#nike calm slides

[freshthoughts2020]

[fullreggaetord]

Nike Calm Slide “Black Gum” se lanzará en el otoño de 2024

Nike amplía su colección de zapatillas sin cordones este otoño con el lanzamiento del muy esperado Calm Slide, el Black Gum. Esta actualización de temporada agrega una suela de goma al diseño minimalista, dándole a las sandalias clásicas un toque moderno. El Calm Slide hereda el aspecto elegante de los modelos anteriores, pero la característica más destacada es la suela de goma, una opción de…

[slut4nicholas]

𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙍 | 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙕

a/n: I'm currently awake at 4 am and unable to sleep ive been having some thoughts that I needed to release, and writing this is helping me feel better. this is my first time writing something explicit, so I apologize if it's not the best. please forgive any grammar mistakes. i hope you enjoy reading it. <3

summary: you are searching for a personal trainer and come across an online ad. after calling the trainer, he arranges a session at his home gym. things start to take a spicy turn between the two of you.

warning: smut! 18+ oral (m receiving), spanking, getting manhandled, fingering, pet names like “doll, babygirl” squirting, praising, degrading, rough!!

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when you move to california to pursue your dream of becoming a model or influencer, you leave behind your family, job, and friends. unfortunately, the move also means leaving behind your favorite place: the gym.

many label me a gym rat, but I simply embrace my love for the discipline it brings and the amazing confidence it gives me in everything I wear.

in the evening, while browsing through tiktok , i suddenly felt a wave of boredom. i let out a sigh, turned off my phone, and began searching for an engaging activity. normally, in situations like this, i would change into my favorite workout attire and head to the gym. however, as i am not at home, i need to find a gym or a personal trainer of my own in this new location.

i opened my macbook and started searching for personal trainers in my new area. I came across a profile of a man who seems to have a lot of experience in the gym and is conveniently located nearby. i must admit, he looks delicious. i decided to message him to arrange a meeting and inquire about his session rates. he responded promptly with his pricing and availability, and it turns out he's available tomorrow morning. as we exchanged goodbyes over text, my mind couldn't help but focus on meeting him in person. if I'm already feeling this way based on some online pictures, i can only imagine how I'll feel when we meet face to face.

i wake up suddenly to the sound of my alarm. as i pick up my phone, i see that it's 5:30. the familiar feeling of nervousness churns in my stomach as i realize that I'm in a new city, about to meet someone new. i made sure to wake up extra early just to ensure that i look my best.

after my shower, i breeze through my skincare routine and add a touch of mascara and some lip balm. I'm just heading to the gym, so nothing too over-the-top, i tell myself. i apply a light moisturizing lotion and a spritz of my favorite perfume. i slip into my matching black bra and thong, then into my sleek all-black workout set with cute black leggings and a fitted black tee. i slide on my nike socks and lace up my new balance 574’s. i brush my hair and secure it with a stylish claw clip, still debating whether to leave it down or tie it up. I'll make up my mind in the uber.

i send him a text to inform him that I'm on my way to the location he had sent me. he reads the message but doesn't reply. oh well, I'm on my way already.

as we pull into his driveway, i can't help but notice how stunning his house is. i wonder what he does for work; being in california, he must be wealthy or famous. i tip my uber driver in cash, thanking him for the ride, and he wishes me luck. I'm definitely going to need it.

i grab my phone out but before i can send him a text i hear a whistle which caught my attention i looked up seeing him standing next to his front door i can’t help but check him out and oh my goodness he’s more attractive in person i can just rip his clothes off right here and there but i have to remain calm im not here for that.

he is wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, with a gold chain around his neck. his hair is lightly stuck to his forehead, indicating that he had a workout before I arrived.

“hey there” he smiles and waves signaling me to come in with his hand

i smile back and step into his house him standing behind me the whole time closing the door and walking towards me

"I'm nicholas, I'm your trainer. It's nice to meet you." oh my, his smile. his smile. his smile. I'm going to fold, i know I am, but I have to keep my calm. i don't even know him. i don't know if he's single or even married.

“hi, i’m y/n” i take his hand shaking it lightly

"come on, don't be shy," he takes us to his gym and confidently sits down on a bench, gesturing for me to sit next to him with a wave of his hand.

so demanding already.

“so tell me a little bit about yourself, i know you told me you just moved here but what’s the reason for the move and why are you looking for a trainer?” he asked curiously.

“well, i moved here to cali so it’ll be easier for me to achieve some of my goals, i have some experience in the gym but i really feel like ill learn a lot more with a trainer if that makes any sense” you smile shyly causing nicholas to chuckle a little.

“no need to be shy sweetie im here to help you you already look great im sure you’ll do a great job” i cross my legs just at the sound of his voice saying those loving praises, oh i need him so bad.

he notices but tries not to make it so obvious he grabs his water bottle taking a sip and putting down standing up tapping the side of my thigh gently “come on let’s get started”.

we begin with some easy stretches to warm up before the actual run. i couldn't help but notice that he mostly stood there, watching, instead of actively instructing and guiding me, which did bother me a bit.

“do an extended puppy pose for me” i look up at him and he just winks OH. he knows what he’s doing so i decide to play along as well.

as i get on all fours getting ready to get in the pose arching my back a little i can see nicholas from the side of my eye starting so hard i can’t help but silently giggle to myself.

“am i doing this good enough nicholas?? how’s my arch looking” he chuckles at my words a little.

“oh you’re doing so good y/n, you look amazing but i think you need a little help here” he comes down next to me getting on his knees right behind my ass and pushing my arch down so my stomach is hitting the floor beneath me.

“just like that?” I question.

“just like that, good girl” those words sent shivers down my spine i let out a soft sigh.

“what’s the matter sweetie?” he questioned.

i shake my head not responding to him “can we just do the next exercise?” i get on my knees so i can stand up but he comes in front of me putting one hand on my shoulder keeping me on my knees.

“let’s do some leg spreads i’ll help and guide you”.

i lay on the mat on my back and nicholas gets down on his knees again grabbing one of my legs bending it back a little.

“let’s start of slow sweetie i don’t want to hurt you”.

after doing a couple of reps nicholas stops and can’t help but notice something.

he chuckled “someone’s excited?”.

“what?” i ask not getting exactly what he’s talking about.

he spreads my leg a little further back.

“you’re so wet you’ve leaked through your panties it’s all on those leggings of yours”.

“i-im so sorry i-“ he cut me off.

