#james bong smut

[ha1taniwh0re]

What a night

Request from @hai-kbai <3

Fandom: Moriarty the patriot

Character:Irene Adler x fem reader

Warning: (dom)Irene, (sub)reader, modern AU, fingering, oral, cum, vibrator, lesbian sex

"Do I have to?" I asked.

"oh come on (name) you need some fun in your life" Alica said.

"Yeah all you do is work let someone do you babe" Bella said.

"Ugh alright" I said.

"Okey so we know you don't have any club clothes so we bought some for you" Bella said and showed me bag.

(outfit1-you, outfit2-irene)

"Amm are you sure about this?" I asked.

"OMG YOU LOOK SO SEXY" Alice said.

"We are getting free drinks tonight" Bella said.

After we finished our makeup and everything we went to some fancy club. When you are women you can go everywhere even some rich private club. When we got inside I already knew I won't like it there.

/two hours later/

"Can we go now?" I asked.

"Noo it's fun babe" Bella said.

I rolled my eyes and than I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I looked to left to see who is the person and I saw a boy maybe a year or two older than me.

"My boss called you to VIP room" he said and showed to VIP room.

I looked up and saw a blonde man in suit with glass of wine in his hand smiling at me and waving. I gave him wave and fake smile.

"Im sorry but Im with my two friends I can't leave them"

"He said that you can bring them too"

"We are going for sure, lead us to door" Alice said.

I didn't get a chance to say something because they dragged me to VIP room. When we entered that boy didn't enter with us but we met with other people. There was big sofa and there were 3 man and... 1 women?

"Hii there" a blonde man from before said with smile.

"We appreciate your offer for this but we should get home you know" I said with scared smile.

I heard someone laughing. It was that women.

"Relax love, we called you here to chat and have fun nothing more. It's not what you think, but if you want that we can figure something out" she said and looked at me from bottom to top.

I felt my cheeks burning.

"Irene don't scare her more" a brunette man said.

She smiled at me and went to pure more wine.

"Hi my name is Albert, this two blondes are my younger brothers William and Louis, this man is Moran and lady who spoke to you is Irene"

"Im Alice, this is Bella and one who spoke to you guys is (name)"

"(Name)? What a lovely name sweetie" Irene said.

"Irene we know that you like her but let her to relax first, she got scared" Louis said and took a sip of his wine.

Irene came and gave us a glass of wine.

"You like me?" I asked.

"Yeah why? Does it makes you uncomfortable? You don't like girls?"

"I have never kissed a girl to know if I like them but it doesn't make me uncomfortable. It's just I never heard that someone like me"

"Damn baby it's someone else's loss than because you are hell fine"

"Irene relax a bit" Moran said.

"Fine" she rolled her eyes.

She is hot while doing it.

"You like how she rolls her eyes huh (nickname)?" William asked.

Oh shit they caught me. Irene looked at me with smirk. She layed me down on sofa and got on top of me.

"Oh so you like me too"

I looked at her face, eyes, lips and than I felt something on my lips. She kissed me. I started to kissed her back.

"Woah there get a room Irene" Moran said when he paused kissing Alice.

"Sure" she said and took my hand.

We got out of room and went to some room. When she closed the door next second I felt my back on wall and my legs around her waist. We started kissing. My hands were around her neck while her hands were grabbing my ass. She took us to bed and started to undress me. Because of my outfit she didn't had much to take off. I released that she didn't take off my skirt when I wanted to take it off she grabbed my arm.

"Leave it you look so sexy with that skirt on"

That sentence turned me on more. I smirked and started to undress her. When we were both nacked she started kissing me but than I felt something inside me and that were her fingers.

"OH MY GOD" I moaned into her mouth.

"You like it babe?"

I nodded and she smirked. After just two minutes I cane on her fingers and it was the best orgasam I ever had. I rolled us and started to eat her.

"Oh shit you know what you are doing" she said and put her hand on my head to pull me closer.

She didn't take much to cum too. I thought that we were finished but than she got a dildo from somewhere.

"Ready babe?"

I nodded and she put it inside, but thing I didn't know it wasn't dildo but vibrator.

"Oh shit"

I took her by waist and put her on my face. While I was eating and fingering her she was messing with me.

"Oh shit Im close"

"Come on baby, cum on my face"

That was a button and she came on my face, I ate all her cum.

"Now you" she said and went down on me.

Vibrations and her tongue were enough to make me cum.

"OMG IRENE!!"

She ate all my cum and went to kiss me. We were cuddling.

"I know that we don't know each other for a day but do you want to be my girlfriend?" She asked.

"YESSS!!" I said.

[sunshineyuyu]

princess treatment (j. yh)

★ summary: you have a crush on jongho, but he’s chatting up someone else. so, you end up getting high and hooking up with yunho instead. ★ pairing: yunho x f!reader ★ genre: college, smut (mdni!) ★ word count: 4.3k ★ tags/warnings: weed & alcohol consumption, yunho calls reader princess, high sex, piv sex (with a condom!), vaginal fingering, spanking, choking, slight dom/sub undertones, ig under-negotiated kink?, big dick!yunho, yunho manhandles reader, yunho is taller than reader, yunho has tattoos lol, dirty talk, intentionally lowercase ★ notes: this is the prequel to the jongho fic chained and the final “part” of this series! yunho from chained was just a lil too hot for me to not write something for him too! let me know if i missed any warnings!! ofc beta’d by the bestie @starhwas-bunny ★ masterlist | read on ao3 | chained (jongho sequel)

you look so hot tonight. you’re wearing your new favorite top—with a deep deep cut that makes your chest the center of attention—and a pair of jeans that you know makes your ass look good.

all of this to hopefully attract the attention of one choi jongho, who you’ve been crushing on for the better half of the semester, since san introduced you to him. he’s built and tan and nice and smart and sexy.

and he’s currently leaning against a wall—cradling a red solo cup and swirling its contents like he’s james fucking bond or something—and chatting up some pretty blonde girl.

you practically feel smoke coming out of your ears as you stare at the two of them—the way jongho leans forward so that he can hear the girl amidst the blaring sounds of somebody come get her, she’s dancing like a stripper. ryujin puts a hand on your shoulder and the warmth of her palm makes you realize how tense you are. she shoves a beer into your hand.

“forget about him, honey,” she says. “he’s not worth it.”

“it’s not like he’s a fuckboy,” you whine, struggling to crack open the can with your recently cut nails. ryujin takes pity on you and opens it for you. you take a deep drink from it before wiping the edge of your mouth with your wrist. “he’s nice. he brought homemade coffee to class for me the other day.”

