#my friends kept trying to convince me to plant flowers

[fisheito]

(Looking through my friend's seed collection for things i want to plant this year)

(Stops on a flower packet)

Oh... this one kinda reminds me of yakumo ☺️...

(Pause.)

I, someone who has never liked flowers, grimacing at myself: what the fuckkindabullshit

[kaynanarie]

Eyes of Gold (Part 2)

(A WukongxReader story inspired by Beauty and the Beast and Lutung Kasarung.) (First) (Next)

            While staying in a cave did offered protection, the same could not be said for a good night’s sleep. You tossed and turned on the stone floor, kept awake by the noises of the forest and the constant itching of your skin. When dawn broke, you were still tired but happy to have survived your first night on the mountain.

            With the morning light came your new monkey friend, Shihou. He appeared at the cave entrance carrying various fruits for breakfast.

            “Good morning!” he greeted, tail swaying cheerfully despite the early hour. You grumbled in reply, picking out a peach to munch on. Shihou grabbed a fruit for himself and sat by your knee. “So, I spoke with the King about you.”

            Anxiety woke you like a cold plunge, your appetite suddenly gone. “He’s not going to kill and eat me, is he?” you asked cautiously.

            “Eat you?!” Shihou burst into high pitched, chittering laughter. “Of course not! On the contrary, he officially welcomes you as his honored guest. The King also gave me some good news about your so-called ‘curse’.”

            It was the first positive thing you had heard relating to the Monkey King. “What did he say? Does he know a cure?”

            “Well, you see…” When Shihou held out his paw, you could see a similar rash across his palm. Knowing he now shared your affliction filled your heart with guilt and shame.

            “I’m so sorry!” you cried, backing away. “I didn’t think it was contagious.”

            Shihou waved his hands, trying to calm you down. “It’s okay, I’m fine. You’re not contagious. This is where I grabbed your sleeve yesterday,” he said, pointing to your robes. “It’s not a disease; it’s poison ivy. Someone must have ground up some dried leaves and put the powder in your clothes. That’s what’s causing your rash.”

            You tugged at your robes curiously, noticing that everywhere they touched was where the rash had spread. Instantly, you knew who was responsible. “This seems like something my sister would pull.”

            “Perhaps,” Shihou shrugged. “But it’s nothing that can’t be cured. Hurry up and eat, I have something to show you.”

            With a flick of his tail, the monkey scampered out of the cave. You quickly finished your breakfast and stepped outside, finding Shihou waiting in one of the trees. Seeing you, he leapt to another branch, waving for you to follow. “Come on, peach friend! You’re wasting the sun’s time!”

            “Peach friend?” you asked with a giggle, keeping pace with his swings and jumps.

            “Yep! You shared a peach with me so now we’re peach friends!”

            As you walked, the distant sound of rushing water grew louder until the forest gave way. Beyond the trees, a waterfall tumbled from the peak of the mountain, cascading into a crystal blue river below. All the surrounding trees were green and laden with colorful flowers and fruits despite the wintery season back in the village.

            “Over here, peach friend!” Shihou called from the riverbank. Next to him was a folded bundle of clothes and plants organized into piles. “These herbs should help with your rash. If you bathe and wash your robes out, you’ll be healed in no time.”

             “You want me to wash here? In the river? Out in the open?” you asked, glancing around. “What if someone sees me?”

            Shihou just laughed. “You’re the only human on the mountain.”

            “What about demons? I don’t want them spying on me, either.”

            “Only Monkey King’s subjects come this close to the waterfall,” Shihou said. When he noticed you still weren’t convinced, he sighed and patted your knee in reassurance. “I’ll keep watch if you want but this place is pretty private.”

            You gave him a skeptical look. “And you aren’t going to peek?”

            He waved your concerns away with a scoff. “I’m going to be too busy making your medicine over here. Now hurry up, your rash will only get worse at this rate.”

            Shihou turned away and started mixing leafy fronds and purple flowers together before smashing them with a stone. With your given privacy, you shimmied out of your robes and slipped into the pool at the base of the waterfall.

            The water was cool but not cold, immediately soothing the itch and burn of your rash. You gently scrubbed your skin and rinsed away the dirt from your night in the woods. By the time you swam back to shore, you felt clean and refreshed.

            You found Shihou lounging on a tree branch above the water. His ears perked as you splashed closer but his eyes remained respectfully closed. “Rub the paste on your skin; it’ll stop the itch and speed up the healing process. There are some clean clothes over there as well.”

            The plants had been mashed into a green poultice and left waiting on a stone. You rubbed the medicine over the worst of your rash, already feeling the soothing tingle as it started to work. Once you and the paste were dry, you unfolded the waiting clothes and quickly dressed.

            “Where did you get these robes?” you asked, feeling the silky material under your curious hands. It was smooth and light as a breeze against your sensitive skin. Delicately embroidered clouds decorated the hem while ornate swirls flowed down the sleeves. Despite being from a noble family, you had never worn anything so extravagant before.

            One of Shihou’s golden eyes peeked open before he sat up, looking quite pleased to see you in his fancy clothes.

            “The King sent them,” he answered, a smug satisfaction in his cheeky smile. “Consider them a welcome gift.”

            The robes suddenly feel much heavier draped over you. “These are much too precious, I can’t except such royal clothes. They’ll be ruined in the forest.”

            “Don’t you know it’s rude to reject a King’s gift?” Shihou’s mood suddenly grew annoyed. The gold of his staring eyes seemed to faintly glow, a frown pulled at his lips, and his tail dangling from the tree swished in irritated lashes. “Besides,” he continued, gesturing to the pile of discarded clothing. “What else do you have to wear while your old robes still need washing?”

            It was strange to be chastised by a monkey but his logic was sound. Even if wearing gifted robes from the Monkey King himself seemed strange, you had few other options. Even worse, you had offended your new friend by insulting his King.

            “I’m sorry. I meant no disrespect,” you finally amended. “Would you be willing to pass on my thanks for your King’s generosity?”

            Shihou’s bristling softened at your acceptance. “You can thank him yourself. He’s invited you to stay at his palace in the mountain once you’ve healed up.”

            “His palace?!” you gasped, careful not to reject the offer as you fought down your growing alarm. “Why?”

            “You’re his honored guest, remember? I’ll lead you up the mountain myself once preparations are ready.” A sly smile lit up Shihou’s face. “Unless you’d rather stay in your cozy little cave down here?”

            Your answering grimace sent him into peals of howling laughter.

            “Fine,” you sighed, crossing your arms in defeat. “As long as the preparations don’t involve me being dinner.”

            He shook his head with a chuckle. “I swear, no one will put you on the menu no matter how tasty you look. I already promised I wouldn’t let anything happen to you and I plan to keep my word.” Despite his teasing words, Shihou’s tone was surprisingly serious.

            “I trust you to keep me safe,” you said, grateful for whatever protection he could provide.

            “I’m honored to do so. Now that that’s settled!” Dropping from his perch, Shihou landed on your shoulder, throwing you off balanced as he clung to the fabric of your robe. On instinct, your hand reached up to steady him as you found your footing. His golden-brown fur was surprisingly soft, almost as silky as your new robe. Instead of shying away from your touch, he leaned into it, chirruping at your tentative pets. Once he was satisfied, Shihou shook himself to focus and pointed at the tampered clothes. “Laundry time. Let’s get rid of this poison ivy mess, peach friend!”

[etheries1015]

Dear writer whose writings I love,

HEYYO. IT'S ME AGAIN. (I sent the Lilia using u as a stress relief you ask heheheha!!)

SO LIKE IMAGINE THIS (unrequited love that is actually requited love!)

You're on a "date" with Lilia to the gardens. (You wish)

And then you get to the Gardina section of the flowers and show it to him, knowing fully of what it means. (You hope, yet also don't hope he gets what's you're trying to say)

[FUN FACT: Gardenias are elegant and fragrant flowers that have long been associated with love, romance, and admiration. They are often used to express a secret or hidden love, as their sweet scent and delicate petals can be seen as a symbol of devotion and affection that is not openly expressed. The gardenia’s white or pale yellow petals are said to represent the purity and sincerity of a love that is kept hidden, while the intoxicating fragrance symbolizes the passion and intensity of the feelings that are being concealed. Gardenias are also often associated with mystery and secrecy, making them the perfect flower to symbolize a love that is kept hidden from the rest of the world. They have been used in literature and poetry for centuries to represent the hidden desires and passions of characters who cannot express their feelings openly]

SO

SSSOOOOOOO

This can go SO. MANY. WAYS.

He doesn't know and does nothing. This ends up in you making a poem about Gardina flowers to him, and he does something after that, taking the hint. (Good ending! With proposal and stuff and hehe fluff!! I love fluff)

He knows and asks you directly. (PLS GIVE THIS A GOOD ENDING. IDK HOW TO CONTINUE)

My brain is now fried again. Please expand. I will request every time my brain power suddenly shoots up. Goodbye, and see you again next time.

-🦇

Hello lovely! Yes yes, you actually revealed yourself to me after I answered that ask! Heuheu. No need to be anon! However, if that it what you prefer, I shall not convince you otherwise <3

ANYWAYS I have ALWAYS loved the notion of flowers having meanings and their beautiful poems that come in toe with their vibrant petals. It's truly a wonderful thing, I really wanna study them more. Fun fact! My favorite flower is a peony! I have a tattoo on my shoulder of a peony! ...in slue with an entire sleeve of random flowers, my tattoo artist just made up. Maybe the other arm I'll use for more structural floral... sorry for the tangent DHKFJSLDjf I love flowers. Thank you for this ask heuehueheue

Ahhhhhhh the idea of going out to a garden with Lilia...

I actually like to have this little headcannon that since Malleus is so interested in flowers and gardening, that perhaps he got that from Lilia. Flowers are our friends, after all! And what's better than making an entire garden of little friends to nourish? Along with creating a beautiful garden of roses, Malleus had delved deep into the world of floral poetry and representation.

You grab onto Lilias hand and pull him towards the back of ramshackle to show off the garden you and Malleus had placed together. Malleus was truly your wing man during this entire thing, he had vast knowledge about flowers and knew just the ones to plant In one large romantic gesture for the old fae. Malleus had landed you books and helped you study their different meanings, even taking time out of gargoyle studies club to dedicate gardening your surprise for Lilia.

"What has gotten you so eager, little bat?" Lilia chuckled, "Must truly be grand if you're so worked up like this!" You couldn't hide your excitement or giddiness as you headed towards the gate leading to the garden, a large black intricately designed gate in that perfectly suited the chicness of the dorm. Upon opening the gates, it revealed a large grandiose garden full of flowers of all sorts. Lilia's eyes widened as well as a toothy grin climbing onto his features, raising an impressed eyebrow.

"So this is what you and Malleus have been working so hard on?" He inquired, stepping forward and taking a look around, "I must say, it's rather an impressive feat! The sheer size is almost enough to rival Malleus's own rose garden back at the castle." You smiled brightly at him and skipped over to a particular patch you were proud of; Gardenias.

"These are Gardenias!" You pursed your lips as you bent over and grabbed something you had prepped before hand, taking hold of a neatly wrapped bouquet of gardenias and with a trembling hand pushing them in the arms of the fae. Lilia started slightly and took a gentle sniff of the flowers taking in their creamy sweet scent that reminded him of coconuts and peach. "They...they're for you!" You smiled.

"Oh they're lovely," Lilia said, "I presume you and Malleus are particularly proud of these ones! They bloomed wonderfully. I shall put them in my room!...oh, but I suppose they will need sunlight. Perhaps keeping them in Silvers care may be better..." You felt your heart drop and smile twitch ever so slightly. Pursing your lips you let out a dry nervous chuckle, tilting your head in awkwardness.

"I..Uh," You bit down your bottom lip, "Well, they were for you," You let out a breathy laugh.

"Of course! However I'm worried they may wilt in my care and you worked so hard! Hmm. Oh! I could put them in the lounge, so that everyone can see yours and Malleus's hard work!" You couldn't even bother to explain to him you were the one to nurture these flowers on your own upon Malleu's recommendation. He swore that Lilia would understand the meaning...it was common for fae folk to be knowledgeable on the world of flowers. Either Malleus Lied to you, which was unlikely, or Lilia was a part of the percentage that truly hadn't a clue.

You began to sweat bullets. Throughout this entire exchange, you weren't certain he understood your intentions. Or... was he purposefully deflecting the fact you had mainly meant this as a surprise for him? Was he thinking you were simply making excuses to hang out with Malleus? Or was he just that oblivious? It was rather distressing, for you already had an inkling that Lilia had not returned your feelings, and this only solidified your worries.

You began to wilt like a flower without water, your energy dying and your smiles becoming fake. You tried a few more times to hand him flowers, such as a singular rose (symbolizing love at first sight, a "one and only" in which the person you gift you give your heart to.) He insisted on taking a few more to decorate the lounge with.

This plan was failing terribly.

Finally, you let out a loud groan of frustration, pulling out a sheet of paper from your pocket with a burst of confidence and embarrassment. Your face took on a bright shade of red, pushing the letter into his chest. Lilia struggled to catch it with his hands full of flowers, eyes wide in bewilderment at this sudden display you put on. He stared in shock and confusion, unable to get a word out before you bolted out of the garden and to the dorm.

"Read that later!" You cried out.

"W-wait- what is-" He attempted to catch your attention, yet you were already out of view, leaving the fae utterly confused standing in the middle of the garden with arms full of flowers.

You threw yourself onto your bed and grasped your pillow, curling into a ball and groaning into it.

"eh? What's up with you?" Grim asked, "And what's this piece of paper?"

You sat up in a rush with wide eyes, staring at a piece of paper that you seemingly dropped from your person. You grabbed hold of it and took a look. It was the second page of the letter you had given Lilia... and undeniably the most important part. The first page detailed the history of flowers and how they have significance to them

the second page was the meanings of the flowers and why you chose them for the fae.

It was your confession.

You had forgotten to hand it to him in your flustered state.

You screamed into the pillow.

~ At Diasomnia ~

Lilia sat in the dorm lounge, reading over the page you had given him.

"Hmm...I knew flowers had meanings, but this letter seems unfinished. This is simply prefacing the history of flowers and that they hold meaning with a simple poem at the end, but the definitions they mentioned would be on the second page seem to be missing..." Lilia rubbed his head in confusion turning the paper around to find some sort of indication of continuation, Malleus walking in on the fae. Malleus flashed a mischievous smile.

"How did the visit to the garden go?" He inquired, "You seem confused rather than elated as I thought you would be..did something go ary?" He pointed out. Lilia shrugged and looked back at the tall draconic fae, tilting his head.

"I thought it was going well, (y/n) even handed me a bunch of flowers to bring back, along with this letter..." Lilia took a gander at the vase full of Gardenias and glanced back down at the letter in which stated every flower has a significant meaning.

"Malleus, could you tell me what Gardenias mean? I believe (y/n) meant to explain it to me, but the second half of this letter is missing." Malleus raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you would know?" Malleus furrowed his eyebrows, grabbing hold of the letter and skimming through its contents.

"Of course not. I like flowers of course, but I never took the time to truly study them as you did. I haven't a clue about definitions and things of the sort." The color seemed to drain from Malleus's face at realizing his mistake, before making his way to the gardenias and gently touching a petal from its bloom. He took a deep breath before giving a detailed explanation of their meaning: Passion, love romance, secrecy... Malleus explained the flower was to express a secret love that the prefect held for Lilia. Something that clearly went way over the old man's head.

Lilias's jaw was dropped to the ground, before quickly disappearing in a fog of green smoke.

He had to get the other half of that letter.

[petra-creat0r]

Chapter 5 Secret Boss Prediction

Ohohohoh boy! Finally got to this one. I've been just sort ruminating on this boss for a while. The only thing I knew for the longest time is I'm at least 60% confident that chapter 5 will happen in the Flower Shop? But then what could be abandoned, discarded, or unwanted in a greenhouse/flower shop? Weeds? Mushrooms? Well I guess? Lotta flowers and though the mushroom idea was enticing at first, I couldn't wrap my head around a good idea for it. There was also the thing with this boss likely having the blue soul mode, and possibly having a reference or allusion to Papyrus (or Sans ig but Paps uses the blue soul mode first). But then also also with this being Asgore's flower shop and Asriel possibly being involved, there's the chance it could be based on Flowery, but then- And you can start to see why this took me so long.

EVENTUALLY, I came up with the idea of an abandoned toy soldier, lost among the plants and eventually taken over by them. There was also some talk about it being a nutcracker or garden gnome instead, but toy solider won over. Nutcracker felt too similar to Spamton and I just couldn't really get the garden gnome to vibe right. Anyways! Like two, three weeks ago I managed to sketch a design I kinda liked before trying to think on it more. Still not the boss I'm proudest off, but everyone, met The Great and Mighty Veratus! (Name subject to change if I can find a better one.)

(Once again, theme commissioned by my good friend @kierangecko)

Veratus, from verrat (German for traitor), ratus (latin for rat) and a corruption of veritas (truth). I think the thing I was struggling with for the longest time was the name. It needed to fit with the other names, and also sound good with the title of "The Great" (because Papyrus reference). Like I mentioned before though, that name is subject to change if I come up with something better.

Like I've mentioned with the other two, I know this is no where close to what we'll actually get, but all of this is just for fun and so I have some secret bosses to draw my Junior Secret Squad kiddies with. Once we DO finally get chapter 5, Veratus will likely just become one of the secret bosses of Fool's Fate.

Now, backstory under the cut.

A solider from a distant land, Veratus found himself stranded in this dark world after the Great Divide. His king and fell soldiers in arms falling back and leaving him for dead. At the mercy of the Flower Kingdom's new ruler and its army.

Luckily for Veratus, the Knight chose not to bother killing the lone soldier, thinking that the side effects of the Divide would render the rat to stone soon. Yet for some reason, Veratus did not become stone...

Alone and outcast in a world not his own, Veratus was eventually found by a man. A strange someone whom some had theorized brought forth the Great Divide. The man cast pity on Veratus, and offered the stranded soldier his help. The opportunity to blend into this world and infiltrate Knight's army in exchange for his loyalty and help getting close to Knight. Veratus agreed.

Veratus's fur became overtaken with moss and his body with vines, though it might have been painful it did make him look like a rather convincing part of this floral Dark World. In addition to this transformation, the man also opened Veratus's mind to the reality of his existence, as the man had with the rest of his pawns.

Veratus was able to infiltrate Knight's army and climb up the ranks thanks to the assistance of the man, only to be left behind and forgotten once again once the man was able to get close to his true target. Disappearing and leaving a Roaring Knight in his place. Without the man, the cracks in Veratus's facade began to show and it didn't take long for the rat to be ratting out as a rat. the Knight's army tried to kill him, but something kept him from falling. The plants consuming his body wouldn't let him die. So instead, the opposing army cast the lone solider out. Exiling him back to a life of solitude.

Until another knight and their friends arrived in the kingdom...

[vaquelin]

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

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“I’m going out of my mind!”

Kaveh wanted to smack his face against the grimy coffee shop table but thought better of it at the last second. Instead, he tugged a strand of blonde hair and winced, feeling the small but persistent pain.

“Just throw the plant away,” told him Tighnari, quite ostentatiously unbothered by this situation.

He calmly took another sip of the herbal tea. It was probably more energising than the third coffee this morning, thought Kaveh with self-criticism. But it wasn’t his fault that he spent whole night scheming how to get rid of that tremendous plant without his roommate noticing the change.

“I can’t! Alhaitham is such a pain but he would never throw away something I bought.”

The Architect was sure about this. His roommate could’ve been the coldest, the most arrogant and stuffy person he had ever met, but he wasn’t a total jerk.

“Because You hardly ever can afford anything.” Tighnari snorted.

Kaveh decided to turn a deaf ear to this remark for the sake of their relationship. Tighnari had helped him countless times in the past and was the first person that would come to Kaveh’s mind when he encountered any obstacles in life. He was thankful for that and would listen to anything the Forest Watcher had to say.

“The point is that I am trying to rationally submit a proposition to get rid of this tasteless object. I even wrote a speech and referred to the theory of colours to validate my arguments, but he just didn’t listen to me!”

Tighnari flicked his ears. “Kaveh, you don’t act like a serious adult.”

“Who said I ever was a serious adult?” the Architect pointed out.

He hasn’t felt that helpless since he lost his keys last week. To be fair, that situation was far less complicated than the impasse he reached with the inevitable presence of that obnoxious plant. He felt like he was in total mess and he desperately needed his friend’s advice.

After another sip, Tighnari continued. “You need to calm down, clear your mind, maybe meditate a bit.”

“To be able to destroy that stupid flower with the power of my thoughts?”

“No.” Tighnari put the cup down. “To realise that the real problem is not the plant.”

This struck Kaveh down. He was convinced that the culprit is rather obvious in this case. But if Tighnari claimed different… Could it be a subtle suggestion that he was too busy looking for things to blame and missed the main issue?

“Is it me then? Are you suggesting that I no longer know what is aesthetically pleasing and what is not? Does it mean that I burned out!?”

Kaveh kept on panicking but Tighnari just sighed and shook his head. He rubbed his temples, fighting the urge to roll his eyes again. The truth was, he’d agreed to meet Kaveh because he was one of his dearest friends. Tighnari respected his craft and brilliance, but sometimes he couldn’t understand how someone that renowned was simultaneously so absent-minded. His problems with Alhaitham appeared as soon as he started living with him, but somehow Kaveh couldn’t comprehend it. When the conflict between them appeared, The Light of Kshahrewar would always look for the issues within himself and his friend was hurt to witness it all over again.

“No, dummy. It’s Alhaitham,” Tighnari stated, observing how the Architects expression faded in confusion.