“don’t worry about it doll, im having way more fun than you could possibly imagine” he bends down to kiss me and i went full in, tongue and everything.

after a few minutes of us making out he rips open my leggings with his bare hands which caused me to throw my head back and lightly groan, his eyes burning into my skull the whole time. never once taking those beautiful brown eyes off of me.

he pulls my panties to the side.

grabbing my mouth harshly “open and spit”.

i did as told, he sticks them in my mouth reaching the back of my throat causing to me gag.

he laughed and smiled “think you take all of my dick in there huh babygirl?”.

he pulled my panties to the side and started playing with me lightly flicking the clit and switching between fingering me and playing with my clit.

the groans escaping his mouth seemed a little animalistic like he hasn’t touched a woman in a very long time he’s eager and i can tell he wants to fuck me into the ground literally. 

“mmm you’re so fucking wet, you’ve been excited since you got here hm? or was it those photos i sent you last night that has you like this for me? horny and ready to get fucked by her trainer? it’s only day one babygirl and here you are legs spread open pussy juice dripping all over my fucking fingers, what am i going to do with you”.

i moan loudly his words. his actions. the sounds. everything just feels and sounds so fucking good i didn’t want him to stop.

“oh im gonna come” i felt the urge to release the feeling you get in your stomach when you know your going to cum and go crazy “please dont stop nicholas”.

“such a fucking good girl” he kept pumping his big thick fingers in and out of me which caused me to release all over his gym floor.

“oh shit baby, look at you fuck” he says rubbing my clit on a fast pace, i grabbed his hand trying to get him to stop since it feels way to good to handle.

“please” he grabs my face and kisses me harshly shoving his tongue all down my throat saliva dripping down in between the both of us.

“come on take this off” he removes my shirt and bra taking off what’s rest of the leggings throwing it somewhere in the gym.

he takes his shirt and sweats off leaving him completely exposed no boxers or anything on, he knew what he wanted to do.

“come on baby get on your knees let’s see if you can fit this dick all in that pretty mouth of yours, gagging on two fingers. that’s pathetic sweetheart you got to do better than that”.

i get on my knees and take his member into my hand lightly kissing and licking his desperate throbbing dick leaking pre cum everywhere, i quickly take my tongue and clean up the mess he made.

“now this is a great mouth exercise for you pretty you’ll love it” he laughs and i roll my eyes member still in my mouth looking up at him not breaking eye contact.

“oh come on” he pushes my head down taking his whole dick into my mouth repeatedly touching the back of my throat i tap and grab on his thighs signaling i needed to breath and catch my breath, he threw his head back in pleasure looking back down grabbing my hair and pulling me off of his dick.

“told you you couldn’t take it”

“mmm stop let me do it” i pout he reaches his hand and cups my cheek and caressing my hair rubbing circles on the top of my head.

i grab his dick taking him all in and taking him out grabbing it and lightly jerking him off, as i continue to jerk him off i suck off what’s left that i couldn’t fit in my mouth.

“mm fuck”

“just like that baby”

“such a good fucking girl for me”

i take him in once again feeling him twitch making sure he’s hitting the back of my throat so i can swallow all of his sweet juices.

he grabs my hair making it into a makeshift ponytail fucking my face at the perfect pace for him, he looks so good he can just take control and do what he wants at this point.

i feel him twitch again which means he’s super close this time he didn’t let me go he made sure he stayed in the back of my throat resting his cock in my mouth while he released all inside of my mouth.

“swallow that shit baby be a good fucking girl for me”

oh boy, this is just the first session i wonder what’s going to happen next time.

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[stacksandkicks]

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[luvjunie]

heyyy, idk if your request or open atm but could you write about miles (e-42) sneaking into the readers house at night, to hangout 🤗 nothing nasty LMFAOOO but like a cute lil moment

— 2:00 AM

pairing: e-42!miles x fem!reader

contains: fluff, miles being a big baby because yes

summary: miles has a hard time falling asleep when you’re not next to him. wc: 1,205

a/n: i loveee soft 42!miles omfg 😭 also i realized i changed up the plot a little after i’d already written it and came back to find the request, so i hope you still like it <3

Tossing and turning instead of getting a full night’s rest seemed to be the norm for Miles as of late.

He laid on his back with an irked sigh, hands scrubbing down his face as he lightly groaned into them. There was no need for him to check the time, he already had a pretty accurate guess seeing as he’d been checking his phone every twenty minutes when his eyes would spring back open after another failed attempt to fall asleep.

He missed you. That he couldn’t deny. He’d made the mistake of falling asleep with you one night, and he’s found himself suffering through the same old routine ever since. He’d never slept as peacefully as he did than when he was next to you, and his mind craved your presence more than it craved sleep apparently. The both of you could’ve slept on concrete and he still would‘ve sworn it was more comfortable than his own bed.

It was a stupid idea, and had he not been desperate for a solution he would’ve realized that. But there was no one to talk him out of it as he got up from his bed and fished around in his dimly lit room for his jacket and a pair of nike slides, so it looked like he’d be going through with it anyway.

He scribbled a quick note for his mom onto a post-it note, stuck it to the fridge for her to find after her shift and left their apartment without another thought, making sure to lock the door behind him.

Night walks through Brooklyn didn’t scare him, in fact they calmed him. Everything was quieter at this time, slower— and he knew these streets like the back of his hand. And even if he didn’t, he was pretty good with the switchblade he kept in his pocket at all times. Your place was only a few blocks away, and even through the slight haze casted over him from his lack of rest, he was still vigilant as ever.

He climbed the fire escape just three stories up until he got to your window, using both his hands to hoist him over the steel railing, his feet landing on the old metal as quiet as he could make them.

He hoped that you still kept it unlocked for him, that your offer stood firm when you told him he was welcome anytime. He whispered a plea before he curled his fingers under the edge, sighing in relief when the window lifted open, though the unpleasant squealing due to the age of the pane made him wince.

The last thing he wanted to do was wake you, so he only lifted it halfway, ducking down and stepping into your room and out of the cold. He glanced over to see your cheek still smushed against your pillow, your legs probably tucked into the fetal position with the way your blankets were swaddled around you.

He managed to close the window without making a sound, but on his way over to your bed he accidentally bumped into your dresser, causing a bottle of perfume to clatter into the other objects you had up there.

“Fuck—“ he hissed quietly, twin braids following the act of his head whipping in your direction when you stirred.

You weren’t the lightest sleeper, but the noise had been enough to startle you awake. Lifting your head from the pillow, you sat up quickly, eyes adjusting to make out who the hunched figure was. The two of you had said goodnight just a few hours ago, and now here he was, in your room.

”Miles?” There was a slight rasp to your voice.

“Hey, ma…” he responded, hands nervously hovering over the mess he’d unintentionally created. He fixed it to the best of his ability, but it definitely wasn’t the way you had it before.

You reached over and turned your clock towards you, the bright white numbers making you screw an eye shut.

“Miles, baby, it’s two am in the morning,” you grumbled sleepily, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands and yawning. “What are you doing here? Did something happen?”

Blinking the sleep from your sight, you took in his slightly slouched disposition. He looked exhausted, annoyance from his sleepless night evident in the way he sighed.