“mmm,” ryujin says. “i know, honey, but no boy is worth it. c’mon, let’s go play rage cage.”

you let ryujin pull you away to a different room, where the birthday girl yeji is parading around on wooyoung’s shoulders while spraying everyone with bubbly champagne. you don’t even really know yeji—she’s an acquaintance of an acquaintance, but you came because you wanted an excuse to get drunk and look hot and get jongho’s attention, only two of which you’ve managed to succeed in.

you finish the beer at an alarming rate and crush it in your fist.

“i’m gonna go get some air,” you say. “i’m not really feeling rage cage right now.”

“i’ll come with you,” ryujin says.

you venture to a different part of the house, trying to locate the stairs back down to ground level, but instead spotting a balcony. ryujin follows you here, where up close you realize it’s not empty.

the balcony is big—big enough to have several foldable lawn chairs strewn around, all occupied by various zooted-adjacent individuals. you and ryujin find a small opening against the railing, and you push up against it to feel the wind blow against your hair.

“men are shit,” you proclaim, apropos to nothing.

“men are shit,” ryujin agrees.

“you wanna smoke?” this voice is new, and it doesn’t belong to ryujin. it comes from your other side, and you turn slowly to appraise the person it originates from.

he’s holding a blunt out to you, a small thin thing between his thumb and pointer finger.

it’s jeong yunho. 

you don’t really know yunho, but you know him enough. he’s a friend of seonghwa’s, which means you’ve seen him at enough parties—been shoved next to him during rage cage, had him hold your hair back while you took a bong hit. he’s tall, with soft black hair, and has a tattoo of a dragon curled around his right forearm. there’s a perpetual lazy look to him—a smirk always playing at his lips.

he’s attractive, and he’s offering you a smoke from his blunt. you don’t think twice before you’re stepping closer, pressing your lips against the end of the blunt and inhaling. a low tsk comes from ryujin, but you focus on letting the sour smoke fill your lungs, all while you maintain eye contact with yunho.

“ryujin,” you say, coughing a little since it’s been a while since you’ve taken a direct hit. “can you get me some water?”

ryujin gives another tsk, but then you shoot her a look that she understands in an instance, and she slips away to “get you some water.”

you turn back to yunho.

“you looked like you needed it,” yunho says, taking a pull from the blunt and then blowing the smoke back out. 

you hum lightly, crossing your arms from both the night chill and because you know it makes your tits look better.

“you’re right.”

yunho holds the blunt back out to you, right in front of your mouth. you take another hit. this time you close your eyes and you breathe it back out, letting your head fall back and your hair hang loose.

“it’s nice,” you say. “thank you.”

“anytime,” yunho says.

you continue the back and forth of the blunt a few times, until you’re starting to really feel it, which is good because the blunt is practically finished, yunho barely pinching onto it after your puff.

“last one,” yunho says, a little breathy, and eyes more hooded than usual. 

on this last one, you meet yunho’s half-gaze and blow the smoke directly into his face. he’s closer than you really remember him being, but you don’t mind. he’s big and he blocks the wind. he flicks the stub of the blunt onto the ground, grinding it with the toe of his shoe. he raises his head back up to you.

“that was hot,” he says.

“i’ve always wanted to have high sex,” you say.

“i can make that happen,” he says.

he leads you to the stairs, down them, and out the front door with a surprising amount of clarity. meanwhile, you’re letting the sound of whatever chainsmokers song is playing drag you back to your high school days. an uber appears out of seemingly mid-air, and you’re suddenly in the backseat of a sedan. yunho’s shoving the armrest into the backseat and pulling you into him.

the ride is smooth, and you take it in turns to focus on different things. first, the dulcet sounds of a jazzy trumpet, fragmented and dusty because of the car’s worn speakers. second, the rushing of lights in the windows, leaving behind trails of white, yellow, a smear of blue.

finally, yunho’s hand on your waist, his thumb rubbing soft circles in that sliver of skin between your top and your jeans. it’s nice, makes you feel warm. you press deeper into his chest, your hand pressed into the cotton of his shirt.

he leads you up to his apartment and throws his keys into a ceramic bowl near the front door. 

“do you want water?” he asks, heading towards the kitchen like you hadn’t propositioned him fifteen minutes ago after sharing a blunt together.

“yeah,” you admit, when the full feeling of cotton mouth hits you.

after several gulps of the most delicious filtered water you’ve ever had, yunho’s crowding you into the countertop. he towers over you, but that works because you like feeling small, overpowered.

“you sure about this?” he asks, and if you weren’t high you would’ve said something about appreciating the ask for consent. instead, you lock your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your height and pressing your lips against his.

the kiss is immediately intense, his tongue roving against yours, while his hands—jesus, they’re massive—press into your sides, palms hot and fingers digging.

“yes,” you say.

he picks you up effortlessly, and you manage to wrap your legs around his torso as he carries you into his room. he sets—no, throws—you down onto the mattress. you bounce a little and fall backwards onto the pillows. you’re getting ready to bite out a retort at being tossed aside so roughly when you see his face: calm, emotionless, but a distinct darkness in his eyes.

“fuck.” you mean it as a breath, but it comes out like a moan. 

yunho pounces.

he kisses you briefly, before descending to your neck, your collarbone. he’s pushing your top off your shoulder, mouthing at the flesh at the top of your breast.

“take it— take it off,” you say.

yunho obliges, sitting back to push your top up past your chest and over your head. he lingers there for a little longer, eyes running over your tits and your nipples hardening under his heavy gaze.

“hot,” he says. “you’re so fucking hot.”

“touch me,” you say.

he obliges, palming your tits and pinching your nipples. rolling them between his fingers and revelling at the way you keen under his touch. 

“sensitive?” he says, all breathy while watching you.

“y- yes,” you say. “the- the weed—”

“mmm, yeah, i know what you mean.”

you reach down to the button of your jeans, but yunho catches your hands and lifts them above your head. he presses into it, hovering over you.

“i’ll take care of you, princess,” he says. “be patient.”

this pulls a squeak out of you. the assertive tone, the pet name, combined with the way that it only takes one of his hands to lock your wrists in place—it’s new to you, but you’re suddenly so fucking desperate to get out of your pants.

the unoccupied hand goes to your jeans, and you close your eyes, as yunho deftly unbuttons it, but drags down the zipper slowly to reveal your mildly scandalous underwear: red and lacy with a little bow.

yunho whistles. “y/n. that’s kinda sexy.”

he releases your wrists to use both hands to slide your legs out of your jeans. he goes slow, trailing behind his hands with his lips, which leave a scorching trail of lazy kisses. he’s looking at you as he goes, his eyes never wavering. you almost blush from the heat of his glare.

“you shy?” yunho teases, reaching up to palm one of your tits. 