Until now, Kaveh thought that the whole conflict of interest was between him and that horrendously ugly plant with red big petals and bright yellow pistils. He wasn’t sure what Alhaitham had to do with all of these besides being the most cynical person in Sumeru and indisputable annoyance for everyone who would ever share a home with him. Correct, he bought that monstrous decoration, but Kaveh didn’t think he was involved in this anyhow. It was just a typical misunderstanding, right? He never connected Alhaitham with all of these, however, when Tighnari said it out loud, he started considering that maybe the Scribe of Akademiya also played a significant role in this whole flower-catastrophe.

“That is… somehow right. Despite all his wisdom, he barely knows a single thing about interior design. I shouldn’t blame him for that. He probably didn’t mean to annoy me with this monstrosity of a flower… He has more important stuff to do, than care about playing tricks on me.”

The Forest Watcher sighed. He was just about to deliver a sarcastic response but abandoned it, after he looked at genuine concern in Kaveh’s eyes. The Architect always thought first about the others, never about himself. And that altruism was making it easier for everyone to look down on him and use the most of his selfless heart. And yet, he would still criticise only himself.

“Kaveh, I mean it, when I say it. You have a problem with Alhaitham. Not with the ugly plant.”

The Architect froze, staring blankly at the table. What on earth was Tighnari talking about? Was he doing something wrong in their relationship? Maybe it was his far-fetched attention to details that brought the tension. Or maybe some of his character traits? Was it his attitude that kept him from being happy and made Alhaitham fed up with him? What was it!?

He could sit there for hours, cataloging his flaws and spinning endless scenarios in his mind, trying to find a way to fix everything. He got caught in this spiral of misery, that he almost forgot about the stupid plant and Tighnari, who was waiting for his response.

“With Alhaitham? But—“

“Please, take your time and figure it out yourself.” Tighnari delicately placed a hand on his shoulder. “And Kaveh, not everything is your fault. Anyways, thanks for the tea!”

Before Kaveh noticed, The Forest Watcher was waving from the other way of the street.

Now the Architect had many more doubts and questions he wanted to ask. He stood up to follow his friend but irritated waiter stopped him at the exit. Being broke thaught him many life lessons but yet he never learned how to escape without paying.

Blue and overwhelmed by the conversation with Tighnari, Kaveh reached for his wallet only to find his pockets empty. “Of course, I’ve lost my money... and my key, again. Perfect.” he thought with embarrassment, looking at the impatient waiter.

“Do you accept payments in… art?” Kaveh laughed awkwardly, tugging at the feather in his hair.

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PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

[a-french-coconut]

Travis Stoll (Part 13)

"We're here."

Indeed, the valley of Camp Half-Blood with Long Island Sound gleaming under the setting sun.

He checks his watch, 20:03 pm.

He's made it.

"Thanks dad, I wouldn't have done without you.", he hugs him again, relishing in the action.

Child Travis would be screaming with joy if he knew he was hugging his father.

"You're welcome son, now go save your brother. I'll meet you both tonight after your dinner."

He shuffles his hair affectionally then disappear in a flash.

Travis takes a moment to pet Peleus, the dragon purring loudly when he scratches his head.

Dinner should begin in one hour so Kayla and Austin should be at the infirmary right now.

However, when he opens the building's door, he is not met by the two children of Apollo.

"Travis !", screams Will Solace crushing him in rib-breaking embrace, "you're alive ! Thanks the gods !"

"Yeah, yeah, could you please-" he winces, "let me go ? You can hug me all you want and make Nico jealous after we save Connor."

His friend immediately sober up, going in what Travis likes to call "doctor mode".

"His state worsened, as expected, but Kayla and Austin kept him sedated so he didn't suffer much. The poison gained on his body, infecting his lungs and it's almost at his heart. He's having some serious trouble breathing, his airways are constricted but with the flower, he'll go back to normal don't worry."

"An awful lot of people are telling me not to worry today."

"Really, who ?"

"Hermes."

"Right, and Apollo teaches me how to dance Zumba in my dreams."

"Please tell me that's a lie."

"He really did tried to convince me."

"Will you dance at my birthday ?"

"I'd rather do pole dancing."

"Even better."

This result in a mean jest to the stomach, making him double over.

"Bitch, I'm injured !"

"You deserved it, but wait, Hermes talked to you ?"

"Did you go deaf William ? Where did you even go with Nico ?"

"I'll tell you later, let's first give the flower to your brother."

Will pulls the curtain, revealing his brother impossibly pale, a tube going in his nose and sweat covering his entire body.

"How are we going to give it to him ? He's not conscious."

"We'll crush it into a fine powder then I'll put in a syringe mixed with a very small dose of nectar and tada ! He lives."

"It's not gonna work."

Will's face falls, "Why not ?"

"It stayed intact after a grenade exploded, it's not a hammer that will destroy it."

"A grenade ? What the fuck did you do ? No ! Actually I don't want to know."

"You will anyways but not now. We have to find another way to get the flower into Connor's body."

"Maybe Miranda will know what to do ? She's our best chance."

When they knock at Demeter's door, a girl Travis doesn't recognise open the door.

"Hey Billie, is Miranda here ? We need her help." Will asks.

Billie nods, disappearing inside the cabin before coming back with her older sister.

"Travis ! It's been such a long time !" Miranda hugs him and whispers, "I'm so sorry about Connor, if you need anything let me know."

"Well actually, we're here for that."

"Really ?" she perks up, "how can I help you ?"

Will shows her the flower and explains her the situation.

"I have never seen a flower like this before," she marvels, "it's... so powerful. I can feel the life insider her pulsing !"

"Is there anyway you can extract that life from the plant ?" he asks, hopeful.

"Sure, I can try."

Miranda closes her eyes and in her hands, the flower start glowing, emitting a green glow so strong both Will and Travis have to advert their eyes.

When they look again, Miranda now have a small golden petal in her hands.

"There you go !" she hands them proudly the petal.

"Oh by Demeter, thank you Miranda !"

Will takes back the cure and they sprint back to the infirmary.

On his watch, the hands shows 20:30 pm.

He watches Will dissolves the petal in a vial of nectar before transferring it to a syringe.

He watches the cure enter his brother's veins and Will putting a bandage on the his arm.

"Now, we wait until it cleaned his system from all the poison."

"I'm staying here."

"I don't think so, you are clearly dehydrated, famished and lacking sleep. It will take the whole night for Connor to recover. You are coming with me to dinner and then you'll go sleep in your cabin. Understood."

"You're an insufferable bossy brat."

"Travis."

"Okay, okay, understood."

"Great, let's go then, dinner begins in ten minutes."

Will, as always, was right.

As soon as he touches his bed, Travis falls dead asleep. His siblings have pestered him all dinner and he was forced to tell his quest at campfire, Ares cabin cheering loudly at his little grenade trick while he's sure he almost send Will into cardiac arrest.

He dreams of Connor and him, the day they promised each other to visit the whole world together, to never lie to each other, to always be there.

He dreams of his eyes gleaming when he tells him about a new prank he conceived, of teasing him about falling when he saw Malcolm execute perfectly a complicated sword trick, of his laugh resonating in the chilling evening when he remembers Huguette, the goat Travis thought would be a good way to charm Katie.

He dreams of Hermes looking at them from above and he feels safe.

We're reaching the end !!!

[folightening]

Muses

Hetalia - Spamano - Humans, Artist and Muse AU Romano was searching for a muse. He found one in Antonio, and so much more. Secret santa gift for@someone-you-do-not-know Ao3 Kinda long, so most of it's under the cut.

It had been months since he'd last made any reasonable progress. Months. And in that time, Veneziano had succeeded in not only finishing projects but gaining popularity. Grandfather's legacy giving him a boost there was the only thing that kept Romano's jealousy relatively low.

It had still been months since he'd last made progress. Finishing any of his projects was out of the question. He just didn't have the inspiration he needed.

Which led him into the countryside. If he couldn't find anything in the city, why not look in the country. Gilbert could protect him well enough and he'd hopefully find the inspiration he needed.

"I've got an idea," Gilbert's loud voice suddenly broke the relative silence.

"A good idea this time?"

Gilbert was trying, but so far none of his ideas or suggestions had worked.

"Follow me," Gilbert laughed.

With no other choice Romano followed him to someone's property. The old home stood single story, the dull white walls and dark tiled roof a striking contrast to the surrounding green. It had clearly belonged to someone with money at some time in history, with the open gateway and cobbled path leading up to the building. There were more than enough plants around: trees casting plenty of shade over the stone and the lawn, a variety of bushes and flowers, and Romano could see a garden of some size past the corner of the house.

"Who lives here?"

"Antonio."

As if that name meant anything to Romano. Gilbert dismounted his horse and helped Romano down as well.

"Go take a look around, I'll go talk to him."

"Are you sure that's okay?"

"Perfectly."

Gilbert left him standing there and Romano sighed. Typical of Gilbert to run off on him and leave him alone on some stranger's property. What if this Antonio was outside? He didn't even know how Gilbert knew the man. What was he supposed to say?

The old building would make a lovely painting but that wasn't inspiring. The flowering trees were beautiful but again not inspiring. Maybe farther on the land but Romano didn't want to trespass no matter how convinced Gilbert was that it would be fine.

Romano sighed and pulled his sketchbook from his pack. He might as well try getting something down. Even if Gilbert only brought him here so he could see a friend, at least Romano could say he tried.

Some time had passed and all he had to show for it were half finished sketches of the bushes and trees when Gilbert finally returned.

"Antonio knows we're here now come on."

Romano followed Gilbert through the yard, past the substantial garden, and through some trees. There was obviously something specific he had wanted to show him. Romano hoped this time it was worth it.

Beyond the small cluster of citrus trees was a cliff. Romano stared out across the view.

"This might work."

"Get to it then." Gilbert clapped him on the back. "Want me to go get something bigger for you to work on?"

"Hurry."

Romano focused on the view in front of him and started sketching the landscape.

"That's Romano?"

An unfamiliar voice Romano assumed belonged to Antonio interrupted his focus and he turned.

Walking over with Gilbert was exactly what Romano had been searching for. Romano stared at him: the sun-kissed skin, the unkempt dark hair, the strong frame under clothes designed more for comfort than anything else.

"Be my muse," Romano blurted out before he could think to stop himself.

"What?"

"You're perfect. Let me paint you."

Antonio's startled expression quickly melted into a sheepish smile.

"Oh. I."

Gilbert laughed and pat Romano's shoulder.

"You got good taste. Take him up on it, Antonio."

"But I've never had my portrait done."

The flustered expression was beautiful too. Romano wanted to spend hours studying Antonio's face. To see how he looked under different lighting, all his different expressions.

"It won't be anything professional. No one else even has to see it. Please."

Romano ignored Gilbert's snickering as Antonio finally nodded.

"Okay. What do you want me to do?"

"I'm going to raid your kitchen," Gilbert said. "Have fun."

"Just stay right there," Romano instructed Antonio as Gilbert left.

Romano turned to an empty page and started sketching. He wouldn't be able to capture every detail in just a sketch, but it would have to do for now.

"Gilbert said you are an artist in search of inspiration."

"Pretty much." A few more lines here for that hair. "I haven't gotten anywhere with it yet."

There was silence between them until Romano finished the picture and showed it to Antonio.

"Wow," Antonio exclaimed. "Do I really look like that?"

"You ever look in a mirror?"

Antonio laughed and Romano stared. He had to stay here for a while and keep drawing this man.

"Do you have room for me to stay here for a while?"

"You want to keep drawing me that much?"

"I do."

Now that he had finally found his muse he couldn't just walk away.

Antonio's laughter quieted.

"It would be nice to have someone around the house again. Okay Mr. Artist, I have a guest room you can use."

Perfect. Now he didn't have to wander aimlessly with Gilbert anymore, or return home to his family's loving judgements. And most importantly he got to spend more time with his muse.

"If I ever make you uncomfortable, tell me to knock it off," Romano said.

"Come on, I'll show you your room."

With how often he stared at and drew Antonio, Romano wanted to do something. Helping Antonio with his garden seemed to Romano a fine trade off with Antonio refusing to accept any money. As it turned out, Romano enjoyed gardening.

Unfortunately, helping Antonio outside meant distraction.

Distraction Antonio was more than happy to provide as he got more and more comfortable with being Romano's muse.

"Look Romano." "How's this Romano?" "Draw this Romano!"

And Romano listened to every demand. He didn't tire of staring at Antonio, loved recording the nature of Antonio in his artwork. Every stupid pose and goofy expression brought him farther and farther from his worries about his family's expectations. Every piece of Antonio - lovingly rendered to captured the man in his entirety - had him following Antonio into a life he had never considered having before. One carefree, without expectations or worries of the judgements of others. The more he followed his muse the less he cared about the life he'd been trying to fit himself into before.

Nonsense lyrics sang to a tune Romano wasn't sure existed before that moment interrupted his thoughts. Antonio was singing? He did have his guitar, and only an idiot would say he didn't play well, but Romano had never heard him sing before… Probably for good reason, if that was his choice of lyrics.

Antonio stopped in front of him, laughed, and Romano blinked himself out of his bewilderment.

"What the fuck kind of lyrics were those?"

Antonio smiled wider.

"Sing with me."

"How about I show you how it's done and you try not to ruin any more songs."

Antonio laughed again as Romano prepared. It had been a while. A long while. He had never sang for Antonio before. But dammit he had to show his idiot how it was done. If Antonio could burst into song, so could Romano.

And when he did, it wasn't quite the burst he had in mind. It started awkward while he regained his vocal footing before rising into the proper singing he prided himself on.

It felt good to sing again.

Antonio's awed adoration felt sublime.

"Why didn't you focus on singing?"

"I don't need other people telling me what to do with my voice." Unless you have any requests. "And it's too much work to make a career of it."

"With that voice you could be famous in no time."

Then I wouldn't have met you.

"I am glad for it though," Antonio added.

"Why?"

Antonio's eyes widened and the flustered expression was just as lovely as the first time Romano had seen it. Flustering Antonio was fun, and so easy - all Romano had to do was talk, especially if he leaned into his accent. Sometimes he wondered just how much Antonio liked hearing him.

"I should check to make sure everything is prepared for tonight."

Right, Antonio was hosting a party. Romano didn't do well with parties but maybe Antonio would let him stay on the side and politely ignore everyone.

"I'll finish up here," Romano said.

All of the expected guests arrived early. Emma and her fiancée Erzsébet's recent engagement made them the unofficial stars of the party. It was really just an excuse for everyone to get together. Romano was content to watch the party. He didn't dance, and didn't know most of the guests.

But for once it wasn't Antonio he was focusing on. Erzsébet had offered him a job earlier: to paint a portrait of herself and Emma. So he was watching the two of them, filling his page with sketches of the couple to get a feel for them before accepting her offer.

"You must be the artist Antonio told me about in his letters."

"Yeah, I am. Who…"

Romano stared at the man who could only be Antonio's twin.

"You must be João."

"Complained about me has he?"

"That he misses you."

João looked taken aback for a moment before lightly laughing.

"So how long have you been with Antonio?"

"A year."

João hummed and Romano took the time to look him over. His resemblance to Antonio was striking, they were identical twins after all, but there were also some things that were so different Romano couldn't believe people confused the two. But more important than the twins' similarities and differences, João knew things about Antonio that Romano didn't. He knew the side of the picture that Romano couldn't paint.

"Tell me about Antonio."

Romano didn't like the mischievous smile.

"You've been with Toninho for a year and need me to tell you about him? It would break his heart to hear that."

"You…" Romano sighed. He had heard about João, this was expected.

"He is talking to me again, and I have to thank you for that. So, and don't tell him I told you but - He thinks you're cute and adores your voice."

That explained earlier. It clarified so many moments that still had left Romano confused. But that wasn't what Romano had been wanting to hear.

"I know I only see part of him. You're his brother, surely you can tell me more."

"I can tell you all my brother's dark secrets later. Right now you don't want to miss Antonio's spotlight stealing." João pointed at Antonio. "He prides himself on his dancing."

Every dip and curve of Antonio's body had held Romano captive for so long, he had long ago committed every part of Antonio to memory. That didn't stop him from becoming utterly entranced by the sway of Antonio's hips and the fluid motion of his dance. Romano had seen him dance before; but this was different from silly dances in the kitchen or garden.

"He should."

This was the part of Antonio he could never hope to capture on any canvas: the pure passion with which he did everything. The passion for life itself shined bright, infecting Romano in ways nothing else could or ever had. Antonio had not only inspired him to complete art again but to find the simple beauties all around him. The man had changed the way Romano viewed the world, for the better, and Romano-

He loved him for it.

Suddenly everything was too much. Antonio's smile, the way he looked at him and Romano knew the man was checking to see if he still had his attention. As if Romano could focus on anyone else right now. As if anyone could have Romano's attention the way Antonio did. Romano tore his gaze from Antonio's perfect form and hurried away from the suffocating atmosphere that had descended over him.

Away from other people he took a deep breath. So he had fallen in love with Antonio. Of course he had, who wouldn't? Everything about the man had had him enthralled from the day they'd met. It was only a matter of time, and the past year had given them plenty of that.

"Romano? You hurried away so suddenly, are you okay?"

Romano looked at Antonio's concern.

"You were supposed to be inspiration- a way to improve my art."

Antonio's brows came together in confusion.

"Instead, you- You made me a better person, Antonio. I see everything differently and it's all your fault."

"What?"

"You have so much passion and love. For everything. I'm the artist, and I couldn't see the world until I met you."

Those irritating tears starting building and Romano swiped them away. Why did he have to tear up every time he got emotional? He was trying to confess.

"I don't understand-"

"Shut up so I can confess. You're gorgeous, and the best muse I've ever had, and so fucking wonderful I want to keep spending my life with you."

Antonio stared at him and for a moment Romano basked in the fact that he had rendered Antonio speechless.

Then Antonio blinded Romano with the force of his smile and knocked him to the ground with his eager embrace, but the pain quickly faded when Antonio's lips were on his. He felt how Romano had imagined he would; was so perfectly Antonio that Romano couldn't get enough.

"Aren't we supposed to date before you propose?" Antonio chuckled.

"That wasn't a proposal dummy."

"Well my answer's yes."

[jj-the-writer]

Day 1 @kelbreyweek:

Omori spoilers!

Comforting/Grieving.

A lazy Sunday afternoon hanging out at the park with Kim and the others. Vance suggests we go and get some candy from the othermart, but I decline saying I had business to do. The others tried to convince me to come along, but Kim stopped them, she knew what today was, and she knew I needed space.

"Thanks Kim. See ya tomorrow guys." I said as I made my way out the park.

"See ya tomorrow Aubrey!" Responded everyone as I made my way down the road.

Walking on the sidewalk I think to myself and I wonder if the others will be there...

I kick a pebble I find in the side walk to the bushes.

Hero probably can't make it since he's not in the city, but even if he was...

I stop and stare at a paper windmill that's planted to the grass next to the sidewalk. I keep walking...

Basil probably won't make it because he wouldn't want to bump into me.

I make a turn and I see the church in the distance.

Sunny has been closed off from everyone for about two years so I don't believe he has the guts to come out now, even if it is the second anniversary of his sister's death.

I open the door to the church and go inside.

Now Kel...

I really don't know how I'd react if I saw any of them today. Maybe I'd yell at them for only now appearing... I don't want to be angry...

I walk around in the graveyard and I let my eyes land towards Mari's gravestone and to my surprise... There he is, a tall boy dressed in an orange hoodie and brown cargo pants with straight brown hair down to his neck, looking at my friend's gravestone and holding a bouquet of flowers...

Why... Is he here... I haven't seen him once in those two years visit her grave and you decide to show up now?!

I bite my tongue and walk towards him and the grave.

"Aubrey! You're here..." He said in a conflicted tone as he saw me.

"Ofcourse I am." Did he think I wouldn't? Or was he hoping he wouldn't see me? "What are you doing here Kel?" I snark, trying to mask my conflicting emotions.

"... As of today it's been two years since she died, I wanted to pay my respects." He said with a soft smile while looking at my friend's grave.

"Pay your respects? Kel you haven't been here once after her burial."

"That's not true! I come here on occasion and I came last year too, the fact that you don't see me doesn't mean I don't visit her."

"Tch. Whatever, loser." I say as I sit cross legged looking at Mari's gravestone.

Kel lets out a sigh and sits next to me.

A few minutes of silence pass and even if none of us wanted to admit it, it felt nice to have someone as we visited Mari...

Kel moves a little forward and places his bouquet next to the gravestone before sitting back down.

"Even if we don't talk anymore, I'm glad you showed up Aubrey..." He said as he rubbed his eyes.

"Are you crying?" I responded in a sort of shock.

"What?! Ofcourse not! There's just something in my eye." Kel tried to defend himself, I could see through his lie since his voice was a little shaky...

"You're visiting... Your dead friend, you can cry you know..." For some reason I felt the need to reassure him that he can be open around me, even after he neglected me for so long... What am I even doing... I begin talking to Mari...

"Hello Mari, as of today you've been gone for two whole years... and my life has changed dramatically since you left..."

My voice starts to get shaky.

"I think you might've been the glue of our group, the one who kept us together..."

Kel looks at me and a few tears run down my face.

"Because ever since you left... we have all fallen apart. And it's so... Difficult to not have my group anymore, and your absence makes everything worse..."

I lower my head and put my palms over my eyes.

"Every day... I ask WHY?... Why did you leave us... And was there anything we could've done...?"

A few seconds if silence only broken by my hiccups.

"Why did you have to leave... You were so loved... What could've driven you to..."

I raise my head once more and I notice that Kel has been crying silently... This is the first time I'd seen him cry...

He begins to speak, not tearing his eyes away from our friend's gravestone.

"Mari... I don't know if I even have the right to say this but... Your absence has been so difficult... Everything is so different when you're not around... And I wish we hadn't fallen apart, everything would be so much more bearable if we stuck together..."

