me you owned the place” you licked your lips as he started to heat the water.

Levi’s hands worked in the cabinet once more, grabbing a tea box and putting it right in front of you, and then searched for two porcelain cups that were just a little chipped around the rim, placing them next to each other and a teabag inside.

“You never asked.”

You watched as he grabbed two silver spoons and filled the cups with the now heated water.

“It’s usually something you don’t miss, you know?” Rolling your sweater sleeves up your elbows, you crossed your arms in front of your chest as the man put the small spoon inside a cup, pushing it towards you. “Normally, people would go like ‘hey, I own the place, drinks on the house.”

“You almost always drink for free” he furrowed his brows as he dabbed the teabag inside the cup a few times.

“That’s not the point.”

Hange’s face appeared from the creek of the backdoor, looking at you both who were now alarmed by the sound of the heavy metal.

“Leviiiii, just letting you know we are leaving” they said and the man just flicked his wrist as a goodbye, shooing them.

The man didn’t turn around, and you thanked profusely, because the look Hange were giving you was too creepy for him to see. They held both thumbs up and smiled before leaving.

Now that you were sure that you two were the only ones present in the whole establishment, you could feel your stomach turn inwards, anxiety taking over and nerves flowing through your bloodline. The man in front of you brought the teacup to his lips, sipping slowly and you noticed the way he held it by the rim. Funny.

“Why are we drinking tea?” You asked, looking at the clock only to see it was 4:43AM, and Levi didn’t look like he had any sleep.

He just stared at you through his hand, lowering the cup just a little for him to speak: “Because I felt like drinking tea.”

The commanding tone of his made chills run down your spine. You knew for sure you were blushing now, so you decided to grab the teacup to hide your face behind it, sipping slowly on the minty taste.

“You look nice” he said, taking you by surprise.

Your fingers suddenly felt numb. Fuck. Before you knew it, it was too late, and the cup was now a splatter of pieces on the counter. The liquid now stained your sweater in a wet spot, the hot tea burning the places where it hit your naked skin.

“Fuck” you let out a hiss. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”

Levi put down his own cup and a little panic showed on his face.

“Take the sweater off” he ordered, grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket and putting it under the sink, drenching it in cold water.

“W-What?” You looked up, skin still aching from the burn and now his choice of words added extra heat to your whole body.

“Jesus, you just fucking burned yourself” he said, jumping to the other side of the counter and showing you the handkerchief.

Not the time to think, you sighed as you took your sweater off, placing it on your side, leaving your dark bra exposed.

You tried covering yourself, knowing the situation was awkward enough already for you to care too much about it. You are an adult, he’s an adult, stop acting like a horny teenager, you thought to yourself as he offered you one of his hands.

Staring for a little longer, he let out a ‘tch’ and rolled his eyes. “Give me your hand.”

You followed his command and slid your fingers into his palm, feeling the warmth envelop you, even if the source was from a small part of your body. He held your hand and brought you closer, analyzing the positions before he could start working on your burns.

“Sit on the counter” he ordered again and once more, you followed.

Adjusting yourself on the cold surface, you gave your arm to him and felt his fingers slide along your skin, warm fingertips touching where the droplets of boiling water hit before, and a little flinch escaped from you whenever he found a new spot. He looked up, as if to see if everything was alright and you gave him a small smile, shaking your head.

“It’s not that bad” you affirmed and he furrowed his brows, lowering his gaze once more.

“That’s because of the alcohol” the man started dabbing the cold fabric carefully, watching every little movement of yours as he did. “Tomorrow, this thing is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

You chuckled at his remark as he held your hand closer to his chest, putting it above your knees in a position where it wouldn’t hurt to stay still. You took a moment to admire his marked features, watching every little move of his and wondering about those eyes, glad that they were focused on you.

Although Levi held this harsh front, he really seemed to care behind those big walls, and that was enough for you to fall.

“Sorry about your cup” you apologized, almost in a mutter, feeling shame crawl under your skin once more.

“It’s a stupid cup” he said, still working on your skin. “I can just get another one.”

“Still, let me pay for it” pursing your lips, you felt his grip on your wrist tighten just a little.

“That’s dumb.”

You sighed, “I keep giving you trouble, I want to make it up for you.”

He stopped the dabbing, looking up to find your piercing gaze already on his. Eyes shining under the dim lighting and silent surrounding you two.

“You’re not paying for the fucking cup” he rose his brow, staring deep into your soul, and now you were scared that he would learn all your secrets.

“I’m serious, Levi” you persisted. “I didn’t even thank you for taking me home the other day.”

“It’s fine” he stuck to his argument, but you also did the same to yours.

“No, it’s not. Must’ve been really annoying.”

“You were annoying, indeed” he let out and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Sure… but thank you, for… you know—taking me back to my apartment.”

You remember waking up the next morning to a box of Advil sitting on your bedside table, next to a big bottle of water and how warm your chest felt to feel like someone was caringly enough to do that for you. Even for someone who you’d recently just met.

“Stop with this sappy shit and let me work” he rolled his eyes and went back to dabbing the wet cloth on your skin, “you’re gonna get nasty scars if I don’t take care of them.”

Smiling to yourself, you straightened your arm again allowing him the full access to your skin and the man went back to his previous actions. The dawn was beginning to clear and sneak between the blinds, filling the whole place with clarity, and none of you felt tired, engulfing in each other’s company.

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