“no,” you say. “just- just ready.”

“mmm,” yunho says. “i told you, princess. be patient.”

in an instant, you’re suddenly on your stomach, bouncing again. your waist feels a little tender from where he gripped you hard to turn you over, and your head feels a little woozy from the sudden movement, but then you feel yunho tapping on the outside of your thigh.

“up.” one word, one syllable, but coated in dominance, and you’re on your knees in an instant, ass up.

“fuck, that’s a nice view,” you hear yunho say, and you feel his hands splay out on your cheeks. he squeezes a little and chuckles.

slap! 

you fall onto the mattress, arms slow to catch yourself. did he—? did he just smack your ass? the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done in bed was some light hair pulling, but you’re finding that you don’t mind the buzzing you feel in your ass right now.

in fact—

“oh.” it comes out like a whine, and yunho hisses in satisfaction.

“you like that, huh, princess?” yunho says, his voice low.

“mm.” you can’t manage words.

“good,” he says, but even then you can’t anticipate the next slap. it’s harsher this time, and you jerk from the touch. “gonna make ur ass red to match those panties.”

it’s filthy. the way he’s talking. you’ve only heard talk like this in porn, and you’d always thought it was overly scripted. but yunho’s just talking, eliciting tiny squeaks and squeals of surprise from you that you also have only heard in porn and thought was fake.

“p- please,” you say, lower lip trembling a little. you finally chance a look back at yunho, and you find him still completely clothed, kneeling on the bed behind you with his hands on your hips.

“please what?” yunho says, smirking.

“touch me,” you gulp.

“where?”

“here.” before you can overthink it you’re taking his much bigger hand and moving it to your core, to where your underwear is already soaked. 

“okay, princess,” yunho says. “since you asked nicely.”

he starts rubbing your clit over the fabric of your underwear, a feathery touch that still makes you shudder. his other hand slides up your back and settles between your shoulder blades, pressing you down into the mattress.

“stay still, okay?”

you whimper in response, because soon he’s pushing aside the crotch of your panties, teasing the pad of his finger at your dripping entrance.

and then he’s pushing not one, but two long fingers into you. the first thrust is slow, and you can feel your walls pulsing around the digits. the second, third, fourth thrusts are hard and fast, and his hand on your back is bruising.

“fuck,” yunho hisses. “so wet and tight, princess.”

“hnng,” is your reply, because yunho is hitting that spot in the back, and your thighs are quivering.

“turn around,” yunho commands. “i want to see you when you cum.”

you scramble to follow his direction, flipping onto your back and pulling your knees closer into you. yunho shoves fingers into your mouth before you have a chance to say anything, and you suck on instinct, lapping at his fingers and tasting yourself on them.

“fuck,” yunho says, and then he withdraws the fingers and pushes them back into your cunt. you stare down at his hand, at his arm—the one with the dragon tattoo wrapped around. at how the scales of the dragon dance with the veins of his forearm as he pistons his fingers into you.

you’re a babbling mess of whines and coos and squeals, and suddenly yunho’s other hand flies up to your throat.

“this okay?” yunho asks quietly. his voice is low, like he’s trying to be sultry, but you can tell he’s watching carefully to see your response.

this is new. you’ve never done this before. you’ve seen it, heard about it. 

you like it.

you nod, and yunho smirks.

his grip is loose, but this new pressure on your throat makes you a little dizzy, a little lightheaded, and makes the fluttering in your stomach speed up. both your hands come up to grip his arm, to feel the muscle beneath your fingers.

“i’m- i’m close,” you croak.

“good.” and yunho picks up the pace, fucking his fingers into you until you feel that crest of nerve endings exploding. your back arches, your head falls back, your eyes close—the feeling ten times more intense than usual because of the weed in your system.

you collapse against the bed, breathing heavily and clenching around his fingers.

“fuck,” yunho whispers. “that was hot.”

he’s perched over you now, a hand on your cheek brushing your sweaty locks out of your face. he kisses your neck, softly.

“i- i want—” you have to pause to catch your breath.

“yeah, princess?” he grins at you.

“this,” you say, your hand cupping the very apparent tent in his pants. this takes yunho by surprise. he jerks, but your hand remains. you experiment with palming him a little, feeling how firm his cock is. how big it feels even under the thick strain of his pants.

“yeah?” he says.

“yes,” you say. “please.”

“ok, princess.”

he reaches behind his head to pull his shirt off by the collar. you blanch at the sight of his torso. lean, lithe muscle. another tattoo along the top of his ribcage that you’ve never seen before. black calligraphy strokes that spell out something in what you think is japanese.

“what does it say?” you say, before you can stop yourself. you run your fingers along the words, touch soft.

“nana korobi, ya oki,” he says, equally softly. “it means ‘fall down seven times, get up eight.’”

“it’s beautiful,” you say.

“not as beautiful as you,” yunho says, and he tugs your underwear down from your hips and off your legs. you suddenly remember exactly what you’d asked for.

“so. fucking. beautiful,” he continues, undoing his belt and throwing it aside. he unbuttons his jeans and pulls them halfway down his thighs. there’s a small wet patch on his briefs, but those are soon pulled down too to reveal—

he’s big. long but not too thick. the head of his cock flushed red and leaking pre-cum.

you feel your mouth inexplicably fill with saliva.

“you’re- you’re—”

“you can do it, princess,” he says, kicking off his briefs and jeans the rest of the way. “you can take it.”

you nod obediently.

he reaches over you for his bedside drawer, returning with a silver foil condom packet and a little plastic bottle of lube. he tears the condom open with his teeth, spitting out the corner and then rolling the thing down his length. you lay back, eyes up to the ceiling. you hear the distinct pop of the lube cap, hear a liquid sort of noise, and then you feel his fingers again. cold and a little slimy, probing at your entrance and briefly nudging at your sensitive clit.

“you ready?” he says, lining himself up.

“mm.”

he pushes in slowly, and it takes all of your willpower not to clench instinctively. he groans while he slides into you, and the pace allows you to feel every inch of him. the stretch is difficult at first, but the further in he gets, the less control he has and soon, he bottoms out.

“you can- you can move,” you say.

“don’t have to tell me twice, princess.”

yunho’s hands find your waist, grip it hard, and then he pulls back and thrusts in again, but still slow. you can feel his eyes on you, making sure his size doesn’t overwhelm you. as he builds up his pace, his hips snap against yours, filling the room with positively lewd sounds that combine with his deep breathing and grunts and your whimpers and whines.

he fucks you into the mattress, stretching you so deliciously.

you find one of his hands and lead it up to your throat. yunho’s eyes widen, but he wraps those long, perfect fingers around your neck, grip tighter this time.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, princess,” yunho says. “taking my cock like that. such a good fucking girl—fuck!”

you’re overstimulated, but in the best way. lightheaded from the choking, sensitive everywhere from the weed, and so turned on from yunho’s praise. you close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked.

as yunho pounds into you, he starts cooing and moaning about how good you look, how good you sound, how good you feel.