"Kel don't say that." I say, in complete disregard of my eyes running like some sort of waterfall. "Ofcourse you have the right to express your pain, just as much as anyone else!"

"And Aubrey..." He continues as he turned his head around to face me. "I'm so sorry I never made an effort to reach out to you... It must have been so difficult for you and I am so terribly sorry for not ever talking to you." He says as he puts my hands in his. "You didn't deserve that."

"Don't talk like that idiot! You had your own issues to deal with, and I only realize that now, I should've tried to..." I say and I feel my face turned red as a plethora of emotions rush over me. "I'm... I'm sorry." I said as my entire worldview for the past two years shattered in an instant.

Kel rushes forward and goes for a deep hug. I'm caught off guard but I don't shove him away. Which is what I would do under normal circumstances... However his hug felt warm, and not only the temperature kind of warm, the warmth of embrace, of problems fading, of... Love.

I slowly move my hands behind his back and I hug him back. Both of us audibly crying on each other's shoulders. The first time both of us let ourselves be vulnerable with the presence of someone else in a long time.

After a few minutes of this much needed embrace we break it off and look at each other. Suddenly I realize that the sun was setting, twilight painting the sky in a warm orange color.

"You know, I think orange isn't so bad after all." I say with a smile as I wipe my tears.

We both stare at each other for a few seconds and burst out laughing. But amidst Kel's laughing I hear him say something.

"HAHA... Haha I love you..."

"Haha... You... You what...?"

Kel suddenly realizes what he said and tries to convince me he didn't say what I heard, in a combination of poor excuses and stuttering. I let out a sigh and I stop him on his tracks.

"I swear..." I look at him once before speaking again. "Please repeat that." I tell him while looking at him right in his eyes.

He scratches the back of her s head trying to avert his eyes from me, but eventually we lock eyes and he says the thing that I so wanted to hear.

"I love you."

My eyes instantly tear up, I feel my face flare up and I go for a hug once again. And as my face is covered by his shoulder, I respond. "I love you too, dumbass..."

He grabs my shoulders softly and pulls me away so he can look at my eyes properly. He put his palm on my cheek and he softly wiped my tears with his fingers as softly as ever. It sends a shiver down my spine to see him handle me so gently.

His gentle movements wake something in me and without realizing my hands move on their own and I grab his face as I go for a passionate kiss. It felt... So liberating, so sweet and warm, it felt like sunlight itself.

He must've been caught off guard because after that, he fell behind, leaving me on top of him.

I slowly pull away and I hear him breathing fast, his eyes wide open. The only thing he was capable of saying was just "Wow..." Which made me realize what I'd done. I cover my mouth and i move away from him to give him some space. "I'm so sorry, I... I don't know what came over me you just looked so pretty against the sun I-"

His face was bright red but despite that he opened his mouth to comfort me... "Hey! Don't apologise!" He said and he held me in his arms...

"It's okay, I actually liked it..." Kel looked at my eyes again... "Would you mind if I kissed you back...?"

"You idiot, don't even ask..." And after those words were said, we both pulled closer and kissed as the twilight shined upon us. It felt like there was no one else in the entire world, this was our moment. It felt like all our problems disappeared momentarily, all to enjoy this moment with each other. Tears fell off of both our eyes as we kissed... And we eventually broke off.

"Even after two years that she's been gone, Mari is the one who brought us together again. You were right, she is the glue of our group." Said Kel with teary eyes and we both let out a weak laugh.

We both turned back to Mari and poured our hearts to her once more, this time closer to each other, and finally we thanked her for bringing us together before walking away from the cemetery. Once we got out of the church we noticed the sun had set, being a little dark out.

"Do you want to hang out, or would you like me to walk you to your place?" Said Kel with one of his usual bright smiles.

"I'll take the hangout option, thank you very much." I said as I softly punched the side of his arm.

The both of us started walking along the sidewalk as Kel pulled my hand out of my jacket's pocket to hold it. I said nothing, only smiled and kept walking...

[erigold13261]

Some nice Hanami-related HCs to brighten up your day! (Sorry if I butcher her HCs, and no need to answer these)

-Sometimes she likes to stick her legs into a river, just to feel the cold stream. (She even does this during a rainstorm, when the river is overflowing.)

-She likes to enjoy watching the kelp/moss that grows underwater too. (Her and Dagon like to talk about kelp together.)

-She is actually quite airheaded, especially when she's in nature. Meanwhile, she becomes talkative when not around nature. (It's because she is trying to distract herself from No Nature)

-The reason why she gets along with Jogo is because fire is needed for plants to thrive. Controlled burning is a way that humans use to balance out nature.

-Mahito and her initially did not get along with Mahito's hyper energy, but Jogo insisted on him joining the team with his potential (and since humans harnessed fire to fight).

-Hanami's disdain for humanity grew as she saw humans manipulate and destroy nature. She wasn't against farming, since all beings needed to eat plants. But humans, they kept on taking more than they need, with their farming becoming more factory-like. So she... snapped. (I guess one of the reasons why she drops out of the "kill all non-powered humans" scheme in the Eriverse is due to the fact that Qwaza tech does not destroy nature much compared to how we produce energy in the JJK world/irl.)

-Sometimes she and her friends like to find a huge tree to hang out on, and just climb up there. Enjoy the scenery, with a makeshift bed of leaves.

-Ilia likes to paint flower patterns on her skin.

-If her and Hanada Miyo ever met, she would have some of her faith towards humanity restored, seeing such a kind and gentle soul have love for nature. (But be weirded out since Miyo is hunting down Hanami's kind for a living.)

-She doesn't necessarily like kids, but she will take up babysitting. It's better than leaving Jogo or Mahito to do the task. (Taking the kids out for a nature hike, or a flower garden makes her happy.)

Hope your days get better! (I'm probably going to write some stuff about other characters if you have any requests!)

Oh these are all so cute! Thank you for them! I don't subscribe to all of them, but they were a really neat read!

I mainly don't subscribe to the "airhead" one, because I see her as being incredibly thoughtful and full of insight, even when in nature where she might be super quite. To outsiders she probably seems aloof or distracted, but really she is just caught up in thought and appreciation of nature.

However, she does absolutely have her moments of stupidity lol. I want to make a picture with her, Mahito, and Jogo with the caption "The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math" and then just Dagon like "I was good with my math, but the math fucking hated me." Because like, those three took such stupid risks to try and reach their goals. Dagon was the only one who like, planned shit out and the only reason they got merked was because they were being jumped! (and Toji'd lol).

Really love the idea of Hanami sitting by a river with her feet in it while Dagon is actually in the river. Especially if it's one like in the anime where Playful Cloud was dropped during her fight scene with Maki and Megumi.

Like her sitting on a rock as it rains and just feeling the gently flow of the river while Dagon is laying in the middle but it's too small of a river to fully cover them but it's okay since it's raining and the two are just vibing together so peacefully (and then Mahito drags Jogo out and tosses him into the shallow river, and then a chase scene ensues while Hanami and Dagon just watch).

Love that Jogo had to convince Hanami to let Mahito in (and then to make Mahito the leader) because after a while I bet Jogo hated his own decision because of how annoying Mahito is to him (and like SPECIFICALLY Jogo as I love the HC that Mahito is the most annoying to Jogo, and then least annoying to Dagon).

I can see Hanami painting flowers on Ilia's skin actually! Just like, Hanami crushes up some berries or whatever natural coloring she can and finger paints lightly onto Ilia's skin. Ilia on the other hand would be drawing abstract lines onto Hanami's skin and telling her about great stories of cursed spirits (and humans) who shared similar lines with Hanami that he is drawing lightly onto her skin.

And yea, babysitter Hanami my beloved! Her and Kechizu are besties! She's like the cool aunt to him! :3

[beelzlikes]

Well. It's Halloween.

I was thinking of going to see the Five Nights at Freddy's movie because people seem to like it and I am not invested in the FNaF series at all so I don't have much to "lose". But I also just... don't care.

Like... I don't like watching movies and shows by myself. I want to be able to talk to someone about it. An experience isn't worthwhile if it can't be shared. No one wants to hang out with me, even if it's just sitting silently watching a movie for two hours.

The number of anime I wanted to watch with friends is incalculable. I wanted to watch Chainsaw Man WITH you guys. Not just binge and "catch up" so I know how to engage in conversation about the show... I wanted to hear about your favorite parts and see you get excited about a scene that's coming up or we pause the episode to order a pizza and you gush about what just happened.

But no. You wouldn't watch it with me, even when I asked you to. You were too busy, had other more important things to do, besides you've seen it already why watch it again after all?

I WANTED to play Flesh and Blood with you guys. I was researching the rules and paying attention to how you played and asked clarifying questions. But then you never wanted to play. All of a sudden - even though you were so excited to teach me - now you can't be bothered, or even bring it up anymore. I guess you thought I didn't care enough so you gave up asking but... I NEEDED you to ask. I NEED to be invited or else I am blatantly and objectively unwelcome.

I just wanted you guys to come over. I wanted to show off my house. I kept it clean and I did the yard work and I planted flowers to make it look nice. But nobody wanted to come. Nobody wanted to drive an hour and a half to my place, even though I was making that same drive to them EVERY Friday and I never once complained about it. Gods, it was like pulling teeth getting you all to come to my birthday party, and then you cock blocked me and left with all the guests so everyone had only been there for like two hours when you all got up and said "we're leaving now" and took everyone with you. I fucking cried myself to sleep that because I had convinced myself everyone was having a good time, but in retrospect I could see how they were all miserable to be there... And Nich cock blocking me and was only right cause I was flirting with a straight guy, so I guess he was only "looking out for me" by keeping the two of us on opposite sides of the room the entire night.

Looking back on all those interactions... YEARS of DnD. What was it for? What did it mean? Was it worth ANYTHING to you? I'd go and some nights it felt like I was the only one who wanted to play. Which made me think everyone else was just doing it to be nice to me, they'd all rather watch a movie or go out and do something, but they were forced to play DnD because that's what they thought I wanted. But I honestly just wanted some friends. And to see you all SO bored sometimes it just sucked the fun out it. I... gave up trying to be clever, I gave up acting in character, I gave up coming to each session prepared with a plan for what I was going to do next because it didn't matter anyway, none of those plans ever worked out the way I wanted so it was just a waste of mental effort to think about.

And THEN everyone shipping my character with the NPC Bishop?? "Ooh you two are so cute together, you're made for each other, what a romantic tale of star crossed lovers." NO! NO NO NO! I am NOT going to sit at a table and FLIRT with my ex boyfriend vicariously through NPCs. I refuse and I told Nich as much, "Don't encourage the boyfriends thing between my character and the NPC because it makes me uncomfortable."

They don't care. They don't care now, they didn't care then. They're glad I'm out of their lives so they can actually hang out with people they like and who will be honest with them. My other friends are getting married and have an entire family to look after, so they're never going to invite me over for a movie night anymore because they have kids and jobs and responsibilities that I simply can't relate to.

Cause I'm a ghost. I'm not actually here. I never was. I've been dead for years, I'm just haunting the living.

[statticscribbles]

Doodle

Summary: Newt/Reader; Soulmate AU,whatever you write/draw on your skin appears on your soulmates

All throughout school you’d catch doodles and scribbles on your arms; occasionally the faint sketch of some creature but mostly small flowers or magically drawn birds. You’d never figured out who it was during your time at hogwarts; but when you started working in the ministry; the drawings became a comfort, you often wonder if they play a role in your decision to work in the Magical Creature’s department. You don’t usually respond to the drawings, they either appear in places you can’t easily reach due to your clothes covering them; or you’re working on gathering information and trying your best to do research about the creatures everyone wants to destroy. You hate how wrong that feels and you take more comfort in the drawings of the creatures as if they’re being studied, not hunted; soon lists were added; odd ingredients or items. It was a silly habit but you found yourself buying the plants that were most commonly listed as well as keeping a small hoard of galleons for whatever kept stealing your soulmates. You’d never actually talked to him; but one day after he angrily scraped three underlines under ‘liquid seaweed’ did you draw a small frowning niffler next to it; you added a speech bubble and the words “that stung” colouring in the tears. The reaction was immediate; swirls and flowers and branches suddenly heated your skin, magically drawn on. It sunk in your soulmate never realized you’d returned the doodles; just that they had forgotten how much they’d drawn on themselves.

I’ve never thought I would have a soulmate all my time at ----------- I couldn’t ever remember seeing drawings. You frown and the gap in the sentence; you knew locations and names wouldn’t go through. You draw the niffler again; sitting on your wrist and adding a speech bubble filled with magic hearts I always thought you were too busy with whatever you do.

Research. He responds and draws a heart around the niffler.

You like nifflers? You ask and he draws another bunch of hearts before adding. They're cute but they steal everything shiny he adds a frown and you cross over it grinning as you draw yet another niffler holding a heart. They just want love is all; and all your shinies. You look up jumping when you see Thesues Scamander standing in front of your desk looking unimpressed.

“Sorry sir; what can I do for you?”

“I need the report from the incident with the grindylows from the other day. Murklow said that it could be a cover for a Grindelwald meeting.” You nod pulling your sleeve down and waving your wand to pull the report he’s asking for.

“Here you are sir; anything else?”

“Were you talking to your soulmate?” You flush a little at his question, nodding.

“Well if he likes nifflers as much as you; ask about other creatures?”

“Oh that’s a good idea sir!” You grin and he smiles softly.

“Call me Theseus, Y/N.” You nod, waiting until Theseus leaves and then scribbling on your arm a question that your soulmate leaves blank for two hours. Do you like magical creatures or are you like most others? You’re not sure what you’re expecting but you receive a paragraph along your thigh with only a few of the words blanked. You read through all of it twice grinning at how passionately he talks about how misunderstood most creatures are. You draw a niffler offering a heart out and then ask Have you read Fantastic beasts and where to find them? It just came out; I love it. You grin to yourself when a string of hearts answers your question. What do you think of the author? You chew your lip jumping when your boss calls you for a new case. You scowl at the information; most of the department still believed in the older information of most of the magical creatures. The new case was investigating a group of knarls that were nearing a muggle area. You spend the rest of the day gathering as much information about the area the knarls were last seen and what you’ll need to capture and relocate them.

Sorry work got busy; I love the author, he seems so kind and wonderful. You offer frowning when there’s no reply.

“Y/N!” You turn when you hear your name called and are surprised to see Thesues walking over.

“Yes?”

“You’re working on that Knarl case right?” You nod letting Theseus update you on the whereabouts, apparently the knarls were only in the muggle area because there’s a Jarvey that took over there home.

“A Jarvey.” You scowl sighing.

“Thank you Theseus; this makes dealing with it a lot easier; at least I can sort of talk to the Jarvey.” You roll your eyes and he grins.

“You off home now?”

“No; I’m off to go see if I can find the Jarvey; or the Knarls.”

“You think you can talk to them?”

“The Knarls yes; the Jarvey, hopefully.” You wave goodbye to Theseus as you take the floo network home.

Do you know about Jarvey’s? I have to deal with one soon. You wait for a reply as you pack a bag; drumming your fingers as you get no response before you apparate to the area that the report said they were in.

To catch one? You nod before writing yes. All you get is a half sketch half doodle of a niffler, with a heart and it making what you assume is a thumbs up gesture.

You groan waking up after having spent most of the night trying to convince the Jarvey to leave the Knarls alone and find a better home. You’d been called a bitch and vermin about fifty times before you’d gone to speak to the Knarls; the Jarvey had been offended enough to counter offer your idea of leaving the Knarls home to find a new one for himself. That was after he’d angrily scraped at your arm; almost tearing through the doodled nifflers.

You managed to agree to rehome the Knarls away from the muggle area; and even offered the Jarvey some moles you’d managed to gather before you’d gone to meet them. You’d gotten as close to a thank you as possible from a Jarvey and he even offered to come with you to the ministry to explain what you’d agreed with. You’d assured him while you appreciated it; you didn’t like the idea of him being captured. He’d then drawn a crude sort of star on your palm with a black marker he’d found and you’d returned to the ministry with the Knarls in a cat carrier with blankets charmed to stay warm.

“Good morning Y/N.” Thesues grins and you nod yawning.

“Late night?”

“Yeah; but I got the knarls.”

“You got the knarls?” He looks down to the case and you grin.

“And the jarvey?”

“He’s enjoying his new home and the snack I brought him.”

“You fed the Jarvey? And talked to it?”

“I mean I don’t know how much of a conversation it was; I was explaining everything going on and he kept calling me a bitch.” You shrug setting the knarls; which continue to sleep under your desk as you start to work up the report.

Did it go okay? You grin at your soulmates question, drawing a crude doodle of the knarls in the carrier. We all survived. Minus my pride. You don’t look at the response for a while finishing up the report and waiting till lunch to find your supervisor to ask about relocating the knarls.

The jarvey decided to knock me down a peg. Beside the explanation you doodle the jarvey with an angry face and a little speech bubble with the words bitch and vermin in it. The only response is a frowning face.

Since you know so much about magical creatures; where's the safest place for me to bring the knarls? You chew your lip hoping that wherever he describes won’t be blanked out. Suitcase. Or a large field with plenty of hedgerows; anywhere a hedgehog would live. You nod drawing a circle and question marks around the word suitcase.

“Y/N where are you off to?” You hold up the case, the knarls chattering at you and you frown.

“I’m sorry guys; I just have to have a quick chat and we can get you a nice big field and some new worm hunting grounds.” They chitter again and you sigh.

“I’m heading to drop the knarls off to a much better home.”

“Your soulmate give you advice?” Theseus grins as he walks up spotting the carrier in your hands.

“Apparently I need a suitcase.” You laugh showing Thesues the writing on your arm. He nods glancing from the knarls to your arm and back to you. He doesn’t say anymore simply turning away back towards his department. You shrug and leave the ministry building to apparate to one of your favourite spots in the countryside. You glance to the abandoned cottage before nuding the door open and opening the carrier to let the knarls wander out.

“There we are. Is this an okay spot?” You hum as the knarls seem to vanish. You make a note to check back on them in the coming weeks. You know you still have time for lunch but you decide to return back to the ministry to avoid rushing and being able to have a cup of tea in peace. You’re sitting in the lobby people watching when you can see a figure stagger out from the floo network and almost tackle Theseus to the ground. You try not to laugh when Theseus grins hugging the figure as the figure seems to hang limply in his grip for a moment before his head swivels looking around.

“It’s lunch right now.” You can hear Thesues’ voice and you note how the man next to him wilts. You try your best not to laugh at them returning to your tea before you can feel eyes on you. You don’t say anything feeling the faint scratch of a pen on your arm. Turn around and wave. You roll your eyes turning and waving. The man next to Theseus stares at the ground while Thesues moves towards you.

“Y/N. How’s lunch going?”

“You lost your friend.”

“My brother actually, Newt; come over here and say hello to Y/N she works in the department for magical creatures.”

“Oh; hello.” He walks slowly over extending his hand and you catch a familiar black star shape on his palm.

“Your soulmate?” You question and he nods.

“No clue what they mean by the star; but it’s nice to finally talk to them.” He grins slightly and you laugh a little nodding.

“What about you?” Thesues comments and you look down to your palm at the star shape.

“The Jarvey I talked to earlier. He decided it was a parting gift.” Newt steps closer to examine it; his fingers brushing over your palm; barely touching it.

“Is this the same jarvey that called you a bitch and vermin? I might have to have a word with him.” He mumbles and you try your best not to give anything away with how Newt keeps side glancing to Theseus.

“I was wondering; since you’re the expert here; I dropped the knarls off to a new area; and I don’t know if it’s a proper place for them..” You trail off and can see Thesues roll his eyes.

“You two enjoy your talk about knarls; remember lunch is over in twenty minutes.” Thesues reminds you and you nod waiting as he leaves before you look up at Newt.

“Hey.” He grins watching as you press your palms together to match the stars up.

“Your drawings are much better than my doodles of a niffler.”

“I thought they were very true to reality.”

“Is this why you mentioned a suitcase.”

“Yes; did it help you catch on?” he tilts his head and you gasp. He grins as Pickett pokes his head out.

“Not now Pickett.” Your hand drifts upwards and Pickett’s hands reach towards you and climbs on your hand.

“Oh. Hello there sweetheart. Aren’t you just the most impressive bowtruckle I’ve ever seen.” Pickett taps his little hands on your figner nails and Newt sighs.

“His ego is big enough; please don’t lie to him.”

“It’s the truth. No harm in reminding him. He really is incredible though. His leaves are a beautiful green shade.” You grin and Pickett taps faster on your hand before scurrying towards your shoulder as Newt reaches for him.

“Pickett no!” he scolds trying to grasp at the bowtruckle as he hunkers down  on your shoulder.

“Newt it’s alright; I can show you where the knarls are anyways.” He looks towards the clock and you catch your supervisor's attention.

“Yes Y/N.”

“I dropped the knarls off sir; is there anything else?”

“Oh good; we have two new cases one involving; what else were you going to ask.”

“Well sir; I’ve just found my soulmate and I was hoping-“

“Go home! Talk with each other. For Merlins sake Y/N; you have enough vacation days regardless of  the soul week you get to spend off. Go on.” He nods and you grin.

“Thank you.” You grin and Newt waves to him, you laugh a little when he falters and glaces to both of you.

“Theseus is going to kill me.” He grins and you quirk an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yes; I was just talking about how I finally realized I do have a soulmate and he all but demanded to see what we’d written. He lost it when he saw the writing; I guess I know why. He recognised your handwriting.” You smile at him nodding to the Floo network.

“Here; hold my hand.” Your hand twines with his as you step into the floo-place and close your eyes speaking the area of the countryside.

“Here we are.” You grin and Newt looks around.

“This seems perfect for knarls.” You grin back at him.

“Now may I show you the first option?”

“The suitcase?” You look confused and he grins holding his hand out. You close your eyes; you’re not sure why but Newt grins.

