#isn't this exactly what this blog is here for?

[ofekma]

The dissonance between what Noelle told Susie and how she acts around Kris (and how things look like on their side of things)

Many people, including myself, were baffled by this dialogue.

I mean, you can literally go to her room a little earlier and see a photo of Kris as one of her wallpapers.

Add that to her private blog posts that were revealed at the Spamton Sweepstakes, to her fond monologue and thoughts at the cyber city about them and at how happy she was at the weird route scene of this chapter when she thought that Kris, her real Kris, was back. Noelle is the only person who recognizes that Kris hasn't been themselves lately.

So what's this all about?

Many people thought that it was just Noelle lying to Susie so she wouldn't end up thinking that she has a crush on them, but it's still weird.

Like, why insist that they weren't even close as kids?

I think that Noelle isn't just downplaying her feelings in front of Susie, I think that she's doing it in front of herself too.

Think about it, as far as she's concerned, her dark world adventure was just a nice dream. A dream where she got to reconnect with her childhood friend and get closer to her crush. She has no reason to think that anything like that might happen in real life, she almost fainted when Susie invited herself over to her house.

Noelle hasn't seen any indication from Kris that they might want to reconnect after the fallout.

Noelle doesn't even know if they're friends now.

And I think, that lying to yourself about how much someone have meant for you, might make losing them hurt less.

After all, why should she cling to the past when as far as she's aware Kris has moved on ages ago? Better just lie to yourself and say that you were never that close in the first place so it's not a big deal.

Also, I don't think that Kris was ever that great at showing affection? Nearly all the memories Noelle brings back about Kris are them pranking her. And yes Noelle likes being scared sometimes but if almost everything someone does is pick on you you wouldn't have been sure if they even liked you, would you?

Even the piano thing, Noelle chose to see it as a private concert Kris was playing for her, but it was never a straightforward thing on their end. I think that this is a part of why she was changing her tune so much at the snowgrave route in this chapter, it was Kris showing direct, genuine care for her. Unmasked behind pranks. A part of it was her being happy that her awful dream wasn't real, a part of it was her being happy that Kris stopped acting so off and scary, but a part of it was that she didn't have to guess anymore if Kris cared or not.

The scene then continues, with Susie not exactly buying that Kris and Noelle were just neighbors.

And Noelle is dodging the question. She describes what happened back then, but not how it made her feel. And when Susie asked her if that's good or bad, she replies

It must have hurt Kris to hear that. I think that we all know that Noelle does remember how she felt here, she just doesn't want to voice it.

But now let's look at Kris.

If you give Kris Noelle tea in chapter 2 after acting friendly towards her, it heals Kris 70 hp.

It's not bad at all I think, it's even more than Ralsei tea heals at this point and I think that we all know now that Kris never hated Ralsei.

So they do care about Noelle, but the number is weird, isn't it?

Like, they've only been friends with Susie for a day at this point and her tea heals almost twice as much as the tea of their childhood friend?

I think that it's because numbers aren't a very good way to convey when someone's feelings for someone else are complicated.

Susie heals 120 hp from everyone's teas and her sentences about the flavors of each are equally enthusiastic. That's because her relationship with each of her friends are very simple: she likes them. She cares about them, she appreciates them, and thinks highly of them. Susie never had friends before and now that she has them, she's just happy.

That's how Kris feels towards Susie too I think.

While Kris never seemed to have taken to heart Susie's bullying, with them chuckling after catching the apple she threw at them and them looking shocked when she accused them of wanting her to be expelled in chapter one.

And after the bullying ended, Kris's friendship with Susie is pure and simple.

Meanwhile with Noelle, there's baggage.

Something caused them to drift apart, something that probably started with what happened to Dess.

Something that while Noelle seems to be wishing to reconnect with Kris, we never outright see the same desire on their hand.

But I don't think that it's because they don't like her anymore, I think that it's something else.

If I had to bet, I'd say that it's guilt.

Kris is hiding something. From many people, including us, and including Noelle. Something that could very well include her mother, considering how friendly she acted around them after her hostility towards Susie.

And with their desperation regarding Dess's guitar and the shelter's code being Dess's birthday, it's not out of question to assume that whatever they might be hiding has to do with Dess.

Whatever it is that they're doing is so important that even the weird route didn't deter them from.

What if Kris is trying to get Dess back?

But in that case, why hide it from Noelle? she'd want to help more than anyone else, wouldn't she?

I think that it's because they feel like they are at fault for what happened to Dess and that it's their responsibility to get her back.

And how can Kris face Noelle when they're carrying this burden with them? when they're feeling like they're the reason for her pain?

[svtiddiess]

Search My Body

Synopsis: What's better than 1 hot DILF? 2 hot DILFs.

Pairing: dilf!officer!Seungcheol (SVT) x afab!reader x dilf!officer!Jeonghan (SVT)

Genre: smut, established relationship, non-idol! au

Rating: mature

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: age gap, threesome, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), daddy kink, manhandling, creampie, overstimulation, orgasm denial, dom!Seungcheol, dom!Jeonghan, sub!brat!reader, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: We're so back.

Thank you papa @chugging-antiseptic-dye for helping me with the title! Thank you twin @tomodachiii for helping me with the banner! Thank you @bella-feed and @supi-wupi for betaing! @sanaxo-o I promised you dilf!Jeonghan, so here you go, I hope it doesn't disappoint.

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Sunlight peeks through the blinds, illuminating the room in a soft glow. A soft groan comes from behind you, and the arm resting on you pulls you closer. You turn around and snuggle your face into the firm chest that you've come to love so much.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Seungcheol mumbles, voice still heavy with sleep.

"G'morning, daddy," you murmur, voice muffled against his chest.

Seungcheol groans, nipping at the shell of your ear in warning—you giggle, fully aware of what that nickname does to him.

"Such a brat," he rasps out before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Can't help it when it comes to you," you tease.

"I really need to put you in your place," he huffs playfully.

"Who says that's not exactly what I want?" you grin.

"How did I get so lucky with you?" he chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

"Well, I did blatantly flirt with you and basically begged you to fuck me," you reply matter-of-factly.

Seungcheol laughs, shaking his head at the fond memory of your unhinged antics. It's been several months since then, and while neither of you has put a label on it, the relationship between you two is unmistakably real, filled with care, affection, and something that feels a lot like love.

Seungcheol spoils you endlessly, even encouraging you to quit your stressful job, assuring you he'd take care of everything. And at this point, you've practically moved into his penthouse.

"I'm going to be late," Seungcheol mumbles as he shifts to get out of bed.

"No~" you whine, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close.

"Sweetheart, I have to go to work," he chuckles, gently rubbing your back.

You look up at him with puppy eyes and a pout, silently pleading for him to stay a little longer—and, as always, he gives in, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling you for just a bit more. You let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer, soaking in his warmth for as long as you can.

"There's a surprise coming later," he murmurs.

"A surprise?"

"Mhm. Just something I think you'll look gorgeous in," he says with a soft smile.

"Cheol, another gift? You're seriously spoiling me," you whine.

"Can't help it when it comes to you," he grins, throwing your own words back at you.

"You're seriously acting like a sugar daddy," you tease with a chuckle.

"As long as I get to be your daddy," he shoots back, earning a playful slap from you.

The two of you laugh before settling into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's presence in the quiet morning.

Your ears perk up at the sound of the front door opening. You furrow your brows in confusion—Seungcheol usually isn't off work until way later. Thinking he probably got out of work early to surprise you, you quickly head to the living room, excited giggles escaping your lips.

You stop dead in your tracks when you see that the man who entered was, in fact, not Seungcheol. A tall, slender man stood in the middle of the living room. His chocolate eyes raked over you, a subtle smirk on his lips.

Eyes widening in alarm, you quickly look around to see if there's anything nearby to protect yourself from the intruder.

"Ah, you must be the girl that Cheol has been fawning over," he muses, his honey-laced voice breaking the silence.

Your eyes dart back to him, confusion and alarm etched onto your face.

"Calm down, Dollface," he chuckles, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a friend of Cheol's."

"A friend?" you ask, guard still up.

"His best friend, actually," he states. "I'm hurt he hasn't told you about me."

"Oh," you mumble, still not trusting the stranger.

He steps closer to you, his long legs easily reducing the distance between you two. Your mouth slightly goes agape when your brain registers just how tall he is—he easily towers over you, making you feel small next to him.

"I'm Jeonghan," he smirks, stretching forward his hand to shake.

Hesitantly, you place your hand in his—his fingers are long and slender, but rough with calluses, much like Seungcheol's.

"Y/N," you mumble.

"Pretty name for a pretty face," he murmured with a subtle smirk. "Pleasure meeting you, Y/N." He then leans down and places a kiss on the back of your hand, lips lingering a moment too long.

Heat rushes to your face at his actions—you quickly withdraw your hand away, mumbling a stuttered response, earning a chuckle from Jeonghan.

"Shame Cheol isn't here, I would've loved to spend more time with you," he said, voice low and laced with something unreadable. You shift in place, feeling a weird warmth spread throughout your body.

"I shall take my leave then, see you soon, Dollface." He smirks before turning around and leaving. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as he steps away from you.

He pauses just before leaving, turns back around, and says, "Cheol's a lucky man to enjoy this view every day." With a wink, he steps out.

Your eyes widen, and a wave of heat rushes through you as you realise you'd been standing there the entire time wearing nothing but Seungcheol's shirt—one that barely covered anything.

Grabbing a pillow from the nearby couch, you scream into it, mortified and praying for the ground to swallow you whole. God, you really didn't want to ever see Jeonghan again.

Opening the car door, Jeonghan slips into the passenger seat right before Seungcheol takes off.

"What the—get out!" Seungcheol screeches when he spots him.

"Nope. I'm carpooling with you," Jeonghan says with a cheeky grin.

"No, you're not. Now get out!" Seungcheol hisses.

"Wow, that hurts, Cheollie," Jeonghan says, clutching his chest dramatically.

"Don't call me that," Seungcheol grumbles."Now, get out, I'm gonna be late."

"For what? A date with Y/N?" Jeonghan teases, and Seungcheol freezes.

"How did you—"

"I have my ways," Jeonghan smirks. "So, when are you introducing her to me?"

"Never," Seungcheol mutters.

"Ah, my heart. It aches," Jeonghan gasps, earning an eye roll from Seungcheol.

"I want to meet her," Jeonghan says plainly.

"No."

"I'm going to annoy you until you let me," Jeonghan grins.

Seungcheol lets out a long sigh, already knowing Jeonghan won't stop once he sets his mind to something. It actually reminds him a bit of you.

"Fine," he grumbles.

"Great!" Jeonghan beams. "Dinner this Sunday at my favourite restaurant."

Seungcheol rolls his eyes but mumbles an agreement. Satisfied, Jeonghan fastens his seatbelt and settles in, while Seungcheol shoots him a look of pure disbelief.

"Uh, get out?"

"Nope. Still carpooling," Jeonghan replies, unbothered.

Muttering curses under his breath, Seungcheol starts the car anyway, knowing full well that arguing with Jeonghan is a battle he's never going to win.

"Cheol, stop we're in public," you giggle, trying to remove his hand that's groping your ass.

"But your ass looks so good in that dress, sweetheart," Seungcheol purrs, hand still kneading your ass. "I knew you'd look gorgeous in this."

You squeal and giggle, trying to swat Seungcheol's hands away. He's brought you out for dinner, saying he wants to introduce you to a friend of his. You're doing your best to stay composed and make a good first impression, but it's hard to focus when Seungcheol seems very fixated on your behind.

You finally manage to pry his hands off as the two of you step into the private room he reserved. But the second you walk in, you freeze, eyes widening at the person already seated.

"J-Jeonghan?" you gasp, jaw dropping.

Jeonghan, who had been scrolling through his phone, glances up and smirks. "Y/N," he says smoothly, "I did say I'd see you soon."

Seungcheol looks between the two of you, clearly confused. "Wait…you guys know each other?"

"Told you I have my ways," Jeonghan winks, then gestures for you both to sit.

You take in Jeonghan's appearance as you settle into the seat beside Seungcheol. He's wearing a silky black blouse with a deep V-neckline, offering teasing glimpses of his chest. His slightly long black hair is styled in a half-up, half-down look, perfectly framing his angelic features. You can't help but marvel at how he manages to look both effortlessly masculine and delicately feminine at the same time.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Seungcheol asks, still visibly thrown off.

"I already told you—I have my ways," Jeonghan replies with a cheeky grin.

"Jeonghan," Seungcheol warns, tone sharp.

Jeonghan laughs. "Alright, alright. I ran into her when I stopped by your place the other day. You weren't home, but lucky for me, Dollface was."

Your cheeks heat up instantly at the memory of that unexpected and very awkward encounter.

"Dollface?" Seungcheol mutters, raising an eyebrow.

"Mhm. Suits her, don't you think?" Jeonghan smirks.

Seungcheol grumbles something under his breath while you shift in your seat, your body growing warm under the weight of the situation.

"God, Dollface, you look absolutely delicious in that dress," Jeonghan purrs, his eyes shamelessly raking down your figure.

"O-Oh, thank you, Jeonghan," you mumble, quickly taking a sip of water to hide your burning face.

"Please, call me Hannie," he adds with a wink, and your heart skips a beat.

Seungcheol scoffs, rolling his eyes at Jeonghan’s antics, prompting a snicker from the latter.

"What's wrong, Cheollie?" Jeonghan teases, and you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing at the nickname.

"Stop doing that," Seungcheol grumbles.

"Doing what?" Jeonghan asks innocently, raising a brow.

"You know what," Seungcheol hisses.

"I'm just making conversation with Y/N," Jeonghan grins, all faux innocence.

Sensing an opportunity to tease Seungcheol, you chime in, "Yeah, Cheollie, Hannie's just trying to talk to me."

"Y/N," Seungcheol groans, already regretting bringing the two of you together.

"See? Let me chat with the beautiful lady," Jeonghan beams. "Cheol's always such a party pooper. At the precinct, everyone calls him the lame boss."

"Wait—you guys work together?" you blink in surprise.

"Unfortunately," Seungcheol mutters, while Jeonghan chuckles.

You bite your lip, your curiosity piqued. Something about Jeonghan being an officer just made him even more attractive.

"I didn't expect you to be a police officer," you mumble shyly.

"Looks can be deceiving, Dollface," Jeonghan says with a wink—and once again, your face burns red.

"Oh, and I'm single, by the way," Jeonghan adds with a smirk, making your heart skip a beat.