“yeah? you like that, princess? yeah—let me hear you. tell me how good i’m fucking you. fuck—your pussy is perfect. like you were fucking made for me. such a perfect princess.”

you can’t tell if you’re close to another orgasm, or if this is just all one long extended orgasm. all you know is that your body is buzzing with pleasure, and you feel really fucking good.

eventually, yunho’s thrusts grow faster and more erratic. he gives one final push and stays buried in you, chest rising and falling.

he pulls out slowly, checking to make sure the condom worked.

“fuck, that was good,” he says, breathless.

“yeah,” you agree, boneless.

yunho swings his legs over the side of the bed, taking off the condom and tying it up before throwing it into a trash can. you’re a bit miffed that he is already fully operational, while you feel like you had all of your inner organs rearranged.

“give me a sec, princess,” he says, as he tugs on a pair of sweatpants. “i’ll get you some water and get you cleaned up. just relax.”

your head still feels a little woozy, but you slowly come back to your senses as you hear yunho bustle around outside. finally, he comes back into the room guzzling a chilled bottle of water. he recaps it and hands it to you. you drink deeply as you feel yunho wipe at your thighs with something warm and wet. the cool water reinvigorates your throat after having yunho’s hand pressed against it. 

“you good?” he says. “i wasn’t too hard or anything?”

“no,” you say. “no, it was good. i liked it.”

“good girl,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting your head. it’s mildly patronizing, and but you’re to tired to retort back. 

he shifts deeper onto the bed to lean back against the headboard, running his fingers along your spine. it’s relaxing and—together with the water—helps you ground yourself as you feel the last remnants of weed and arousal fog clear from your mind.

“you like jongho, right?” he asks, apropos to nothing.

you choke. you spend the next few seconds spluttering and coughing while yunho rubs your back soothingly.

“i don’t- why are you—?”

“that’s why you were all sad at first, right?” yunho says. “on the balcony?”

you stare at him, finally able to breathe properly.

“yeah,” you say quietly. “but it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me.”

yunho hums. “i don’t know about that—” and he pinches your back when you open your mouth to protest “—but i don’t mind being your fuck buddy while you get over him.”

you purse your lips. truth be told it was good sex, but your… thing for jongho isn’t something that you can just get over with a couple good fucks and some weed. you don’t know how to tell yunho—someone you’ve only really ever been around either drunk or high or both—about pulling all-nighters with jongho to finish your homework together, sleepy and giggly and delirious; or how he knows your coffee order without ever having asked; or the way his eyes crinkle when you show him a funny meme.

so, you settle with a small smile and a peck to yunho’s jaw.

“i’ll consider it,” you say, and you get up to start redressing. you’re sobering up properly now, and the flimsy top you’d been wearing before feels a little scandalous for your current mental state. after hesitating briefly, you grab yunho’s discarded top and put it on.

“well shit, when you do stuff like that,” yunho says, running his eyes over how his shirt dwarfs you.

“i’m- i’m cold,” you mutter.

yunho just laughs, ruffling his hair.

“hey—you hungry?”

he takes you to the 24/7 burger joint just outside his apartment, harsh fluorescent lights and greasy air doing their best to sober you up even more. he orders and pays for you, while you slide into a corner booth to avoid anyone seeing how utterly fucked out you look: hair in a messy bun to hide the knots, body swimming in yunho’s shirt, mascara smeared under your eyes, and hand constantly on your neck to cover up the massive hickey you discovered while peeing—when had yunho even given it to you?

yunho scoots into the seat opposite you with a handful of napkins and a little paper cup of spicy ketchup. after you receive your tray of food, you and yunho spend the next fifteen minutes talking about the basics when you both realize that you don’t know much about each other.

it’s easy to talk to yunho, whose light chuckles and lazy smiles are comforting. while you might not take him up on the fuck buddy proposal, you just might keep him around as a friend.

you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket, and you reach for it to see a text from san, asking if you’re okay.

to: san

[1:40 AM] yeah i’m good

[1:40 AM] actually can u come pick me up. i’m at the burger place on 8th.

from: san

[1:42 AM] yeah omw

you slip the phone back into your jeans while you sip on your soda.

“san’s coming to get me,” you tell yunho.

“oh, cool,” yunho says. “yeah i was gonna offer to take you home or something—it’s so late.”

you hum, warming in appreciation for yunho’s intent. he really isn’t a bad guy—not that you’d thought that before. he’s always been a neutral acquaintance, but you’re really starting to enjoy his company now.

“thanks,” you say. “for the food, and—the other stuff.” 

yunho laughs.

“you’re cute,” he says, tapping the tip of your nose with a greasy finger. you dab at it with a crinkly brown napkin.

ten minutes later, your phone vibrates again to indicate that san is outside in a silver uber. you thank yunho again, and even give him a quick peck on the corner of his lips, your face flaming as you turn away from him to leave the diner.

when you throw open the door of the car, you find not san, but—

choi jongho, stuffed into the backseat with a slight flush on his cheeks and a loose grin. you stare at him, and he stares back. the only empty seat is in the middle.

“scoot,” you say.

“i’m too big for the middle seat,” he says, but he doesn’t make any moves to exit the vehicle to give you the space to slide into the car. you nudge him. “just climb over me.”

a low string of curses leave your mouth as you reluctantly clamber around his big frame and into the middle seat, where you finally see san sitting on the other side. you’re so preoccupied with greeting him and thanking him for coming to get you that you don’t notice jongho’s eyes narrowing at the shirt you’re wearing—yunho’s.

“you coming to our place or going home?” san asks.

the words your place are on the tip of your tongue when you look back at jongho, noticing now a small red bruise blossoming just under his jaw. this causes you to snap a hand to your own hickey, which you hope is hidden by the shadows.

“home,” you say quietly. “ryujin’s probably waiting for me.”

the uber starts up again, and you lean your head back onto the headrest, determinedly avoiding jongho’s gaze. you know that you just went off to hook-up with someone random, but it doesn’t sting any less that apparently jongho was doing exactly the same thing.

at that moment, your phone lights up with a new text.

from: unknown number

[1:59 am] hmu whenever, princess ;)

continued in chained (c. jh)!

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Hey Pal, Wanna Get High?

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by Jkmac3

Bucky plans for the perfect evening and wants to try something new. Of course he's got to get his best fella involved.