“Okay open!” you spot his face; halfway obscured by a young Occamy curling around his neck.

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a sister’s sacrifice ; part three ↠

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when considering the deaths of the people on the dream smp server, yours is the hardest

schlatt was detested by all when he’d died

few people still truly cared for wilbur when he met his end; the man he once was was long gone by then

but you

you never changed

you were a constant for so many & immovably kind to the rest

selfless, giving, caring

even when you just wanted an escape, you came to the aid of your brothers

you gave the ultimate sacrifice & paid the price

everyone mourns you

when the battle is won & dream locked away indefinitely

once everyone has come down from the high of freeing themselves from dream’s reign, the server goes into a state of grieving

there’s no denying your death

they all saw the message in chat

you’re dead

those that were close to you took it hard

niki was narrowly stopped from burning down the bakery you encouraged her to open and helped build

eret put her emotions into work on a memorial in their museum for you

even under the egg’s control, bad & ant put the eggpire aside for you

of course, those who took it the hardest is your family

when ghostbur learns of your death, he’s distraught

he doesn’t quite know how to handle the information

he protects your home & only allows people to enter when he supervises them

tommy took a while to move past his anger & deal with the fact that you’re gone

tubbo ran off to start snowchester

he chose to distract himself rather than truly process his emotions, even if you’d always done your best to break that habit of his

now that you’re not around, who’s to stop him from letting himself be numb to it all?

techno is another one of your family members who chose to barely acknowledge your passing

he became somehow more monotonous & emotionless

and phil

...

there’s no word for a parent who loses a child

wilbur was gone & of course it messed phil up to be the one to take will’s last life but by that point his son was gone

but you

you’d always been such a genuinely good person

phil did so little for you as a father

he was so absent

he never apologized to you for that

he never told you how much he loves & appreciates you & everything you’ve done to keep their family together when he couldn’t be bothered

it’s a few hours after he received the news from ranboo that all the guilt for everything he had ever put you through hit him

he broke down in his kitchen while trying to distract himself by organizing his cupboards

but all he could think about was you

you & your never ending kindness & compassion

he was never a father to you

yet you never hated him

why couldn’t you have hated him?

it would hurt less to lose you if you hated him; it’s what he deserves

he’s unworthy of your love

but he can only dwell so long on you

you are given a proper funeral

you’re buried by the seashore, somewhere between l’manberg and tommy’s abandoned vacation homes in an open field

the sever members plant so many flowers, your gravesite becomes a flower field

but soon, life goes on

it will only hurt for longer to draw out the mourning period

it would do no good for anyone

besides, you wouldn’t want the server to be sad for your sake

techno supposes it’s for the best that you died

he does his best to move on, filling his days with resource gathering and upgrading his tools, weapons, and armor while trying to think through his emotions logically

as much as he liked you

as much as everyone liked you, you were too good

you were the best of them

fate is not kind to heroes

“hello!”

technoblade is not an easy man to sneak up on, let alone scare

the greeting itself isn’t want startles him

it’s turning toward the voice to lock eyes with you

you who is dead

techno is not proud of the sound he made when he saw you but you of all people wouldn’t make fun of him for it

he just stares at you, slowly realizing what’s happened

you look desaturated, the color drained from your clothes

your skin is grey & almost translucent

you’re a ghost

“y/n.”

“hello! who are you?”

techno tells no on one of your ghost form

he even keeps the rest of the server a secret from you

he leads you to your old home & leaves you there w/ ghostbur

he hopes your and ghostbur’s combined amnesia will keep you out of harm’s way i.e. the rest of the server

he visits you occasionally but mostly leaves you be

you live happily with ghostbur for a while

he is very glad to have you back

his memory is nearly as bad as yours, so the story of the server & what happened to you when you were alive is only given to you in bits & pieces that are near impossible to fit together

it was only a matter of time before someone came to visit your house

“...y/n?”

it’s tubbo who finds you first

or he finds your ghost

(tubbo) y/n! oh my god! you’re a ghost! you’ve come back!

(you) hello! *whispers* ghostbur, who is this?

(ghostbur, whispering obviously) that’s tubbo, one of your other brothers i’ve told you about

(you, whispering) oh, right

(tubbo) how long have you- oh, this is incredible! i have to tell tommy! he’s been so sad since you died; he’ll be so glad to see you!

tubbo messages tommy, who is skeptical but reluctantly comes to your house anyway

but there you are

your ghost anyway

which is good enough, honestly

(tommy) y/n!

you catch him in a hug easily, even if you’ve never met him before

(tommy) you’re alive!

(you) no i’m not. i’m a ghost!

techno happens to check in on you when tubbo & tommy are there

bad news for technoblade: you’d told them about techno leading you here

meaning: tommy knows techno hid you from him & everyone else

needless to say, he is not too happy about that

(tommy) you hid her! you kept her away from us!

(techno) tommy, you have to understand-

(tommy) i don’t have to understand shit! you hid her from us! you lied to us!

(techno) tommy-

(tommy) you kept her from everyone! you’re selfish and you’re a liar and you’re horrible and-

(techno) i did it to protect her! she’s been hurt enough protecting others; it’s our turn to protect her. the only way we can do that is by leaving her alone

(tommy) she’s my sister

(techno) your sister is dead, tommy. for once in her life, let her have peace

tommy gives up on techno & goes to you instead

(tommy) y/n! y/n, we can bring you back. we can revive you. well, dream can revive you but he’s in prison so he has to do what we say so we can bring you back. we can be a family again. don’t you want to come back?

(you) ...no

that

...

that isn’t what tommy was expecting

(tommy) what?

(you) if alive y/n comes back, i won’t exist anymore. and i’ve only just got here. i don’t want to go yet

(tommy) don’t you understand how much y/n means to me? y/n has to come back. she has to. she’s so important. not just to me but to, um... tubbo as well! right, tubbo? don’t you want y/n back?

tommy looks to tubbo for some backup but the shorter boy looks away

(tubbo) i think we need to let y/n go, tommy

the betrayal that fills tommy’s chest is soon gone as he locks eyes with techno

tommy knows techno is right

you’re too much of a good person

you���re too willing to sacrifice yourself for others

even as a ghost your kindness is blinding

this server will only drain you of everything you have yet again

he will drain you of everything you are

he’s just tried to convince you to cease to exist to bring back the former version of yourself

(you) i’m sorry. it’s just- i’ve heard there are these really pretty blue flowers in the swamp biome that i haven’t got to see yet-

(tommy) no. it’s fine. i’m sorry. i-... i should go.

tommy leaves your house & tubbo goes with him

even if tubbo caught on a bit sooner to techno’s reasoning, he’s still concerned at his friend’s sudden change in character

(tubbo) tommy... are you alright?

(tommy) ...i really want her back

(tubbo) i do, too. but she’s gone

(tommy) she doesn’t have to be

tubbo can’t argue with that

(tommy) but... maybe it’s for the best

(tubbo) really?

(tommy) yeah.

(tubbo) but just earlier you were telling me about your plan to get the revive book from dream

(tommy) techno’s right, tubbo. all everyone- myself included- has ever done to y/n is take. and she’s given everything

(tubbo) because she loved us

(tommy) as much as she loved us and as much as we loved her... the only thing we’ve ever brought her is pain. i think now... now is her time to rest.

(tubbo) ...that’s very pog champ of you, big man

tommy had planned to visit dream as many times as it took to get the revive book location off of him so he could revive you, but now he’s accepted that he needs to move on

he needs to move on from you & dream & everything dream has put him through

he decides to pay one last visit to dream, put him behind him, & never look back

he’s ready to start a new chapter in his life, one without dream

and the first one without you

but then he’s locked in the prison

two weeks pass

nearing three weeks & tommy still isn’t allowed out of dream’s cell

he’s irritated and annoyed and most of all he’s scared

but he can’t let dream know he’s still afraid of him, that’s why he pisses dream off enough to the point of being beat to death

tommy begs him to stop

but then he’s gone

everything is dark

black

empty

nothing

is this what death is?

conscious in absolute nothingness?

tommy’s feet feel the ground beneath him

his senses come back to him

it’s still dark but he feels as though he can see again

where is he?

heaven?

no, probably hell

or maybe neither?

both...?

what the hell happened?

the first thing to break the silence is the voice tommy has known since he was an infant

the voice of the person who raised him

the voice of the person who has always been there for him

the voice of the person who he has finally let go of

your voice

saying one simple word

“tommy?”

[rubbersouls]

Illicit affairs (pt. 3)

Bruno Madrigal x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Note: hi! Here is part 3, I hope you like it. Feel free to comment on anything:)

You were walking to the door to go home, replaying that moment over and over in your mind; his fingers skimming the skin on your face felt so right, and when he touched your lips, you would have given anything for his thumb to be his lips instead, your chest pounded and you could feel your face burning red, you couldn’t even breathe. You bit your lip trying to feel the same, when a voice took you out of your thoughts and made you gasp of surprise.

“(y/n)! It’s so good to see you, how are you?” asked Luisa cheerfully, honestly se came out of nowhere, it took you a second to figure it was her.

“Luisa! It’s good to see you too! I’m good, thank you for asking” you gave her a polite smile, kind of nervous, though. She didn’t seem convinced, rather a little bit concerned when she looked at you for more than a second.

“Are you sure? You’re very flushed, looks like you got fever… where are you coming from?” she asked as she put the back of her hand against your forehead, checking your temperature.

“Uh… I-I came looking for Isabella… apparently she’s not home, so I guess I’ll go” you avoided her going under her arm, waving goodbye with a nervous smile as you ran through the hallway, leaving Luisa very confused.

“Isabella got home like 20 minutes ago… but okay, I guess” she said to herself, wondering what you were really doing, but maybe that wasn’t her business, so she didn’t say anything. You went home and prepared everything you’d wear. You prayed you’d dream about that.

The next day was a great day, everything was ready at the Casa Madrigal, everything decorated with a variety of flowers and plants Isabella had discovered she could grow, along with many balloons and all types of food you could want, everyone helping with the last preparations, when you decided to show up a little early to see where you could help. You had made sure you looked your best, carefully preparing your dress, doing your hair, your makeup, a red lipstick to make your lips stand out. Somehow you were a teenager again, with butterflies in your guts that made your chests pump and a smile carve into your mouth at the simple thought of that man. You kept telling yourself this was platonic, that nothing could happen, but the feeling of his skin against yours haunted you and ran through your mind at all times and you couldn’t ignore how possible that felt. You hoped it was real, but you didn’t dare to say it out loud.

The door was open as everyone was running around with food, flowers, decorations; a happy place for a happy event that you were celebrating. Your friend came to find you in her beautiful, dyed dress, a lot of colors showing she no longer needed to pretend to be all perfect, now she could express herself through colors and the great variety of things she could grow.

“(y/n)! just in time, come with me, I need to set the last flowers by the rooftop” she signed you to follow her as she climbed the stairs and you began walking beside her.

“Isa, your dress looks amazing, it fits you”

“Thanks! I just added a few details since you helped me with it the other day. Sorry I wasn’t home yesterday, though… but I’m glad you got along with my Tío” your heart skipped a beat.

“Uhm, yesterday?”

“Yeah. Dolores said you had a… conversation with Bruno”

“Oh! Oh” fuck, Dolores… “yeah, I wanted to introduce properly, you know” you laughed nervously.

“I’m glad he’s socializing, making friends with our friends” she said with a weird tone, looking at you from the side.

“Are you trying to say anything?” you asked.

“No, I’m not. Do you want to tell me anything?” you could see a grin on her sarcastic smile as you peeked at her.

“No”

“Okay then” she said and continued to walk at normal pace, like nothing happened.

Your heart was beating fast and you wanted to hide, you felt a little exposed. How could you forget about Dolores?

You continued to help Isabella as you saw everyone from the top of the house, they were rushing and running around until everything was ready and people began to arrive. The snacks and drinks began to fly and music started to play, the party rapidly began to feel like it. You greeted everyone in the family as you saw them; when you ran into Dolores you gave her a sarcastic smile.

“Sometimes I forget you hear every conversation, but I didn’t think you told everyone about the simple ones”

“Oh, I don’t”

“Then why did you tell Isabella I was here yesterday? Didn’t think that was uncommon?”

“It was a quite… uncommon ending for the conversation” she said, raising her shoulders.

“Oh, no, that wasn’t… I didn’t… it was a… you know what? Shouldn’t have to worry about this, could you please not snitch on private conversations? Por favor?” you asked and begged her with your eyes. You know you couldn’t stop her from knowing, but perhaps she could be a little more discrete about your failures.

“Okay” she said as she put on a complicit smile. “Actually, just so you know, he has been thinking about you… I heard him talking to his rats” she squeaked and walked away. What a nice idea in your head, him talking to the rats, made you feel butterflies.

Just in time, you saw him sitting on a chair in a corner, observing everyone dancing, but not being able to do it himself. He hadn’t seen you yet, but he was about to. You took a deep breath, took a shot of liquor for the tiny impulse you needed to approach him, and you did so, sitting in the chair next to him.

“So, what are we doing?” you gave him a smile and he smiled back, his movements becoming a bit clumsier.

“(y/n)! Hi” he gave you a sweet smile “Uhm, just, nothing, watching the party I guess” he scratched his neck.

“Do you dance?”

“No, I mean, I can’t dance, you know, I’m a terrible dancer, so I don’t dance” he was agitated but he laughed it off with a little chuckle.

You stood up and offered him a hand. He looked at you confused. “Good thing I am, well, not a terrible dancer, so we wouldn’t look as bad, don’t you think?” he was hesitating when he took your hand and stood up. You dragged him to the dance floor and grabbed his hands in yours, with a smile you began to dance, a bit nervous, you couldn’t hide that, but you were enjoying it. He looked at your movements, a concerned gaze in his face as he tried to replicate them, with jerky steps.

“Don’t think about it too much, just let yourself go, flow with the music” you said to his ear before giving him a spin, to which he smiled broadly, and after that he relaxed, his moves were more fluid, still clumsy but you could see he was feeling it. You danced like that for a while, really enjoying and laughing with him, spinning around, and swirling the skirt of your dress, always coming back to him, touching his hands more than it was needed, because you wanted to touch him whenever you had the chance. The moment ended when he stopped to take a breath, his flushed smile slowly fading away as he took his eyes off yours to look around.

“Everyone is looking at us” they were, indeed, some with a smile and some with a confused look.

“It’s probably because you’re dancing, you know, they’re just not used to it” you suggested.

“This… maybe, but what are they going to think?” he said, concerned, his eyes moving around rapidly, scanning the room.

“Hey,” you grabbed him by the shoulders, making him look at you “don’t worry about that. We’re just dancing, having fun, it’s a party, isn’t it?” he sighed, after a moment, relieving the pressure he was feeling. He nodded and gave you a little smile.

Camilo’s voice interrupted the moment, making you two turn to him abruptly.

“You made Tío Bruno dance, those moves got to be good, you mind if I steal her for a dance?” he addressed Bruno, while looking at you and inviting you with his hand.

“Oh, yeah, no, I mean, if she wants” he responded nervously, giving you a small grin, to which you smiled back and took Camilo’s hand.

“Of course, the pleasure is mine” you both laughed and Bruno saw you walk away, mesmerized with the girl he shared a dance with, it was a beautiful moment. He thought he’d have a panic attack if he tried to dance on his own, but you had made it feel easy, fun… you were good to him, but he wasn’t sure he was good to you.

You danced with Camilo, he shapeshifted to multiple people in the course of the songs, he was funny, you liked him. His extroverted personality was very cheerful sometimes, you thought of him as a little brother. When the song ended, he bowed and kissed you hand, but with Bruno’s shape.

“Don’t do that” you said between laughs while recovering your breath.

“I thought you liked Bruno” he said as he transformed back into himself.

“What do you mean?” you asked with a more serious tone, “what did Dolores say?”

“Dolores? She didn’t say anything, what does she know?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

“Nothing! No, but what do you mean? Yeah, he’s nice, right? He’s, you know, cool” you tried to play it off, you had screwed.

“Yeah… sure” he put a playful smile and walked away, still looking at you, leaving you there, confused.

You couldn’t keep anything a secret in this house, could you? It was either giving up or committing stuff that you weren’t sure about and could lead to embarrassment, but you sure weren’t going to regret. You lost Bruno from your sight; the crowd was too cheerful. You’d find him later, right now you needed a drink. You went to sit with Isabella who was taking a break from dancing around. You poured liquid into a glass and took a sip.

“Still nothing you want to tell me?” she tempted, with a grin in her face.

“Nope” you said as you took another sip.

“Fine, you know there’s always another way to find out, right?” she looked at Dolores who was Dancing with Mariano across the room.

“Don’t you dare to utilize those methods, it’s very wrong to break into people’s privacy” you held a finger to her face, drinking again.

“I’ll have no choice, I’m not perfect, you know, neither are my morals” she raised her shoulders.

“What do you want to know?” you said, surrendering, between laughs.

“What’s the deal with Tío Bruno?” she asked, straight up.

“So straight to the point, wow” another sip.

“Are you like, into him?” her face had a curious look.

“I mean, you said you thought I’d like him, and I do, he’s… nice and kind and… he’s a nice guy, I like him” you tried to avoid the question.

“That’s not what I mean” she teased.

“Oh my god, Isabella, what do you want me to say?” you drank again, starting to feel a rush of heat through your system.

“I’m not asking again” she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink.

“I do have crush on your uncle, okay?” you said, without taking your eyes of your glass.

“Ah, now it’s you who says things straight, I like that” she made you chuckle. “Care to elaborate on that?”

“It’s platonic, obviously. He’s very… sweet, with his hair, and his rats, and the way he speaks, he’s very kind, he gets carried away when he’s confident, you know? It was a nice conversation…” you got lost inside your thoughts and had silly smile on your face, thinking about him like a teenage girl. You turned to look at her, who was giving you a surprised face.

“What? It is platonic!, it’s not like something could happen, he wouldn’t like me back, you know?” what last part was hard to say, it hurt a bit inside, but you laughed it off and took another sip of your glass. Inside, you hoped it wasn’t true, because you could really picture it all happening.

“All right, I’m going to pretend I never heard that” she laughed and drank.

You both talked for a while, then got up to dance, the party atmosphere was terrific, everyone was having fun, everybody seemed happy and fun, you were glad they made this party. But you couldn’t see HIM anywhere. You told Isabella you’d catch up with her later and went to grab a snack, and that’s when Mirabel ran into you, like she was looking for someone.

“Mirabel! How are you enjoying the party?” you asked with a broad smile.

“Oh, it’s amazing!, It’s going great, I was just noticing I haven’t seen Bruno in a while, and I want him to have fun, he might have a hard time in these occasions, but isolation… it might not be what he needs, you know”

“Yeah, I understand… have you tried in his room?” you asked, taking a bite of your arepa.

“No, I haven’t, but he might be there… why don’t go check there? I’ll take the river, he often goes there, he’s a bit of a loner, you know…”

“Yeah, okay. Sure” she gave a reassuring smile and walked away, and so did you. You took the stairs and went to his tower. When you came in, you heard voices, he was talking to someone. You didn’t want to interrupt, but you had to bring him back to the party, so you took the next steps carefully, trying to be quiet, and there was a moment when you were close enough to his room, when you could overhear the conversation:

“You should show this to her… I think she has a crush on you” it was Camilo who was in there with Bruno.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea” he said.

“Come on, at least go talk to her, she would be great for you!”

“I can’t. I shouldn’t” there was a heavy feeling in his voice.

“Tío, come on, go dance with her again, ask her out” Camilo insisted.

“I couldn’t do that, Camilo” he sounded sure of this.

“Why can’t you? Fine, I’ll do it shapeshifted as you, you’ll thank me later”

“No! I don’t want anything to do with her! Got it?” he shouted, firmly, and you felt like your heart had fell from your chest. You took all the attention out of your own movements, which made you stumble a bit and catch their attention. Both men quickly turned to look at you, an astonished expression on their faces. You felt a rush of shame, rejection, anger, sadness. You didn’t give them time to react. You turned around and ran as you could outside of that room.

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One Wall Over: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you’re new in the neighborhood, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get a warm welcome from your duplex buddy. 

wc: 3k

tw: nsfw, smut, annoying noises at five am, the works 

a/n: ahhhhhhhhh! I am so excited to be taking part in this collab with @suna-reversed reversed for a super sexy jjk collab! Please check out the masterlist for the collab here and the other authors! SO EXCITED TO READ THE OTHERS! (The other title I had for this work is “First of All, How Dare You” because that’s literally me every time I see my hubby Suguru, but anywho!).

Moving in was a bitch. 

For the first time ever, you have no roommates, no parents, and no pets - just you and your meager belongings moving into the little, two-story duplex a friend allowed you to sublet. As you stare out of the window facing the sparse front lawn, you wonder what your neighbor is like. They hadn’t come to welcome you to the home, but you knew they existed by the sound of the bass through your shared wall at five am every morning. 

You assume they’re male or a couple, but you’ve never gotten a chance to see them with your own two eyes.  So you kept a lookout day after day. At exactly four p.m., you would sit across from the window with a book and keep watch, the sun streaming in and illuminating your figure and crossed legs anchored on the window sill. But day after day, you wouldn’t see anything. The neighbor’s car wouldn’t even move an inch from the previous day. Everything would remain the same until the next day when you took your perch by the window. 

It isn’t until you’re out on your front lawn, slaving over the flowers you maintained for a whole month - a new record - that the sleek Range Rover drives up to the garage on your neighbor’s side of the house. At first, you don’t notice it, your eyes firmly planted on the soil at the root of your orchid tree. But then you hear a car door slam, and you look up, watching for the person who would be exiting the vehicle. 