"She doesn't need to know that," Seungcheol scoffs.

"Just thought she might want to," Jeonghan grins, completely unbothered.

"Are you a DILF too?" you tease, making Jeonghan burst into laughter while Seungcheol groans in disbelief.

"Oh, I've definitely got plenty of experience," Jeonghan purrs, voice low and smooth, making your body flush with heat. "How about I show you just how experienced I am?"

Seungcheol's hand suddenly lands on your thigh, squeezing it in warning; you simply shoot him a cheeky grin in response.

"I think I'd love that," you smirk, deliberately provoking him.

"Brat," Seungcheol mutters under his breath.

"You know you love it, Cheollie," Jeonghan says with a teasing grin, and you can't help but giggle.

Seungcheol abruptly stands, and your smile falters, unsure if you've taken things too far.

"Cheol, I'm sorry, I—"

"Let's go," he says, grabbing your arm firmly.

"You too," he adds to Jeonghan, who rises with a lazy grin.

"But we haven't even ordered yet," you mumble as Seungcheol leads you toward the car, Jeonghan trailing close behind.

"I have a feeling he's more in the mood for dessert right now," Jeonghan snickers.

Seungcheol swings open the back door of the car. "Sit," he orders, and you obey without protest, suddenly feeling the shift in atmosphere. Jeonghan slips in beside you, and Seungcheol gets behind the wheel, heading straight for his penthouse.

The air inside the car is thick with tension, every breath you take laced with anticipation. You shift uncomfortably, goosebumps trailing along your skin.

You gasp softly when Jeonghan places a hand on your thigh. It doesn't move—doesn't slide up or down—but the weight of it alone has your pulse racing. You glance toward the rearview mirror, only to meet Seungcheol's sharp, unreadable gaze locked directly on you.

You're playing a dangerous game…but god, do you love it.

Jeonghan's hand stays still, yet it's enough to have you squirming in place, heat pooling under your skin.

The drive to the apartment felt longer than usual—your mouth dry like it was stuffed with cotton, and your body tense beneath the weight of Jeonghan’s hand. The air was thick with anticipation, and not a word was spoken; only the low hum of the engine and the occasional click of the turn signal filled the silence.

When you finally arrive at the penthouse, you let out a quiet sigh of relief. Seungcheol steps out first, opens your door, and without a word, pulls you close by the waist. His grip is firm, possessive, and grounding. With Jeonghan following just behind, the three of you make your way into the building and toward the elevator, the tension crackling like static in the air.

"Cheol I—" you start once you enter the living room.

"Did I allow you to speak, brat?" Seungcheol hisses, grabbing your face.

You let out a squeak, shaking your head in protest. Seungcheol hums in response, fingers squeezing your cheeks until your lips purse into a pout.

"Since you're both determined to be brats," he muses, a smirk playing on his lips, "why don't you fuck each other right in front of me?" Your eyes widen, heart stuttering at his words.

Before you can react, he closes the distance, capturing your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. A whimper escapes you as you melt into it, kissing him back.

"You can stop whenever you want, sweetheart," he murmurs against your mouth, breath warm. "Just say your safeword, and everything ends. No questions."

The reassurance sends warmth blooming in your chest. You can't help but smile as you nod, heart fluttering.

You kiss him back, the heat between you electric, and Seungcheol growls as his hands roam your body. A breathy moan escapes you when he grips your ass, his touch possessive.

Then, lips press against the back of your neck, and you gasp. Seungcheol's gaze snaps over your shoulder, a low warning rumbling in his chest.

"Did I say you could do that?" he growls.

Jeonghan's voice drips with mischief. "I was getting impatient."

You giggle, twisting around to loop your arms over Jeonghan's shoulders—only for Seungcheol to let out another possessive growl. Jeonghan smirks before sealing his lips over yours.

His kiss is nothing like Seungcheol's. He teases, pulling away just as you lean in, leaving fleeting nips along your lips. A frustrated whine slips out, and Jeonghan laughs against your mouth.

"So adorable," he purrs, "No wonder you kept her, Cheollie." Your cheeks flush at his words, and behind you, Seungcheol chuckles, dark and pleased.

Jeonghan's lips trail slow, teasing kisses down your neck, his fingers toying with the buttons of your blouse. A gasp slips out when his hands slide beneath the fabric, sending goosebumps skittering across your skin.

"I wanna see you," he murmurs against your throat, breath hot, "all of you."

With deft, playful fingers, he undresses you, and you shiver as cool air kisses your heated skin.

"Absolutely gorgeous," Jeonghan breathes, his gaze raking over you as his fingertips trace delicate paths along your bare waist.

You flush under his heavy stare, suddenly hyperaware that you're the only one exposed. Your hands lift to his shirt, eager to even the playing field—but he catches your wrists with a smirk.

"Ah, ah, not yet," he purrs, pressing a soft kiss to your fingertips.

Heart pounding, you bite your lip as Jeonghan slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

A whine rips through your throat as he leaves teasing bites on your inner thighs, so close to where you need him most.

"Barely touched you, and you're already dripping," he hums.

"Jeonghan, please," you beg, growing impatient.

With a smirk, Jeonghan dives into your core, lapping up your juices. You moan and throw your head back as his tongue circles your sensitive nub. His movements are playful, teasing—giving you what you want but taking it away just as quickly.

Your legs tremble from the pleasure, and you can barely hold yourself up—you grab hold of the couch behind you, not trusting your legs to keep steady. A tight coil of pleasure winds low in your stomach, throbbing with need—you're so close, but not close enough. Desperate, you rock your hips harder against Jeonghan's mouth, chasing your release as you ride his face. A deep, approving moan vibrates against you, spurring you on—he loves how frantic you've become.

"Don't you dare cum." Seungcheol's command cuts through the air. You whine as you look at him.

"I-I can't—"Your voice breaks into a whimper as the tension coils tighter, teetering on the edge of release. "I can't hold back anymore—"

"No—!" The broken cry escapes as Jeonghan withdraws, stealing your climax at the last possible second. Your body arches uselessly, chasing what's already gone, frustration burning through every nerve.

Jeonghan straightens up, clicking his tongue as he wipes his mouth. "Ah-ah. No rushing." His thumb swipes over your lower lip, silencing your whimpers. "I want to watch you fall apart for me, Dollface."

Jeonghan whirls you around, bending you over the couch in one swift motion. Your core is completely exposed now, vulnerable to their hungry gaze—a rush of embarrassment floods your cheeks before you can even protest. But all thoughts of modesty vanish when his palm cracks sharply against your bare ass.

The sudden impact makes you yelp, the sharp sting blooming into a delicious throb that shoots straight to your core, and you squirm instinctively. Jeonghan's low chuckle behind you tells him he knows exactly what it's doing to you.

The sound of Jeonghan's zipper cuts through the air, and you start to turn—but before you can even look, he's already sheathed inside you in one brutal thrust, your slickness making it easy. A choked gasp tears from your throat as he sets a punishing pace, each snap of his hips stealing your breath.

His fingers dig into your waist, holding you in place as he fucks into you relentlessly. Your vision whites out when he bottoms out, the sharp pleasure-pain of his tip hitting your cervix drawing a wanton moan from your lips.

"I'm—I'm close!" you sob, teetering on the edge.

"You're not allowed to," Seungcheol snarls—but it's too late. Pleasure crashes over you in waves, your body clenching around Jeonghan as you fall apart. He follows with a few more ragged thrusts, spilling inside you with a groan that sends shivers down your spine.

When he pulls out, you whimper at the trickle of his cum down your thighs. Seungcheol strides forward, yanking Jeonghan's hair back hard enough to make him whine.

"Did I say you could fill her up?" he sneers.

Jeonghan flashes a Cheshire grin. "Whoops."

With a growl, Seungcheol shoves him away—then turns his burning gaze on you, a mess of oversensitivity and Jeonghan's claim.

Seungcheol strips in seconds, his clothes discarded in a heap before his powerful hands are on you again. In one effortless motion, he spins you to face him, those beefy arms lifting your trembling body like you weigh nothing. Your legs, weak and useless now, dangle as he holds you flush against him, the heat of his bare skin burning into yours.

His lips press against yours in a searing kiss, hungry lips desperate to reclaim what's his. You moan as you open your mouth, fully submitting to him.

"I'm going to fuck his cum out of you," Seungcheol growls against your lips, his hands tightening possessively on your hips. "Until there's nothing left but me. Until you remember who you belong to." A shiver wracks your body at his words, equal parts threat and promise, as his breath burns hot against your mouth.

A choked moan escapes your lips as Seungcheol sheathes inside your spent hole, the oversensitivity making your toes curl. He wastes no time and starts to thrust into you with an animalistic pace.

"D-Daddy!" you choke out, eyes rolling back as every nerve in your body lights up.

The pleasure builds too fast—Seungcheol’s ruthless pace turning you into nothing more than a writhing, overstimulated mess beneath him. Your hazy gaze drifts past his shoulder to where Jeonghan lounges naked in an armchair, lazily stroking himself as he watches with a smirk that makes your stomach flutter.

"Eyes on me," Seungcheol snarls, and you obey instantly, his dark stare pinning you in place.

Then it hits—your orgasm shatters through you with a broken cry, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer. But he doesn't stop. His thrusts stay brutal, dragging you through the aftershocks until tears streak your cheeks from the sheer too much of it all.

He finishes with a feral growl, spilling into you so deep you feel it leaking out almost immediately, warm and sticky between your thighs. Across the room, Jeonghan arches with a quiet groan, painting his stomach in streaks of white—his eyes never leaving your ruined, trembling form.

The three of you take a moment to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling as Seungcheol gently lowers you back down. His hand stays firm on your hips, not trusting your legs to hold you up just yet.

Jeonghan watches the two of you with an amused smirk tugging at his lips.

"Round two in the shower?" he offers with a grin.

"No," Seungcheol says flatly.

"Yes," you chime in at the same time.

You and Seungcheol exchange a look before you break into a giggle.

"Daddy, c'mon~" you pout, eyes wide and pleading.

Seungcheol groans, dragging a hand down his face. "Insatiable little brat," he mutters before pulling you into a kiss that has you giggling all over again.

Without another word, he scoops you up into his arms bridal-style, making you squeal and laugh as he heads toward the bathroom. Jeonghan trails behind with a lazy smirk, clearly enjoying every second of the chaos.

After all, when it comes to you, Seungcheol just can't help but spoil you.

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[shahrwrites]

WIP

When Jason started letting the family back into his life—if barely at all—He never imagined old feelings would come bubbling back up to the surface for a certain someone. That it was a nuisance was the least to say about it, specially since he constantly had to put a lid on those emotions to get through a particularly difficult mission paired with Nightwing. A mission which is demanding, which requires them to be most at sync with each other than they ever have been. One that keeps them up nights at a time, exposes sides of them to one another that each is afraid to let the other see. One that grants them tender moments both are reluctant to let go of. It’s at one of those nights that they end up at a secluded niche all to themselves, running high on a little more than adrenalin and emotions long suppressed, that they dare to let go, even if it doesn’t really mean anything.

It was a mistake. Jason knew it was a mistake, and there's a sumly price to be paid for mistakes like this later. Nevertheless, it was a price that, in this very moment, he thought worth paying.

But if he could help it, then he would do anything to lessen the cost.

He drew apart, ragged breathing coming out in titters between them. He held Dick's night-blue eyes, hazy and unfocused with lust as was his own. "This doesn't mean anything." Jason panted.

Dick swallowed visibly, grabbing onto Jason's hair and hastely sealing the distance between their lips once again. "It doesn't mean anything." he repeated.

Right.

That's everything Jason wanted to hear.

Then why did he already feel this weight on his chest dragging him down?

--*--

He let the railing shoulder the brunt of his weight as he lit the cigarette wedged between his lips and took a long drag. There really wasn't much of Gotham to see from his balcony; just the gore and the grime, and everything the more 'sophisticated' scrunched their noses at and turned their backs on; the bad seeds they had sown and left to fester in somebody else's yard.

He scoffed to himself and shook his head, letting his view engulf in the smoke from his lungs. He had funny thoughts sometimes, like how this surely beat the view of his former room at the Manor. It was easy to see why Bruce and everybody else failed to understand his ways. How could he expect them to, when everyday they opened their eyes to a view of lush green grass and blossoming flowers for as far as the eye could see, and Jason had lived in this sludge for as long as he remembered?

Quickly the smoke dissipated, and he had years of training to thank for not yelping at the sight of Dick materializing next to him out of thin air. He did, however, take a moment to adjust, and only then did he notice Dick's penetrating blue eyes trained on his cigarette with pursed lips.

Right. So the sex was nice, but now it's time for all my judgments to go back into play, is that it? That was the deal, always.

Jason wanted to roll his eyes, but how could he deny how only a moment ago he himself had almost shrunk back in embarrassment and tried to somehow erase any evidence of him so much as holding a cigarette between his fingers? He knew it was only an old reflex, but was it not a reflex born out of caring about what Dick thought of him after all?

This was stupid. He was stupid. This whole ordeal, these damn twisted feelings were all fucking stupid, and he was a fool for—

Dick reached toward him, and Jason could do nothing but watch in dumb-struck awe as he stole the cigarette right from between his fingers and took a long drag.

With a glance, Dick grinned at him grimly. "You look surprised,"

Jason was in no mood to attempt denying. "Can you blame me for not believing the Golden Boy was ever capable of such heinous malfeasance?"

Dick only smiled, so unlike those sunny smiles that he shone on everyone else, and let his gaze fall somewhere in the distance, not so shy of the sight he saw. "Seems to me you don't know me half as much as you think you do, Jay."

Jason frowned and looked away, folding in on himself and leaning back onto the railing. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" he grumbled halfheartedly. He didn't appreciate the meaning behind Dick's words, so often because he didn't let on just how much he could see about a person, and it made Jason feel like an open book before his perceptive eyes.

It made Jason feel scared. To be seen so openly by Dick--He couldn't afford that.

Jason felt a hand brush the hair at his temples, and his eyes snapped to Dick's, looking back at him so tenderly. It was doing things to him. Dangerous things.

There was something in the heat of his gaze, and Jason was sure Dick himself had felt it, too.

"Dick..." he whispered lowly. It was taking all he had in him not to turn into Dick's touch, which was why he dared not speak louder for the fear of his voice breaking, revealing just how much of a charlatan he was. "It wasn't supposed to mean anything, remember?"

Dick's face contorted for a moment so brief Jason must have hallucinated it, and his hand fell away. his eyes fell down between them, "What if I lied?"