Words: 4627, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Captain America Steve Rogers - Character, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes - Character, Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, A/B/O, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe A/B/O, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Bucky Barnes, Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, pot smoking, clints bong collection, Explicit Sex, Anal Sex, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

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[maraudereestauderelb]

High

A Remus Lupin smut Imagine

Imagine you are getting high with your boyfriend Remus and the rest of the Marauders…

Please Note: Smoking weed is illegal in many countries and we’re not trying to promote it. It’s just fiction.

Masterlist

“I swear this is the most amazing pizza I have ever had!”, James moaned passionately and looked at the slice of pizza in his hand like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “That’s what you’re saying every week, James!”, Sven giggled toking. “But it keeps getting better and better!”, the former Gryffindor assured him completely stoned and added: “A pity Wormtail is not leaving much for the rest of us!” The moment his name was mentioned Peter looked up from behind the pizza box on his lap, two slices of Pizza in his hands and his mouth full.

“Oh Pete and his munchies!”, Greg laughed who had been caught up in a deep, deep conversation with Remus about the possibility of aliens taking over the world, Remus favourite topic when he was high. “Did you ever try to lick your elbow?”, the Scandinavian man asked suddenly and shook his head disappointed: “I just can’t do it!” “If you really believe in it, you can!”, James assured him and moaned again after he had taken another bite of his pizza. “It’s really a pity Y/N’s friend isn’t here today! I would have love to meet her!” “Greg, she’s just going through a tough time”, James explained and suddenly Sven started laughing: “Of course she is! Her sister died! Mate, her little sister”, he giggled uncontrollably: “That’s so absurd! So messed up!”

They were all sitting together in Sven’s flat. It had really surprised Y/N when she really became friends with two of her muggle neighbours after she had left Hogwarts. But they got along pretty well…especially after Sirius had found out that Sven was dealing with drugs. Leading to their weekly “Pizza-Mondays”.

“She’ll deal with it!”, Peter said self-confident while he grabbed for another joint. “Pete, remember you gotta pay for those!”, Sven laughed but the smallest boy just shrugged. “Yes, she’s strong, she’ll handle it…”, James added and turned to his best friend who hadn’t been listening to their conversation: “Right, Pad?” “What?”, Sirius asked without looking away from Y/N who was dancing on her own. “Y/BFFs/N!” “Oh yeah, she wouldn’t like it here!”, he shrugged and took another hit of the joint in his hand, while watching the dancing girl in front of him.

Y/N swung her lips to the low music and it felt like she was able to feel the vibration as the music was pouring through her entire body! Her eyes were closed as she was moving in odd shapes and quietly singing along to the song that was playing: “Don’t you just know exactly what they’re thinking? If you want my body and you think I’m sexy come on sugar let me know! If you really need me just reach out and touch me!”, she giggled: “Didcha hear that Re?! If you really need me just reach out and touch me!” “I heard it darlin’”, Remus answered her, making her finally open her eyes with a huge grin on her lips. “Oh Remus!”, she almost sighed and moved towards her boyfriend who was sitting on an improvised chair, which had been a wooden box but now had a pillow on top of it.

When she sat down on his lap she chuckled: “I’m so high!” “Oh believe me, I already guessed so”, her boyfriend answered and looked deep into her slightly red eyes. “I’m just soo dizzy!” “Yes?” “Yes! And I’m getting frustrated!” “Frustrated?”, he asked puzzled. “Sexually!”, Y/N laughed, goddamn proud of her joke and winked at her boyfriend, not caring that she had screamed the last word so loud all of the other boys in this room were able to hear her. “We really should change that, shouldn’t we?”, a devilish grin appeared on Remus’ lips but before he was able to kiss the girl on his lap she turned her face away: “But first I have to get another slice of pizza before Pete eats all of it!”

Peter immediately blushed when he heard that and Y/N’s mouth swung open in disappointment: “Nooo!” “I’m so sorry Y/N…” “But we’ve still got crisps!”, Greg happily raised a beg and through it into the girl’s direction, who giggling caught it. “Caught it!”, she cheered: “Did you see that! Ha! I always told ya I could have been a great Quidditch player!” “What is Quidditch?”, the law student asked as he handed his bong over to Sirius. “O-oh”, Y/N stuttered: “It’s just…it’s uh…” “It’s a game kids play in Great Britain, totally boring”, Remus quickly lied but Sven wasn’t even listening anymore, but was explaining why these pot was so, so, so special to Sirius.

A big smile on her face, Y/N was eating the crisps, making a complete mess! “Ya want some?”, she asked Remus who just shook his head an took the beg out of her hands to place it on the coffee table. “I want you…”, he replied conspiratorially and started to kiss her oily fingertips. Y/N blushed and hungrily captured her boyfriend’s lips. Their senses were working overtime and made their touch feel like the most amazing thing in the entire world. ”His lips are so soft! Like the softest pillows on earth! I wanna nap on them!”, Y/N thought while every little kiss and lick was intensified and the weed made her nerve endings buzz and her skin hyper-sensitive.

“Moony, stop eating her face!”, Sirius laughed before he inhaled the vapour deeply with James next to him sitting upside down on the sofa starring into the nothingness. “Looks like Y/N is not the only one sexually frustrated!”, the werewolf teased his friend and Y/N added grinning: “You know your girlfriend is just upstairs!” The black-haired just rolled his eyes and mumbled: “Whatever…” “Wait! Wait! Wait!”, Greg suddenly exhaled excitedly: “Are you really saying the little princess who moved in with Y/N and looks like she’s living a few miles closer to the city centre than this fucked up neighbourhood is and I makes me question a lot of our neighbours because nobody rubbed her and teared her Prada dress off her body, is this guy’s girlfriend?!”

“Welcome to our world!”, Peter laughed: “Most people don’t get it! But James and Y/N helped a lot!” “But what about this blond girl, you know the one Y/N doesn’t like?”, Sven wanted to know interested. “Oh Marlene?”, Y/N rolled her eyes: “Sirius finally understood that he’s too good for that bitch!”, she laughed and placed her chin on Remus’ shoulder: “Right, Sirius?” The former Gryffindor just nodded as a reply, really not into the conversation, what nobody realised.

Remus was nibbling on his girlfriend’s neck when James sighed: “I miss Lils so much… My Lily-Bear…my sunshine!”, he grabbed for the bong: “My Lily-Vanilly!” “James, we got it!”, Y/N laughed: “Just go home!” “Talking about that…I think I might go home as well”, Sirius got up in an instant. “With home you mean upstairs, right?” “No”, he looked at her confused, like what she had just said was the most absurd thing ever: “I mean I’ll take my bike and drive home.” “You’re not driving like this, Sirius!” “Oh Y/N c’mon, isn’t the first time. Moony, you’re staying with Y/N, aren’t you?” Remus nodded and before the only girl was able to protest once more, he had already left the flat. He was heading to Marlene, but nobody was supposed to know that with his girl waiting for him on the second floor.