A tall, black haired man slides out of the truck and slams the door shut, his locks tucked into a half bun and a white towel resting around his rippling shoulders. He slides his keys into his gym shorts and turns to walk into the house, barely noticing you on the front lawn in an ill-fitting t-shirt and dirty yoga pants. 

He’s halfway to his front door when you find your voice and yell out, “Hey, neighbor!” You wave your hand at him in hopes that he would return the gesture, but you’re sorely disappointed when he only looks your way with disinterest and walks into the house without speaking. You frown at the encounter, hoping that he would return a little while later and explain his lack of manners, but he doesn’t, and you retreat into the house once more. 

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“Unzzz, unzz, unzzzz…” Both eyes fly open at the sound of the bass on the other side of your bedroom wall, the sudden noise jarring you from your sleep. 

“Ugh…” Your eyes slide to the white numbers on the clock face, which politely remind you that it’s five-fifteen AM. Don’t confront him, don’t confront him. You wrap the pillow around your ears, hoping the gentle cushion would block out the sound. But for some reason, it gets even louder, and a groan escapes your lips. There were only two more hours for you to rest, but at this rate, you’d be up until it was time for you to wake and get ready for work. That just wouldn’t do. 

The grey sweatpants deposited on the floor the night before are quickly jerked on, and you pad to the front door, not caring about your appearance as you walk the length of the porch over to his front door. Inhaling, you find the will to bring your fist up and pound on the door, hoping the sound would be angrier than you actually felt. Fear ate at your nerves while you waited. A few agonizing moments later, the door is yanked open, music floods outside, and your neighbor stands before you in just a pair of black sweatpants. Nothing else. 

“What?” he gripes, sweat rolling down his forehead. As your eyes take in the full sight of him, you wonder what kind of sculpted god you had for a neighbor. You could even faintly see the v that would culminate in the bulge near the crotch area of the pants, which apparently is quite--

“Uh…” You had entirely forgotten what you had come over to his side of the house for, but as he leans on the doorframe and gives you a withering stare, you suddenly remember your complaint. “Your wall is next to my bedroom. Can you turn your music down?” You place a hand on your hip, trying to seem more inconvenienced than you actually were in that moment. 

“Yeah, sure.” He shuts the door in your face, and you trudge back over to your side of the house, hoping the music would soften. 

But for some reason, you swear he turns it up even louder. 

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“Why don’t you just call the landlord and make a noise complaint?” your friend wonders over the phone, the sound of a frying pan in the background slightly overshadowing her voice.

“But you said you didn’t have any problems with him, Mariela.” 

“Yeah, Geto was nice enough and didn’t bother me much. Not sure why he’s being such an ass now.” You hear an oh, shit on the other end, and Mariela hisses into the receiver, “Hey, y/n, I have to go; the risotto is burning. Call me back if you have any other issues, okay?” 

“Okay.” You hang up and toss your phone on your desk, trying to focus on the words in front of you but failing as the sound of the bass filters through the other side of the wall again. For the fourth day in a row, you’ve been subjected to the sound of pure noise coming through the other side. Tonight was absolutely not the night, mostly because you had a presentation that took you all night to finish, and the clamor was interrupting your prep work for the bright and early eight o’clock meeting. You feel like Squidward, subjecting yourself to the endless noises from the grunting to the bass to the sound of weights clanking back into place. 

It’s the sound of Geto’s groaning that sets you on edge the most. If it weren’t for the added noise of weights, you’d be convinced he was fucking someone. There was no way he could make so much noise and not know that he was disturbing your peace. Hadn’t he ever heard of headphones? 

You snatch up your set of earbuds on your desk, place them in your ears, and try to turn up lofi music as loud as it will go. But that doesn’t work. Even relocating to the living room didn’t seem to fare you well, and you wonder if he truly had cranked up the music higher than before just to annoy the hell out of you. Finally, you toss your earbuds down and slam your computer on your coffee table. 

You’d had enough. 

Stomping over to the front door, you fling it open and bang on Geto’s door, hoping he would answer it in a rage so you could let out your frustrations. But when the door flies open, he’s dressed in only a pair of gym shorts, this time the outline of his dick even more apparent. But you’re not focused on that. You point a finger at him and inhale to begin your tirade; sick and utterly over his shit.

“Hey! Can you fucking turn it down?” Geto stretches out a hand, and for a minute you think he’s going to grab you by the shirt, but he pulls you inside by the wrist, crushing you against his chest. “What the hell?” You push away from his sweaty chest, backing into the closed door harshly. 

“Lower your damn voice; the neighbors will hear,” he chastises, and turns away from you to grab the water bottle on the counter. The muscled man takes a long swig, then wipes his face with the towel right next to it. 

“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but I’ve never been so disrespected in my li--” As you talk, he’s advancing on you, pushing back his long black hair back behind his ears and getting too close for comfort. Once he’s right up on you, you gulp hard, fully intimidated by his size and stature. The music suddenly stops, and you’re left in silence. 

“I’m listening,” he mutters, staring down at you. “Please, continue.” 

“I was saying…” your throat dries up. “What I meant was…” Your eyes travel from his chest to his navel, and then to the hand pressed against the doorframe.

“Uh huh…” He nods, squinting his black eyes at you. “You said you’ve ‘never been more disrespected in your’… life, right?” You don’t reply. Rather, you can’t reply. All of the words you could have ever said are now gone from your skull. “I highly doubt that, y/n.” 

“H-how…” 

“You’re Mariela’s friend. I’ve seen you quite a few times before you moved in here. Never thought I’d be living so close to you, though. Mariela’s subletting, isn’t she?” 

All of these questions. And you can’t reply to a single one because he’s practically squeezing you between the door and his rock-hard abs. Or are you pressing yourself against the door to get away from the heat emitting from his body - oh, fuck; you don’t know. 

“But I had to get your attention somehow.” The admission startles you so bad that you accidentally knock the back of your head against the door, touching the point of contact in pain and hissing slightly. Geto hums at your blunder, then pushes off of the wall to turn away from you. As he rotates, you catch a glimpse of his erection, now fully apparent in the atrocity that is his shorts. “The yard work wasn’t effective, the trips to the gym and back barely worked; shit, by now I would’ve thought you would throw yourself at me the first chance you got. I guess I had to make you mad enough to confront me.” 

“You literally looked at me and said nothing the first time I saw you!” you retort, throwing your hands up in the air. “Then you almost bit my head off the first time I came over to tell you the music was too loud.” 

“I didn’t expect you to come over the first time. Besides, I couldn’t figure out anything smooth enough in that short amount of time.” Geto shrugs, his shoulder muscles moving like water in the dim lighting of the living room. You look around at the furnishings, noting his impeccable taste in wood and red suede in conjunction with his minimal exercise equipment. “Coffee? You look like you’ve been up for a while.” He leans over a coffee-maker - one of those fancy ones that you’ve seen on TV - and slides a plain coffee cup into the holder. 

“Uh, no thanks.” You turn to the door and begin to open it, but Geto clicks his tongue thrice. 

“You’re just going to leave without getting what you came for?”

You pause for a moment, then turn back to look him over once. “Don’t you mean what you brought me over here for?” A lazy smile spreads across his face, and that’s when you realize that he’s charming, but not necessarily as suave as you first imagined. You shut the door and walk over to him, examining his physique as if you hadn’t just helped yourself to his tall, statuesque figure already. He allows you to look him over, eyes dedicatedly following you.

“Like what you see, doll?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he pulls you into his chest with a smooth movement, then presses his lips against yours. You instantly open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside, and he does so without hesitation. Hands grasp at your flimsy night shirt, pulling it over your shoulders as he backs you up against the wall, hiking one leg up and wrapping the other around his waist. 

As both of your hands tangle in hair, fabric, sweat, you wonder how long - just how long - he’s wanted to do this. But your train of thought is rudely interrupted by his lips trailing kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, where he pauses for a second, catching his breath. Fingers dance through his locks and he peers up at you for a second, drinking in your flushed expression and breathy exhales. 

“Geto, please, I--” You’re silenced again by his lips, his thick fingers rolling past the waistband of your night shorts and right to your core, where he nestles them into your heat with ease. 

“Goddamn…” The rumbling of his voice vibrates against your chest, and you gasp, feeling every stroke of his fingers inside of you. “So fucking wet… just for me.” Your vision narrows in on the black eyes watching your every move, the angle of your face, the way you tilt your chin to the side and shakily exhale. Everything is perfect. Maybe even better than he imagined at first. But you don’t know that, and you really don’t care to know. All you want is release and for that release to be at Geto’s hands. When he removes his fingers and hoists you onto the suede couch, your first reaction is to cry out in shock. 

His hands roll your shorts down to your knees and then press your legs open, spreading you for him to examine. 

“You’re a mess down there… perhaps I should help you clean up.” 

“Huh?” The double entendre is completely lost on you in the heat of the moment. You watch as he leans down, then moves to lick your core with a flat tongue, stroking up before he goes down again and repeats his action twice. Your head finds the soft cushion of the pillow in ecstasy, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. 

Geto hums down below, fully appreciating your taste before sucking on your clit, hard. You yelp, shooting up, but his hand presses you back down, eyes still closed. Fingers make their way up to your breasts, tugging at your nipples leisurely before tightening and pulling with more tension. “Oh, god, please…” Your hands find his head, and at the sudden application of pressure, he grunts again. And you’re left there in agonizing pleasure, dangling between an orgasm and a build-up of pressure, one stroke away from tumbling into the cavern of blissful unawareness. 

Geto stops without warning, pulling back to watch you as he still tweaks your nipples with varying degrees of firmness. You tug at his shorts in a silent plea for him to discard them, and he waits a minute before sliding them off wordlessly. His length is impressive, you note, his cock springing free from his shorts and angled upwards a little. A condom is produced just as quickly, and he rolls it over himself before spreading you a little wider to accommodate his length. When he nudges his cock at your slit, you realise he’s a little breathless and shaking, but that all goes to the back of your mind when he slides inside of you with little resistance. 

“Fuck, doll, that’s--” He groans just as you moan, both of you relishing the expanding feeling. “God, that’s perfect.” You whimper at his praise and bring your hands to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he begins to pump into you. Geto’s lips find your neck and he sucks a hickey on your left side, placing another one neatly below it while his hands cup your ass. 

“Does that feel good?” He whispers and you nod, completely at a loss for words. But soon, it’s not enough, and your fingers dig into his back. He’s fucking you slowly… too slowly. 

“M-more,” you whine, and he delivers his thrusts faster, pumping into you and moaning loudly. Your fingers find his face and angles it towards your raised head so you can kiss him on the lips. He offers you that mercy - a deep, languid kiss - while he plows into you with abandon. Pleasure is the only thing on your minds - you just so happen to have found it in each other’s arms - and your orgasm is just within reach.

“Geto, I’m close…” His response to your words is to lift your left leg a little higher so it practically hung off the couch and in the air, deeping his strokes until they settled against your cervix, like someone tapping a soft rhythm into your stomach. “Shit, like that.” 

“Yeah?” he exhales, looking at your face with a blissed-out expression, his cheeks reddening. You raise your hips to meet his with each thrust, hoping your orgasm would arrive before Geto came. There isn’t much you can do though, besides writhe beneath him and pull him closer to you, thereby making you and him almost inseparable. He’s merely rocking into your hips now, cock barely rolling out of you as before. And you can’t deny that it feels like heaven, not when you’ve been so frustrated for so long. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Geto hisses into your mouth, and you nod, constricting a little to urge him on. What you fail to realize is that the constriction was just what you need to tumble over into the abyss of thoughtlessness, and your mouth opens to let loose a guttural moan as Geto fucks you faster and faster, chasing his own orgasm on the heels of yours. “Oh, shit,” Your neighbor sinks into you one final time, shooting his cum into the condom, but pumping in stuttered strokes as if he were really letting loose inside of you. 

When you both fall from the heights of your sex-induced high, shoulders and heads are draped where there is comfort and space, little exhales from his mouth fanning across your breasts. Geto lifts off of your sweaty chest and looks you in the eyes before breathing: 

“Maybe I should start my days with this instead of a workout.”

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Feels Like Home

19: Burned Cake and Happiness

I wake up quickly to a knock on the door. I haven't gotten much sleep because I kept reliving that glorious, perfect day that I had spent with Jake.

It is early, but hoping it is Jake, I check myself in the mirror before I open the door. I smooth down my hair, trying to make myself presentable just in case.

Butterflies. That man always gives me butterflies.

It is just the mere thought of him, of his kindness, of the way that he protects me and encourages me to be strong. Then, there is the way that he can kiss, it shouldn't be legal. He can at once make me feel powerful in my abilities and weak in the knees.

I'm convinced that I would do anything that he asks if he pays me in kisses. In truth, I would probably do anything he asks just to see his smile or hear his laugh, but that shouldn't undermine the power of those kisses.

I realize that I have lost myself in thought when I hear someone knock for the second time.

I run to the door and open it, it is not Jake, but a delivery boy, about fifteen, whose baseball cap is a little too large for his head and whose body hasn't quite caught up with the length of his arms. He carries a bouquet of orange and white flowers with a figurine of a werewolf planted inside. A smile creeps up on my face. Jake is never going to let me live that down. This is fine because the way he treated me after will long live on in my memory.

Those butterflies return again n full force.

The boy also holds a large cup of coffee. I take it from him and with thanks. I shut the door and gulp down some of the coffee. It is perfect, as usual. He is incredibly thoughtful. I will add that to the list of the wonderful things that he is.

I look down and notice that on the cup, in his hastily scrawled handwriting, he has jotted down a note:

I can't wait to see you tonight and learn more about the one I love.

I quickly text him.

MC: Thanks for making me feel loved. I can't wait to see you tonight.

Jake: You are loved and it is my pleasure. :)

A smile crawls across my entire face. I will never hear it enough times. This wonderful man loves me through all that we have been through, all that he had to fight to gain his freedom. He still thinks of me when I should be thanking my lucky stars to be in his presence.

I try, I really do, but the smile will not leave my face, I go through the entire morning this way, in a la la land, smiling and humming through all of my chores, dancing from room to room.

It is ridiculous, I know, that someone can make me feel this way. He knows how to bring happiness to my soul, even when I should be nervous. I don't want to fight this. I want to live in the moment and allow myself to feel it all. I am happy and I am going to act like it, I am not going to be afraid or ashamed of it.

And I did live in that blissful state until I get the text.

It is from Jessy.

I am not mad at her, not in the slightest, but I have been avoiding her since I am not really ready to face Dan. I know that she will make me. She is a good friend and will not let things go unresolved for too long.

I am not sure if I am ready to forgive him. I know he meant well, but I can't continue with both Jake and Dan in my life if Dan can't figure out how to get along with Jake.

I love Dan, but Jake is my world.

I check the phone, knowing that avoiding her isn't fair. I can't avoid her any longer and I don't want to. I miss her.

Jessy: MC, are you ever going to talk to me again? I know that you love me, so stop being stubborn.

She is right. I quickly respond, my fingers frantically typing.

MC: I miss you, Jessy, I am just trying to figure out how to talk to Dan. I know that you are going to make me do it.

Jessy: You need to talk to him. He thinks he has lost you. The three of us can meet and talk it through.

MC: He may have if he can't get over his bad feelings for Jake, and it will be the four of us. I don't want to talk to Dan right now without Jake present to hear all of the details. I don't think I can even look at Dan without his sincere apology to Jake first. Jake deserves that. And I can't live constantly striving to keep them away from each other.

Jessy: I understand. I do. I believe that Dan wants to apologize. The part that misses you as his friend wants to apologize. does. tomorrow night work for you?

MC: I'll talk to Jake. but yes.

Jessy: OK, good. I can't wait to see you and give you the biggest of all hugs. Don't ignore me anymore. I hate it.

MC: You know that it wasn't about you. I won't do that again. I missed you too much! See you tomorrow, hopefully.

I am feeling a little better after having chatted with Jessy. I have missed her and so much had happened with Jake. It isn't unusual for us to skip talking for a time because life gets busy, but not speaking for a month has been a bit much. We will be fine and I hope that Jake and Dan can talk things through because he is a brother to me, an annoying pig-headed, ill-tempered brother that I can't help but care about.

I have to stop thinking about this. I need my happiness back. What will do that? Oh, yes, thoughts of Jake. If I wasn't his before, I surely am under his control now.

I smell the flowers that he gave me this morning and return to my happiness, thinking about the wonderful man that is coming to my house tonight and the fact that I can call him mine.

I finish all of my chores. Dessert is in the oven and I' m dressed in a simple black top and red skirt, my hair falling down my back.

I hear the knock at the door and run to it. I can't wait for a second longer. I am going to greet him with the biggest hug, but when I open the door, he bursts through it, his arms full of boxes and bags, stopping long enough to kiss me on the cheek and whisper, "Hello beautiful," as he flies by.

His arms are full. He has a huge box in one arm and a couple of bags in the other. I don't even try to avert my eyes

from his muscles that are absolutely bulging as he tries to balance everything. I want to help him, but I can't stop staring. All too soon, he puts the items down and the spell is broken.

Before I can mourn the loss of those beautiful biceps, he is across the room with his arm around my waist. His hand moves to my cheek and he brushes it lovingly locking my eyes with his. We stay there for a long time. His sapphire eyes always show such a deep love for me. I know mine show him the depths of my love as well.

"How has your day been, my love?" he breaks the silence and leans in to kiss the side of my cheek, finishing by rubbing the back of his fingers across my cheek.

"It has been a great day, but it is always a million times better when you are with me," I tell him.

He smiles. It is a soft smile, full of emotion. "I have waited my whole life to have someone that I loved tell me that they feel the same. I won't take it for granted. Thank you for loving me."

"That is like telling the sun thanks for shining or thanking the ocean for its ebb and flow. I have no choice but to love you. though if I have to choose to love you, I will. Every time."

He takes in a deep gasp of air and sighs like he has been holding his breath all day. "Why do you always smell so intoxicating?" He asks me, taking another breath while leaning into me. He whispers in my ear "Why do you always look so intoxicating?" he growls a little in his throat as his lips brush against my neck.

The kisses are gentle. I feel cherished and treasured. He pushes back, though I can tell it was regretful. "I have been waiting to hold you like this all day. It has been torture, but it is only more torture with you in this dress." He says. His eyes gaze up and down my body.

Suddenly, his hands move to my hips and he leans in and pulls me close. My arms fly around his neck. He kisses me, deep and dusky He smells like cedar and sage. As deep as the kiss is, his hands begin to roam my ass and get dangerously close to the edge of my skirt. The kiss lasts a while. His hands roam my body and my hands roam his. The same sense of happiness that I have had all day flows through me to my toes and I am lost in his arms, at this moment.

He pulls away slowly, though his hand lingers on my hip. I look at him with eyes full of lust and my eyes linger on his swollen lips.

"I have been waiting all day for that, for you. "

I am able to take him all in. He is in a white button-down shirt and some jeans that fit him just right. He really is everything, the perfect mix of attractive and gentle, tough and kind, strong and soft.

He pulls away knowing that if we stay here, we won't talk or eat dinner or accomplish anything.

He heads straight for the big boxing carries it to the kitchen. I had been so distracted by him that I didn't give much notice the box or what is inside.

"What is all of this? You know that you don't have to buy me things. I am not with you for your money." I say with a wink.

"Darn it. There goes my plan." I see a slight smile form on the corners of his mouth. It is gorgeous. "Well, I wanted to bring you something special and the most special thing to you is coffee.."

"Not true," I interrupt while giving him a kiss on the cheek. "You are the most important thing."

"Enough flirting, woman, we won't make it through the night, much less dinner." He gently pushes me toward the oven. "I am hungry. Make dinner already." I smile and concede to his request. I am looking forward to cooking for him. Tonight is my first chance

He begins to open the box. "Anyway," he continues his explanation from earlier. "I know you love coffee, but I am pretty sure that you own one of those coffee pots from the grocery store, the ones that barely qualify as coffee makers. I want you to have the best. This is the one that I bought and my lie has never been the same."

I take a good look at the box. It is an espresso machine. A fancy one.

"Jake, I don't know how to use this," I say, thinking this is too much of a machine for me.

"I will set it up and teach you. In the meantime, check the inside of the bag," he continues.

I forgot about the bags, and I love surprises. He was too much of a distraction for me. Inside is a coffee grinder, coffee beans from my favorite place, honey from a local beekeeper, and two cups that say his and hers. Cheeky.

"These mugs are perfect because I can use them with all of the boys that come over," I smirk.

"That is what I figured. One can never be too prepared." He winks.

It wasn't that it was a coffee pot or that he brought me a gift, it was the thought that he put into the machine, how he considered what would make me happy. It was the fact that he considered me at all.

He plugs things in, washes things, and gets the first cup ready. I can't take my eyes off him. I am trying to make dinner, but it is hard with him here. I can not focus.

When everything is set up and the first espresso is brewed, he offers it to me. As I sip it, I think of how it tastes like heaven and I dream of the day when we can share this every day. This delightful time of normalcy.

I am still nervous about the things that I have to tell him, but at this moment, all I can do is enjoy watching him work while I cook and imagine all of our days living in this easy peace.

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Jake's POV:

I watch her sip her coffee and close her eyes in delight.

She is happy. I can see it in the way that her eyes shine and in the smile that won't leave her face. That was my absolute intention.

I watch as she cooks dinner. The kitchen is small. The walls are painted a lovely shade of yellow and very uplifting, something that I am not used to. A window behind the sink and one by the table fill the room with light. I love the way this room feels, it is the exact way that she fills my heart. She fills me with light and uplifts my dark thoughts. I dry the dishes and begin rummaging through her cabinets when I try to find out where they go.

"Do I smell something burning?"I ask as I lean down into a lower cabinet.

She runs to the oven with her mitts in hand. "Oh shit. I forgot about the cake." She pulls it out of the oven, cursing under her breath. What she pulls out of the oven is a black steaming circle of something in the shape of a cake. She throws it in the sink, obviously frustrated. "I wanted everything to be perfect. You always do everything so perfectly."