He could not have heard that right. "What?"

Dick's shoulders tensed, the muscles in his neck going taut. "What if I lied?" he repeated louder this time, "what if It did mean something to me?"

[altschmerzes]

i love when i get a message that is clearly real mad that i struck a nerve with a post i made lmao. like hm. don't like reflecting on our behaviour, do we?

[purplemagehawke]

New illustration by the current AA art director, Takuro Fuse, to celebrate Edgeworth, Phoenix and Apollo wining the top three places in the Apollo Justice Trilogy popularity poll

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

let's get a little introspective...

i talked to a cute girl last night (over the phone).

beforehand, i warned her that i am a bit weird. not in a creepy way or anything. i'm just a bit strange in a lot of ways that i can't quite articulate. and i don't think she fully appreciated how serious i was. lmao.

for example, i am very quiet and awkward irl. it might come off as a "shyness" but it's not really. to me shyness implies some kind of anxiety or nervousness. i don't really get nervous. i'm just weird. i'm just very reserved by nature. and i speak very little. and i don't really fully comprehend my own thoughts/feelings in a given moment.

she would ask for my thoughts/feelings about a thing and i wouldn't know what to say. because i was still trying to parse my own feelings. and this has been an issue all my life.

i have some inability to comprehend my own emotions. to me, my emotions feel like a constant mess. a turbulent storm or sea. everything is all jumbled together and pulling me in all sorta of directions. and it takes me a great deal of time and effort to really comprehend how i feel sometimes.

and that's the other thing. part of the reason why i don't talk very much irl is because i am a very deliberate person. i like to think about what i'm going to say before i say it.

also i have been socially isolated (irl) all my life so i don't think i was ever properly "socialized" so to speak so i don't always follow social cues and i have been told that i can have a strange way of speaking sometimes. using more formal words and weird grammar and just jumping from topic to topic. especially when i do get talking.

and when do i get talking? either when i trust you, when you get me drunk, or when you bring up a topic i'm very into. and i'm sure this basically applies to everyone. but i promise it applies to me more by a factor of 10000.

i don't know what accounts for my weirdness. i don't know if i'm autistic or schizophrenic or just deeply traumatized or what. but this is just scratching the surface of one aspect (my speech -- or lack thereof) of my weirdness.

[lampadions-pickle]

I think, the longer I work within the framework of the astral, the more I've come to mm not quite loath- but, the term "realm" as a catchall for all spaces being what it is is starting to pester me in Ways.

[orchideae]

1) Opens up drafts with my head empty, ready to be flooded, not knowing where I'll go. 2) 30 seconds later: Okay but I will go feral any day of my life over Perilous Trail, and the fierce dichotomy of Xiao and Yelan. While they're far from being 'the same', they both view themselves as soldiers in one way or another (it's a very difficult word to use for Yelan, so I'm using it very liberally and very loosely), they have both suffered losses on the 'battlefield' and carry the burden thereof in their own ways. And yet they stand so firmly in opposition throughout the entirety of that questline up until the very end of the 'the end of the line' conclusion of the quest. Yes, I know that she offers him her gratitude in its aftermath and it is genuine, but she still never agrees with him and the decision that he made moments earlier. It simply 'worked out' because of Zhongli's interference, he's the only reason it worked out. And it's because of that, that she doesn't give him a hell of a hard time (obviously she can't go down there, but imagine the inner frustration of severe extents; when you condemn someone who you can't even see anymore). In the same way that she would do to anyone who would sacrifice themselves for others, but in this case, I think it's 'beautiful' that it's to Xiao; the one who seems most adamant to do so (which honestly, fits into the contract that the Yakshas chose to sign with Morax; 'the ultimate sacrifice' to protect for Liyue; 'for Liyue', and Liyue has always centered itself around its people), the one who everyone reveres (and so does she, as she notes in her voiceline, 'if I ever have the honor to fight alongside') and respects for good reason, she stands against him, because in that moment, regardless of his status, he makes a call that she considers wrong. And he doesn't even... fight her on it very fiercely, and that's what actually hurts me the most, it's as if the following line hit the nail directly on the head?

"Besides, if you were really so determined to end it all, you wouldn't have given us the opportunity to share our opinions."

[paperbaghero]

I'll be deleting any Ask asking for donations

I do NOT want to accidentally spread Scam/Spam messages on this Blog...

It's why a closed down Ask in the first place.

[coquettebratzdoll]

HOW I SHIFTED FOR THE FIRST TIME

I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. For some context, no, this isn't literally my first time shifting (we shift all the time, remember?) as I've shifted to countless parallel realities and a couple random realities. However, this was the first time I shifted to a reality where it was supposedly fictional (MHA).

So, what did I do?

This. Exactly what I'm doing right now.

You see, every time I was going to bed or idle with my thoughts (doing chores, walking, etc), I would imagine myself writing a success story or telling a friend (luv you @vixilic) about my successful shift. I'd think about how I'd decorate it, how I'd word my sentences, the feeling I'd get from it, things like that. In the time between my last post and now, I had managed to shift by (mainly) doing that.

Before you say, "Isn't that similar to the xyz method/a combination of abc and qrs?" Congratulations! You know so much that you can actually see the different aspects of Loa/shifting being applied. I'm not gonna pretend like I invented this approach, but it is what worked for me (and perhaps for you too).

So, for those who want a coherent, step by step guide on how to do this, look below:

1. Pick a reference Pick something that you're going to base your visualisation off of. Are you going to tell a shifting friend? Your favourite blog? What about writing your own post? Don't stress, you can use more than one

2. Do the damn visualisation Everyday, imagine what it'd be like to tell your success story. What did you do during the day? How were the people in that reality like? How did it feel? Were you nervous, excited, scared? Do this when you wake up and when you're going to sleep. Bonus points for doing this at other times too.

3. Relax This doesn't have to be an instantaneous method and you may not see "results" right away. The whole reason I started doing this in the first place is because I'm pretty busy with school currently and I wanted to do something related to shifting which I didn't have to think about much. Hell, that shift happened on a night where I had no plans, I didn't "try", I just wanted to sleep 😭

Tips:

- this can be compounded with other methods if you wish: subliminals, robotic affirmations, sats, etc - don't stress if your visualisation isn't perfect, feeling is much more key here - on that note, don't try and force a "feeling" either. maybe you're overthinking it or just not in the mood, you don't have to literally feel it - go with the flow and personalise this to yourself. this is a Tumblr post, not a military boot camp - this can be applied to more than just shifting, too

Special thanks to the following creators who really helped me get out of a shifting slump recently: @scentedpeachlandcreator @hrrtshape @h1biscusgal (and @premiumbitch too but they deactivated 💔)

Moot tag don't mind me: @jealousmartini @livingmydreamlife5555 @xstrawberryshiftsx @vixilic @luckykiwiii101 @multiversal-wanderings @reiashiftsrealities @livingsecret @astrstqr @zomb13pup @zipper-is-ranting @theshifterbride @kimasoft

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[thebookishmedium]

#like I don't expect anyone to do anything with this#this is a fun book list meme for my fandom friends so we can all look at books#and also so people can tell me which books were their faves on this list#and we can all bond over having a nice time#not an open invitation to just like#espouse your opinions on whole genres you don't care for#idk lmao

Alright friends it book meme time! Come tell me how many of my most formative books you've read!

also tell me in the notes which of these are your favorite(s). Or which genre we share the most overlap in.

[taegimood]

— nudes?! (k.th) ♡

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.4k warnings: mention/description of reader's nudes, mention of reader in lingerie, implication of sexy time at the end, tyun gets hard and is v clear abt what he wants, they’re both horny asf synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

requested forever ago by @mapofthemazeinthemirror <3 [blog status: semi-hiatus, requests closed]

| yeonjun ver. | soobin ver. | beomgyu ver. | kai ver. |

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taehyun considers you one of the bros.

right up there along with his 4 other crazy best friends, you fit right in, no sideways feelings to worry about and endless wingman opportunities to gain — hell, he even forgets sometimes that you've got a pair of boobs under there somewhere.

and all of this, of course, is completely and absolutely:

not true.

it's exactly what you seem to think in that pretty little head of yours, though, as taehyun often observes; it's quite cute actually, he thinks.

"out of all the guys i could like, why does it have to be the one guy in my life who would draft me onto his football team if he had one?" he'd overheard you complaining to yeonjun one day.

(sorry, but trust me, sweetheart - you wouldn't even make it past tryouts, he'd thought afterwards upon fighting back a laugh and an endeared little grin.)

oh, if only you knew.

if only you knew the steady breaths he has to take whenever you stand so temptingly close to him; or how many filthy images he has to shake out of his mind when he's helping you with your workouts; or that annoying little shadow called jealousy that he has to push down when you smile so sweetly at a man that isn't him.

taehyun is a man of self control, and a man who would do anything for the people that he loves — which means that no matter how much he'd enjoy changing your mind about what exactly you assume he perceives you as, he knows for the sake of your friendship that he can't.

and so he doesn't.

but oh, you wish that he would.

taehyun is quite good at keeping his feelings in check, to the point where you're convinced at this point that if you were to strut naked across the room in front of him, he wouldn't even pay you any mind;

pft, you scoff at your own silly thought, as if something so ridiculous would ever happen. (…well....)

today you've decided that you're getting real tired of your own pining and yearning and eyes that shoot hearts like confetti every time your best friend walks into the room —

you pout at the sight of yourself reflected on the open camera screen of your phone as the self-timer counts down yet again. this has become quite the routine of yours.

body bare save for the lacy lingerie that doesn’t cover much of anything as you perch at the edge of your bed, posing so prettily, so sensually, just the way you imagine taehyun would like; just more photos to add to the naughty little album in your camera roll that you wish you could send to him but know that you never will.

there was a time where you used to try testing the waters a bit, some flirting here, a fleeting touch or two there. but you'd quickly learned how pointless it was. after all, a brick wall is never gonna flirt back.

you sigh. it's time to get going anyway; speak of the devil, he'll be here to pick you up in 20 minutes.

~

taehyun can see in his peripheral the way you keep glancing at him from the passenger seat of his car.

as usual, he maintains an even expression. "excited to see me or something?"

his lips quirk as you jump in your seat a little, quickly looking forwards and crossing your arms as you grumble, "you wish. i just saw you like two days ago."

he merely hums in acknowledgment, which gets you even more grumbly — ("no fair that i can never get a reaction out of you! why is it always me?!" you'd wailed in defeat one time after a failed attempt to get him back, your cheeks flushed pink and pretty).

taehyun smiles.

when he soon pulls up outside your friend's apartment building that you’d needed to drop something off at first on the way to yeonjun’s, he decides to be nice as he asks,

"where was that new cat café you wanted to go to? we can stop there before meeting the guys."

bingo. the smile that lights up your face is exactly what he was looking for as your previous pout melts away and you gasp, "really?! okay wait, i took a screenshot of their instagram page the other day, you can check and put the address in! i'll be super super quick!"

he bites back a laugh as you shove your phone into his hands and excitedly rush out of the car.

"5 minutes tops or i'm going without you!" he calls out the window, to which you shriek and scurry away even faster.

he grins to himself, shaking his head as you disappear into the building and he turns to click open your camera roll.

"alright, cat café, where are............ you."

taehyun feels as if a lightning rod has just shot straight through his entire body.

his muscles tense. all his breath escapes him in a rush.

you...

the sight of you is what greets him through the screen...

you,

completely naked.

it's like his skin is consumed by fire as his eyes roam across the rows of pictures in the album you'd left open; most taken on your bed, some in the shower at the gym that you both go to together, some where you’re donned in sets of delicious lingerie — his eyes widening and pants tightening when he even spots one from his own room, your skirt hiked up in the reflection of his full-length mirror as your panties dangle cheekily from one finger, leaving the delicious curve of your ass on full display.

when did she even take that??

he scrolls, and he's barely hanging on by a thread as his best friend who's supposed to stay his best friend poses so irresistibly pretty from the screen; his cock is so hard that it's painful as your big innocent eyes look up at him in complete contrast to the lewd position that you'd put yourself in.

god, the positions he wants to put you in...

alright, reel it in, kang taehyun. this can't go anywhere. you have to take it to the grave. you’ve gotta think about the friendship. you’ll just pretend you didn't see it. you’ll act aloof like you always do.

but every single ounce of self control that taehyun has spent so long holding together finally crashes down around him like a breaking dam when his gaze lands on the name of the album at the top of the screen.

— t ♡

his cock jumps.

fucking hell, these are for me.

when you skip your way back to the car minutes later, you don't notice at first how firmly he's gripping the steering wheel or the fact that he isn’t even looking at you, remaining staring straight ahead as you climb back into the passenger side.

you don't notice — that is, until your phone catches your eye, set neatly on the middle console with your worst nightmare staring right back up at you from the screen.

it feels as though a bucket of ice water has crash landed down on your head (both the water and the bucket) as you realize what happened.

but you barely even have the time to panic or react or beg for mercy, or perhaps for a lobotomy on you both, before taehyun is asking you:

"back seat or my place?"

his voice is so calm that you almost don't process his words. your thoughts buffer as you pause.

"wh... what?" you breathe.

that's when he finally turns his head to look at you, and the intensity of the hunger swimming in his stare is enough to leave you even more winded than you already were before as a familiar feeling stirs between your legs and your thighs clamp together of their own accord.

"back seat," he repeats slowly, "or my place?"

you swallow hard.

this.. t-this is... he means.…

your head is reeling, and dumbly you stammer back, "w-what about the guys..?" as if the plans with your friends really matter anymore in a moment like this.

fuck the guys. fuck the cat café. taehyun has already decided: he’s done holding back from what he wants, and what he wants is to make you his.

you blink at him wide-eyed as he leans towards you slightly in his seat, his voice low and assertive as he replies,

"we're not going."

he taps your phone as if to draw your attention back to it. as if it should be obvious.

"so, you choose." your eyes fly back up to his —

"where do you want me to fuck you?"

your lower belly explodes with heat as an electric shiver rolls down your spine, and you swear that this is the best day of your entire fucking life as you see the promise that flickers in his eyes.

maybe you won't be finding yourself on the football team after all.