Remus just shrugged because of Sirius awkward behaviour and squeezed the soft flesh of Y/N’s hips as she blew the smoke right into his mouth. She giggled when she handed the blunt over to him afterwards. The girl was still sitting on his lap when her boyfriend’s free hand suddenly moved closer to her core. “Re, what do you think you’re doing?”, she chuckled and wrapped her hands around his neck. “Nothing dear”, he smiled innocently: “Nothing you don’t want me to do”, he added, his warm breath hitting her ear. Damn.

His hand started to caress her most intimate part right through her jeans and she couldn’t hide a quiet moan. Her thoughts were cloudy, a dust of unrecognizable waves rushing through her head. Oh, he knew how needy she always got when she was high and the way he took advantage of that now, drove her absolutely insane!

Her senses were captivated and every single touch of his was sending her a little closer to heaven! Merlin, she wanted him so badly! But not here! Although the others were as high as them and probably wouldn’t even realize if he took her right on the spot, but she couldn’t do it…not in room with Sven, Greg, Peter and James!

“Re, stop it”, she whispered but her body was working against her blurry, mind. Remus teasingly kissed her temple and nibbled her earlobe. “Sure you want that?” Was she really so sure? She felt his hand on the button of her jeans, trying to open it, and instead of answering him she crashed her lips onto his, their tongues immediately tangling, her hips involuntarily rocking closer to him. Every single touch was so intensive, almost unbearable!

“That’s my girl”, he smirked against her lips as her body started grinding on top of him. “Not here Re…”

She squeaked surprized when he got up out of a sudden, removing his hand, which had almost reach its destination, from her jeans, leaving her whimpering and frustrated. She needed more. More of his touch. More of his lips. More of his words in her ear. More of him!

“Guys, we’re going”, Remus told the others quickly and grabbed for Y/N’s hand. “Darlin’, I think I’m too stoned to walk”, she giggled and reached out to him like a baby, wanting to be carried to the upper floor. “Well, where do you want this to end, Y/N?”, he raised his eyebrows and looked straight into her eyes: “If you can’t feel your legs before I’ve even started…” His words were giving her goose bumps and desire began to tingle through her body, headed to a certain place.

Y/N got on her feet as fast as she could and followed her boyfriend out of the flat with uncoordinated and slow movements. Just the thoughts about what would happen next, knowing what Remus could do to her if he wanted got her completely soaked. Every single inch of her skin tingling.

Right after he had loudly kicked the door to Y/N’s flat shut, he pushed her against it, putting his hand to the place it had left a few moments ago. His sudden roughness made her moan out loud in pleasure. Merlin, what was he doing to her?

She wanted to feel him, needed to feel him! So she quickly slipped her hands underneath his shirt. She let her soft fingers dance across his strong chest and as she let her fingernails scratch over his nipples, his head rolled back. She used her opportunity in an instant and started sucking on the sensitive skin of his collarbone. Soft whimpers were leaving his mouth, making her smile against his skin. She was in control and she wondered if it would stay like that. If he would let her this time or if he already got other things in his mind.

She got her answer faster than expected when he suddenly grabbed both of her hands and pinned them against the door above her head, while he used his free hand to rip the shirt she was wearing in two. She panted loudly by surprize. So loud it send a reddish gleam to her cheeks, because she knew Y/BFFs/N must have heard it in her room. But she quickly forgot about it again, when Remus’ fingers moved to her breast and started massaging them through her bra.

Y/N chuckled softly by the thought of his touch sending her to heaven, when she knew her best friend would tell her, she’d go to hell for this. But if having this meant burning down there, she was more than willing to except it.

Remus was covering the soft skin of her neck and shoulders with dark red marks, distracting her for a moment from the path his free hand was following, into her jeans and panties. He suddenly but slowly slid one finger inside her and every time he pushed in, he hit a spot that would make her body shake and left her a moaning and whimpering mess. “Remus”, she sighed when she was gasping for air. “More…” she demanded needy, making the young man bite his lip, thinking he had never heard anything more sexy. “Like this?”, he asked teasingly as he stuck in another finger curling them upward. Y/N’s hips automatically bucked up against his hand. Her moans where becoming louder and louder while he kept pushing her closer to the edge.

There was no chance to deny it, he loved the way the girl began to grind herself against his hand, but when he realized how close she already was, he removed his hand in one swift movement, using his other hand to push her waist back against the door, so she couldn’t follow him. “That’s not fair Re”, the brown-haired looked at him frustrated and grabbed his hand harshly and stuck his fingers back inside of her making him laugh low against her collarbone.

“So needy today, darling? Am I turning you on so bad?” “It’s just the weed”, she chuckled teasingly but her smile soon vanished as he began to vigorously move his hand. A feeling that was much more intense than the pleasure she was normally feeling -due to the pot she had been smoking- began to slowly travel throughout her entire body. And when she finally lost it, her legs started shaking so bad, he had to hold her up straight.

Remus gave her a few moments to catch her breath again before he raised her of the ground on carried her to his room. Completely satisfied and exhausted she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head against his, with her eyes closed. He was making her so happy.

“Hey, it’s not the time to fall asleep yet, darling. I’m not done with you”, he told her as he let her sink into the soft pillows on her bed. Her eyes were still closed while he removed her clothes from her body, placing kisses on the spots he revealed.

A soft smile cured up to her lips when she heard how he unbuckled his belt and how his trousers fell to the ground. “Still want more?”, he asked, standing next to the bed and looking down on her, desire written on his eyes. Y/N opened her eyes again and bit her lower lip, as she nodded. Her gaze wondered over his naked body and stopped at the sight of his hard member. She bit her lip even harder to not moan out loud just by the sight of it.

The young man laid down beside her on the bed before he picked her up by her waist and helped her to get on top of him. She kissed him softly while she adjusted herself in the right position to finally let herself down on him.

Both let out loud moans and curses when he was fully inside of her. She lifted herself up and brought herself back down again making him clench his teeth together. Merlin, he had never seen anything hotter than this! And he felt like, he would never be able to get used to how good she felt around him.

He brought his loins up reaching an even deeper spot as a devilish smirk appeared on his face when he noticed the look she had, he could tell she was struggling to control herself just as much as he was. Forgotten was the fact that she had just had an orgasm. It felt like she needed him as much as before.