”Nah, nah,” he shifted from foot to foot, hand hesitantly raising to scratch his head. His idea seemed sensible at first. He was willing to do anything to get some shut eye, and to see you again, but now he just felt silly for waking you up for no good reason.

“Nothing happened, but I—I couldn’t sleep for shit. So I just thought—“ he rubbed his brow and gave a halfhearted shrug. “I don’t know, it’s stupid. I wasn’t thinkin’ straight and I just wanna be laid up with you. I really didn’t mean to wake you up and I can leave if—“

“It’s okay! It’s okay,” you cut his rambling short and opened up your blankets, scooting over to make room for him. “Come on.” Even in your drowsy state you could tell he was getting flustered trying to explain himself.

“Oh thank God,” he said beneath a breath as he shuffled his jacket and shoes off, eagerly slipping into your bed beside you.

You shifted back onto your side like you were before and pulled the blankets over the both of you, his arm instantly slinking around your waist to pull your body into his, your back against his chest.

“I love you so much.” he sighed tiredly.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in through his nose just as your hand came up behind you to caress the top of his head. His behavior made it seem as if he hadn’t seen you in weeks; like he was trying to refresh his mind of every aspect of you.

“I love you too… Miles, are you sure you’re alright?” you asked, not yet all the way convinced.

“Mhm. Just needed to be with you.” he hummed, his words muffled as he pulled you closer.

“What about your mom? I don’t want her to be worried.”

He grunted at that, his response slurred and barely audible. “She know where I’m at.”

His fingers slipped under the waistband of your cotton sleep-shorts, hand traveling to the round of your lower stomach and resting over it. Why guys were so obsessed with the extra weight girls held there was still an anomaly to you. You couldn’t wrap your mind around it, but he always threw a fit if you didn’t let him hold you like that so you allowed it.

“Goodnight, Miles.” You murmured into the stillness of your room.

Your eyes opened after receiving no response from him, and you were barely able to turn your head to look over your shoulder since his own was occupying the space there.

“Miles?” you questioned gently.

Your answer came in the form of faint snores and slowed breathing from the boy who was knocked out behind you, a smile inching onto your lips at how quickly he dozed off. You let your eyes flutter to a close, ready to fall asleep again, but this time in the arms of your favorite person.

[cindol]

Hm.. masc!mikasa and her pink gf.

Mikasa Ackerman x black fem reader

tagging: @liuhko @hoesluvshanti

tw: modern au, written in the hc format, fluff, small suggestive-ness, y/n is a lil dumb,

a/n: I’ve had this in my drafts since May yall …. 😭 I just re-wrote it up a bit . srry if it’s a bit short !!

masc!mikasa who’s a total babe magnet to pink fem girls a lot. Her roster and ex’s are mostly just feminine pinky pink girls so it’s a surprise to nobody when she shows her new girlfriend y/n off to her friend group.

masc!mikasa was the yin to her pink hello kitty girlfriend’s yang, they were polar opposites but definitely worked. Y/n could handle mikasa’s calm and collected attitude always speaking for her sometimes at restaurants while mikasa could handle y/n’s excited extrovert personality, knowing just the right way to calm her down and listen to her.

Mikasa loved whenever y/n would coming running to show her new hello kitty charmed nails while mikasa sat on their couch with her legs spread. She gave a warm smile just touching the one hand looking at the new nails and kissing her hand saying a simple,”love them baby.” Her small compliments had a way of just making y/n melt, no matter how small.

Another way she could calm y/n down also is just listening to her and her rants. When y/n was pent up and just angry she’d listen and give her small opinions on it.

masc!mikasa matched y/n’s style perfectly also, she was the masc to y/n’s fem style. While mikasa wore nike socks and slides, tank tops with shorts and her hair tied up occasionally y/n always was wearing some pink mini skirt, a pink cami top or anything hello kitty inspired to match.

masc!mikasa loved to feed into her girlfriends pda especially with the funny cute TikTok’s she’d do with her. Letting y/n give her pink lipstick kisses all on her face and neck while she had her legs spread then the camera turning to y/n with a lipstick tube in her hand applying more lipstick.

masc!mikasa never makes y/n feel that she’s too clingy, even when she comes to mikasa asking. Mikasa just scoffs at what she says.”bullshit, don’t know what idiot made you feel like that but you’re never clingy. You’re just a lover girl baby.” That warms y/n’s heart.

masc!mikasa gets protective when she has y/n around certain men. She knows how some men can be perverted weirdos, especially when it came to sapphic women. She always made sure to watch them when they tried taking a peak under her skirt.

masc!mikasa likes teaching her girl self defense. Mikasa was proud in her ability to protect y/n but what would happen if she was never around? She feared for when y/n got in the hospital somehow or mugged so she was teaching her self defense.

“Cmon baby be serious, what if I was some burglar trying to mug you?” It just made y/n giggle at her girlfriend with a cheap mask on trying to steal the small purse she was holding.”if you were some burglar trying to mug me in a alleyway I’d just kiss ya to let me go baby!” She joked making mikasa just give into her antics and tackle her.

if y/n and masc!mikasa had an argument it wouldn’t last long. Y/n’s a huge crybaby, if mikasa even had a slightly mad tone she would get sad. Mikasa may not show it but she was exactly the same, as soon as y/n seemed hurt by her actions she was immediately trying to cheer her up or show how sorry she is.

masc!mikasa is the one who made y/n realize how toxic her family is in the first place and actually drop them. When y/n vented to her about her mother’s homophobia mikasa just had a sympathetic look.��you don’t deserve that baby, nobody deserves that.” She rubbed a hand on her arm to comfort her more.”if anything, my family will always be here when yours can’t. Levi always considers you family anyways”

[likehoneyandsilk]

Hold Me Close, Hold Me Tight

Hello there loves! Wanted to share one more little piece given it has been a while. Thank you again for the ongoing support and love to each and everyone of you. Lots of love and positive energy to you all! 💖

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Jora sleeps soundly in your arms. His left cheek pressed against your breast. Those soft pink lips curled into the most petite smile. His belly full of milk. You watch him in his slumber, your little bubba perhaps dreaming of all elated pleasures in life. Tucked in his orange sleepsuit, cocooned within his cashmere blankie. A smile remains on your lips, heavy eyes in awe of this tiny human being that's kept you and your husband somewhat coherent during these last few withering weeks.

He sleeps in oblivion, in the sanctuary of his cordial nursery adorned with cartoon animals. Glowing stars across the ceiling his father placed precisely. The yellow hue of a tall lamp in the corner paints your golden boy gold. Breaking your gaze from Jora, your eyes traverse to the large window capturing Cincinnati beyond the suburbs you reside in. From this angle, you can see the twinkling orange lights of Paycor Stadium. The place was filled with exhilarating energy earlier today and quickly depleted as the Bengals fell to another loss.