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[guiltyasdave]

help me hold onto you

pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x mutant! f!reader

word count: ~3.5k

summary: Logan deals with feeling guilty after he's accidentally cut you with his claws in his sleep.

warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), able-bodied reader, reader has hair that can be pulled, no use of y/n, Logan lifts reader up but he's superhumanly strong, so-, graphic description of an injury, graphic description of violence, angst, nightmares, Logan's pov, fighting as foreplay, unprotected p in v, rough sex, biting, praise kink, a lot of animalistic behavior due to their mutations, like they're just a little... primal, it's cute i swear, also reader looks like a human being it's just the mannerisms, fluff

a/n: guess i'm a multi fandom writer now? this literally came to me in a fever dream, very much like the logan brainrot itself lol. this is my first time writing for the man, after watching the movies - also for the first time - last week, so please be gentle with me <3 something very similar happens in the origins movie and i wanted them to explore that more, but alas, i had to do it myself.

massive thanks to @kiwisbell for assuring me that this idea isn't terrible and for freaking out about logan with me in general, to @catchallfangirl for coming up with the whole cat theme and for being so supportive, to @sizzlingcloudmentality for matching my freak and taking the cat theme to the next level, for helping me plot and for being an amazing beta reader, and to @javier-pena for listening to me rant about this idea and being so lovely and supportive <3

dividers by @saradika-graphics who is a queen <3

notifications blog -> @guiltyasdavenotifs & full masterlist -> here

Most nights, Logan sleeps easier when you’re in bed with him. Your body pressed against his, your skin soft and warm against his bare chest. One of his thighs between your legs where you’ve wrapped yourself around him, your touch moving over his torso aimlessly, fingers curling into his chest hair, your hands kneading his flesh in your sleep. The soothing little purrs that emit from your chest when you’re sound asleep. None of it bothers him, no matter how many times it disturbs his own rest. 

It keeps him grounded, feeling you next to him. He’d rather spend the whole night somewhere in that haze between waking and sleeping, listening to your sounds, your breath fanning against his skin, than being pulled under into the depths of his subconsciousness. 

He’d rather open his eyes to see you disentangling your limbs from his, stretching your whole body, arching against him as you yawn. 

He’d rather greet you with a smiling “Good morning, kitten,” waiting for that adorable little crease to appear between your brows when you pout up at him. 

“Did I do it again?” 

He doesn’t hide his grin as he nods, growing wider when you flop back against the cushions with a groan. 

“What exactly?”

“All of it.” 

Your sorry comes out muffled as you hide your face behind your hands. 

“It’s okay,” he says, leaning over you to pull your hands away and kiss the pout off your lips. Caressing that spot under your chin with two fingers, watching you go all soft, baring your throat to him. “I like it.” 

He would much rather wake up like this. 

But it’s been a long week and he’s exhausted. Exhausted enough to get lulled into a deep sleep, encased in the safe cloud of your warm body against his and your touch on his skin. Exhausted enough to dream. And his dreams are not a safe place. 

His eyes fly open with a shout, his whole body jolting upwards, every muscle pulled taut. He doesn’t even register the claws shooting out between his knuckles, all of his instincts screaming at him to fight. 

He’s only faintly aware of the sudden yelp of pain from beside him, the movement of something jerking away from him. 

“Logan,” your voice rings through the buzzing in his ears. Smaller hands landing on his shoulders, fighting to hold him steady. 

It takes a few disoriented blinks before he recognizes the familiar bedroom, a few more deep breaths to stop his body from shaking. To clear the fog in his head enough to understand what you’re saying.

“It’s me, Logan. You’re safe, everyone’s safe, it’s okay.” 

His eyes find yours in the semi-darkness. Wide with worry, but firmly trained on his face, repeating that everything’s okay. He finally registers the familiar weight of you straddling him, understands that it’s your fingers digging into his shoulders. 

He’s still panting, not daring to look away from your face again. The one tether that keeps him from getting lost in his mind again. 

“Are you with me?” you ask, your voice softer now. 

He manages a nod, tries to smile, to wipe the deep worry of your face, but he’s not sure if his mouth even twitches. 

As the feeling slowly returns to his body, he notices something else. A kind of wetness, warm and sticky where your right hand is connected to his skin. The unmistakable tang of iron in the air. He stretches to turn on a bedside lamp, jostling you along with his movement. A quiet whimper hits his ears, so low that he’s sure you tried to suppress it. 

With a new kind of panic surging through him, he grabs hold of your arm, bringing it to his eye level. 

Three scratches ooze in deep red, just beneath your wrist. It forces a gasp from him, eyes dancing frantically between the wounds on your arm and your face. How much blood did you lose already while you were busy helping him? As if he deserved it. 

“Fuck, I’m— I’m so sorry baby, we gotta—” He stumbles over his own words, grasping at you almost blindly, panicked tears blurring his vision. He did this. 

“Logan,” you say, still so inexplicably calm. “It’s fine. Look. It’s fine.” 

You gently pry his fingers off your arm and bring your wrist up to your mouth. Your tongue darts out, drawing long licks against your marred skin, collecting the blood and gliding over the cuts in your flesh. 

It pains him to watch, but it’s the least he can do. The least he owes you. He watches you clean the blood off, watches as the wounds start shrinking at the touch of your saliva, as the skin smoothes over before his very eyes until there’s only three thin marks left, a shade lighter than the rest of your skin. 

“Look,” you tell him again, extending your arm towards him. “I told you it’s okay.” 

He knows you can do this, of course he does. Has watched you multiple times, his fascination with your powers never wavering. How fluidly you move, how quick you attack, how skilled you are at surviving. You just never had to survive him. 

You lean down on top of him until your whole torso rests on his, your thighs still on either side of him, burrowing your head into his chest. “Which war did you dream about?” you ask quietly.

Most of the time, the dreams don’t grant him the mercy to zero in on one single memory. It’s a constant stream, one fight after the other, until all he knows is shouting, fighting, blood and death.

“All of them.” 

You sigh deeply, your breath cool against his sweat-dampened skin. Raising your head a little, you start placing kisses on his chest, pressing your lips into his skin where you can feel the faint beating of his heart.

“I wish I could kiss this better, too,” you mumble. 

He chuckles humorlessly, one hand reaching into your hair to scratch at your scalp. You shudder at the touch, an approving little purr traveling up your throat. 

“It’s okay now,” he mutters, leaning in to inhale the scent of your hair. “Just— I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be.” 

It sounds so simple, falling from your lips like this. But it’s no match for the aching guilt that’s already eating at him, the questions of what if that start swirling through his mind. 

Your body is growing heavier on top of him as you relax, your breaths evening out and your eyelids fluttering shut. It soothes him, has his own breathing slowing down, but he can’t risk falling asleep again. Not like this, not with your body so close to his.

“What are you— Logan?” comes your instant protest when he moves you to your side of the mattress, your eyes flying back open, wide and mildly confused.

“I could’ve killed you,” he mutters. It could have happened so easily. Just a little deeper, just a slightly different spot. 

“No, you couldn’t,” you quip, arching an eyebrow at him. “Cats have nine lives, remember?” You sneak another quick kiss on his chest before finding his gaze again, a teasing smile on your lips. “Even kittens.” 

It’s an attempt to lighten the mood, to make him laugh. He knows that. You hate the pet name he’s given you. 

“And you’re not gonna waste one on me,” he grits out. 

Hurt flashes over your face, more pain in your eyes than when there was an actual wound on your arm. 

“It wouldn’t be—”

“Don’t you dare say it wouldn’t be a waste.” 

The words come out as a low growl, aggressive enough to send most anyone running. You don’t run. 

Your animal doesn’t like it when he growls at you. He can feel the tension rolling off of you, your hair probably standing on end. Gritting your teeth, you take a deep breath, release your fingers’ grip from digging into the sheets.

“Let’s talk about it in the morning,” you tell him, resignation in your voice. 

Your eyes fall shut again, your head for once resting on your own pillow instead of his chest. He misses the weight of it instantly. You doze off quickly, your hands still pawing weakly at his side, like your body can’t help it. He almost pulls you closer himself. 

While you sleep, Logan forces his own eyes to stay wide open, staring unseeingly into the darkness. 

It’s a quiet day. You had tried talking to him, tried to convince him that it’s okay, that it’s fine. He can’t keep listening to you insisting that him almost killing you is no big deal. He should have known, should have been more aware of the risk instead of letting himself get lost in the blissful sensation of your body curled around his every night. You’ve trusted him so completely, only for him to let you down. 

Just like he always does, the voice in his head whispers.

No matter how many times you swear that you can take care of yourself, he should still be protecting you, not actively putting you in danger while you’re fucking asleep. It’s happened once now, so it can happen again, and he knows that he could never forgive himself. 

He knows that he’s hurting your feelings. Sees how your brows knit together when he barely kisses you back throughout the day. How you bite your lip when the way you’re butting your head against his doesn’t make him chuckle like it usually does. 

He should be angry at himself. He is. But you shouldn’t be the one to catch the brunt of it, and it makes him feel even worse. You always say that he should talk about his feelings more, that it would help to let them out. He suspects that you’re right. He just doesn’t know how.

By evening, you’ve grown uncharacteristically quiet, but he keeps catching your burning glares at him when you think he isn’t looking. Finally, after you’ve stared at him for what felt like an eternity and he’s pointedly ignored you, you seem to snap.

“Can you stop it?!” It leaves your mouth in a hiss, triggering his instincts before the words even register in his brain. 

“Stop what?” he growls back. 

Your fingers curl as a low snarl escapes you. Normally, neither of you lets your animalistic side take over like that. Normally, you’re good at soothing each other. 

But tonight, he can feel the energy crackle between you, the tension begging to be released. 

“You know what! This fucking— sulking or whatever it is you think you’re doing!” 

He rises to his feet, pulling up to his full height. One of your hands twitches. 

“I’m not—” 

You charge at him with an angry shout before another word can leave his mouth. You’re on him in a flash, grabbing onto his arm and letting your momentum carry you until you’re behind him, your nails digging into his shoulders until you’re perched on his backside. 

Whipping his head around, he bares his teeth at you, growls rumbling in his chest. You angrily hiss in his face and swing a hand at him in return, leaving angry red scratches down his cheek. They heal and fade as quickly as they came, but a triumphant grin flashes over your features regardless. 

“Come on, Logan,” you breathe into his ear. The edge in your voice sends fire straight through him. “Fight. You’re not gonna break me.” Your canines nip at his earlobe, somewhere between affectionate and challenging.

He tries shaking you off, but your grip on him only tightens. He collects a fist of your hair instead, pulling harshly to keep your teeth away from his throat. 

“Enough,” he grits, trying desperately to regain control, to become more human again, to smother the primal need to match your aggression. 

He finally grabs hold of one of your hands as well and manages to rip you off his back and in front of him, holding on tight to your upper arms to keep you in place. You’re snarling and twisting in his hold, but he doesn’t let up. 

“Enough,” he repeats, searching your wild eyes. Your movements slow down a fraction, giving him a moment of hope, before you surge forward and bury your teeth in his lower lip. It hurts like hell and he can taste blood on his tongue instantly. 

“Fight me,” you demand again, baring your teeth at him.

He pulls you back by your hair with a roar, gathers both your wrists in one large hand and holds you steady. You could still break free if you wanted to, he thinks. He might be stronger than you, but your movements turn almost liquid when you want to escape, he’s watched it more than once. 

The pain in his lip has already subsided, but his blood is still coating your mouth, a stark contrast against the white shimmer of your teeth. 

“Are you done?” His voice is harsh, his jaw clenched, carefully keeping the desire to strike back at bay. 

You deflate a little, some of the wildness draining from you before his eyes. 

“I just— I’m not fragile, I don’t want you to be scared of— of touching me.” Your voice grows small at the end and he’s horrified to see wetness glistening in your eyes. 

The fight mode leaves him as fast as it came, replaced with the overwhelming urge to care, to protect what’s his. His pack, in a way.  

He gathers you into his arms, curling himself around you. It feels good to hold you close again. Breathing you in deeply, he smells the adrenaline still oozing from you, hears the rapid beating of your heart. But mostly, it’s your unique scent, one that he thinks he could recognize anywhere. His tether to this world. 

“I’m sorry, kitten. I’m not scared of touching you,” he mumbles into your hair. 

You sniffle against his chest, but when you finally raise your head to look at him, new determination is glinting in your eyes. 

“Prove it,” you coo, tracing the shape of his lips with one fingertip. “Please.” 

That he can do. He nips at your finger playfully, your responding giggle the best sound he’s heard all day, before he shoves it out of the way to connect his lips with yours. It’s rough, a clashing of teeth and tongues, the tension that has been building and warping all day finally finding a release. 

You gasp into his mouth when his tongue moves against yours, your hands pulling at his hair, needing him closer and closer still, never close enough. His groan at the taste of you travels through you both as he’s grasping at your clothes. 

He longs for your warm skin under his palms, longs for how you lean into his touch so needy all the damn time. You pull away with a moan, helping him to pull your sweater over your head and stepping out of your jeans as he sheds his flannel. 

You bring both hands up to cup his face, to search his eyes. “Don’t be gentle,” you plead, “please, I need—” 

You don’t have to keep talking for him to understand what you need. I’m not scared of touching you. 

With a growl, his hands find your hips, holding you tight as he’s walking you backwards until your ass connects with the backside of the couch. He crowds you in, paws at every inch of bare skin he can reach, his cock already hard and aching at your soft warmth and the sweet mewls that tumble from your lips. 

Hitching one of your legs up to open you for him, he grinds himself against your barely covered center. A keening sound escapes you at the friction from his jeans against your sensitive flesh and he allows himself a grin. 

“Feels good, kitten?” 

You nod mindlessly, holding onto him and rocking your hips against his while you’re letting him move you however he sees fit. 

“Do you want more?”

“Please, Logan.”

You sound so sweet when you’re like this, when you put your body into his hands. I’m not scared of touching you.

Setting your leg back down, he watches with hunger as you hastily take off your underwear while he pulls the white tank top over his head and opens his belt buckle. He could swear that your pupils dilate a fraction at the sound of it, filling him with a possessive sense of pride. 

As soon as his jeans hit the floor, he’s all over you again, palming the weight of your breasts, tugging and pinching at your nipples as he swallows down your mewls. You’re soaking wet already, covering his cock in your slick as he nudges against your folds. He’s impatient to feel you all around him, to sink into you, to stake his claim again and again and again. 

He normally works you open longer, gives you more time to prepare, but your impatience is just as apparent as his own, with the way you whine and plead for him, your fingers digging into his flesh, trying to pull him nearer. 

He follows your pull, pressing your backside into the couch once more as he crowds your space. Leaning in, he kisses you deeply, licking into your mouth, one hand buried in your hair and holding you close. 

“I love you,” he breathes against your lips as he lets go of you. I’m not scared of touching you.