"I do not. I am not even close to perfect. This cake isn't a big deal."

I stop and wrap my arms around her for a tight hug. "Baby, I don't need anything sweet as long as I have you by my side.

She giggles but shakes her head. "That was terrible."

"But it made you smile," I say, bending down to look straight into her eyes.

"It did". My arms loosen from around her body. I don't move, but I need to soon.

I could stay with her in my arms, who need food and sustenance? I look into her eyes. They are locked on mine, and so is the smile on her face. The sun is almost set as the remainder of the day shines on her face. She is a work of art, one that Michelangelo himself would fail to do justice to.

Before I pull away, she instead pulls me in tight with the arms that are still wrapped around me. Her lips crash into mine and one of her hands runs through my hair. My arms respond by tightening around her waist again. The kiss turns deeper than I would like because I am losing my resolve to pull away. But pull away must.

I need her to talk to me so we can be completely honest with each other. I also need to make sure that we get through dinner and the night without the out-of-control behavior of last night. We haven't had any normal since we have been together. I need her to see that normal between us will work. I need her to know that the long haul is a possibility for us.

As I pull away from her kiss, she looks at me with cloudy eyes and swollen lips and tries to lean in for more.

"Mahri. I love you so much. Let's pretend that this is a normal night. Make dinner and I will make you another coffee and then we can talk about all sorts of things,' I say, Did you check the bottom of the bag?"

"No, she says and rushes over. There's more? You know that I love surprises."

"I know," I respond.

The bottom of the bag contains some chocolate shortbread cookies that Cleo made. They are Mahri's favorite.

"Perfect for dessert don't you think?" I say with a smile. I will show you how to use the expresso machine and we can chat over coffee and cookies.

I love that idea, but I don't know if you will want to talk to me after I tell you what I must.

"Nothing you can tell me will make me want to stop talking to you or stop wanting to be close to you or make me stop loving you." I have moved across the room toward her. One more hug to reassure her is all that I can handle.

I know that she is nervous, but without a doubt, I know that my love for her is stronger than anything from her past. Nothing that she can say or do will change that, I don't know how else I can prove it to her. Convinced I will listen to her story and proud that she is opening up to me, I had to get us on task.

"Mahri, I am very interested in your story. Let's finish our dinner so I can hear more about my lovely girl."

"I am a woman," she says trying to lighten the mood, "and I should not be ordered around."

"Right, my stubborn, tough, beautiful, funny, kind woman, I will not control you, though you didn't seem to mind when I was controlling with you last night." I wink and she blushes.

"Dear lady, if you wouldn't mind finishing my dinner, I am famished."

She laughs at me, "Of course, fine sir. I would love to."

She smiles and heads back to make dinner. We don't talk, just enjoy each other company. I can imagine this world of happiness, just enjoying being together and doing ordinary things. I don't care if we are in this cramped kitchen, or in a larger space, I only want to be with her in these small moments that mean so much.

If this is what domestic bliss looks like, sign me up.

[moonctzeny]

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This is technically a part 2 of my fic Work for it but it can be enjoyed on its own!

pairing: supervisor !johnny x intern ! female reader x assistant !haechan

genre: smutty goodness (this will send me to hell vip)

word count: almost 14k

summary: “After you fuck the Sales’ department supervisor, Johnny Suh in your office during an overtime, you’re left to deal with the unavoidable lingering emotions that come with getting his dick on the regular. At the same time, his assistant and your best work buddy, Donghyuck, who initially helped you with getting with his boss, realises his growing crush on you that is too big to be ignored at this point. With their masterful skills in seduction, you’ve ended up tangled in a sexual game with the both of them, all the while trying to move up from an intern to a permanent worker in the company”

warnings: threesome w/ two doms, alcohol consumption, mention of food (meat, lettuce, eggs), oral, overstimulation, thigh job, at some point- reader borrows a shirt from haechan and it’s mentioned that it’s ‘too big on the shoulders’, thigh riding, office sex, pussy slapping, choking, fingering, sir kink thrown in there at some point, a little degradation bc this is my fic we’re talking about

a/n: omg it’s finally done! I really love this so I hope you guys like it as well :)

taglist:  @rainodanna​, @markresonates​, @unknown5tar​, @yoongsicles​

For every other worker in the office, virtually nothing had changed. 

They relive the same mundane routine, Monday after Monday, the same excruciating 8 hours and short cigarette breaks. The same trees, stuck in their ceramic imprisonment would greet them in the company’s entrance. Rigid and dusty and reeking of cheap plastic. It’s not like they’d come alive, open their little mouths on their thylakoid membranes and tell everyone you fucked mr. Suh, the Sales Department’s supervisor, in your office during your overtime. No, that’s not possible, you reminded yourself when you pass by them every morning, giving them a side eye for good measure, as if that would scare them off their zombie state.

And you were the same too, completing your tasks and meeting your deadlines. Blending in with the rest of the company’s human resource, with the exception of the occasional double take of some tactless male worker here and there.

Donghyuck, however, said supervisor’s assistant and your best friend, wasn’t your typical office worker. He noticed the extra layer of cherry lip gloss coating your lips. He noticed your new perfume, sweeter than the one you used to wear. He noticed the knowing smiles between you and his boss, the heat of your body when you were around him. And it wasn’t just because he was sharp overall.

He was the one who practically got you together, planted the seed in Johnny’s head about the cute new intern of the Financial Department. He was the one who convinced him to finally make a move on you, tired of seeing you trying over and over again to seduce the supervisor to your bed. 

And when that seed finally sprouted, in the form of Johnny spitting in your mouth and taking you on your office chair like you were his last fuck on earth (according to the hair-raising description you gave Donghyuck the morning after), he should’ve been happy, right? 

It didn’t really affect his life in the slightest.

You were just y/n. His friend, his work buddy. The person whom he was close enough to let you know you had a piece of lettuce stuck on your teeth from that sandwich you had on your break. The person who texted him funny gifs of pandas falling asleep during the most boring of meetings. With your nerdy glasses and that ugly brown suit you loved wearing so much. The person he dreamt of fucking every time he fell asleep.

When you told Donghyuck you had a crush on his boss he wasn’t shocked, but the stinging buzz in his guts surprised him. He would see you waltz right past his office all perked up and pretty, to see the person you really came for, nervous as you hung from every word that left Johnny’s mouth. He’d put up with the sound of you giggling over every stupid joke that left the older man’s mouth patiently, just to wait until he’d smell your sweet perfume as you’d walk past him again. To tease you over something that would make you mad enough to notice him, glare at him, maybe even hit him.

And Donghyuck wanted to hate Johnny, he really did. His stupid boss who asked for his coffee specifically made, who was rude and cranky on Monday mornings and got the credit for all his hard work, yet Johnny was nothing of the sort. He was helpful, and kind and let him off early. He was funny and good looking and taller than him and had a six pack, damn it. If Donghyuck was being honest, he didn’t just like his boss, he admired him. It was pathetic, he thought. Most days he’d live vicariously through him. 

Sometimes he would lay on his bed at night, picturing himself to be the second lead of a romance drama that would sweep you off your feet. Everyone gets second lead fever, right? In his rem cycles, he’s handsome and hilarious and much more interesting than the main actor. He would imagine himself stretching out his rays, like the full, rising sun that he was, until they overcame the big mountain that was Johnny and reached your skin. So hot against it that you’d have to undress, remove the clothes sticking on your sweaty skin to embrace him. 

He thought about your body a hundred times too many for it to be considered healthy. The curve of your ass in your pencil skirts, the little hairs on the nape of your neck that stuck out from your tight ponytails. The runs on your tights that he wished were caused by the sharpness of his fingernails. He listened to your voice carefully, all 90 Hz of it, and played it inside his head as if it was an instrument. Putting together chords and harmonies, composing a music piece of all the ways his name would sound like coming out of your lips.

Donghyuck, Donghyuck, Donghyuck

“Earth to Donghyuck? Are you listening to me?”

It was unlike him to be out of it, especially when he was around you. He blames it on skipping coffee this morning or the shade of red of your blouse that fits you so well. Either way, he had to respond, and keep the pink from flooding his cheeks further. There’s no way you could’ve known what was going on inside his head.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. So, let me get this straight. Weren’t you the one who didn’t want a relationship?”

You were upset, he could tell. After the night of the overtime, you and Johnny had indulged in a few more nights of each other’s presence, but had kept it at that. Sex. Delicious, mind blowing, porno worthy sex, but nothing more than that. And you were starting to itch for a little bit more.

Donghyuck was right, of course. You were the one who told Johnny that this wasn’t the right time in your life for any sort of commitment, especially with someone in the workplace. This was your internship, and you were determined to get a permanent position soon, that should be your first priority. Get the bag and go. There were men everywhere. But why was your heart aching for that particular one with the long hair and the caramel eyes and the flower tattoos? 

“I just don’t want people at work to gossip about us, you know how they get. But seeing him so nonchalant about it gets on my nerves.”

Leaving his apartment at 2 am when he was sprawled out on his bed, in just pyjama pants and the light layer of sweat from the athletic sex you just had, hurt enough. It was a sight so beautifully hidden under his work attire that it soon became addictive, the withdrawal symptoms too intense for you to have your dose only once a week. 

Donghyuck scowled when you first let out a frustrated sigh, your eyes pitifully following his boss’s silhouette around. He knew you’d never really complain about it, you were set on that promotion and you deserved it too, but it was hard not to get angry. Everything he ever wanted stood willing and ready for taking in front of Johnny’s lap, how could he not claim you?

He hated seeing you sad.

“Let’s go for a drink. I think you need it.”

Even he surprised himself with the sudden proposition, blinking back at you to gauge your reaction. You were best work buddies, sure, but you never hung out after office hours alone. It would make sense for you to refuse, Donghyuck told himself, trying to soften the blow of a potential rejection. You’re probably tired from working, or maybe you’d feel awkward to be alone with him for so long. Maybe you hated to drink, or maybe you hated him. Oh God, what if you hated him? What if you only spent time with him out of social obligat-

“Sure, sounds good. Pick me up after you’re done? Since you’re on the top floor.”

Donghyuck nodded back at you, too eagerly for his liking, the gears in his brain already trying to figure out where he should take you. You excused yourself back to your office, the small pat you gave his shoulder making him grin like an idiot.

This is not a date, he reminded himself. 

He had dreamt of this moment for months now. He thought about you every time he walked past that korean bbq place, promising himself that one day he’d muster the courage to finally ask you out. This wasn’t exactly the case today, but it was as close to his imagination as possible. This is not a date.

He repeated that phrase over and over again, let it resonate inside his head. This is not a date because he is a coward and you like someone else. Was he a bad person for taking you out today? Was he taking advantage of your slight disappointment? Was that why you ever said yes in the first place? The self deprecating thoughts lit a fire in his belly and he tried to extinguish it with every shot of clear liquid that disappeared from between his full lips. Like he expected, you weren’t far behind on the drinking either, enjoying the grilled pieces of meat blissfully, moaning in satisfaction with every delicious bite.

You looked pretty before, but now, through the pink coloured glasses of intoxication, you were stunning. There was a halo of bright light surrounding you, making you look so celestial chomping on that piece of lettuce. If it was anyone else, he would pull a face of repugnance at the sight, yet Dongyuck thought that you just looked so cute, so content in that little moment and he wished he could just lean in and leave a kiss over your filled cheeks.

No, that was a dangerous thought. This is not a date, pull it together.

Donghyuck desperately tried to focus his attention somewhere else, anywhere but you would suffice. His eyes finally landed on a bowl of marinated eggs on the table, and it reminded him of the three boiled eggs he makes for breakfast every morning. He was a man of habit, following the same routine until he’d see you and you’d colour between the lines of his life, making it interesting finally. Donghyuck would fill the pot with more water than needed, just enough so that it doesn’t overflow. He liked to be closer to you than he could handle, close enough but never touching you.

Lost in his daydream, he doesn’t realise that he hasn’t talked in minutes. And when you touch his hand lightly with yours to bring him out of it, he almost feels the boiling water burning his skin.

“You’re so quiet”, you say with a chuckle, and Donghyuck makes a mental note to add this harmony to his composition, “you got drunk before I did? Are you really Lee Donghyuck?”

“Well see, I drank all this soju, so I wish I was someone else for the night.”

The statement saddened you, and you withered a little in your seat. Why did Donghyuck drink so much tonight? You came here for you to cheer up, didn’t you? Or were you so caught up in your little personal drama - that you caused yourself - that you missed hearing about his cat dying? You must offer your condolences. Did he even have a cat?

You don’t want to bring up his dead cat in case he did so you just lift your hand next to his head, and weave your fingers through his locks. He has been growing out his hair for months now, and the look might not be the most corporate-professional but it sure fit him. The ash blonde shade that he decided to colour it, brought out the tan of his skin nicely, and the hair itself though bleached was still soft to the touch. 

You see him react to the work of your fingers instantly, his expression shocking you. His mouth is hanging open in a loose ‘O’ shape, small wrinkles forming on the space between his eyebrows. You pick out small pieces of hair, one by one, letting gravity do the rest by allowing the individual hairs to return to their previous state. 

“What are you thinking about?”, you ask so softly it’s almost a whisper, and Donghyuck can only sigh.

YOU, he wants to scream, you’re in my mind all day long and I think I’m going crazy! He is full on staring at you now and there’s nothing in the world that can take his eyes off of you, off your worried eyes that seem to hold all the stars in the sky, or the soft skin of your neck that he wants to kiss and suck and break so badly. But he doesn’t, and the soju calls him a coward for it, so he settles for the next best thing.

“You are pretty”

It was just three words but they sent your mind in a frenzy. Why did it matter so much to you that Donghyuck found you pleasing to look at? He has complimented you before, even flirted with you a lot of times, yet it was always said half-jokingly, followed by a diss. But this time he was serious, no signs of alcohol clouding his eyes. He was so solemn in fact, that those three words made the heat burn on the skin of your cheeks, rising up your throat and hindering you from responding with a human sound. 

He takes one more shot, washing away the embarrassment of his sudden confession and offers to order one more fatty dish to sober up, then take a walk in the city.

The walk was relatively quiet, less awkward than it was 30 minutes ago but Donghyuck was still being uncharacteristically silent.

“I thought you said that alcohol doesn’t make you red”, you say teasingly, trying to spark conversation. 

It doesn’t actually. You were the culprit of the wash of burgundy all over his skin, accumulating even more pigmented around his ears and the freckles of his nose. You were walking side by side now, and Donghyuck thought that for the passersby you two must look like lovers. He let his brain entertain that fantasy, his hand itching to hold yours. He’d intertwine your fingers together, give your palm a little rub with his thumb. Then he’d lift the bundle of fingers on his lips, kiss the thin skin of your wrist and make the aunties that are looking at you now coo in adoration.

“Says you. You look so fucked right now.”, he jokes and you’re relieved to see him go back to his teasing self. You don’t know if it’s the chilly night, but you’re overly aware of the heat his body emits, and the smell of his cologne makes your head spin just a bit more. You’ve been sitting so close to him this entire time that you can list off most, if not all, the ingredients in his perfume. Rose, chilly pepper, orange blossom, lavender. 

“Donghyuck, I will step on you.”

“Mmm, tempting”

You shove his arm playfully and he reciprocates, but his strength is not as controlled as he thinks. The heels of your boots, slippery against the wet floor that the drizzle caused earlier, make you trip on your steps, and Hyuck is luckily there. With his quick reflexes he catches your elbows first, pulling you up against his chest and you grab his left bicep to support your weight. 

You take a deep breath, to register that you did not fall head first on the floor, and that’s when you realise how close Donghyuck is to you. His bangs are tickling your forehead, your deep pants fanning them apart. You admire his glowing skin, the wrinkles of his lips, the two moles lined parallelly with the bridge of his nose. You’re not sure what comes to you, but you raise your free hand and place it over his hot cheek, your thumb connecting those two moles with an invisible line. A raindrop, fresh out of the sky and signifying the start of a new drizzle, falls on his face and follows the trail that a tear would, his voice weak and breaking when he speaks again.

“I’m sorry”

He dips down his head then, connecting your lips and letting the plumpness of his mouth reel you in. You’re over the initial shock almost immediately and kiss him back in vigor, surprised with the heat his kiss has spread to your chest and belly. It was an ember at first, glowing in the very depth of your insides but it was soon starting to spark up uncontrollably, and you were scared of how rapidly it was fueling up. This was your friend you were kissing. So where did all this hunger for him come from?

You pull back when you realise you’re in a road full of people, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him in the eyes. Donghyuck looks disheveled and anxious, and he apologizes again before he urges you to keep walking with him.

“It’s starting to rain. We should get home.”

You walk next to him in complete silence now, stealing quick glances of his reflexion at every surface that made it possible -  the windows of the parked cars, the puddles of water on the sidewalk, a passersby’s glasses. The look on his face is unreadable, pensive if anything else, and it’s rare for the expressive Donghyuck you’re used to dealing with. Your homes are towards the same direction, his a little closer than yours, and it doesn’t take too long for you to reach the entrance of his building, your clothes not even half wet from walking without umbrellas.

Donghyuck fumbles to find his keys, his hands shaking from the adrenaline his body released from the kiss earlier, the feeling still too fresh against his lips. He stresses thinking of what to do next. Should he hug you goodnight? Apologize again for kissing you? Unlock the entrance without a word and never speak to you again? 

“I’m here”, he states dumbly, as if you’d sit at the porch of a strange house and he avoids your eyes as if you were Medusa, “Goodnight.”

You smile back awkwardly at him, waving with a hand made of clay as you wish him the same. He has turned around to unlock the door, key already at the keyhole and you turn to leave too when his voice stills you in place.

“He’s an idiot.” His back is still facing you, and when he turns to look at you his eyes finally lock with yours, as honest and earnest as ever. “Johnny. If it were me, hell, if you wanted me like that I would grab that opportunity- grab you in an instant, convince you to be mine any way I could.”

You’re stuck looking at him like a fool, trying to comprehend what he’s saying and the complications of it. He puffs out through his nose, chuckling to himself and shaking his head.

“It doesn’t matter. Goodnight y/n.”

Donghyuck is half inside the entrance now and your body suddenly exits its frozen state, blocking the door from closing with your boot. He’s shocked with the sudden movement and he opens up the door further for you. You get inside the little hall without thinking, sitting firmly in front of him, a puzzled look on his face. 

“What if I told you he hasn’t even crossed my mind this whole time we were out? What if I told you I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you kissed me? Would it matter then?”

He opens his mouth momentarily, as if to speak but decides to stay silent. He already said everything he needed. It’s up to you now.

And you aren’t ready to leave yet.

You take a step forward to close the distance between you, your chests touching and you pick up the distinct smell of soju in his breath. You’re not sure if it’s that smell or the proximity but you feel drunk all over again, the yellow light of the hall shining disturbingly bright down at you and urging you to do something.

You plant a kiss over his neck, leaving a trace of the remnants of the pink lipstick you applied at the start of the workday. It was tentative, but you could still feel his raging pulse from under your lips. You could feel it get faster too, the rhythm going higher along with his body temperature and you decide on a path. A path of kisses starting from the same spot you’ve turned glittery pink, up his jawline and all the way to his earlobe.

Donghyuck clenches his jawline, you feel that too, and something snaps inside him. He just can’t take it anymore, having you so close to him, your lips on his neck and doing nothing about it. The boiling water finally spilled over the pot, hot and overflowing, and he doesn’t care if he gets burned.

You feel the cool wood against your back before you taste his tongue a second after. He has pushed you up against the entrance door, you realize, but it’s hard to comprehend anything around you when he kisses you like that. It’s the steamy, purposeful continuation of the kiss you shared earlier, and with the lack of prying eyes Donghyuck has a good idea of where he wants it to lead.

He shows you too, pushing his knee between your thighs and he feels your heat almost melt the rough fabric of his jeans. There are so many things he wants to do, so many lines he wants to cross but there is one thing he must ensure.

“Tell me you want this.”

You glide your hands upwards from his pecks to the slope of his neck and wrap them around his neck. Your body seems to act up on its own, and you feel yourself grinding down his leg that is still positioned against the wall. It feels dirty, the desperation of it all, and you connect your chest with his again before answering him.

“Lee Donghyuck. I want you to make me cum” 

You grab his hand before he gets to respond, the cool silver of his watch digging against your fingers, and you drag him to the elevator door. As if the universe had sensed your urgency, you find it waiting for you at the bottom floor, and you pull him inside with a tug of his tie.

In no time you find yourself pushed up against the wall again, and you can’t see much beyond Donghyuck’s lips, but you do catch him clumsily pressing the button to his floor with your peripheral vision. Once the elevator is in motion you feel like you can finally submerge yourself in his lips and the way his kisses take your breath away, not sure if the funny feeling in your stomach is from the sudden change in altitude or the arousal. You’re already taking his clothes off, removing the jacket of his suit off his shoulders and working the top buttons of his shirt open.

It’s him that drags you to his apartment this time, urging you out of the elevator as soon as the robotic declaim of his floor number rips through the wet sounds of you kissing. His keys are already easily accessible in his front pocket from your conversation earlier, and when he manages to unlock the entrance with trembling hands you walk inside as if you own the place.

It’s small and cozy, decorated minimally. The first thing you notice is that it smells like Donghyuck, something that should be obvious but it still overwhelms you. It’s maybe a bit stuffy from the hours he was gone yet this is the smell still lingering in your nose from his skin you were sucking just moments ago, trying to distract him from the easy task of opening the door. It’s addictive and you want it stuck on yours.