The cinder block of disquiet settles on your chest, familiar to the one while you watched your husband frantically run a massage gun along his right calf. You recall the tears brimming your eyes as you recognized the sentiments pass across his face.

Frustration. Vexation. Annoyance. And defeat. Every failed throw. Each hit. Every missed opportunity. All of it raged inside his head. Too far to console his mind. Too far to hush the noises in his head. Far too many hours before he'd finally be home. You felt helpless sitting in front of the television, gripping Jora's teddy with all your power.

Your breath hitches, toes curling against the plush carpet as an icy feeling ripples through your veins. Darkness devours your vision as you shut your eyes. As if feeling his mother's abrupt change in aura, Jora moves within your arms. Your eyes fall open, the hasty motherly instinct forcing you to push aside your trepidations to tend to your sweet baby boy. He settles immediately at your velvety voice, tranquil and faint, but enough to calm his mind and lull him back to sleep. And before you know it, as the darkness outside wraps around the house, warmth from the carpet creeps into your toes, you rest your head back just for a mere second as drowsiness swallows you.

While you fade away, all you can think about is Joe.

It is just past 8:00 p.m. when the front door shuts gently. From the entryway, Joe can see the trail of yellow light peering from Jora's nursery from the story above. He drops his bag on the floor and clumsily removes his shoes before placing his keys in the nearby dish. With defying ease, he maneuvers the spaces within the main floor. He checks all the locks and windows, shutting stray lights off as he moves. Upon finishing, Joe lingers in front of the medicine cabinet for a painkiller. His body, battered and bruised, aches. He wishes for nothing more but your embrace and Jora's soft skin pressed to his cheek. Suddenly, amidst the failure and vexed calf, Joe realizes he's missed Jora's bedtime again.

His large hands run through his shorter hair, pulling at the ends as he sighs. He feels like he's sinking. Estranged because of his limited time with his four-month-old. A messy beginning of a season. And the unwavering desire to support his wife as you navigate through motherhood. Rolling his head a few times and stretching out his arms, he slides the black Nike hoodie from the nearby couch over his head. His phone buzzes and he curses under his breath, setting a mental reminder to shut it off after this. A link to his post game conference stands out amongst the blue bubble. With one tap, Joe's ears fill with the sound of his own voice and his eyes witness the tired state he fought past to get out of Paycor as soon as possible.

Impatiently dismissing the rest of the visual of what he did hours ago, Joe throws his phone onto the loveseat nearby, making his way up to stairs towards the nursery. Soft and steady, halting after every few steps to give himself a break while holding back a frustrated groan. It feels like Mount Everest when he's made it to the top. As he rests his head against the wall outside Jora's partly open door, he takes a deep breath, counting to ten in hopes of alleviating his mind. It doesn't do much, but his heart settles at the sight before him.

Jora sleeps peacefully within his mother's embrace, the sling keeping him in place. He's quiet and safe, head tilted towards you, his tiny little hand grasping a strand of hair. And then there's you. Joe's serenity. His respite. His everything.

He's quiet as he approaches you. His long strides imperceptible. The sound of your breathing, steady rise and fall of your chest comforts his mind. Joe debates placing Jora in his crib and carrying you to bed, but his heart fights back as his eyes fall to Jora, innocently asking his father to hold him in his sleep.

Joe runs the back of his hand endearingly over your cheek. It's pink, sand warm against his touch. The lamp light trickles over your skin, draping over you in gold. Your hair has its evient shine, the curls loose. Goosebumps litter your skin against your forearms. Your eyebrows crease slightly, those big brown eyes opening as sleep flees your body. You shudder, the realization that you're merely in your white satin night slip, the fabric doing nothing to keep you warm. As your vision adjusts and you resolve back to your senses, your space fills with the familiar scent of eucalyptus shampoo.

"Hey, mama." His voice is soft, almost inaudible and you crane your neck, meeting those blue-grey eyes. His presence transmits a wave of warmth up your spine, calming some tension as he leans down, wrapping his fingers within your long dark strands and kissing you with such delicacy you feel yourself melting.

"Hi," you whisper, skimming the word past his lips that hold no desire to separate from you. Carefully, you hand Jora into his protective arms, advancing to stretch your rigid limbs.

"Hey buddy, dadda's home." You beam, your heart welling as Joe's stiff body unwinds ever so slightly, a small smile appearing on his lips, which you presume was last seen hours ago.

Joe holds Jora with such fragility as a relieved sigh vacates his body. His eyes soften at his sleeping son, mumbling apology after apology for missing his bedtime. Squeezing Joe's bicep in return as a measure of reassurance. You refrain from intervening more, knowing very well that Joe had called you post-game, frustration and gloom apparent in his voice as he lumbered towards his conference. He'd wanted nothing more than to come home to his family. Against his wishes, duty called, and you persuaded him with the utmost motivation, watching a few minutes later as he remained poised and courteous, despite the longing for home in his eyes. Jora leans into his father as Joe presses his lips to his forehead with tenderness. You brush your hand across Joe's arm as he tells Jora he loves him. And you leave them be, letting your husband relish in the tranquility of your baby.

Forty-five minutes later, you hear his footsteps proceed down the stairs. The diffuser in the corner of the living room carries a faint hum. It fills the air with lemon, juniper berry, and black spruce. A cotton blanket rests over your bare limbs, your upper body secluded within a silk robe, the ties hanging loose. Much to your dismay, you feel fatigue, rebelling sleep as you wait. Your fingers skim over the unread pages of the novel in your hand, and you tuck it away as Joe enters your peripheral vision. You rise, patting the space your head occupied, long hair falling over your shoulder now exposed as the robe slips off your smooth skin. His silhouette creates pictures on the wall against the dim lights encapsulating your bodies in a homely glow.

Joe drops to the couch with a muffled groan, his body immersing into the cushion as he closes his eyes. You carefully adjust yourself next to him, cautious not to worsen any more bruises that already hurt. You examine his face, distant and near all at once. His eyes closed, long lashes falling against his cheeks. His jaw clenches in torment.

In hopes to ease the frenzy running in his head, your fingers dance over his cheek, as if freeing the tensity. He takes a cavernous breath, opening his eyes as he wills himself to surrender to your touch, turning to face you, and suddenly everything is serene. All the discomfort. All his affliction, Every inch of frustration yields as he gazes at his muse.

The familiar look of profound worry etches in your equally tired eyes. Joe wishes to replace that look with the cheerful, vibrant glow he knows well. You purse your lips as you lean into him, muttering words of endearment he hardly registers.

"Talk to me nine, let me inside."