You smile softly, echoing the sentiment back at him. 

A surprised squeak escapes you when he turns you around suddenly, bending you over the back of the couch. He lines himself up at your dripping entrance, desperate to fill you up, to give you what you’re craving. 

“Not gentle?” he rasps once more, one hand curling around your neck from behind, both in reassurance and dominance. 

“Not gentle,” comes your breathy answer. It breaks off into a shriek of a moan when he slams into you with one long thrust, stretching your tight walls around his length. The sting of his sudden intrusion has to hurt at least a little, but you push back against him eagerly, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. 

Logan holds himself still for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of your squirming body and your needy little sounds, before he pulls out almost entirely, only to push back in forcefully. Your toes barely reach the floor with how far he’s bent you over, lifting you into the air with every harsh thrust, but he’s holding you steady with ease, both hands possessively spanning over your waist, positioning you exactly where he wants you. 

“Taking me so fucking well, like you were made for me,” he growls, gently scratching over your back with his nails. You arch up to chase his touch, tightening around him, almost purring with pleasure. Wetness pours out of you, coating his cock. I’m not scared of touching you. Not when it feels this good. 

“M–more, please,” you whine, blindly reaching backwards to him. 

He leans over you, cages you in, his arms on either side of you, his breath hot against your skin. His teeth sink into the back of your neck, not so deep as to draw blood, but enough that he knows the indents will stay there for quite some time. 

Your whole body goes limp at the sensation, a surprised mewl escaping you as you clench around him wildly. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, his own hips stuttering, “give it to me kitten, come on—” 

He reaches around your hip, fingers teasing through your slick folds and up to your clit, rubbing with slight pressure as he keeps pistoning into your heat. 

“Logan—” you gasp, getting almost impossibly tight, before you shatter around him. He keeps thrusting into you, keeps up his ministrations on your clit, until the pulsing of your cunt around him sends him over the edge as well. He spills his release deep inside of you, the thought of leaving a part of him with you always filling him with a primal satisfaction. 

Pulling you up instantly, he gathers you in his arms, your body soft and pliant against his chest. Walking around the couch and sinking into the cushions to lie down, he gently moves you until your weight is resting on top of him, his embrace wrapping around you.

You stir a little, needing a moment to take in your position. The look of uncertainty that you give him damn near breaks his heart. “Is this okay?” You sound uncertain, too.

God, he’s such an idiot. 

“Yeah, kitten. It’s— fuck, of course it’s okay.”

thank you so so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed, and if you did, a comment or a reblog would absolutely make my day :)

-> part 2!

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bless tenor @lagging-jets for coming through with the details:

WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME SAM WAS A DANIEL RICCIARDO FAN OR WAS I JUST SUPPOSED TO FIND THIS OUT BY WATCHING SEASON THREE MYSELF

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Love On The Floor

SUMMARY |  You're on vacation with your girls and you can't help but be attracted to the hot DJ.

PAIRINGS |  Johnny x Reader

RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked 

GENRE |  smut, non-idol au

CONTENT/WARNINGS |  DJ!Johnny, profanity, drinking, non-idol au, flirting, kissing, teasing, unprotective sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), outdoor sex, beach sex, fingering, marking, hair grabbing, riding, creampies, lots of dirty talk

LENGTH |  10,545 words 

TAGLIST |  @lovetaroandtaemin @aerangi

NETWORKS |  @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @keopihaus @neocity-net @cosyhomenet

AUTHOR’S NOTE | What was supposed to be a 2k fic ended up being a 10k fic lolol. I couldn't help it… DJ Johnny has got me feral.

NCT Main Masterlist

The beat pulsed through the outside venue as bodies moved together to the rhythm of the music, a sea of flailing arms, flowing dresses, and brightly colored alcohol in cups. The vacation resort was well known for its beach-side night parties that happened every evening, allowing people to dance all their cares away. It was a famous tourist destination, the huge tropical beach allowing its patrons to soak up the sunshine in the daytime, and then dance their heart away by the bright lights of the nighttime party. The whole island seemed to thrum with energy, the atmosphere electric from the beating rhythm of the dance music and the delighted cries from the partygoers.

"Earth to Y/N!"

Your attention turned to your friend as you realizedd that she was trying to get your attention.

"Oops," you laughed and smiled at her. "Sorry, just zoned out for a sec. Got distracted." You couldn't help your wandering gaze that took in the mass amount of scantily-clad girls writhing their hips against muscular, shirtless men. "This is so different from what I'm used to."

Mira raised an eyebrow, clearly in good spirits after already taking several shots. "I know this isn't your usual scene but the girls and I thought that you should stop moping over your breakup with Taeyong and actually have some fun! Go hit up on a guy or something, get your freak on."

You playfully punched Mira. "He wasn't like the rest, you know?" 

You looked down sadly. He had been a gentle soul and treated you right; you still weren't sure why he had cheated. It had hit you hard and your friends thought that a change of pace was needed. A vacation to relax and let loose was exactly what was needed, a way to let go of the stress and have fun.

"Look Y/N, you've been moping over him for four months already," Jinhee started. "You're here, on vacation in a tropical paradise surrounded by sexy guys who have their shirts off, showing off their chests," she fanned herself and looked off into the distance dreamily, "and gorgeous smiles andー"

"Calm your tits," Sowon jokingly hit Jinhee lightly. She looks back at you, pushing your usual drink closer to you. "Babe, we love you and want to see you happy again. Not cry over some guy who can't even tell you why he cheated."

"We're not telling you to date someone tonight, but just forget about him and live a little, ok?" Mira finished. 

You bit your bottom lip and thought, staring out into the night as you considered her words. You loved Taeyong, more than anything. You had hoped for a future together; the wedding, the children, the big family holidays and birthdays... but it was all shattered, left lying in tatters after your suspicions were confirmed with the one simple sentence, "I can explain." 

He couldn't.

After many arguments, broken tears and broken hearts later, you both parted ways. You thought you truly loved him, that he was your soulmate. He had made it clear to you how sorry he had been and wanted you to take him back. But your heart wouldn't let you go back, the pain from his betrayal being too raw and it left you aching. You threw yourself into work since then, finding solace in your research and volunteering. And so, for the past few months, the cycle continued: work, work, sleep, work. It was nice and constant, but this is where the girls came in and saved your life from boredom.

"Live a little, huh?" you questioned, fingers wrapped around the stem of the cocktail glass, twisting it absentmindedly before you took another sip. You took another look around the outdoor venue. The night sky stretched endlessly above you, twinkling with tiny stars, framed by palm trees and colorful banners. The smell of liquor, sweat, and body odor mingled with the scent of the warm evening air. Huge, bright speakers blasted music as the mass amount of bodies continued their movements, flashing their lights as they danced.

Mira was right. This wasn't your scene. You preferred the fancy lounge bars, expensive wine, soft spoken conversations and live jazz bands to accompany them. A place where you felt secure, safe, and comfortable. This place was raw, open, exposed. No fancy tables, chairs or bar. Just an open dance floor, large speakers, and drinks on the sand.

The bass hummed through your feet as it shook the ground. No one was fully dressed; the girls had on skimpy little dresses, the men wore brightly coloured swim trunks and shirtless. Heck, the air of arousal was so thick you could probably choke on it. You had seen several couples making out, feeling each other up or grinding their groins together out of the corner of your eyes. You licked your lips nervously as the alcohol coursed through your veins, heating you up from the inside.

"Come on Y/N! I love this song, let's dance!" Jinhee put her hands on her hips and pouted at you.

"Dancing is not really my thing..." you protested.

"It will be soon!" she winked and grabbed your arm.

You shrugged. There was nothing better to do, and you had finished your drink, feeling braver now that it was gone. You threw the last shot down the back of your throat, shuddering when the liquid burnt its way down your body and you accepted Jinhee's hand, pulling you close as you threaded through the crowd of warm bodies towards the floor. You tried not to bump into anyone, muttering small sorries to those you did. 

The girls pushed onto the dance floor, joining the fray and all linking arms together, facing outward. You giggled with giddy pleasure as Sowon and Mira pulled you in between them, each placing a hand on your hip, making your senses sing with delight from the alcohol and the atmosphere. Your friends swung you around, moving you like puppets in a full costume, keeping perfect time to the music. You threw your hands up and laughed joyously, allowing them to take the lead as you simply kept up, moving your body against theirs.

You swayed your hips, letting loose and deciding to just feel. 

Tonight, you're going to live a little.

And maybe find a cute guy and have some fun like your girls suggested, despite whatever happens afterwards.

Just enjoy the moment, they told you.

Alcohol flowing, the music blasting, and the lights blinding, time was simply lost to the ether and soon enough you could feel yourself being warm, happy, and buzzing. All nerves had melted away, drowned under the intoxication of the strong alcohol and being surrounded by friendly, loving people.

Time blurred and seemed to stop altogether when you caught the first sight of him.

Situated at the DJ booth with a set of mixer decks and a laptop at his disposal was a large, muscular man. Dark hair framing his beautifully sculpted face, his huge frame was decked in dark jeans and a gray muscle tank, effortlessly displaying his biceps, muscular chest, and torso. Tattoos adorned his left shoulder and arms, but you couldn't make them out as they were blurry from the angle. From the intense look of concentration, he sported a pair of large headphones over his ears while performing his set; however, every now and again you would catch him smiling from watching the sea of bodies bobbing their heads to his beats, bodies grinding as the songs melded together.

He caught your eye, taking in the spectacle that you and your friends presented. When he met your gaze, you felt electricity coursing through your veins, nerves flaring and the familiar pulsing sensation to the beat made itself known deep within your womb. And...was it just you, or did he look at you longer? Like he was admiring you as you got lost in his eyes; perhaps even took interest in you as you danced alongside the swarm of sweaty bodies that jerked and swayed to the music.

You snapped your head away. You were probably seeing things...

But you couldn't help it; your eyes drifted once more to the large hunk. Just dancing. Nothing else. Not with the way that his muscles moved smoothly when he tended to his equipment, the powerful biceps easily moving the tables. What would it be like to have his arms wrap around you, what would it be like to be pressed against those built pecs, those washboard abs, under his thick thighs as heー

You shivered at the thought. Alcohol. It had to be the alcohol.

"Oh my god," Mira started, "the DJ is so hot!"

"He's pretty cute and damn is he buff," Jinhee licked her lips. "With a body like that, the only chance I would give him is a ride up and down hisー"

"Finish that sentence, I dare you," Sowon raised an eyebrow daringly, a fierce grin creeping up her face and causing Jinhee to laugh nervously before she continued.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Mira looked at you eagerly, causing you to stare back surprised.

"Well..." You paused and hesitated slightly. "I mean, like, he is definitely very attractive, but..." Your cheeks burned and thoughts disappeared momentarily as your eyes locked with his, causing butterflies to awaken in your tummy. You looked away to see your group waiting expectantly for you to continue. You stuttered out, "But I don't know. He's probably already got a string of girls after him and I justー"

"Nope. Stop. Nuh-uh," Jinhee pointed a finger in front of you. "No second guessing. Tell us, would you fuck him?"

Your jaw dropped. "Oh come on."

"Answer the question, Y/N," Sowon pushed.

You chewed your bottom lip before sighing. "Oh god," you muttered, heart pounding in your chest. "Do I have to answer right now?"

"Yes!" all three chorused back at you.

You covered your face with your hands for a second before taking a deep breath. "Ok... yes." You looked down. "Yes, I would totally bang the shit out of him."

"YES! That's our girl!" Mira whooped before cheering loudly, raising her arms to the sky as she did so, the music and atmosphere causing her cheer to be swept away amongst the crowd. Sowon rolled her eyes as Jinhee patted you on the back in a show of congratulations, making you want to disappear. But you couldn't hide your crimson cheeks as embarrassment flushed through you.

The girls giggled happily and jumped around, continuing with their dancing. You hid your face in your hands before trying to lose yourself in the music once more.

Even though your gaze remained forward, you could still feel his eyes trailing on you.

Johnny looked out at the crowd moving and shifting as one when the beat dropped. All hands flew up, colored lights danced over everyone, making them glow under the spotlights that illuminated the darkened dance floor. It didn't matter if they were young or old, handsome or misshapen; the mass amount of bodies thrummed with pure energy. The crowd responded with another deafening cheer and cry in greeting as the beat switched over, Johnny mentally high-fiving himself for his excellent track selection.

While he enjoyed his job, the one thing he loved the most is seeing all the people have a good time because of his sets. And that moment, when the venue cheered and the dancers jumped up and down at their success in responding to the shift in the music, flooded his heart with pride.

Everyone was a dance master tonight, despite the drunken conditions. There weren't many fights and most seemed to be content with dancing the night away. And even the regular workers seemed to let their hair down and joined the fray, twirling to their hearts desire with wide, unabashed grins plastered across their faces.

It was the life.

"This set is so good!" The girl next to him gushed excitedly. "I'm absolutely loving it!"

He turned and smirked. Her hair was a long ash-blond, cascading down her shoulders. Heaps of glitter decorated her cheeks and forehead and skin-tight outfit that left little to the imagination. "Yeah?"

"Oh, for sure!" She spoke back, her attention focused more on his body than meeting his gaze. Her eyes dragged along the length of his body hungrily. "You should join me sometime."

He regarded her carefully. She was attractive, but frankly, it didn't feel right. "Tempting," he started. "But I can't."

"Pleaseeeee? I'd make sure you would have a great time," her lips curled into a lustful smile. "I would worship every single inch of you, baby. I would make you feel real good," she teased, pressing up against him.

He let out a sigh before looking at one of his friends that was working alongside him for the evening. They didn't need to speak a word. His buddy came to the rescue and steered the girl away from him towards the bar. The girl put up a bit of a struggle but once she noticed the handsome man beside her, her attention quickly switched and off she went.

He was used to it. Girls would throw themselves at him, not many cared about his skills and personality except for his music tastes, which usually sparked interesting conversations. Most only wanted a go with the big and muscular DJ who worked at the clubs, purely for sexual gain; to say they have done it, to slurp up the notoriety of bragging about their sexual exploits. Most usually bragged about who was better in bed, how quickly they could seduce him, or how big his dick was.

He shook his head with a sigh. He was a ladies' man, sure, but he was looking for more. One night stands were great, don't get him wrong, but he was looking for a lifelong love to spoil and cherish for eternity. To call his own, someone special to share his home, his music, his heart and soul.