And Donghyuck does stick on your skin, discarding his tie on the floor with a strong pull and finishing the task of unbuttoning his shirt that you started in the elevator. His movements are impatient and soon he’s half naked, and you barely have time to admire his caramel skin before his hands are all over you. They start safely at the dimples of your waist, then sliding upwards to your ribcage and copping a feel of the underside of your boobs by sneaking his thumbs under the wire of your bra. You want to feel more, encourage his probing fingers so you reach to the clasp on your back, unfastening the garment and removing it through the hem of your blouse. 

Donghyuck can’t take his eyes off your chest, nipples hardened from your arousal and poking through the thin fabric. He takes his thumbs, the same thumbs that lit a fire in your belly earlier and flips the bud, toying it around and rubbing circles around it. The response from you is immediate, moans that start off soft and build up to a crescendo bouncing off the walls of his apartment.

It drives you crazy, a little bit, that smirk he has on his face now. It’s so familiar in between his features, you’ve seen it countless of times, especially during his typical teasings of you, yet is carries so much newfound weight now, so much sex appeal. He’s already giving you what you need but the climaxing is too slow for your liking, you want more and you want it now. You want what you asked him for in the lobby of this building.

Donghyuck can either read your mind or read through the increased frequency of your moans because he undresses down to his boxers, forming a trail of clothes from his living room to his bedroom, where he has led you. He doesn’t even bother to open the lights, relying on the moonlight from his window for lighting and pushing you down on his bedsheets. 

He climbs up with you, hovering over you and you move back a bit so that your head rests comfortably over his pillows. If the smile he gave you earlier had affected you, then the hungry look on his face right now almost makes you come untouched, his eyes raking up and down your body as if he doesn’t know where to start.

He decides on your calves, kissing them and moving upwards slowly and sensually, not missing the sensitive skin on the side of your knees and paying extra attention to your inner thighs. He’s still at it a minute and a half later, and you can’t tell in the dark but you’re sure they must be decorated by bite marks by now, his close proximity to the source of your pleasure making you squirm in his hold.  

It feels like ages since you last felt his fingers when he grips the soft meat of your thighs and spreads them apart. They soon move up to the hem of your skirt, rolling the fabric upwards and over your ass. You feel his breath against your pussy, making it tingle and twitch even more than it already has, and the wait feels like a new level of hell in Dante’s Inferno. 

A single finger pets you over your underwear, drawing lines over the damp fabric from your clit down to your entrance and then up again. You whimper and whine at the sensation that is half a step from what you consider satisfactory and he hooks a finger on the black lace, moving it to the side and letting you experience the cool air of the room all over again. The full exposure brings heat to your face and you breathe through the embarrassment that arouses you even more.

“Hey, Donghyuck?”

“Yes?”

“Is your cat still alive?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He licks one long stripe over your entrance, and you feel the goosebumps spreading all over your arms and legs. Nimble fingers spread your folds apart, and you hold your breath as he lets his cool spit drip from his lips and land onto your lower ones, then starts sucking over your clit. His tongue is wet and his breath is hot, the combination driving you insane. You grip the comforter, digging into it with your nails to keep yourself grounded.

“Oh my god, yes, right there”

The praise motivates him to keep trying hard, not that it will take a lot of effort to make you come undone. Donghyuck’s unprecedented touches and the newfound sexual tension they have ignited had already worked you up, his skill in oral accelerating the build up to your climax even more. And just when you thought it couldn’t get better than this he starts a series of kitten licks right over your clit, each one sending a wave of pleasure stronger than the one before.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum”

You’re grinding on his face, trying to find the right pace when you finally come undone, thighs shaking and desperately trying to push his hands away to cover up your sensitivity again. His hold is steady and he continues to lick you keenly, the lewd sound of him slurping your wetness filling the room. Your eyes open wide and you can only stare at his white ceiling during your overstimulation, the cracks and crumbling plaster caused from humidity looking like constellations in your orgasm-drunk mind. The second climax hits you suddenly but forcefully, unable to control the volume of your voice, not that you can hear yourself clearly in your daze. It’s an array of moans and screams and tiny whimpers of Donghyuck’s name, his beautiful symphony coming to life.

His appetite for you is finally satiated, and he decides to take mercy on you and remove his lips from your pulsating heat. You look so beautiful right now, he thinks, skin illuminated by the pale moonlight that is reflected on the wetness dripping from your pussy. He hovers over you again, pulling you into another kiss and you lazily reciprocate. His member is painfully hard, sliding over your slickness. You squirm and yelp everytime the fabric of his underwear grazes against your clit, your nerve endings screaming in sensitivity.

“I don’t have a condom on me”, you whisper against his lips, the taste of yourself on his tongue engaging you in the kiss again.

“I’m too tired to fuck you like you deserve anyways”

It would be criminal from you to leave him untouched like that. He looks so hot over you, messy hair and chin glistening in your juices. You absentmindedly place your nails on his collarbones, then scratch your way down over his navel. Donghyuck hisses at the numb stinging of pain, hips buckling against your pussy in the pursuit of some sort of friction. 

You move your hand even lower, slipping your fingers past the waistband of his boxers. You move past the bristles you find and grasp his member, that is not too long but an impressive girth. You manage to free it from his underwear, and you can’t really tell in the dim lighting but you bet it must have turned a purple-ish red colour. It’s leaking.

“But we don’t have a condom”

You take one of his hands in yours, giving it a kiss to calm him down, then place it over your left boob. He toys with the mound of your chest, squeezing the softness. You had other plans for him.

Connecting your knees together, you let the softness of your thighs connect, with only maybe a slither of space between them. Your hands are still on Donghyuck’s cock and you reach to hold his balls, massaging them slightly and pulling him towards you.

He takes your cue and leans forward, sliding himself between your thighs. The moan he lets out is guttural and elongated, laced with the beautiful metallic tone of his voice. He lets go of your breasts and wraps his arms around your knees, putting your calves on each of his shoulders and continues to rut his hips against you. 

“Fuck. This feels so good”

You look up to see Donghyuck’s face, contorted in a frown that can only be described as desperate, his lips puffy and red from all the licking and kissing and sucking. 

He looks painfully sexy, and you momentarily imagine all the things you would do to him if the serotonin of your double orgasm and the alcohol in your belly weren’t weighing you down. You’d gladly stay up all night for him, tugging on his long hair as you’d let him bend you in any position he wanted. You bet that thickness would feel amazing stretching you out and you moan at the thought, your thighs flexing involuntarily and making him moan even more. 

Soon he has picked up his pace, the tip of his cock reappearing between your thighs more frequently and you can feel his thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

“Fuck fuck, I’m coming”

He suddenly pushes forward, almost collapsing on top of you as a string of satisfactory groans leave his lips. His hips still with a stagger and you entrancingly watch the ropes of white dripping from his cock and landing on your blouse. It was a mess, but you can worry about it in the morning.

Donghyuck fucks your thighs slowly for a little longer, elongating his pleasure for as long as he can and soothing the crescent moons his nails formed on your skin with his fingertips. He reaches one hand to his bedroom floor where he finds a -what you hope is- clean t-shirt, and pats his cum off your blouse as best as he could.

It has gotten late and you’re both exhausted, Donghyuck’s comfortable weight on top of you lulling you to sleep. He’s hugging your hips now, head resting on your stomach and occasionally kissing your hip bones tenderly. You’re not sure when you slip out of consciousness but you do hear Donghyuck mumble something against your skin, something the kiss of Morpheus doesn’t allow you to make out.

You wake up to a white ceiling. Not just any white ceiling- a cracked, full of moisture pockets ceiling and you wonder when you let the humidity mess up your apartment this much. The culprit of your awakening, the morning sun rays that shine right on your eyes; way too bright than what you’re used to, force your eyelids to open, and it takes you a moment to adjust to the abundant light. This isn’t your apartment.

The sight of a man that greets your barely recovered rentinas shocks you, and you rub your eyes just in case you’re stuck in a lucid dream or something. You see the mess of ash blonde hair and the pile of work clothes discarded on the floor and your mind soon is flooded with last night’s events, buzzed out in your foggy memory. You sense another buzz as well, a physical one this time and you wiggle in place when you feel something hard and metallic digging in your butt. You prod a little with your fingers, trying not to wake up Donghyuck too abruptly and you realise that yes, you’ve been sitting on a phone all night.

Shouldn’t it be a Tuesday today? It’s very bright for it to be that early but surely Donghyuck must have set an alarm for the both of you last night. You yawn involuntarily, deciding to play with your phone until he wakes up as well when the bright white display pulls all the blood from your face.

8:40. You have to be at work in 20 minutes.

“Donghyuck! Hyuck!”

You didn’t care to make your touches light. They were shoves, really, pushing at his shoulders frantically to get him off of you and pull him out of his slumber. He wakes up with a gasp, trying desperately to keep his balance and failing, to then fall unceremoniously on the floor.

“What the hell?”, he groans out with a hoarse, groggy version of his voice, “My head is pounding”

“It will hurt even more once I’m done with you! You didn’t set an alarm last night? Today’s a work day!’

With his eyes bulging, he launches himself forward, grabbing the phone from your hands. 

“Shit, shit, shit”. He’s fully awake now, hands rubbing his face to come up with the next logical steps to take, in order to have you both at work on time and looking presentable. “I have a mouthwash and hairbrush in my bathroom, I’ll get ready here”

“And what the fuck am I supposed to wear?”

“Yesterday’s clothes? Are you really that concerned about recycling an outfit right now?”

You roll your eyes, pushing your blouse down and dragging his comforter off your body. 

“Did you forget about this?”

You straighten out the fabric for him to see, and the big, grossly dried out cum stains aren’t hard to notice. His face looks worried, but not necessarily apologetic, and you can almost see the scenes from the sex you shared last night play through his eyes like a porn film. 

“Your skirt is fine, right? I’ll find a shirt that fits you”

You’re spitting out the fluorescent blue liquid when he timorously walks in the bathroom to leave the piece of clothing he promised. It smells heavily of those moth-repellent sachets and looks slightly wrinkled, like something he pulled out from the depths of his closet but you don’t really have the privilege of playing Suzy Menkes right now. You pull and tuck the fabric in creative ways, in order to style the garment into something you might walk into work wearing one day, yet it’s painfully obvious to you how misfitted it is; too big around the shoulders as one would expect from a man’s shirt.

You exit the bathroom after giving up, pressed by the limited time and the sound of Donghyuck’s uneasy steps through the door. You let him freshen up as well and use the time to collect your things that are scattered all over his place - he was kind enough to bring you your bra that was discarded in his living room floor along with his shirt - and soon you were rushing out of his house and into separate cabs so as not to raise suspicion.

The rest of the day was normal, well- according to this new definition of normalcy for you. Where everything and everyone seems to follow this movie script of what a typical company must look like, while you worry that someone will probe uninvitedly into your thoughts. God knows what they would fish out. A broken record player of Donghyuck’s moans when he cums, the burn of his thick sex rubbing against your thighs, the paths of his neck veins you memorized by heart. 

You shake your head to clear it from the intrusive thoughts, and click the refresh button of your emails. The sound of keys being tapped and printers being put to use lands you back to reality, and you calmly click on the new incoming message from the Sales Department.

It was Johnny.

You’d think that after having his dick down your throat for about half a minute, getting butterflies in your stomach from the mere sight of his email address would stop being a recurring event for you. But alas, here they were, tapping their little wings in a flutter that turns into a hurricane of anxiety, and you sarcastically thank the universe for having to deal with Johnny while looking like an 80’s librarian.

You walk up the stairs like your ankle’s dragging a ball and a chain, the piece of paper in your hands getting slightly ripped from the abuse of your nervous fingers. It was a stupid document, barely half filled with any valuable information and you think it can’t be worth the calories you burned with that trip. It certainly wasn’t worth entering hell, aka mr. Suh’s office, and just the thought of him waiting for you in his fitted suit and gelled back hair is making you light headed. If Johnny was Hades then Donghyuck definitely was Cerberus, guarding his boss with his three heads and his big dick.

You leave a breath out when you realise he isn’t there, making your way onto Johnny’s office with lighter feet. He smiles brightly when he sees you, handsome as ever, and you carefully leave the document on his messy desk.

“Well, isn’t it my favourite intern”

You laugh at his sing-song tone, enjoying how warm he was being today.

“You used to avoid me like the plague and now I’m your favourite?”

“You always were my favourite”, he winks, and pushes back his hair like he knows the effect it has on you, “If someone is avoiding anyone like the plague that’s Donghyuck. I would have sent him to you but I can’t find him anywhere.”

You gulp dryly at his words, an invisible awl pinching your chest. You could feel Donghyuck slipping away from every place that you might share, in a very subtle way, but still noticeable from you. He left the kitchen hastily when you walked in to make your coffee, excused himself out of the lunch break through which you always kept him company, and now he was gone as well. Was last night such a big mistake in his point of view?

“I’m kidding, I just wanted to see you.”

He motions you to come closer and you timidly oblige, serenaded by the sound of his voice but not missing the hunger his eyes hold. He’s still seated in his big leather office chair, thighs spread out in a way that turned you on embarrassingly much, and you fit yourself in the space between his long legs. 

“He is very jumpy though, Donghyuck. Do you know what happened to him?”

Your whole body tenses up, muscles hardening defensively. “Why would I know?”

“I don’t know. It’s just that you guys are so close.”

Close. Close as in having his knee between your thighs, close as in being pushed up against his chest and the elevator mirror. Close as in knowing how his tongue feels massaging your clit. 

“Have I seen you in that before?”

You’re confused with the sudden question and when you search for the context you realise he’s talking about your- Donghyuck’s shirt. Did he smell the sex on you? The overwhelming scent of pheromones and Donghyuck’s cologne that your nose just couldn’t ignore?

“I don’t think so”, you try to answer as nonchalantly as possible, “it’s new.”

“No”, Johnny insists, and pinches the fabric with his fingers. He’s very knowledgeable about fashion, always complimenting you on your outfit choices and you know he wouldn’t let this one go so easily. “I’m sure I’ve seen this before.”

You follow his line of sight towards the ivory fabric too, as if you expected there to be written “YOUR ASSISTANT GAVE ME THE BEST HEAD OF MY LIFE LAST NIGHT”, in a bright red marker. It was a prison, in the form of 99% cotton and 1% pure anxiety, and you know you had to distract Johnny out of this subject one way or the other.

“You like it?”, you ask seductively, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear.

“I’d like you better without it.”

With just one strong, yet calculated pull he has you sat over the length of his thigh. Your hands land on his chest for stability, right over his pecks that fill your palms easily. There’s nothing you want more than to suck on those perfectly sculpted lips of his, but you’re not too faithful on Donghyuck’s mouthwash so you settle for the earlobe that isn’t pierced instead.

He loves the feeling, the activation of his erogenous area and the suction of your lips that resembles one of your favourite activities together.

“I like this shirt”, he starts, unbuttoning your chest into plain view, “and I love this skirt”

He runs his big hands over the plumpless of your ass, squeezing it then retracting his fingers back on your thighs. They’re cold against your burning skin and the contrast causes goosebumps to erupt in the shape of his handprint.

“You love all my skirts Johnny”

“I do. Because I can do this”

His fingers roll the hem of your skirt up your thigh, the only thing separating your heat with the smooth fabric of his slacks being your skimpy underwear. You’re pretty sure the wetness must be transferring to it already, your thoughts of Donghyuck and all the things he could do with you having you desperate for a release. Johnny pets your clit over your panties then, just a light graze of his finger that elicits a moan from you.

Your hips move on their own, slowly humping his thigh that flexes from under you. You grab his tie to help your movement when your pace picks up, enjoying his body heat that coated you. 

“Someone might see us.”

His desk chair was large, sure, but so was Johnny, and even though his back was facing the door of his office, no one could mistake the sight of you riding him as anything else. 

“I told you, Donghyuck keeps disappearing. And it seems like it won’t take you too long to cum with the way you moan like that, right babe?”

“Johnny…”

You were a whiny mess at this point, humping his leg to reach your high. He was nice enough to help you, his hands guiding you as you mess up all over him, lips stuck on the patch of skin right under your ear.

“You know, I kind of miss you calling me Mr. Suh.” he whispers as he’s sucking on your neck, and you shiver at the tone of his voice, “What do I have to do next time you come over to have you call me like that?”

You can’t contain your whimpers anymore, the stinging tears of arousal threatening to roll down your face, so you close your eyes to keep the moisture in. Everything is just too much, the pleasure of your clit rubbing on him, his nails that dig in the flesh of your hips, the heavy suggestions in his words; your orgasm was hanging by a thread and it was a matter of seconds for it to snap. And it did snap, with a bite on your neck, and along with it your eyes snapped open as well.

Donghyuck was staring right back at you.

Your eyes crossed in pleasure, blurry vision making it hard to focus on him. You were falling apart over Johnny’s body, legs shaking and insides melting with his praise. Donghyuck took the sight in from the opened door, eyes studying your face of pleasure and bare chest decorated with Johnny’s kisses peeking from his own shirt. You’d be lying had you dismissed the fact that his presence intensified your orgasm times a hundred. The exposure of your act, the naughtiness of getting caught and by him of all people. You watched as he retreated outside from the office with silent steps, to give you privacy or recover from the embarrassment or both.

And Donghyuck would be lying too, had he said he didn’t like the sight. The mere memory of your face all fucked out flushed his own in crimson red. He remembered it all clearly, from your plush lips to Johnny’s mess of a hair, to the tremble of your body. It refused to leave his mind, the scene of you getting satisfaction from another man, but not because he wanted to erase it. He thought he fit right in, right in that scene between you and his boss.  

You texted him later that day, apologizing for what he had to witness and promising him you would return the shirt as soon as you washed it. He politely allowed you to keep it, not at all acknowledging the incident from earlier, nor the night you spent together. You didn’t have the guts to ask, for you didn’t know that Donghyuck didn’t regard last night as a mistake, like you thought. He was tired of boiling in the guilt of his feelings, selfishly admitting to himself that he did not regret a single thing. He was into you, he meant every word that came out of his mouth, so why was he avoiding you all day yesterday? He was still the fucking coward.

The next day came rolling along, and with it came a long list of things you wanted to avoid. The first one was arguably dealing with your best friend, the lengthy paperwork you had to fill out being a close second.  

Your mind was occupied with a plethora of thoughts, with Johnny holding the main spot. You’d seen him in your sleep last night, starring in the extremely detailed wet dream your brain fabricated for you, hot breaths and deep thrusts forcing you into the disappointing consciousness of today’s morning.

And the pictures he had sent you right after you decided to get up weren’t helping either. His tall, half naked build occupied most of the shot, skin glistening in the after-shower steam. His toothbrush was hanging from his foamy mouth, in an attempt to make the picture look nonchalant, yet you knew his motives. You let your eyes drink up the sight of his defined abdomen, then moved downwards along the dark happy trail that peeked from the towel, loosely hanging from his waist. Hip bones teasing you and all. Just drop the fucking towel Johnny.

Needless to say, you were a mess when you arrived at the office. The cats in heat outside of your window, the phallic shaped baguette your baker generously treated you with this morning; everything seemed to remind you of the heat between your legs that you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore. You tried rubbing your thighs, drowning in the paperwork, even locking your phone in one of your drawers so as not to be tempted to look at Johnny’s thirst trap again. But he had won.

You grab a bunch of documents that seemed important enough, shove them in your favourite binder, and make your way to Johnny’s office upstairs. 

You knew you had to deal with Donghyuck. It was the unavoidable repercussion of messing up your life like that, getting men that were too good looking for this boring ass company tangled up in what seemed to be a simple internship. Taking a deep breath, then two more for good measure, you start to strut confidently in a straight line that led to Johnny’s office door.

“He’s on call, come back later.”

Your head instinctively turns to the source of the sound, to find Donghyuck staring at the display of his laptop that seemed to be much more interesting than you. The matter-of-fact way he formed his sentences was not unlike him, yet something in you begged for a little bit of attention. Blame it on how horny you’ve been all morning, or the fact that now that you’ve seen him naked, the strict tone affects you much more than it should.

Bothered by your thoughts and thinking about having to sit back at your office for the rest of the work day, you let the binder slip from your hands and drop on the wooden floor. You lean down to collect the scattered pieces of paper, your heels making it hard for you to keep your balance easily, and soon enough you sense a movement from behind you.

“No panties huh?”

It was supposed to be a surprise. Payback for the dirty thoughts Johnny planted in your head this morning. You’d walk in all innocently, sit right across his desk and give him a little Basic Instinct Sharon Stone moment. Then leave him high and dry again, while mentally keeping a note to clear out all your plans for the weekend. But see, he couldn’t give you what you wanted after all, and your resolve started to break. Whatever it was you wanted, you wanted it now.

You get up, unfolding your body slowly and refusing to look at Donghyuck, much like he did when you walked inside. The smirk playing on your lips couldn’t be concealed through your voice.

“Like what you see?”

You gasp as he presses up against you, the only contact you have with one another being his hard-on that nudges your ass. Following your body’s orders, you push back against him too, and you can tell the breath he lets out is ragged and full of tension.

He reaches for your binder with an arm around you, flipping through the pages as he sucks his teeth in disapproval.

“These are last week’s reports. Are you really here for these or are you looking for another quickie with Johnny?” A moan escapes you then, and the little thrust that Donghyuck allows himself drives you both crazy. “Thought so. How insatiable are you? I made you cum two nights ago, Johnny helped you out yesterday. If you really are that desperate you could’ve just come to me for help, doll”

His soft palm rests on the front of your thigh, slowly sliding his way under your skirt. You squirm in his hold in anticipation, and you have to bite your tongue to hold in the noises that threaten to leave you. 

“Donghyuck, Johnny is sitting right through that door. He could come out any minute now and see us”

“And?”

“Your boss is sitting right through that door. You could get fired”

“I could die after this”

His thumb ficks your clit swiftly, and Donghyuck takes this opportunity to slip his other one inside your gaping mouth.