It appears more like a plea than a command, a reminder that Joe, regardless of his strengths and intelligence, needs a portal to pour his woes into. Somebody to hold him. Love him. Remind him of all the rationale when all else feels frantic. You pull the blanket onto his long legs, resting your head against his chest so gently you barely hear the thumping of his heart. His arm cascades around your waistline, fingers trifling with the lacey ends of your night slip. His lips press to the top of your head, inhaling your fragrance, lingers of Jora's scent, decompressing further against the couch because he knows it's just you and him now. With Jora sleeping above, the white noise from his room filtering in over the baby monitor.

He's safe and sound.

He's home.

You blink a few times, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. As he gathers his thoughts you pepper kisses on his neck, light and airy, letting your breath fan over his skin. And you wait, patiently wait, until he's ready.

Finally he speaks.

"The whole world feels like it's watching me screw up. Every decision feels rushed. I feel different, lost if anything, thoroughly confused". You gulp, drawing stars along his free hand that rests in his lap, giving him space to think and resume. It's a sign you're ready waiting for more, so he opens his mouth to speak again.

"All that money". He pauses, letting out an airy laugh that looms over your head mockingly. His fingers linger on your skin, pulling the flimsy lace above the tattoo on your hip. You nod, the tickling sensation of your hair underneath his chin bringing his head lower, lips grazing over your hair smelling like coconut.

"The contract feels like it's hanging over my head. And why shouldn't it?" His voice is stern, fury articulated at himself as he scoffs in aggravation. You feel his muscles tense against your body. "I should be playing like a fucking perfectionist. But instead…"

The sentence remains incomplete as a shaky breath leaves his lips. It's silent for the next little while. You process your thoughts, doodling imaginary stars on his palm that rests wide open. He seeks words to describe the reflections in his brain, tracing the lines of the tattoo on you hip he has engraved in his brain. The hum of the diffuser persists, the dim lights encompassing you within your safe space. You shift against him, an uneasy flush of regret washing over you as he groans at your impulsive movement.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Joe shakes his head vigorously, presenting you with a boyish smile. "S'alright, don't worry." He holds your face in his hands, rubbing your cheeks with the pads of his thumb before leaning in for a kiss. It is firm, not soft like before, and within the ripples that surge through your body, you know it bears all the emotions he cannot fathom words for. He hoists your legs from under you, grunting as he lays you flat on the couch before towering over you. Before you can oppose, call claim to the bruises and his calf, he parts his lips from yours, resting his forehead against yours in submission knowing very well the concern running through your head. You lock eyes for a split second, carefully searching for any sign of relief in his. Your hands intertwine briefly, until Joe falls next to you, the blanket long forgotten as it descends to the ground.

Your cheeks burn under his touch as he rests his palm against it. You draw in a quivering breath, bringing a delicate hand underneath his clothing, and connect with his skin. Trailing over every pane and defined muscle as if to obliterate all the reminders of today.

"Nothing makes much sense right now." You nod, fighting back tears as your husband pours his heart to you. "Nothing makes sense but you and Jora."

Your eyes close as his fingers dance in your hair. You digest and taste every word, every act of affection. You permit him control where he can.

"I need to think through what I need to do next. The cost of my body and sanity, I can't. . . " His words trail off into a whisper, as he envisions the inevitable decisions he must make as the sun ascends tomorrow. Sacrifice out of a selfish desire to prove his worth, or take one for himself, his team, and most significantly, his family. All while listening to his body.

Joe's hand feverishly draws you close, tugging at your robe. His large palms, calloused from today, find residence against your honey-like skin, beneath the fabric separating your bare body from his loving lips.

"You don't have to know now what you want to do. What you need to do". Your fingers dance idly in his hair, thumbs rubbing away the tension in his temples.

He listens intently to your words, eyes following every so often to your lips. "That said, Jora and I will never judge you for your job. You're an amazing father and husband. You do the most when you can only do so much."

And before you can speak any further, you find the words stuck in your throat as you hold back a hopeless cry. "And Joe, I wish you could see how much grace you give others. If only you could do the same for your own sake." You draw back your hand from him, wiping away the sole tear obscuring your vision.

Something seems to click in him then. In all of the years you've spent in similar positions, one anchoring the other back to the ground, it's always a few words laced with love, depth, and admiration that seem to bring all distress to tranquillity.

The remotest of space closes between you as your lips near, your lashes fluttering against his skin while his hands work their way down your body. The robe slips off your skin, the warmth replaced by all the heat Joe radiates. He hovers above while your arms wrap around his torso. You inhale his scent, feeling those silky strands tickle your neck as he dips toward you, holding you as if you'll perish away.

"Some losses, mistakes, and sloppy plays don't define your worth. It's how you come back from these moments like you have numerous times before." Hushed whispers from lips as your body shudders. Your eyes close in splendor, the warmth bubbling through you riveting at his proximity. His teeth graze over the delicacy of your neck, drawing an impatient sigh from within you, sending chills down his spine because for once today he feels in control.

"I believe in you nine". Your voice is like velvet, dripping with sweetness and sincerity. A well-fought whimper escapes from within you, as he gently presses his teeth against your skin. You feel the expected warmth ripple in your core, the eruption of a million butterflies fluttering uncontrollably inside you. Drawing back his head from your neck, he holds his gaze with yours, easing ever so gracefully into your touch as you guide his lips closer to you, letting his weight drop with caution against you. His clothes are warm and soft against any of your bare skin, seeping through the silk.

Joe mutters against your skin as he slowly works his lips and hands down your body, stopping at your sternum as you resist the urge to raise your hips off the couch. His body needs rest, much deserved rest. And you know he's relying on his left leg to make his rounds on you. Your knees bend impulsively as his large hands ride up your legs, travelling underneath the slip. You gulp as he nears you again, breath fanning over your face, the remnants of mint sending you in a haze. "Joe . . . " His name comes out flushed, a plea to ease himself and leave it be. "Thank you." Two words, simple yet effective. A notion that says you've gotten past the barrier in his head.

Unable to speak, you nod while cupping his cheek. He leans into your caress. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"I love you." You release a relieved sigh, all the pent-up uncertainty soothing out of you as Joe places one final kiss following his words on your jaw. His hips press into yours and for a brief second, as you release a lovely whimper, you think he'll take you all the way despite your worries. But you both know it ends here. You'll hold each other tonight. Heal one another with embrace.

"I love you nine." You whisper when you've found solace within his arms, the straps of your dress lowered as he presses one faint kiss to your shoulder. "I love you so much." He relishes in your affirmation, enveloping you against him. Shielding you from the fears he holds beyond. Protecting you, protecting Jora from all that may disturb the peace hanging over your heads right now.

And when your breathing settles, the pink tinge calms on your face, and your eyes fight more sleep, because you haven't debriefed the game or asked about his calf. Yet Joe finds the last little peace he needs to rest tonight. As sleep consumes you, his fingers drafting spirals over the skin on your back, with your hair hanging loose, Skin littered with the reminders of him, Joe smiles.