He settled back behind the soundboard, adjusting the mix, scrolling through the folder of pre-downloaded songs while keeping an eye on the crowd. He couldn't help but glance at a particular group of girls as they joined the fray and a smile crept upon his features as they energetically turned away from each other and moved their hips to the music, finding a groove and sticking with it. 

But one of the girls caught his eye, and he felt his dick twitch and pulse at the sight.

There was something about the girl that stood out.

She was really beautiful. He had seen his fair share of beautiful women, no doubt, but this girl was different. She wore her hair up in a bun, but it was messy, and several strands fell freely to frame her face. She dressed a bit more modest compared to the rest of the folks here with a flowy red spaghetti-strap sundress that drifted fluidly down past her knees. While her dress wasn't fully form-fitting, it still showed off the full curves of her breasts, wide hips and ample ass. Even from the distance of the stage, Johnny was able to pick up that the dress had ridden slightly up her thighs from all the swinging and twirling, exposing more of her smooth legs.

Even then, he was rather enticed by her actions alone.

While she wasn't outlandish or loud like the rest, it was beautiful to behold how freely she moved. Her friends draped all over her, but she greeted their affectionate advances wholeheartedly, enjoying their company. Time seemed to melt away for Johnny as he enjoyed the view; while one part of his mind was set on the next track and the transition, the other half was entranced and intrigued by this beauty.

"Yo, dude," Yuta cut into Johnny's thoughts and slapped him on the shoulder. "There's some hot chicks in the crowd tonight."

Johnny playfully punched his friend in the shoulder. "Yuta, they have names, bro."

"Whatever," Yuta shrugged as he turned his attention back to the crowd. "You know, the girl by the speakers and over to the left is... very nice. Just saying."

Johnny raised an eyebrow and scanned the crowd. It didn't take long to find the girl that Yuta was talking about; her flaming red hair tumbling down her back in thick curls. A striking blue strappy little top that barely covered her breasts.

"Nah dude, not my type," Johnny shrugged. "I prefer a girl with more substance." He tilted his head in the direction of the other dancers.

"The purple one?" Yuta asked.

"Red," Johnny replied as he began setting up another song.

"Oh... Oh!" Yuta looked at Johnny with a smug grin. "Now that's a pretty babe. Bam! Score one for Johnny."

"Yo, what the fuck," Doyoung butted in, "you have all the pretty ladies."

"Sorry, Mr. Sulky," Yuta stuck out his tongue. "Your dating game sucks."

Johnny laughed. "You just haven't met the one yet, Do."

"Probably never will," Doyoung grimaced and went back to his regular position, playing around with some of the lighting equipment.

Johnny smiled and shook his head at his friends' shenanigans. They were a bit immature and stupid at times, but he loved them like brothers. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the glimpse of the girl once again and he couldn't help the butterflies that formed in the pit of his stomach.

She caught him looking, and for the split second their eyes locked, the whole world seemed to move in slow motion.

Beautiful. She looked beautiful in the warm glow, sweat glistening lightly on her forehead, face flushed from dancing. Despite her makeup being a little smudged and messy, he thought it was cute. It made her real and adorable and hot all the same. Despite being surrounded by a mass amount of bodies, she stood out like a glittering diamond.

And for a split second, everything was right in his world.

If someone would have told him a year ago that he would fall in love at first sight, he would have laughed in their faces. He would have called bullshit, there was no way.

Turning his back slightly, he chuckled inwardly to himself. Johnny never had had such a strong physical attraction to a woman like this before. Sure, he was aware he was blessed with his looks, especially due to the numbers of fans and groupies he had garnered after the past gigs he had performed over the years. Beautiful women of all sizes often sought him out and flirted with him. If there wasn't much going on that night, he would find his way into the bed of a soft warm body, just for the comfort that nothing more, nothing less, could offer.

He didn't allow himself to get attached, to care too much or get too emotional. It was just one night, one or two evenings at best; but usually the passion lasted a few hours or sometimes throughout the night.

Johnny knew his limits and made sure he stuck within them. No kissing on the lips or cuddling the next morning. Breakfast and goodbyes were always offered at his door and after it closed, that was the end of it. Somewhere along the line, a few girls had his number and still tried to see him, others showed up at gigs he played hoping to see him, but his rules were airtight: no relationships, no commitments, no feelings.

Was his life lonely at times? Sometimes, but that's how Johnny liked it. Life was simpler, less complicated without a lover in his life. He wouldn't have had to make any excuses on where he was, or worry about what might happen if he wasn't at home when he said he would be. In fact, it was one of the reasons why he liked being a DJ; the world was too vast, too interesting, for him to stay still. And there was no need to check in with anyone, see if it was ok to go or ask for permission.

But maybe he wanted a change of scenery, just a bit. He desired to rest his head on something or someone warm, to tell them everything that ran through his head, to hold hands, share meaningful conversations. To have someone listen to him, give him a slice of normal in his ever-changing life.

And the feeling was almost stronger now, nearly overwhelming, as he stared at the girl before him.

The way his heart melted and the blood drained from his head down to his erection when this new beauty's gaze landed on him, it was an unfamiliar feeling. For all the groupies and attention he had received, he had never felt so entranced by someone, had wanted them so deeply, and so desperately. He wanted to meet her in the crowd, take her in his arms, dance with her, talk with her, listen to her, fuck her senselessly until they both couldn't stand and worship her gently afterwards like a queen.

He wasn't sure what she was doing here but he could care less what her plans were, as long as they involved him.

Her group laughed as they danced freely, and he watched carefully, mesmerized. He wanted to hear her laugh, wanted to be the reason why she laughed. His attention remained glued to this strange but beautiful new girl he had seen. Her gaze was focused back on the crowd, her attention away from him. Instead of feeling relieved, his muscles became tense at not being able to have her gaze rest upon him. He wanted to be the object of her attention. No matter how many times Johnny tried to focus his attention elsewhere, his thoughts would wander right back to her.

"Damn dude, I have never seen you look at someone like that before," Yuta pointed out after a short while.

"What are you saying?" Johnny kept his hands steady on the equipment in front of him.

"Just... you know what? Nothing," Yuta held up his hands in surrender. "I'll keep my observations to myself."

Johnny eyed Yuta carefully. "I am focusing on the crowd."

"Oh come on now, that cute brunette came right up and so did the red-head and you weren't the least bit interested. Are we changing things up now that you've got your eye on Little Miss Red Dress down there?"

Johnny rolled his eyes at Yuta's assumptions. "Dude, no. She's just...different, that's all."

"Uh-huh. Different," Yuta replied slowly, looking Johnny over with a raised eyebrow. "You really want to throw away all your freedom, Johnny?"

Johnny just shrugged, returning his gaze back to the red beauty dancing her heart out.

Who knows? Maybe she'll be a one-night stand.

Maybe she'll be something more.

Johnny smiled to himself as he focused on the music, allowing his senses to get lost in the rhythm, to become as one with the sounds around him. He mentally wished the girl's attention was back on him; but glancing over in her direction, she was consumed in an excited frenzy with her friends. And that was ok.

Some things would come, and some things would go.

He was certain he would see her around the resort.

"My neck hurts, my feet hurt," you complained the next morning. "My entire body hurts."

You moaned as you stretched and a feeling of delicious electricity sang from your muscles, making its way slowly to your spine and you sighed, your tense neck muscles finally releasing their tension. You were walking down one of the many pavillons lined along the white pebbled pathways. Sunlight dappled through the leafy trees, casting its rays along the pavement. The sun had risen high in the sky, and the breeze was soft; a perfect temperature to be out and about. The girls and you had stayed out late the previous night and now your entire body ached.

You're trying your hardest to keep up with the girls and for the life of you, you have no idea how they still have the energy to enjoy themselves. How can three women run on so little sleep and be so effortlessly productive with themselves? You shook your head slowly and took a deep breath. You could get through this.

You looked around, trying to find the girls but instead you ran into rock hard muscle. You stumbled, nearly falling down, but an arm shot out to steady you, grasping your forearm gently.

"Shit. I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," a deep voice rang out in front of you. "You okay?"

You looked up and you realized that you bumped into the DJ from last night and your eyes almost bulged out of your skull, cheeks burning and jaw dropping before you could stop yourself. This close up, the man looked downright edible. He wore a sleeveless hoodie and loose fit jeans; although casual, it barely covered his muscular physique.

"Uh, y-yeah, I'm fine," you stuttered before managing a small, friendly smile. His hand released your arm and his face split into a charming grin, making your knees almost give in. "My mind is elsewhere," you admitted, looking down a little embarrassed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other and avoiding his intense gaze. "I kind of lost my friends."

"Want me to join you in finding them?" He offered, tilting his head a little as he studied you. The innocent question made you freeze, heart skipping a beat and butterflies suddenly awakened in your tummy and you gave him an embarrassed glance. Not taking offense, he stepped aside and gestured for you to go first. "After you. I'm Johnny, by the way. Johnny Suh."

"Y/N," you returned the sentiment with a broad smile. Together, you continued along the path, keeping up with each other in a comfortable silence. Every now and then, you stole glances at him, eyes drifting appreciatively to his tattooed skin. "So... This isn't usually my thing, to be honest," you offered casually, attempting at some conversation. You tried not to act awkward and focus on something else besides his toned arms.

"What isn't your thing?" Johnny glanced down and furrowed his brows questioningly.

"This place," you shrugged sheepishly.

"Sun, the beach, resorts, food and alcohol? You're lying," Johnny chuckled at his own comment, making you snort a laugh, eyes glistening and a happy grin graced his lips. 

Oh my god, he's even more attractive, you thought. What was it about a good man with a sense of humour that just simply, utterly destroys you? You averted your gaze, not wanting to give yourself away, especially at how much you wanted to jump his bones.

"Ok, fine. Party-centric environments," you finally responded, deciding to joke. "Sowon, Jinhee and Mira are... into this kind of scene, and they sort of dragged me along."

"Well, aren't you lucky," Johnny nodded, turning to smile warmly at you. "Because if you weren't, I wouldn't be walking with such a beautiful woman right now."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," you try your best to snort in contempt, despite your stomach going crazy from his words.

"No, only the pretty ones," he chuckled, crossing his arms and giving you a sideways look.

You simply roll your eyes and shake your head, refusing to rise to the comment, and ignore the way your face warms. "Ok, so you're smooth with a sense of humour. Are you even real?"

A laugh rumbled through his chest, resonating through you. His laugh is clear and melodic, and completely honest. Unable to keep a straight face, you cracked a chuckle yourself. "So where are you from, Y/N? If you don't mind me asking."

"Chicago but I moved to Seoul for college and have been there ever since," you replied honestly.

"I'm from Chicago too!" He seemed genuinely excited. "I moved here a couple years back with a couple buddies. We got a pretty sweet set up going on. We often tour together, and we support each other," Johnny stopped suddenly, eyeing you up and down and making you want to sink into the ground. "How about you? What do you do?"

"I got a master's degree in business. But after a while, it all seems kinda... boring?" you shrugged. "I'm currently unemployed at the moment," you giggled at the absurdity of the conversation. "God, if my parents knew..."

"That's a bummer," Johnny said, wincing. "No one likes a desk-job."

"It was nice while it lasted," you let out a small laugh as you walked down the stone steps towards the town area. Just ahead, you could see Sowon and Mira at one of the smoothie bars chatting. "I have no idea what's going to happen, so I'm just living day by day."

"Why not live in the moment?" Johnny's low voice murmured into your ear, making you stiffen slightly, feeling a sudden flush of arousal between your legs. "Nothing bad comes from that."

"Uh... yeah," you smiled a little awkwardly as you were both nearing your destination. Your heart was beating wildly inside your chest. "So, where are you at in the hotel?"

"Not really at a hotel, actually. In the bungalows, right over there. Like, right by the beach," Johnny pointed in the general direction, but you nodded all the same. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason. Just curious," you stammered as you neared closer to your friends. You weren't sure what this fluttery feeling was, the strange warmth flooding through you, all because of him. Was it excitement? This... pull towards him? It's thrilling, you had to admit; the whole scenario was. Johnny was incredibly handsome, sexy even; especially the way the shirt clung to the toned muscles of his body, but despite his looks, he seemed really down-to-earth and nice as well.

And that was the charm that pulled you in.

You liked being around him, plain and simple. Even though you just met him, you felt a connection, almost as if you've known him for years. It was comfortable. And... dare you say, safe, almost? He is, however, still very much a stranger, you reminded yourself.

"Ok. Well, I guess this is where I leave you," Johnny looked at you, smirking a bit at the proximity the girls presented. "And hey, not sure if you heard but I'm DJ-ing again tonight at the party tent. You are, without a doubt, welcome to come and see me. Or meet me afterwards? Whichever you prefer." He stepped even closer and leaned in until he was practically whispering into your ear, making the tiny hairs on the back of your neck rise and your whole body flushes with electricity.

"Be a shame if I didn't see you there," he hummed and his warm, minty breath made you press your legs together tighter. It didn't help when he skimmed his fingers against your bare thigh as he withdrew. As he turned to leave, he waved goodbye and gave you a lop-sided, charming grin. You stared dumbstruck at him, still flushing, before forcing a natural smile and waving back a little, unsure and unsteady.

Your eyes remained rooted on Johnny until he was no longer visible amongst the crowd. Heart pounding against your ribcage, you turned and hastily found the girls.

"Um, hello, who was that sexy specimen you were walking with?" Mira made a flabbergasted, incredulous face, almost like she was being personally offended that you hadn't told her anything. You laughed and shook your head, smiling at their eagerness.

"That was the DJ from last night, right?" Jinhee asked, jumping up and down excitedly as her eyes sparkled mischievously. Sowon, ever vigilant and careful, rested her soft gaze on you and patiently waited for you to continue.

"Yeah, that was him," you replied, turning to Mira as you sat down next to her and ordered a round of smoothies for the table. "And yes, I bumped into him while looking for you guys. But, you know, a coincidence."

"One hell of a coincidence, considering he might be into you, Y/N," Mira emphasized her point, jabbing you on the shoulder.

"We were just talking," you rolled your eyes. "He said he's doing another set tonight and would love it if I came by to watch him."

"Of course he did," Sowon replied, arms crossed as she pondered for a second. "If you don't go, I will officially kick your ass."

"I swear..." you shook your head and buried your face into your hands, letting out a very heavy and annoyed sigh. "He could have just been really friendly. You can't possibly know his intentions."