“But-“

“Shh. Don’t talk with your mouth full, baby”

You’re melting in his hold at this point, your back still resting against his chest, lips sucking his digit. The scent of his cologne that you’ve grown so familiar with overwhelms you, painting all your surroundings in a red tint of lust.

“Spread your legs for me”. You oblige with his orders immediately, your arousal not allowing you to keep him waiting. “Wider”.

You take a quick look behind your shoulder to check that the door is still, indeed, closed, only to be met face to face with Donghyuck. His breath is hot against your face, eyes locked on his thumb toying with your lower lip and you completely forget what you initially turned around for. The kiss was natural, your lips melding easily with his ones. The need for him washes over you like a heatwave and you lift your skirt to urge him to continue before you go insane. 

He gets the hint and moves his hand lower, middle finger tracing your opening ever so slightly. It makes you shiver and you realise how quiet the room has fallen, the only source of sound coming muffled through the closed door to Johnny’s office. It excites you and it must show through the wetness between your lower lips, and Donghyuck patiently collects it all. He transfers the moisture over the bud of your clit, his finger smoothly massaging the sensitive skin. It feels divine and there’s no way you’d ask him to stop yet you know there’s something else Donghyuck is after, the sweet tightness that he didn’t get to experience that night at his apartment.

It was a bit much to fuck you out there like that, even for his exhibitionistic tendencies, but nothing could stop him from feeling the next best thing. 

His first finger enters you unhurriedly, careful of your reactions. You moan out his name and he moans at how tight you are, soft pussy practically sucking his finger in. He soon enters his ring finger as well, slowly moving them inside you until you feel every stretch and curl. Your wetness starts to drip at this point, coating his fingers with your juices.

“Such a dirty girl, making all this mess at my office”

The leisure pace ruins you, your eyes shut close in search of patience. You feel his other palm move from under your skirt as well, resting flat against your lower abdomen. He wants to feel himself inside you.

“Donghyuck, please. More”

A chuckle is heard from your left ear, and you can vividly imagine how his face must look like now. The cocky smirk, the tongue poking the inside of his cheek. The next pump has you muffling your whimpers with the back of your fist, his fingers curling just right and fucking straight into your g-spot. 

“More? Look at you. Pretty slut.” 

He’s full on finger fucking you now, and swallowing your moans is gradually becoming more and more difficult. The world crumbles from under your feet and you let yourself get carried away in the intense pleasure, the fast pumping making your legs shake.

“You’re gonna cum?”, he whispers again, and you can only respond with a nod, “That’s my fucking girl”

The orgasm’s intense, shaking you as you bite your hand and hold onto Donghyuck for extra support. He continues to move his fingers afterwards, drawing out your euphoria for as long as he can, then finally leaves you empty once your moans have died down. You immediately cover yourself up again once you sober up from your high, suddenly embarrassed by Donghyuck’s intense stare. He’s moving his eyes through all the features of your face, only for them to fall frozen on your lips, and lifts his hand up to rest his two fingers over them. You get his initiative and put them in your mouth, tasting yourself on your tongue.

“Unless you want us both to get fired I think you should go back to your office. I don’t think I can contain myself around you”

You release his digits with a pop, your eyes full of seduction.  

“What would you do to me?”

Donghyuck growls at your question, turning you around so that you’re fully face to face and chest to chest. 

“You’d look so pretty on your knees, mouth full of cock”. He grabs a handful of your ass, bringing you flush against him and proceeds to grind his painfully hard dick between your thighs. Your noses touch and you feel dizzy at the proximity; the words he mutters against your cum coated lips. “I’d peel those clothes off of you, find the nearest mirror. Stretch you out against the glass so that you see how good you take it.”

You shiver as a response, then force yourself to put some distance between you before you do something stupid. He kindly helps you collect your things in silence, those useless documents that were laying scattered on the floor, and in a moment of weakness you let him pin you against the wall right before you go.There was something so addictive about him and your chemistry, and your lips burn at the memory of his kisses. You’re not sure how much longer you can contain that hunger anymore.

The end of a shift and the beginning of another overtime. It felt like deja vu at this point, after all the countless extra hours you’ve put into the internship, seeing people grab their briefcases and their car keys as they empty the space around you. You take a moment to appreciate the view of the setting sun from the small window of your office, inhaling deeply as you wrap the hair that’s been bothering you in a ponytail. Your neck hurts and the tension of your body is translating into a dull pain, so you stretch it a little, bobbing your head from side to side.

You jump a little in your seat when you feel a set of hands on your shoulder blades. They massage the sore spots, treating the muscle knots and helping your blood flow freely. It was obvious Donghyuck didn’t have enough of you earlier, and you pout at having to turn down another visit to his apartment because of your overtime duties. 

You were ready to scold him off, tell him you’re busy and that you promise to make it up for him another time, when you feel his soft lips kissing the most sensitive spot on the slope of your neck. You let out a long sigh, subconsciously exposing your neck more for him, and a high pitched whine rumbles in your chest. It’s released as a moan of Donghyuck’s name.

“Donghyuck?!”

You freeze in the uncomfortable arch, your ears confused by the deepness of the voice belonging to the man behind you. Not even the confusion laced in it can cover up the lack of airiness and clarity you’re used to when it comes to Donghyuck’s tone. It’s Johnny.

“I… We-“

You’re left speechless, clueless as to what to say next. You know you don’t have to explain yourself, it’s not like you and Johnny are exclusive. Yet his shocked face at the sound of his assistant’s name coming so lewdly off your lips has your brain scrambling to find some sort of explanation. Thankfully, he’d interrupt your panic in a second.

“The big boss wants you upstairs. I offered to come get you.”

He doesn’t sound angry or upset, nor disappointed. It’s a fresh air of relief before you realize that this is not what you should worry about right now. What the hell does the CEO of the company want to talk to you about? Are you getting the boot? It must be it, but why? Your numbers have been great, you’re always on time - except that one morning, but technically it was Donghyuck’s fault - and you’ve been praised by your supervisor numerous times during your internship.

Unless- What if there’s cameras in the office? 

You start to panic at the thought of an involuntary sex tape become the cause of your dismissal, so caught up in your thoughts that you’re completely unaware you’ve spent the entire trip up the stairs with Johnny in silence. When you enter the CEO’s office, heartbeat echoing loudly in your ears, you notice that all of the department’s supervisors are present in the impromptu meeting as well. You sit next to Johnny, in an attempt to calm yourself down, and you see the head of your department send you an encouraging smile.

“Shall we start?”

A briefing of your work in the company ensued, numbers and graphs that wouldn’t make sense to anyone other than the people in the room. Thirty minutes have passed and no surveillance tape has been whipped out, turning you more confused than ever. The numbers were good, the words from your supervisor are complimentary, so why would they fire you? 

“That is all for the briefing. After seeing your progress and the contribution you’ve made to the company, we’ve decided to offer you a permanent position, if you’d be interested of course”

Oh my god. You can’t believe this day finally came. Your face was glowing, and you tried to convince yourself to stay calm while you talked about your new position and the raise in salary that came with it. With shaky hands you sign the documents, and your boss congratulates you once again, dismissing you off your overtime. 

You waited for everyone to leave the hallway before jumping in Johnny’s arms. He caught you easily, strong build supporting you and lifting your feet off the ground before landing you safely again.

“Good job intern, I’m so proud of you”

“Hey, I’m not an intern anymore!”, you complain by bumping his chest with your fist and he pats your head lovingly in return.

“Why did you have to be in the room as well? Did you know about my promotion?”

“No, actually, they just told me an hour ago. It was hard to keep myself from telling you everything right away.”

The excitement coursed through you, and a sudden urge to kiss him until your lips were numb overwhelmed you. You were ready to turn your thoughts into reality, when you saw Donghyuck from the corner of your eye, instinctively smiling at your obvious happiness.

“What’s the occasion?”

“I got promoted!”

Donghyuck gasped, a huge smile spreading across his face. Your excitement’s contentious so he tackles you without a second thought, his embrace so tight that you can barely breathe. You can see that he’s trying his best to contain a kiss, his glance moving back and forth between you and Johnny. He still kept a possessive hand around your waist once he let you down however, a gesture that could seem innocent yet you knew better.

Johnny smirks at the sight of you two, confidence dripping off his body and making you shiver. You get dizzy at the thought of Donghyuck not knowing that Johnny knows about you, yet Donghyuck knowing about Johnny but not giving a fuck.

“So how do we celebrate?”, the older man asks, with a playful tone that might as well be your active imagination.

“Wanna go for a drink?”, Donghyuck suggests, boldly keeping his eyes at you only while he does so.

You pout in thought, humming pensively when an idea pops into your head. 

“How about you come over my place for one?”

You should have thought this through more thoroughly, is all you can think about as you’re trapped between Johnny and Hyuck on your couch. Well, not really- there is a sizable distance between you three, yet the atmosphere in the room is so dense it’s nearly palpable. Three glasses, half-full of the alcohol of their choice are sitting on the coffee table in front of you, and you awkwardly stare at the sweat that falls from your glass and forms rings on the wooden surface. 

Your body has loosened up from your drink yet your heart can’t stop racing, not when Donghyuck is looking at you like that. He looks like a man starved for days while you’re the meal presented deliciously in his arm’s reach, and he can’t wait to have you alone and curve his growing appetite. And you ignore Johnny’s cheeky smiles and flirtatious winks as well, carrying on a conversation that doesn’t belong in the inescapable tone of the room but flows easily, until it ends and you’re met with heavy silence and the ticking analog clock on your wall again.

You ask them if they would like some water, getting up before you receive an answer, and you yelp a little when you feel a strong arm halting your trip to the kitchen before it even started. You lose your balance and wobble a little in your spot before unceremoniously landing on Johnny’s lap.

He doesn’t help you up, but loops and arm around your waist instead, holding you in place. In circumstances other than the ones that have already made their mark on your sexual history, staying in this position with his assistant still in the room would be highly inappropriate.

“You’re all we need”, he reassures you with a voice made of silk, then repositions you with a jerk of his knee, your heat grinding right against his half hard member.

“When were you gonna tell me?”

You open and close your mouth sequentially like a fish out of water, choking out a reply after the insistent tick-tock that resonates through the room and gives a tempo to your anxiety.

“I’m sorry?”

“You know what I’m talking about. A little birdy told me I’m not the only one enjoying this perfect little body. Is that right Donghyuck?”

Donghyuck’s eyes bulged out of his skull, almost choking in the sip of the drink he was enjoying when the unexpected question hit him. Sizzling heat floods your face as he stares at you sternly, and you shake your head defensively.

“I didn’t tell him-“

“Well no, not exactly”, Johnny interrupts and places his big hands over your thighs, “I was just kissing her neck, trying to get her to relax, and lo and behold, she starts moaning your name like its a fucking reflex. You’ve really gotten into her head, apparently”

Donghyuck swells up in pride, that much is evident, yet he’s way too distracted to say anything in response, too busy staring at Johnny’s fingers spreading your thighs apart to expose your damp underwear. Johnny’s lips are planted on your neck, teeth nibbling on your earlobe and you wince when you feel the sharp sting of a slap on your inner thigh.

“You aren’t being a good hostess, baby. Open up your legs more, let Hyuck see your pretty pussy. You remember what word to say when you want me to stop, right?” You whimper the designated safe word while opening your thighs further, digging the heels of your feet in the couch’s pillows. “Good girl”

He dips a hand through the band of your underwear, busying his fingers under the fabric. You moan as they slide through the wetness and he smiles a cocky smile when he sees Donghyuck palming himself through his slacks. He removes the skimpy thong with the help of your hips moving to assist him, to then push the fabric inside your mouth with little to no resistance from you.

“Isn’t this pussy divine? I swear when I bottomed out inside of her the first time I thought I lost my damn mind”

He toys with your opening, only dipping half a finger in to challenge Donghyuck to pay attention.

“We haven’t actually…”

“She only let you play with her?”, Johnny teases him, then pushes his point and middle finger all the way inside you, making his assistant’s imagination run wild at what your pussy must feel like sucking him in. “You’re missing out man”

“I’ve made her cum probably twice as many times as you’ve ever have”

You chuckle at his smart remark and Johnny glares at you, softly slapping your pussy to keep you at bay.

“No one addressed you. You’ll get to make all the noise you want in a sec, baby”

You squirm in place, letting out a muffled apology through your gag and Donghyuck looks seriously affected by the sight.

“Isn’t she obedient?”, Johnny asks while grazing your g-spot, and you moan from both the praise and the stimulation.

Hyuck unbuttons his pants at the lewd sound, pulling his dick from the slit of his boxers and you admire his impressive girth. He lets his body decline comfortably on the pillows behind him, spreading his own legs at shoulder-length. The mouth-watering sight of him jerking himself slowly with the aid of his precum clouds your vision; you’re just as needy for him as he is for you.

“She’s a little brat”

“I guess I know how to make her listen”. Johnny lifts your dress over your hips, then helps you off of it through the hem. With a rehearsed flick of his fingers he discards your bra as well, leaving you completely naked for Donghyuck’s eyes to feast on. His hands immediately grope your breasts, playing with the mounds and putting on a show. “I could undress you over and over and over again”

You feel his fingers retract from inside your pussy to form a ‘V’ over your lower lips, making your hole even more visible along with the wetness that’s dripping out of it.

“Will you let Donghyuck use your pussy baby? I feel a little greedy using it all on my own”

You groan in the anticipation and let your head fall back on Johnny’s shoulder, nodding pathetically and mumbling through your thong.

“Oh god, yes, yes, yes”

Donghyuck has heard enough, and with Johnny urging him on he’s standing half naked in front of you in seconds. His boxers are discarded next to his trousers on the floor, tie hanging loosely from the collar. He still has a hand wrapped around his angry sex, red tip and veiny details making you swoon.

“Go on”, Johnny encourages him, “she’s more than wet enough”

Donghyuck rests his left knee on the cushion of the couch, right between your foot and Johnny’s thigh. A little foiled square is getting ripped by his nimble fingers and you bewitchedly watch him wrap up his cock. He slaps it over your entrance a couple times, coming in contact with the other man’s fingers that are still keeping you fully exposed, then finally thrusts himself inside you. A conglomerate of what seems like three different curses leave his lips, eyebrows furrowed in a pleasureful expression.

“Fuck”

“Tight, isn’t she?”

“So fucking tight baby, damn”

Johnny may have a cock so lengthy that most men are envious of, yet Donghyuck’s girth is really something else. It stretches you out more than you've had in months, dull pain getting numb with every release of serotonin from your brain. You almost cry when he removes the entire thing out of you.

“I have to feel that again”

And indeed he does, submerging himself in the tightness of your walls only his fingers had the privilege of experiencing thus far. You feel amazing wrapped up around him, pussy hot and burning in desire as he dips himself further inside you, pushing you up against Johnny’s chest. You hiss in the sting and whimper softly, prompting the man behind you to ungag you finally.

“What is it baby? Hyuckie’s dick is too big for your tight little hole?”

You nod affirmatively while keeping eye contact with the man mentioned, big glossy eyes awakening something dark inside him. He wants to ruin you.

“Maybe you don’t fuck her hard enough”

You can’t see Johnny from the way you’re seated but you know he must have a smile on his face, well aware of the confidence he possesses for his own abilities in the bedroom. His big hands leave your labia and make their way over to your calves, bending you in a way that is almost painful.

“How about you show me how it’s done, then?”

Donghyuck is always up for a challenge, so he wraps a hand loosely around your throat so as to gain leverage. He pulls his hips backwards, gaining momentum, then slaps them forcefully against your own. You moan loudly at the depth, hands scrambling to find something to hold on to as he’s nailing you against the couch. Johnny’s there to catch your sounds with his lips, eating them up eagerly as he slips his tongue inside you and continues to play with your nipples. 

“Is that hard enough for you?”

Continuing his brutal pace restlessly, Donghyuck tightens his grasp around your neck, enough to hamper your blood flow and drool around the other man’s mouth. You’re so out of it at this point, dirty sound after another leaving your lips and you gasp at Johnny’s fingers that are suddenly circling around your clit.

“I’m close, please”, you manage to whimper from between them, Hyuck’s pace only fastening in the sound of your plea. The tip of his cock, thick like the rest of him, grazes against your sensitive spot again and again, not missing a single thrust. He digs a thumb in the softness of your cheek, pulling you away from Johnny and connecting his forehead with yours. By the sounds of his grunts it won’t take long until he comes as well.

“Made just for me”, he whispers against your lips, and you gasp when you feel the heat overflowing in your sex area, vision blurry as you let go and scream in complete pleasure. Donghyuck basks in the confirmation of how good he’s made you feel, hips stuttering as he empties his cum in you and inside the condom. His thigh muscles may be contracting in tiredness yet he doesn’t halt his movements, milking your orgasm for all its worth. You’re basically putty in Johnny’s lap at this point, sex drunk and high from your release.  

“Not bad”, he admits, even though he had some credit to claim with the fast fingerwork he showed earlier. He holds your thighs again, closing them up to help you relax and you wince at the pain in your haunch, the result of staying in a flexibility-demanding position for so long.

You wait until your heartbeat slows down, turning around to face Johnny as Donghyuck ties up and discards the used condom. He sends you a warm smile, petting the messy hair out of your line of sight and you relax in the feeling of safety, batting your eyes up at him cutely.

“What about you?”, you practically meow, moaning softly as you feel his boner twitching from beneath his trousers.

“What about me? Didn’t you have enough?” 

He knows your appetite, knows there’s no way you’d be satisfied by one round only. And how could you, when he sits so deliciously from under you, his big body reeling you in. You know what he wants to hear.

“Please, Johnny”, you plead, playing with the thin tie still neatly keeping his shirt in place. “I need you”

“You need what?”, he growls against your lips, trying to coax as much desperation out of you as possible.

“I need your big cock inside me, please”

“Ass up”

You get up from your seat, complying with his commands and getting on your knees before your tired legs betray you and leave you a mess on the floor.  His hands cup your ass in admiration, giving it a little spank before he slides them over your dorsals. A careful push forces you to arch your back even more, and your cheeks burn at the eager position he has bent you in. You shiver when his cock enters you halfway.

“You’re still not used to me babe?”

“It’s not my fault that you’re so fucking big, Johnny”

“Then maybe I should stay still? Since you can’t take it?”

“No!”, you oppose, tears of frustration threatening to spill out of their ducts, “I can take it, just move!”

You howl as he bottoms out, his long length making you lose your mind. It’s been a while since you’ve had anything more than his fingers and you’ve missed the way he fits inside of you. You hear shuffling from behind you and soon he’s bending over you, wrapping his tie around your neck. With a pull you’re flush against his chest again, and the buttons of his shirt are already leaving little indentations on your skin. You wish it bruises.

“Do you remember what I wanted you to call me the other day?”, he whispers next to the shell of your ear, dark tone sending shivers down your spine.

“Mr. Suh”

“Exactly. Now will you let me fuck you the way I want?”

“Yes sir”

“What a good girl”

Johnny slams into you fully, every pull of his hips resulting in the restriction of your airflow. A game of wanting more of him and sacrificing your oxygen for it begins, and it doesn’t take long for you to turn completely into a submissive mess for him. He’s whispering filth in your ears, hips keeping their inhuman tempo until you’re all out of energy and fall nonvocal. Donghyuck gets hard again at the sight.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Johnny, who is more than willing to share your body for the pleasure he’s after- at least part of it. He waits until the younger man’s dick is fully solid in his grasp, standing tall and red right in front of you and he lets go of the constraint of your neck without notice.

You fall face first on Donghyuck’s thick thighs, his quick reflexes catching you from a harder impact. His member is twitching right next to your face, tip grazing against your left temple and he helps your head up by wrapping your hair in a makeshift ponytail that his fingers hold together. You wrap your lips around his tip obediently, twirling your tongue around his member until you reach his hairy base. He tastes a bit rubbery from the condom earlier but you choose to ignore it, focusing on hollowing your cheeks around him instead.

Every hard thrust of Johnny’s propels you forward onto Donghyuck’s cock, the bobbing motion natural yet you struggle to take them both inside you. Donghyuck enjoys the vibrations of the moans you make when the other man hits a deep spot in your pussy, Johnny groans when you clench around him as Donghyuck abuses your throat. It’s a give and take of intense pleasure and you know you can’t take much more, the men’s moans growing louder with every thrust. 

“Do you like Hyuck’s cock needy baby? Have you finally had enough?”

He punctuates each word with a slam, one harder than the other, and the rope inside your belly snaps with the arrival of your second orgasm. You try your hardest to stay in place, beg your thighs not to let you collapse as you let Johnny drive you into overstimuation.

“Yes, sir. I love it”

Johnny grunts at the sound of his title, so dirty coming muffled by another man’s dick that it’s enough to send him over the edge. You feel the hot cum filling up the condom inside you, and his spurts take so long that the little tweaks coax another orgasm from you.

Donghyuck drinks up the scene unveiling in front of him, a steady hand forcing your jaw open as he starts to jerk off quickly over your face.

“I want to see your tongue covered in my cum”

You lick your lips seductively in response, opening your mouth up to welcome his ropes of white liquid that leave his slit a second after. They fill your mouth little by little, painting the inside of it and you hold your tongue out to show him his creation, a couple of drops dripping from the corners before you swallow as much as you can. He collects whatever’s left on your jaw, pushing it in and letting you suckle on his thumb dumbly before letting go.

You collapse on the couch, exhausted after giving all that your body could handle after a work day, and you sit in silence as Johnny massages your feet and Donghyuck kisses your neck to calm you down. Your head hurts from the sex and the possibilities that this new combination can bring to your love life, belly tingling in excitement at the same time. You don’t know where this will lead, or when will be the next time you’ll indulge in the company of the both of them stuck on your body. All that you know is that this promotion, at least the celebration of it, tastes really, really sweet. 

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