It's all clear now. It's always clear with you.

[nevernonline]

✧.* pancakes for dinner; svt smau

chapter 05; mic drop.

✧.* synopsis: y/n while in her third year at greenwood international university finally gets an opportunity to move off campus into a new complex, she has to deal with the realization that her childhood rival is her new next door neighbor.

 paring: seungcheol x fem! reader. 

feat: non-idol! svt, nct mark&jaehyun, other passing idols ykyk.

genre/s: reader is super oblivious, fluffy, sexual themes. 

content: swearing, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

updates: weekly

tag list - open

word count: 5.1k (written portion between texts!)

masterlist ▸ 04 house not so warming. ▸ 06. husband material.

Y/N walked out her front door, keys shaking in her hands as she set out to the small studio space next to Seungcheol. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was freaking out so badly. It was just an interview, after all. It’s not like he could embarrass her in front of Mark or Chaewon. This was his first show for the university, and he’d be a complete idiot to spill her secrets here. 

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her racing heart, but the nerves clawed at her insides. As she approached the elevator, her legs felt like they were melting like ice cream under the summer sun. She avoided eye contact with the door to his and Seungkwan's apartment, trying to mentally prepare herself for what was ahead. 

But of course, like clockwork, as soon as she stepped inside the elevator, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing down the hallway right towards her. Panic surged through her as she instinctively pressed the close door button like her life depended on it, but it didn’t work. The door slid open, and she was met with the sight of his Nike sneaker blocking her escape. 

“Hi, Y/N. On your way to the show?” Seuncheol asked, leaning against the elevator wall, a menacing yet playful smile plastered on his face. 

Y/N’s heart dropped. “Uh, yeah. Just, you know… heading in or, uh, out for that matter.” she stammered, trying to sound casual despite the knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She could feel the heat creeping up her cheeks as she stared straight ahead, avoiding his gaze. 

Seuncheol chuckled lightly. “Cool, cool. Are you ready? I mean, we’re just going to have a little fun, right? You seem nervous.” His tone was teasing, like he was trying to bring her down to his level, reminding her of all the times he’d made her feel small back in high school.

She plastered on a brave smile, determination flickering within her. “Yeah, just… don’t make it awkward, okay?” The words escaped her before she could think them through, and she instantly regretted the sharpness of her response.

He raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Awkward? Me?” he replied, acting innocent. “I promise to keep it professional. Honestly, I’m a little nervous too.”

Y/N could only roll her eyes internally. Could he really have forgotten all the things he did to her? Or was this some kind of twisted game he enjoyed playing? 

“Well that makes me feel better.,” she replied, her voice steadying as the elevator dinged and the doors began to slide open to the ground floor. “Let’s just try to make this painless.” 

As she stepped out and headed towards the studio, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was going to be a much longer day than she had anticipated. Would she be able to hold her ground against the past, or would it all come rushing back in the form of laughter and teasing questions? Only time would tell.

Y/N steps into the small recording studio, after Seungcheol and her make their way in pure silence, her heart racing as she sees the sight of Seungcheol getting seated behind the mic, his confident smile masking the tension in the room. It’s been years since high school, and though she thought she’d left those painful memories behind, here he is—her former bully—now the host of a popular college radio show. Beside him is his co-host, Mark, who seems oblivious to the underlying tension which oddly isn’t helping her feel at ease. Logically she knew the show was live, but in her head maybe they could edit out any weird tension that was swirling around.  

“Welcome everyone to ‘Strawberry Jams,’” Seuncheol begins, his tone light and playful. “Today we have a very special guest with us, someone who we’re excited to get to know. Y/N, right?”

Y/N forces a smile, caught off guard by his nonchalant demeanor. “Yeah, that’s me,” she replies, trying to keep her composure.

Mark chimes in, “So, Seungcheol, what do you think we should ask Y/N first? Her experience in college, first impressions of joining the radio crew, or breaking the ice with some embarrassing stories about her past?”

Seuncheol feigns thoughtfulness, glancing at her as if he’s genuinely curious. “Hmm, I don’t know... Maybe we should start with something really easy. Y/N, tell us what you’ve been up to since high school?”

Inside, Y/N can’t help but feel a mix of anger and confusion. Does Seungcheol really not remember the torment? Or is this all just part of his game? As she gathers her thoughts, Seuncheol leans forward with a teasing smile, clearly enjoying the moment, and Mark excitedly nods for her to share.

In this moment, Y/N feels a wave of nostalgia and unresolved feelings crashing over her. Will she choose to confront him, or will she play along for the sake of her own peace? The air is thick with unspoken words and long-buried emotions as the interview continues. 

“Well, uh, obviously just going to classes, staying mainly at home or out with my friends. Nothing that embarrassing to tell you guys, I'm afraid.” Y/n just smiled thinking she evaded the question naturally and easily. 

Seungcheol just sat back in his chair and crossed his legs, watching her intently. “Really? Nothing embarrassing? Like getting stood up at a dance or maybe some embarrassing moment in front of the whole student body like the one in the Lizzie Mcguire movie?” 

Y/N could feel the heat of his words washing over her, mixing with old wounds that had barely healed. It was infuriating how effortlessly he could reach into her history and extract the moments that still made her cringe. “Yeah, well, things like that happened, I did think I was brave enough to try out for the school play, but you know, sometimes bravery doesn’t pay off,” she replied, biting back whatever harsh retorts danced on the tip of her tongue.

Mark sensed the shift in the mood and tried to lighten the atmosphere with a laugh. “Come on, Y/N, it can’t be that bad. One embarrassing story is all we ask to kick off the show!”

Seungcheol jumped in, an almost playful challenge in his eyes. “Or maybe we can take turns sharing stories. I could tell you all about the time I slipped in front of the whole gym at the championships… But I think you might have to go first.” His smile was disarming, but Y/N could feel the ancient tension rising like a tide.

As she stared at him, somewhere between infuriated and amused, she realized she had a choice to make. Would she continue to deflect, letting him steer the narrative, or would she take the reins and confront the demons of her past in this unlikely place? The stakes felt somehow higher in this makeshift confessional; every question could unleash a deluge of feelings she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

With a deep breath, Y/N decided it was time to reclaim her narrative, one story at a time. “It wasn’t just a play, but a musical. My Fair Lady to be exact. And if anyone knows me well they’d know the only type of singer I am is a shower pop-star, I have no business doing a legit musical, but I tried anyway. I sang that song from High School Musical the one with Troy when he’s dancing on the golf course, uh- It’s-” 

Mark laughed, “Bet on it? No way you actually did that.” 