"The DJ literally propositioned you. He's going to rock your shit tonight and god dammit you better let him," Jinhee ordered seriously. You shot daggers at Jinhee and shook your head disapprovingly, though giggling a little at her expression. The barista brought around the smoothies and you all eagerly grabbed your share. Jinhee immediately perked up at the sight and a light in her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Let's toast to Y/N. May you have a damn good fuck tonight," she winked at you playfully.

"Or... you know, to hopefully make a new friend? I like being friends first," you suggested, avoiding looking at anyone directly, secretly regretting your decision to tell them anything. Although flustered by Johnny, there was no denying you both clicked together so easily, but you decided to avoid any obvious physical attraction until you knew him a little better.

There was something familiar and easy-going about Johnny. You enjoyed being with him and wanting more felt exciting, intimate, and even scary. Never had you experienced a near-instantaneous connection with someone as you had with Johnny. And you wanted more of him, and more of his presence.

"Oh honey. I think his end-goal is to bury that pole so deep into you, you'd feel it in your toes," Mira punctuated the thought with a naughty smile. You blushed red and rubbed your hot face. The three women burst out in laughter and were unable to control themselves. You slowly melted into the ruckus; it was impossible not to join in.

Who was Johnny Suh, really? You'll soon find out, you promised yourself.

Johnny grinned as he pumped his fist to the beat, nodding his head in time as the crowd cheered and hollered as the music pounded through the speakers. Even in the tent, the atmosphere was loud, chaotic and primal and everyone was clearly having an amazing time.

His gaze landed on you for the upteenth time throughout the set. You were standing next to him with a group of other random girls since your friends clearly pushed you to do so. Dancing away, your face had gone a little flushed and you were laughing breathlessly; obviously a little tired, a tad bit tipsy, and totally happy. For most part of the night, you would casually meet his eyes and give him a warm smile whenever you noticed he was looking at you.

You were wearing another flowy sundress, this time yellow, and you looked nothing short of radiant. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since he saw you earlier that day and he found himself eagerly anticipating the moment you appeared. Of course, a few other girls had stepped up to the booth of their own accord, or by a friend's persuasion, but no one had turned him on as badly as you had. Their looks were attractive but the connection wasn't there. At least, not the same connection that he had with you.

Leaning towards your ear, he laughed at your deer-in-the-headlights look. "So, did your friends force you here?"

"Only a little," you shouted, unable to contain your smile.

"Lucky me, then," Johnny responded. "I'm glad you came by."

"Lucky me. I'm enjoying myself," you quickly grabbed a cup of tequila, sloppily pouring yourself a shot in the middle of all the noise, oblivious that Johnny's eyes wandered down your slender neck, and back to settle at the low dip of your dress, exposing enough cleavage.

"Glad I could make your night fun," he murmured teasingly.

"Please," you scoffed, giving him a playful smile, raising an eyebrow. "Don't get ahead of yourself." 

Johnny grinned boyishly, then turned his attention to the massive crowd beneath him, bobbing his head and making sure the next selection of tracks were perfect. The next song kicked in and the sea of bodies below leapt in the air and swayed and shouted loudly. You stopped dancing and leaned back a little, watching him work diligently at his decks and you fought the urge to bite your lip.

Without glancing back, he tilted his head towards you. "Want a picture?"

"Shit. Sorry!" You let out a small snicker, blushing a bit. "You'll think I'm a total creep if I admit I'm staring at your hands." 

He only grinned and shook his head, a very definite glint of appreciation evident in his eyes. Without another word, he kept working his magic, playing and sampling until your jaw literally fell. You noticed right away his entire energy changed the moment he started working. You really wanted to feel those hands on you, to explore your body, to guide you and show you what he could really do...

Damn, get your head out of the gutter.

After a few more songs, the thumping bass began to calm down a little, which in turn made the crowd respond slower. People danced at a slightly more-rested pace, making it a little easier for people who had been dancing the whole time to really appreciate the rest of the environment.

"Let's take a break!" Johnny grinned at you and gestured to the side area where no one was behind the curtain. "Come with me for a bit."

"What about your set?" You worriedly glanced over to the booth.

"My friend Yuta can hold the fort. He's excellent," Johnny offered his hand and you took it carefully, the warmth and hardness beneath his skin sending pleasant shivers up your arm. "Plus it's called 'taking a break' for a reason."

"Better enjoy it while I can," you responded playfully, although you couldn't hide the giddiness and the blush on your cheeks as he turned, guiding you away from the party atmosphere behind the privacy of the curtains and into a much quieter world. He led you away from the tent, and through the wooden decks, towards the empty beach. It was cooler as the temperature dropped, but somehow you weren't bothered. 

The sound of the ocean against the quiet night was relaxing, calming.

"As much as I like my sets, sometimes a man needs to breathe," Johnny said quietly and sat down, patting the spot beside him as an invitation for you to join him. Sitting down, you pulled your knees to your chest.

"Tell me about it. I'm still not used to this party scene," you confessed. "It's not what I'm most comfortable with."

"Yet it doesn't seem to put you off," he offered as he looked around.

"Trying to live a bit on the wild side. Spice things up, you know? I've always been a very introverted person. Not the social type," you played with the pebbles beside you, idly pushing the white stones out of the way and scratching at the dry sand beneath.

"Spice it up for what?" Johnny's curiosity got the best of him. He shifted closer and bent his head down.

"I usually don't share these things with guys I just meet," you laughed. "But I've been moping over an ex, kinda just having existential breakdowns here and there, generally feeling alone in the world, so I thought...you know... now or never. Do shit while I'm here, right?"

"What a life philosophy," Johnny chuckled softly and smiled. "What happened between you two?"

"It just wasn't meant to be, I guess," you shrugged your shoulders as you hugged your knees a little tighter. "He cheated on me and pretty much made me look like a fucking fool, so that got me in the worst mental place imaginable. Took a lot of effort to get over the bullshit."

"People are assholes," Johnny agreed. "Is that why you travelled all the way out here, to forget it?"

You laughed ironically, looking up at the cloudless sky above. "Sort of. Definitely to get away. And, because my friends wanted an all-girls trip, and we did just that. There's no need to complain," you finished happily. Johnny's eyes lingered at the serene smile upon your lips and the wind swept a piece of hair from your shoulder, making him burn and want all the more for you.

The atmosphere was peaceful and it didn't take long for him to want to kiss you; you were beautiful in every sense of the word, and you were completely in your element, whether you were aware of it or not.

"Why do you travel the world, Johnny? Are you running away from something?" You looked down and at him, curious. It was Johnny's turn to laugh, and he averted his gaze, hiding his face a little.

"Always been like this. I was pretty wild, partied too much. Had a good ear for music, a natural talent," he scratched his cheek lightly. "Some people we went to school to better themselves and grew up and got normal jobs. I'm afraid I chose the reckless route. Good music makes a good party and a good party means a lot of money."

"You were a bit of a deviant," you teased.

"For a very, very long time," he nodded, turning to face you. He searched your gaze thoughtfully, pausing and seemingly pondering.

The air had become a little tense, and you could see a small furrow between his eyebrows, shifting ever so slightly at whatever emotion was going through him. You stayed silent as you shifted a little closer, resisting the urge to trace the details of his chiselled jaw and soft lips with your fingertips. His eyes flickered at the sudden closeness between you both.

"I don't think you're as bad as you claim, Johnny," you decided softly, lowering your gaze to your fidgeting fingers.

"You think so?" He murmured, barely above a whisper. "I've been thinking about settling down somewhere. Want to try and see how a normal life can work out, you know?"

"You? Settling down? What a funny thought," you chuckled teasingly, and was rewarded by his beautiful grin.

"Scary, isn't it?" Johnny laughed. "I like the tours and the parties, the music, but I'm not getting any younger. And... it can be lonely, you know? Sure, I have my friends but there are times when I crave a closer, stronger connection with someone. Someone that can listen to me, understand me and know all my thoughts, but not care because they still like me anyway, flaws and all," he admitted carefully, glancing at you for a brief moment, before his eyes drop back to your hands.

"Whoever dates you, will be an incredibly lucky person," you whispered earnestly, staring intently at him. You bit your lip shyly at the compliment. "It sounds... amazing. And fun. The person you're searching for is probably out there. Somewhere."

"I can only hope," his lips twisted into a gentle, warm smile. You felt Johnny's hand rest against your cheek, rubbing along your smooth, soft skin. Trembling, goosebumps littered your skin as his fingertips moved to tilt your chin up. His eyes darkened, pupils blown with desire as his thumb ran over your bottom lip, pulling it lightly down. Then he leaned forward, and his mouth captured yours.

Your eyelids fluttered closed and your hand rested against his muscled chest, feeling his steady heartbeat as his palm cupped your jaw. Warm and inviting, and soft, the press of Johnny's lips to your own became gentler before he withdrew carefully. Looking into your eyes, the lust and longing was evident in the shimmer of his own.

"Was that ok?" He asked, his rough voice tinged with raw restraint.

"Of course," you whispered, leaning in again and pulling him down by the hem of his shirt, placing another soft kiss on his delectable lips. Johnny didn't need any more encouragement. He drew himself in, clasping your waist and lifting you smoothly onto his lap, effectively positioning you on him. Surprised, you gasped at his brazen move. "Here? On the beach?"

Johnny grinned. "No one would find us unless they decided to take a midnight stroll. We can always stop," his large hands slowly moved to stroke your thighs. The touch burned into your flesh and made your head spin as his fingers dug into the smoothness of your skin.

Unsure, you didn't know how to reply; the thought of someone catching you didn't bother you at all, nor did the idea of it excite you. All you wanted was Johnny, Johnny, and more of his consuming heat and kisses. In an attempt to settle your growing nerves and butterflies, you lightly trailed your fingertips along his big arms, taking in the muscular beauty beneath the canvas of intricate and breathtaking tattoos.

You felt your courage rising and were growing increasingly aroused under his dark, half-lidded stare. There was no denying the effect his close proximity and smoldering gaze had on you. "What are we doing, Johnny? We just met," you whispered, the tension suddenly filling the space around you both.

"But our chemistry's off the charts," Johnny's gentle voice whispered into your ear and you shivered at the husky timbre, not bothering to hide the effect of his words. Leaning forward, he placed feather-light kisses along the column of your throat.

"You're only saying that because of what we're doing," you attempted to convince yourself. What was the rational decision at this moment? Your fingers were caressing his chiseled jaw, unable to stop, and unsure if you wanted to be stopped.

Johnny finally kissed you, slow and sweet, and your hand clutched the material of his shirt as you eagerly replied. Rough palms cupped your ass and squeezed your curves, grinding his hips against yours and you moaned into his mouth, pleasure pooling deep inside as an ache began to throb between your legs. His mouth left yours to slowly trace a path down to your collarbone, deliberately leaving light love bites, making you whimper and push your chest against his hot mouth.

"Just say stop, and I'll stop," Johnny pulled back to search your glazed eyes, seeing nothing but lust reflected there. "But fuck me, I hope you don't," he breathed softly.

"Johnny," you gasped softly, relishing in the way he kissed you so passionately, his hard and toned body melting against your softer, curvier frame. Gazing deeply into the caramel depths of his eyes, your head was swimming and your heart was fluttering. Kissing Johnny, and kissing him harder, you decided you weren't stopping. 

Not now. 

Not anymore.

"I've wanted to do this ever since I laid eyes on you," Johnny groaned as he gently pushed the hem of your dress up until the lacy edges of your black underwear were on show. He ran his fingers along the seams and he teased you by rolling and palming a thumb against the wet silk covering your clit. The friction made you moan wantonly, bucking into his waiting hand.

"Me too," you admitted breathlessly as his fingers slipped past the lacy fabric. "I wanted you from the second I saw you." You couldn't stop the words tumbling out, high off the way his thick fingers worked between the slippery folds. He found your clit and drew small, light circles until you were gasping and squirming.

"Then stay with me," Johnny moaned, gripping your jaw tightly with his other free hand. 

"Like, right here?" You managed a laugh, gyrating your hips onto his fingers and crying out, reveling at how fantastic he felt as he continued to send soft tingles up and down your spine.

Johnny chuckled, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive patch of skin near your throat. Suddenly, you felt his thick fingers dip inside of you and the fullness made you buckle. Pressing your forehead against his shoulder, you breathed a few shaking breaths, barely registering the cool night air as he pumped into you languidly.

"Damn, why not," Johnny groaned, drawing back and grinning. You whined at the lack of his warmth and you were left wanting more. You buried your face into his neck, embarrassed at the display, kissing and licking his heated skin until a low hiss escaped through his teeth. In response, his pace increased as he found an extremely pleasurable spot.

Then, without warning, he withdrew and he lowered his hand and unbuckled his trousers, causing you to hold your breath. He pulled his zipper down and his boxers, releasing his thick, heavy cock, long and bobbing. You couldn't help but watch in lust and awe. Even as you glanced back up to him, you saw his gaze darkened and a sly, naughty smile dancing along his lips.

"Don't look so surprised," he spoke carefully, his hands gripping your waist firmly and moving you up into a better position. You obeyed without thinking, guided by his soft touches and gentle grip. Slipping your panties to the side, you steadied his length beneath you and easily sank yourself, moaning with pleasure and feeling almost high as he entered, stretching and filling you to the brim. The thickness alone sent shivers of delight coursing through your veins. You love the feeling of being filled by him. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so full. "I can make you feel so damn good."

"Oh god," was all you were able to gasp out, tilting your head back in wonderment. Johnny left one hand at the base of your spine to support you and bring you up and down as you rode him, ensuring your hips never lost pace, while the other rested against the back of your scalp, fingers burying into the silky strands of your hair as he tipped your head forward.

It was a slow yet intoxicating kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He let out a moan as your fingers delved into his hair, pulling tightly as his mouth moved to trace a soft line of butterfly kisses down your jaw and neck. You knew the power behind that kiss wasn't just the feeling of want, need and desire and it was the silent promise, a want for you and you alone.

In that moment, it felt like nothing in the entire world mattered except for this.

"You're driving me crazy," you let out. Never had you felt this passionate attraction towards someone, and you found the sensations overwhelming. Yet, rather than pull away, you yearned to have this and experience all of him.

"It's mutual," Johnny moaned against the flushed skin of your neck. And before you knew it, you let out an appreciative sigh as his hot tongue glided along the column of your throat, trailing down the front, teasingly across the top of your breasts and drawing patterns as his hand explored the soft mounds beneath.

"Don't stop," you panted as he thrust up into you harder, the friction, heat and passion mounting. His touch alone was enough to stimulate your senses beyond repair; you just couldn't fathom that someone could set your whole body on fire by simply touching, caressing and kissing you everywhere.