She almost screamed by the sensation as she unsteadily began to ride him. His hands grabbed for her bouncing breasts as he began to quickly push upward. Remus pulled her down on him to gain better control over her moving body, making her dig her nails into his strong shoulders. Their moans and sighs were filling the thick air in the room, as pleasure started raising inside of them uncontrollably. He thrusted inside of her repeatedly all gentleness gone completely. “Fuck, Y/N”, he muttered out of breath as he kept pumping himself into her.

His words made her finally lose all control over her body and she came for the second time that night with a loud scream. She felt how he began to twitch inside of her and slowed his moves down a bit just so he could get in harder and deeper before he came inside of her. As his hot load shot into her he sealed their lips once more, their tongues caressing each other sloppily, before Y/N pulled him out of her slowly, whimpering because of the sudden emptiness.

She let herself fall on the bed next to him and placed soft kisses on his quickly moving chest. “I love you”, she muttered between two kisses, followed by a gasped “I love you too”.

[bangchanshehe]

Are You Mine (pt.4/?)

A/N: So from here on out is where it will start to pick up. I promise that in the future there will be smut, however it will get angsty before that happens... As always feedback and comments are always welcome. Thanks for reading.

Genre: Angst/Smut

Pairings: Baekhyun X Emily (O/C) X ???

Word count: 2.8k

The next morning you woke up feeling more excited then you’ve ever felt in your life. You made yourself breakfast and coffee and took your time getting ready. You fixed your hair and makeup until they looked perfect regardless of the fact that you would be moving later. You finished the last minute packing that you had left and left your apartment to go to SM. When you reached the building you were quite surprised at how small it was. You expected the building to be a giant fortress. There were several women and men outside of the building with their cellphones out and cameras ready to take pictures of any artists that happened to walk by. Prior to coming to Korea you listened to tons of Korean music, not only kpop and were familiar with how dedicated the fans were of their favorite groups. You giggled to yourself as you made your way inside of the building and felt proud of being able to call this your job.  

You met the receptionist at the front who looked at you curiously as if she was trying to figure out who you were.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked you with a polite, fake smile

“Yes I’m supposed to be meeting Manager Park here?” she nodded and picked up the phone to call someone.

“Yes, hello this is Soo Bong at the front desk and there is a woman here for you…Yes I’ll do that…. Yes, thank you!” she hung up the phone and continued to work at her desk clicking on multiple things with her mouse. She printed out some documents and handed you a card.

“Mr. Park is expecting you on the fifth floor in room 507. If anyone stops you show them this, this is your identification card. The elevators are just around the corner and if you have any more questions just let me know and I’ll be happy to answer them.”

You took your things that were handed to you and headed for the elevators. The excitement started to take a toll on your heart beat, and every step you took towards the elevator was making you more and more nervous. It was starting to finally sink in for you that you were inside SM Entertainments headquarters. You entered the elevator and looked at yourself in the camera of your phone checking that you still looked okay.  The elevator came to a stop at the fifth floor and you made your way out and walked slowly to room 507 to stop and look around the rooms that were open and any people that were walking by. You felt like a star struck fan girl and you reminded yourself to snap out of it. You picked up your pace to come face to face with door 507. You pulled any last bit of self-restraint that you had and knocked on the door. You heard shuffling footsteps and the door suddenly opened wide. You smiled up at Manager Park with a small smile but your grin quickly fell to a surprised expression when a very exhausted looking Baekhyun opened the door instead.

“Come on in I won’t bite!” he moved to the side to allow your entrance. Once you were inside you took a seat at the desk and Baekhyun made his way over to the desk to take a seat as well. He hastily slurped down what was left of his cup ramen and chugged a coke before he finally spoke again.

“Sorry about that I felt like I was gonna die if I didn’t finish my food real quick. My manager had to step out really fast to finish up some last minute arrangements before you could move into our building so I’ll be showing you around for now until he gets back.” Baekhyun in between gasps of air, no doubt feeling heartburn. The boy who looked as handsome as ever in just plain clothes with a smile that could kill, eliminated any possible romantic thoughts in your mind with the way he swallowed what was left in his cup in the two gulps.

You immediately felt bad for not coming a few minutes later so that the poor man in front of you could eat his meal slowly and enjoy it. He gathered up his trash and threw it away by throwing it in the trash as if it were a basketball. When it went inside of the trash he turned to you with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Did you see that?” he asked, and you nodded your head.

“Yes LeBron James I did.” You chuckled as his smile got wider.

“Come on I’ll show you around some.”

He moved to get up and you immediately followed as he explained in detail what was on each floor until you reached the elevator. He pressed a button that led you to the floor that he just explained was the floor with the dance practice rooms.

The door opened and you noticed a change in the atmosphere immediately. The halls were lively and the décor was friendly and fun, compared to the boring in contrast hall that you just came from. You could feel the music coming from behind doors. Yes, literally feel the music. The sound waves hit you and you could feel what song the group was listening too. You smiled to yourself as you began to try to identify the beat. Baekhyun noticed your smile and turned to you with a small smile of his own

“What?” he asked

“Nothing, im just trying to-“you nodded your head and snapped your fingers “Limitless!” you almost yelled out and Beakhyun looked at you surprised

“How did you know?” he asked you with wide eyes

“I can feel the song.”

“But I thought you weren’t a fan of kpop?!” he asked you incredulously

“I never said that! What would make you think that? And why would I work for SM if I didn’t?” he nodded at you with a smirk

“So you just don’t like EXO then?”

“No, I like EXO a lot actually!” you said with a shy smile. You were always willing to admit that you liked something even when it was an unpopular opinion, but admitting this in front of Baekhyun just seemed intimate and personal. Like you had opened up personal information to him.

“Who is your bias?” he immediately asked with eyes so big they looked like they would pop out of his skull.

“That is something that you will never live to know Byun Baekhyun!” you said laughing as you watched his face fall.

“NOONA!” he pouted and whined, tugging on your sleeve.

“How rude of you to assume that I’m older than you, old man!” his pout instantly lifted into curiosity and then into a smirk.

“So I’m your oppa?” he pat the top of your head and bent forward to be at eye level with you “you really are just a cute little princess! Call me oppa, okay?”

“I will call you Baekhyun, because oppa is not work appropriate!”

You scoffed at him and turned your head when you noticed that the door to the practice room opened and a confused person was standing there as you and Baekhyun blocked the door way.

“I was just going to come get Johnny can you tell him that I’m ready whenever he is!” Baekhyun yelled over the loud music to the person standing in the door way. He stood straight and waited for our company to join us.