Y/n smiled, maybe Seungcheol can't ruin this for her. “No, Mark. I’m dead ass serious. I wore a green polo shirt and jeans and legit danced around the stage like it was nobody's business and not just like a 16 bar cut I did the entire song.” 

Seungcheol’s eyes widened, genuinely surprised, using his brain power trying to remember this story. “You committed to the whole thing? How did that go?”

“Let me tell you,” Y/N continued, embracing the moment, “I’d never felt so alive, even if I was pretty sure, no not even pretty sure, very sure, half the audience was laughing at me. I just kept thinking, ‘Dance like no one’s watching,’ shit like that. Even though I could hear my classmates snickering in the back. It was my time to shine, or so I thought. Sometimes I envy the amount of confidence I had when I was younger.”

Mark was doubled over with laughter, and even Seungcheol couldn't hide a grin. “Okay, that’s gold. I could totally see you putting all of yourself into it, though. The over-the-top performance style, right?”

“Exactly, yes. I like to think I was channeling my inner Troy, but honestly, I probably looked more like a lost puppy trying its best,” she admitted, her voice light with humor despite the embarrassment that lurked in the corners of her mind.

As she spoke, she could feel the weight of the past beginning to lift—allowing herself to laugh about her experiences rather than feel ashamed of them. “But hey, at least I captured a moment that I won’t forget, right? Even if the high note was a little… questionable.”

Seungcheol chuckled, shaking his head. “That is honestly impressive. I mean, who knew you had that in you?”

“Right?” Mark chimed in, grinning widely. “You’ve been hiding your talents from us! Next time, we need to see you perform live. Shower concerts don’t count!”

“No, no talent at all, just pure moxy.” Y/n just took a deep breath in settling her laughter. “I am a karaoke killer though, so watch your backs.” 

The conversation flowed easily now, and as they continued to tease each other, Y/N felt a delicious sense of freedom. She could tell her story without fear; reclaiming this piece of her past made room for new memories to be created. Maybe this show wouldn’t be such a disaster after all. As the interview progressed, she felt herself relaxing more into the laughter and warmth of friendship, leaving behind the shadows that Seungcheol’s presence had once cast over her.

The tension may have been rooted deep, but here, in this moment, Y/N realized that laughter had the power to blur those boundaries, reminding her that growth was about acknowledging her past while stepping boldly into the present. And maybe, just maybe, there was a way forward for both of them after all. Or so she thought. 

After the interview started settling down, they began diving into the actual theme of the show—sharing songs that had changed their perspectives and made them who they are. It was Seungcheol's turn to share, and Y/N felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Would he truly open up, or would his past vindictive nature rear its ugly head yet again? 

“Alright, guys. Thank you for tuning in once again,” Mark said, grinning as he prepared to transition the show into its next segment. “Our next song was chosen by none other than the new hot boy on campus, Seungcheol. So, man, what’d you go with this week?”

Seungcheol leaned forward in his chair, his expression shifting from playful to serious. “I chose a song that actually means a lot to me. As corny as it sounds—and maybe once you hear my choice, you'll think it's even more corny than I described—but my pick this week is ‘What a Feeling’ by One Direction.”

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She knew the song well, its infectious energy and uplifting message had always resonated with her. But hearing him say it out loud felt like an unexpected twist. “I know Y/N is still a big One Direction fan,” Seungcheol continued, his gaze fixed on her with sincerity. “So I felt like it was appropriate, both for me and her being here this week, so please enjoy.”

As the opening notes flooded the room, Y/N’s surprise melted into something more—curiosity. What had this song meant to Seungcheol? She could feel all eyes on him as he prepared to share his connections to it. 

“I’ll be honest,” Seungcheol began, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability, “I’ve gone through a lot of phases in my life where I felt lost. And this song—back when it came out—was like a lifeline. There was this one summer when I thought I was going to waste my life away doing nothing, but then I heard this song and it made me think about what could be. It was like a reminder that you shouldn’t give up on your dreams, no matter how silly they might seem.”

He paused, casting a glance at Y/N before continuing. “I know I’ve messed up in the past, honestly who hasn’t when they were young and dumb? But this song reminds me that it’s never too late to turn things around. It’s about finding joy in pursuing what makes you happy. And I guess I’m still learning to do that—especially now that I’m in a different place with people I care about.”

The words hung in the air, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel a flicker of something gentler in her heart. She had thought Seungcheol's charm was just a front, a mask to hide behind. But as she listened to him, she realized that maybe there was a genuine intent underneath his bravado.

The song played on, its lyrics weaving through the air like a shared experience, rich with memories and hopes. Mark nodded along, seemingly impressed by Seungcheol's revelation. “Wow, man, that’s really deep. I think a lot of us can relate to that feeling of searching for meaning.”

As the song reached its crescendo, Y/N found herself swept away in nostalgia, the music resonating with her own struggles and aspirations. She realized that they were all navigating their own paths, and that perhaps Seungcheol was trying to do the same—even if clumsily.

When the song came to an end, the room filled with a momentary silence, an unspoken acknowledgment of vulnerability shared. Then, Mark clapped his hands together, breaking the stillness. “Alright, I see you. That was a move for sure. I think you just elevated this whole show, man.” 

Y/N caught Seungcheol’s eye, and the playful, teasing smile from earlier had transformed into something softer—more genuine. For the first time since he walked into the studio, she felt a bridge forming between them, built on mutual understanding and perhaps even a flicker of forgiveness.

“Thanks, guys. I really appreciate letting me share that,” Seungcheol said, his tone sincere. “And Y/N, thanks for still being a fan of them. It actually reminded me of how much they’re music helped me navigate the uncertainty of my teenage life..” 

However, as the interview drew to a close, Y/N found herself grappling with a whirlwind of thoughts. She was surprised by how different she felt from when the show began to how it was ending. Yet, a shadow of uncertainty lingered in her mind. What if Seungcheol’s newfound vulnerability was just an act?

Was he simply picking songs and sharing stories to manipulate her feelings? Did he want her to feel a sense of connection, only to later flip that affection on its head, turning her trust into rubble like he had before? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she had to fight against the instinct to put up walls.

Or perhaps, she thought, maybe Seungcheol was genuinely trying to reach out. Maybe “What a Feeling” did mean something significant to him, and his reflections were sincere, revealing more depth to his character than she had ever seen. Maybe she had meant something more to him than just being a punching bag for his frustrations during their turbulent past.

She glanced over at him. Seungcheol was bantering with Mark, a comfortable smile spread across his face. It was a smile that looked so different from the smirk she had known; it didn't feel like the mask he often wore. Her heart wavered—could this be the real him?

Y/N couldn’t deny the chemistry they shared during the interview. Laughing together felt good—refreshing, even. But could she trust that he wouldn’t revert back to the person who had hurt her? The scars of their tumultuous history were still fresh, battling against the potential of a new beginning.