"I won't," Johnny replied, the arousal and desire clear as day across his striking features, pulling back his head to marvel at the way your body moved perfectly against his, the way you clenched around his cock and gripped his shoulder.

You grasped onto his broad shoulders and let yourself fall deeper into ecstasy as you both moved in unison. Johnny shifted slightly and his tip brushed against that wondrous sweet spot. The sudden contact forced a loud, shameless moan that escaped your lips, and you both chuckled and shared a gaze that spoke more than a thousand words.

Johnny's arms supported you as you shuddered and clenched around his hard member, finding the angle where you needed it most. Bouncing harder, faster, and leaning onto him, your hair grazed the side of his forehead as you both breathed heavily, sharing moans, gasps, and blissful sighs as you chased your high.

"Johnny... fuck..." you moaned, shutting your eyes tightly and breathing deeply.

"Be a good girl and cum for me," Johnny urged, and the need and desperation was clear in his voice as he moved one hand to stroke your sensitive, swollen clit. Your insides tensed and coiled, and your nails dug deeply into the warm, bare skin of his muscular arms. Reaching your peak, you moaned his name over and over like a broken mantra and seeing you come undone, Johnny let go as well and released a broken groan of pleasure, and with one final thrust, he emptied himself within.

Breathless, you rested your head on his shoulder. Both sweaty and trembling, Johnny allowed a grin to grow on his face. Before you could find a reply, he pulled you into another intimate, tender and gentle kiss. "We have all night, you know."

"What about your set? Shouldn't we go back soon?" You asked as you suddenly came back to earth, giggling slightly.

"They'll be fine. Yuta knows what he's doing," He smirked cheekily and slowly pulled out. Pulling your panties back in place, you smoothed your dress down and shifted off of his lap, sitting properly beside him. Johnny tucked himself back into his boxers and stood up with a smug, satisfied smile, grasping your hand and pulling you up. "Let's have tonight and not worry about tomorrow."

You bit your lip and nodded, allowing him to guide you to his bungalow and take you for a second round. And a third.

The following months had gone by quickly and you still couldn't get over the fling that happened between you and that irresistible DJ.

Sure it was just one night but the memory of the intimacy, the passion and the desire were still fresh in your mind. You thought often about that hot encounter as you still hadn't quite forgotten the night on the beach. It was still vivid and there would sometimes be moments when you would catch yourself daydreaming, mentally reliving the way his fingers and lips touched you, especially on quiet nights at the cafe with friends or during slow hours when business was dead.

Smiling as you relived the precious vacation with your friends, you flipped through the countless photos on your camera, laughing and sobbing, then giggling and feeling dumb. It had been half a year since you last saw Johnny, and it would probably be an entire year before you'd see him again. After all, he travelled the world all the time, bouncing from one stage to the next.

As soon as you returned to Seoul, reality settled. Life moved on, and it was business as usual. While it was fun, and an absolute dream to have had such an incredible and wild fling with a guy so hot and passionate, life changed after the memories faded into what really mattered.

You managed to find another job at an office, this time as a higher level administrative assistant, although that came with more responsibilities and deadlines and working longer hours than ever before. After all, bills didn't pay themselves and you would definitely need to splurge now that you were suddenly single again.

It was mid-afternoon when you settled into the seat next to Mira, chattering excitedly as she talked about a new club opening downtown. "Are you free tonight?" She asked hopefully, stirring her iced coffee.

"Maybe. I have loads of work," you frowned.

"Come on, doll. You and work. It's like you're an old married couple," Mira complained and sighed, seeing the deep frown on your face.

"I hate being an adult sometimes," you frowned, Sowon patting your back.

"Only sometimes?" Sowon joked dryly.

"Most of the time," you grinned. 

Jinhee pouted. "Will you please come with us? It will do you good to get out more. Do we have to drag you out again?"

"It's not good for the mind," Mira added wisely.

"I know. It's so boring and…" you started saying, until a dark shape passed the window. A large moving truck, boxes, and moving men. Some furniture. Looking outside, you noticed a man standing near the truck holding one end of a couch while another helper struggled with the other end. It didn't escape you that the man appeared huge in a way that made your breath hitch, and that familiar head of silky black hair.

He wore a deep blue silk shirt with a chunky white printed collar that didn't hide his golden skin, even from afar. The muscular frame of a well-built body underneath was easy to identify too, and somehow all those hot memories rushed back.

"Oh god," you muttered.

"Y/N? Y/N? Are you in there?" Jinhee chuckled. "Is everything alright? What are you staring at?"

"Oh my god!" You cried out, getting up from your seat and moving towards the cafe doors. Ignoring your confused friends' puzzled looks, you pushed open the doors and dashed out.

A lot of questions buzzed through your head, but the urgency to run and approach him was greater than anything else. Would it be bad if you ran right up to him and smothered him with kisses? Probably. Would it be bad if he rejected you? Definitely. And... would he even remember you?

"Hey," a gruff voice said softly from behind.

You jumped, letting out a surprised yelp as you whipped your head around. Upon seeing his face close up again, you were instantly hit by a sudden wave of hot memories. Heat made its way up to your face and you blushed from embarrassment.

How could anyone forget that face? It had been six months, but you would recognize it anywhere. Those beautiful, brown eyes gazing at you, tender and hopeful. That full mouth, making all sorts of naughty promises. And his thick locks, disheveled and sexy.

How did he look as perfect as that one night you met him? You had no idea. Maybe everything was just a dream. It was definitely too good to be true. But here, seeing him again... somehow everything felt right, like the gears had clicked into place. His simple presence eased the loneliness in your heart, and it only made you long for him more than ever.

"Hi," you replied weakly, suddenly aware of your fast heartbeat.

Johnny grinned widely, walking closer to you as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "What's wrong? It's like you've seen a ghost."

"Oh. Just wondering if I would run away. Or hug you. Either one," you managed to grin, blushing harder. The smell of him and the way his scent lingered around you felt comfortable and nostalgic. The warmth was a familiarity that you had no idea you craved again until it happened, and you wanted to fall headfirst back into it.

"Well, are you going to do either one? I wouldn't mind the second," there was a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Hmm..."

Johnny couldn't help but laugh as he stepped forward again, approaching your still form. Then, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him and hugging you.

"Yeah, this feels more like it," Johnny's voice vibrated through him, his touch alone bringing up overwhelming, vivid flashbacks. It was almost as if time had stopped in that small space, and everything blurred out of focus and only your mind processed his scent, his warmth, and his embrace. "Miss me?"

You clutched his shirt tightly and leaned your cheek against the hard muscles beneath, giggling madly at the sudden flurry of happiness enveloping you. "I can't believe you're here."

"Surprise," he laughed.

"I had no idea you were moving out here. Since when did you put down roots? With... neighbors and paying taxes and everything? I didn't think it was your style," you said curiously, pulling back to admire him up close.

"It's definitely not," Johnny snorted. "But I told you I moved around too much and thought the constant living out of a suitcase was finally getting to me."

"Is that so?" you said.

Johnny tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Well, I had to put down the roots somewhere."

"And that led you here," you breathed. "Are you close?"

Johnny looked up at the building behind him. "Just moved into the building right here. Third floor, 18C."

"Really? I live on the sixth floor. Apartment 23B" your heart skipped a beat.

"Damn, that's close too," he mused.

"Very," you let out a small laugh. "The odds..."

"Life can be amusing," Johnny chuckled, his big hand closing around yours. "After meeting you, I got to thinking about priorities. Wondered what the future looked like. Then, I thought about you. Maybe being just a bit self-indulgent can't be that bad, huh?"

"Nope. It definitely isn't," you giggled, gripping his hand tightly. Gazing up into the pool of rich, dark caramel, a warm fuzzy sensation pooled deep inside your stomach.

"Your friends are staring," Johnny whispered in your ear, making your knees weak.

Looking over his shoulder, you saw the three women watching your exchange. They averted their gaze quickly and all of them suddenly had a keen interest in their coffee. Your entire face warmed in a crimson blush and you hid your face against his chest again, smelling that wonderful musk and spice coming off him.

"Let's give them a show," he laughed, dipping his head down to kiss you, ignoring your small protests, holding you tightly as you giggled against his lips.

"What are we doing?" you murmured against his lips, kissing him back. "Are we really doing this again?"

"Something like that," Johnny grinned back. "But this time, with more nights and mornings."

"And everything else in between?" You added jokingly.

Johnny shrugged and pretended to frown. "Unfortunately."

"Good. You wouldn't want to get rid of me now, would you?" You teased, draping your arms around his neck.

The grin returned. "Hell no. One night was never enough."

There was no response or argument, no hesitation. He had shown up back into your life, having been hundreds and thousands of miles away, and it didn't seem at all far-fetched now as he stood here with his arms wrapped firmly around you.

It may have seemed sudden, or fast, or simply just impulsive and reckless, but it didn't feel wrong, and at least for this moment, nothing was going to change the fact that it felt very, very right. A rush of happiness engulfed you and your heart was lighter than it ever had been in a very long time.

And this, this, was undeniably where you wanted to be.

[softsunnyy]

Kinnie with the Canucks ! ♡

you're filming a silly trend, a "mini-blog" of your son going to a Canucks game to watch his dad play. But seeing him so happy makes you think, and all you can focus on is him.

i started writing this a while ago and just remembered i never finished it, so here it is. Btw, the nickname is a short way of saying "pumpkin", bc i love that nickname and i already thought of a whole reason behind it. Also, i was inspired by this and this video + i was listening to "Love Story" while finishing it

i can make this a series if y´all want.

from the moment your little one got mic'd up, he started babbling and trying to narrate as best he could. And to make him feel more comfortable, they asked you to be the one recording him. So the boy constantly looks at you, talking about how excited he is to see his dad play.

now, this isn't strange or new to him; in fact, it's quite common. But it's always a new experience, and you know that Quinn's little copy idolizes him more than anything in this world, and he experiences every game as if it were Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final.

you unconsciously smile at how easily he talks about the place, showing the spectators around, the outside of the locker room, everything, and then makes his way to his special seat, near the glass, where he can watch the game up close.

“dad’s coming out any minute, we’ll see if i can get a puck,” he said, mouthing the words in a funny way, his cheeks flushed, his smile exactly like Quinn’s. Behind the camera, your heart melts once again, knowing your husband would give him every puck and every stick in the game if his little one asked.

you hear him talk, but all you can look at is him. His hair, his cheeks, his smile. His sweet chuckle, and the way he moves his head when he talks. The way now his big and bright eyes focus on the rink instead of the camera.

you used to jokingly comment about how you spent months carrying him for him to end up being an exact copy of Quinn. But it’s true. And he’s more than happy and proud to look just like him.

when your little one first became interested in hockey, you should have seen it coming. Of course he wants to play defense. Of course he wants to be the best.

he’s fast, he’s very agile. And everyone knows what he wants.

“i wanna play like dad when i grow up. He’s so cool,” he smiled. And at that moment, the players came out for warmups. Your little boy sat on the edge of his seat, more attentive than ever, and Quinn was quick to find you, quickly going to the glass, hitting it with his stick, smiling when his son laughed, tapping the glass with one of his little hands.

Quinn didn’t even have to hear the question; he immediately went to get a puck, tossing it over the glass, and you had to be careful, catching it and passing it to your son, trying to capture the moment without moving the camera too much.

you hear a few people around you making “aww” sounds, watching the moment when mini Hughes smiles, his face lighting up even more.

he’s like a little fan, even though he sees his dad almost every day, and when Quinn is away, they spend hours talking on facetime, no matter how tired both are.

and no matter how much time passes, you know he'll still be this obsessed.

as the game progresses, he starts yapping and just talking, talking about how good his dad is, how he's the star of the team, and how much he loves his uncles, Quinn's friends. You smile, listening and trying to pay attention to the plays. You know it was originally meant to be a mini-blog, something they could post on tiktok for the Canucks' account, but you can't tell him to stop, or just cut the recording. Not when he's talking so happily, so excitedly, melting your heart. You know this should be seen, that everyone should get this dose of cuteness, even if it's a thousand-hour video.

and when it's Quinn who scores a goal? oh god, he screams and jumps, and you're sure he's the loudest. The people around congratulate him, knowing who he is, and making his smile even bigger, to the point where his cheeks cramp and his eyes are barely visible.

your heart aches; you wanna see him this happy forever, because it's all he deserves. And you love that it's Quinn who brings all of that to him, because it happens to you too. From the moment you met him, he's always been the first to make you smile, to be there for you every moment, to make you feel safe and increasingly confident. Quinn has always been your sunshine, and it feels right that he also is for your son, the fruit of your intense love for each other.

after the game, you walk behind him, who takes short, quick steps, trying to reach the locker room and see his dad. As the others leave, they pat him on the head, then wave to you and the camera. Happy with this victory.

when Quinn comes out of the locker room, he barely manages to bend down, reaching his son's level just as he throws himself into his arms. You see them laugh, do a little spin, and you know that all of that can be heard in the video through the microphone. Joy and love, in their purest and most beautiful state.

“hi, Kinnie,” your husband laughed, saying one of his son’s many nicknames, securing him in his arms before walking over to you, giving you a small peck. “Hi.”

“hi, dad,” your son replied. Then Quinn noticed the camera, and you paused for a moment to explain, watching him nod before looking down at his tiny copy. “Did you enjoy the game? i think mom recorded you yapping.”

“i was paying attention! i was just telling ´hem about the game,” he tried to defend himself, slightly blushing. “Mommy wasn’t even paying attention,” he said this time, making you both laugh.

when the video was posted, everyone was asking for the extended version, knowing that the video had been edited to fit on tiktok, so soon everyone could enjoy the full version on youtube as well.

thousands of comments talking about how mini Hughes inherited his dad's yapping, or how similar they are, and how loved he is.

and even though you try not to expose him too much on social media, videos of him in his little-games sometimes go viral, because of the way he skates, perfecting skills that many kids his age can't do yet; or videos of him "training" in the summer with his dad, his uncles, and his grandparents, in a family full of success, talent, and love.

everyone knows that little Hughes is the most loved, and that his future is bright, surrounded by people who will help him become a star. They even talk about how he'll be better than Quinn.

and you love it, you love knowing that he´s loved, that he's supported. You love knowing that you chose the perfect man, and that he gave you the ideal family. Because the bad days don't matter when the day ends and you all cuddle on the couch again. Because the good days will remain in your memories for years.

because no one will love you both the way Quinn does, and no one will love him the way you two love him.

and the internet is here to see that.