As soon as the door opened again you looked up and you fought the urge to drool when you saw the idol at the door way making his way towards you and Baekhyun. Your heart was pounding in your chest when you made eye contact with Johnny. He was so much more handsome in person that you would have ever expected. Simple tasks like breathing seemed to be a lot more work than they usually do as you found yourself actually paying attention to your breaths to calm them down. Being shorter, men with height had always been a weakness for you. Having the 6 foot 1 man himself standing next to you made you feel weak in the knees. That same smile that you had dreamt about countless times was now directed at you and you almost drooled.

Everything about his was better in person. His eyes, his makeup free face, his relaxed style and his beautiful hair were all things that you could get used to seeing often. And above all his skin tone was so beautiful compared to your paler skin tone. You weren’t surprised by how tan he was, but it felt like it was the first time actually seeing his skin. The poor boy was so whitewashed to make himself look lighter, but you had to admit that his tan skin was something that made him even more attractive.

“So I hope you don’t mind tagging along with us for now until Manager Park comes back, she’s new here and I’m showing her around.” Johnny nodded and turned back to you bowing and introducing himself.

“Hello, I’m johnny. It’s nice to meet you.”

You quickly bowed back and introduced yourself as well.

“Hello, I’m Emily! It’s nice to meet you too, I’m a big fan of yours!”

Johnny began to smile down at you even wider than he was and lightly laughed. You could feel at the heat in your body rise to your face. What possessed you to say that in front of him? You mentally kicked yourself for being so embarrassing.

“Well, thank you for supporting us!” Johnny said with a megawatt smile that could make blind women faint.

“Do you by chance speak English?” he asked you quietly and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m working here as an English teacher.”

He smiled and put a hand on your shoulder and the other was on his hip.

“I’m a little more comfortable speaking English, so let’s speak like this okay?”

You could have squealed like a little school girl. It was something just as simple as speaking English with each other, but when you heard Johnny speaking English in videos or live streams it was like hearing his voice for the first time.

“To be honest, I’m still not that great at Korean either, so that works for me!”

“Well, why don’t I help you with Korean and in return you can be my new friend.”

“What?” you asked completely shocked

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He said laughing

“No, no, no.” you cleared your throat. “That’d be really nice, actually. I don’t have too many friends yet.” You clarified.

“Alright then from now on we’re friends.” He slid his hand off of your shoulder and put it on his other hip. “Also you don’t need to use honorifics you can just call me Johnny.”

You nodded your head and smiled at him. You had a feeling that being friends with him was going to be embarrassing for you. Your heart beat out of your chest just being in the same room with him, so how were you supposed to talk to him or be friends without acting like a total fool?

“Or if you’d like you can call me oppa.” He said with a cocky grin and your eyes almost doubled in size as you stood there with your mouth hanging open. At this point you knew that Baekhyun had no idea what the two of you were talking about, but he would definitely pick up on him saying oppa.

Baekhyun stood still waiting for the sweet sound of your rejection to Johnny, knowing that you wouldn’t call Johnny oppa, if you wouldn’t call him oppa. But, he wasn’t prepared for you to actually agree to it.

“Okay… oppa” you said meekly looking down at your shoes.

“YAH!” Beakhyun yelled, startling the two of you, pointing his finger at you.

“Why? Why would you call him oppa and not me?” he questioned acting hurt and disappointed holding his chest.

“Because we’re friends” you stated plain as day, and he scoffed at you

“And we’re not friends?” he asked.

“You’re technically a student so it’s inappropriate, but Johnny isn’t my student”

Baekhyun stood there for a minute sulking and whispered to himself.

“Why am I getting jealous?”

He huffed and turned to go back to elevators, walking away from the situation.The next stop was your office which was on the third floor. Your office was small, but had all of the space that you would need. You had a cute little window with a plant in the windowsill soaking up the sunrays. There was a desk with a desktop computer and a calendar on your wall with a joint whiteboard. Across from your desk sat a single chair for guests to sit in.

You started to smile thinking about all of the decorating that you could do to make the office your own. You sat down in your desk chair looking around the room and mentally designing your space. You tapped on the space bar on your keyboard and your desktop turned on.

You were shocked by what pulled up and you broke out into loud laughter. Baekhyun having the key to your office, must have snuck inside and saved your background to an image of himself.

You looked over at the suspect and he was looking up at the ceiling with a smile on his face feigning ignorance. When he finally lowered his gaze and made eye contact with you he smiled back and put his hands up in front of himself.

“It’s okay, there’s no need to thank me. Now you’ll be blessed to see me every day even if I’m not physically here.” He said Johnny walked over to the back of your desk to take a peek at what you two were laughing about. When he saw what it was he laughed and gave Baekhyun a thumbs up. He moved out from behind your desk and noticed your white board. He grabbed a marker and wrote out ���FIGHTING!’ with three hearts.

Baekhyun had taken notice and rolled his eyes. He didn’t know what about Johnny made him feel so competitive but he hated it. Maybe it was the fact that you got to call him oppa, or the fact that the two of you had just met and were already friends. Baekhyun had never seen Johnny so friendly to anyone other than his members, so of course he felt a little suspicious. But in the end he told himself not to let it get to him, that you two were just close because the both of you were from the states.  He coughed and got up from the guest chair.

“So, I’ve got to take Johnny to do some work, if you need anything you have my number. Manager Park should be here soon, and I’ll let him know that you’re in your office. The bathrooms are right down the hall and there’s also a vending machine in case you get thirsty or need a snack.”

He looked over at Johnny and nodded his head once to the door before exiting. Johnny quickly followed and made sure to quietly shut the door behind himself. He quietly followed Baekhyun to the elevators and when they both got inside he broke the silence.

“So hyung, you seem like you know Emily well.”Baekhyun just grunted and nodded his head.

“So… do you know if she’s dating anyone?” Johnny asked quietly

Baekhyun froze. He didn’t want anyone else to be interested in you and especially not Johnny. He saw the way you blushed and how shy you were acting around him. He knew that if Johnny pursued you that you’d most likely say yes to him. He felt threatened so he did what he thought was best for himself.

“Yeah, his name is Cole I think. They used to live in the same building as each other.” He said giving Johnny a soft smile

“Oh, I see” Johnny muttered down looking at his shoes and nodding his head “Cole’s a lucky guy”

“Yeah” Baekhyun whispered.

He hated having to lie, especially to one of his own friends, but he felt like there was nothing else he could do. Baekhyun genuinely liked you from the moment he saw you at the bar. He watched you as you sat by yourself and just appreciated the music and the environment without having to be a part of it, and he admired that about you. You seemed to make what some people would say a crazy and chaotic night into a night where you were lost in your own world.He knew that eventually if Johnny did stick around and become your friend that he’d eventually find out that you weren’t dating Cole. But he hoped that maybe when he found out that you’d be dating himself instead.

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