When they finally wrapped up, Mark thanked her and told her how good she was on radio, as Seungcheol lingered in the background packing up his bag, stealing glances their way, for some reason Y/n got a bolt of confidence and decided to do something big for her. 

“Do you guys want to come out for a drink? It’s just going to be Mingyu and I, but we could always  use some new company?” 

Mark raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, of course. That sounds like fun. Count me in. Cheol?”

Seungcheol paused, his expression shifting slightly as the words registered. “Uh, yeah, I—if you’re sure about it. I’d love to hang out,” he added, his voice carrying a hint of relief and perhaps eagerness.

Y/N felt her heart flutter. Could this be her moment to redefine their relationship, to push past the fears that weighed her down? This was an opportunity for a fresh start, and maybe an evening of laughter and drinks could be a step in that direction.

“Great!” Mark concluded. He quickly gathered his things, excitement brewing in his voice. “ I think we all deserve it.”

They made their way out of the studio, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows as they walked. The light felt warm on her skin, almost symbolic—like it was shining on a new chapter waiting to unfold. Mingyu was already waiting outside for her, leaning casually against the wall with a broad smile that transformed his face.

“Hey, you.. and friends.. You’re right on time.” he called out, waving them over.

As they settled into a small outdoor table, laughter filled the air, the atmosphere full of a mix of lighthearted banter and lingering questions. Y/N found herself seated across from Seungcheol, who seemed more relaxed now, his playful demeanor a stark contrast to the tension that had previously existed.

“What do you like to drink, Seungcheol?” Mingyu asked, breaking the ice.

“Uh, I’m a sucker for a good cocktail, actually,” Seungcheol replied sheepishly. “Something fruity, maybe?”

“Too easy.” Mark teased, and they all shared a laugh, the sound echoing into the evening air. As the drinks were ordered and the jokes flew freely, Y/N felt herself leaning into it, enjoying the simplicity of the moment.

But as she looked at Seungcheol across the table—his laughter genuine, his eyes bright—she couldn’t shake the nagging questions at the back of her mind. Could he truly change? Would he be someone she could trust moving forward? For now, though, she pushed those thoughts aside, choosing to focus on the warmth of the present, and the laughter that filled the air around them.

She had been eagerly awaiting Seungcheol’s return from the bathroom. The thought of standing there alone felt slightly awkward—like she was trying too hard to ease their past tensions, and she didn’t want to put any unnecessary pressure on the evening. She took a deep breath, savoring the cool night air and letting herself get lost in the thoughts swirling in her mind.

Suddenly, she heard his voice calling her name. “Y/N?!”

Seungcheol was running up behind her, and she instinctively didn’t turn around. Instead, she pretended to be intensely interested in something just across the street—a small café with glowing neon lights, a vintage record store, anything that would provide a distraction.

“Oh, shit. Sorry I left you back there,” he said, slightly breathless as he caught up to her.

Y/N finally turned around, forcing a smile to cover the flurry of emotions. “No worries, I’m not surprised,” she replied, her tone light but her heart raced slightly with uncertainty.

He looked a bit sheepish, his cheeks slightly flushed, whether from the drinks or their earlier stimulating conversations, she couldn't quite tell. “I didn’t want to keep you waiting. The line was longer than I expected,” he explained, glancing back toward the restroom, as if it held an explanation itself.

“It's fine. I was just... enjoying the view,” she said, motioning to the streetlights that bathed the sidewalk in a golden hue. She felt a little silly but wanted to keep the conversation flowing. As he stepped closer, she could see the warmth in his eyes, the genuine interest he had in her presence, as if he was absorbing every moment they shared.

“Yeah, I can see that,” he said with a chuckle, matching her gaze toward the lights. “You look like you’re lost in thought. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, all good. Just wishing my buzz from before hit a little better; the pain of having a high tolerance,” she replied, laughing lightly as she rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment.

Seungcheol’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Want to maybe grab a drink at the convenience store? We can walk around for a bit?”

Y/N’s heart skipped at the suggestion. It felt easy, casual—a perfect way to remain in this moment without the weight of their past hanging over them. “Sure, why not..” It was remarkable how a simple offering stirred a sense of excitement within her, a feeling that they'd often missed in their previous encounters.

As they strolled toward the convenience store, the lighthearted atmosphere wrapped around them like a comforting blanket. Seungcheol fell into step beside her, their shoulders brushing occasionally, igniting a delightful warmth that she had almost forgotten existed between them. 

“So, what’s your drink of choice?” he asked, a playful eyebrow raised.

“Oh, definitely something sour. I’m not much of a cocktail girl. But like a sour as hell lemon w/ vodka hits hard.” she stated, playfully making a face. “The last time I had too much, I ended up singing in the karaoke booth with Mingyu until the sun came up and losing my voice. Not my finest moment.”

Seungcheol laughed, the sound smooth and genuine, his smile pushing away the remnants of tension that once hung heavily in the air. “I can imagine. Based on your story of your singing voice too. But hey, those moments make the best stories, right?”

“True,” she replied, her heart soaring at the way he was able to navigate their conversation with ease, pulling her into lightheartedness. Soon enough, they arrived at the convenience store, the bright fluorescent lights illuminating the aisles filled with snacks and drinks.

They wandered into the beverage aisle, Y/N scanning the colorful selection to find her drink. “How about this?” she said, holding up a can of tropical-flavored beer, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Not bad! I’ll go with something fruity too,” he decided, picking up a canned cocktail mix that promised a burst of summer flavors. “Same, same, but different. Like us, I guess.”

They checked out, sharing a few jokes with the cashier that had Y/N giggling as he rang up their drinks. Once they walked back outside, the night air felt even sweeter, cooled by the gentle breeze that tousled her hair. 

“Where to now?” Seungcheol asked, cracking open his drink and taking a large sip, he sighed in satisfaction.

Y/N followed suit and took a sip of hers, initial bubbles dancing on her tongue. “How about we just drink in silence and find our way back home?”

“Great idea.” he nodded enthusiastically, and together they walked down the street, side by side, their laughter punctuating the peaceful night.

As she led the way, a mix of anxiety and nostalgia churned within her. The laughter they had shared echoed in her mind, yet the weight of unspoken truths lingered just beneath the surface. Every step she took felt like a countdown, a reminder that the longer she delayed confronting the past, the more complicated things might become.

Seungcheol walked closely behind, his presence comforting but oblivious to the inner turmoil she faced. His easy demeanor contrasted sharply with the heaviness in her heart. She could still hear his voice, full of laughter and warmth, as they teased one another and reminisced about old memories that felt both fresh and distant.

But deep down, she knew that their connection was built on more than just the joyful moments they shared that night. The shadows of their shared history loomed, and she felt the urge to turn around and spill everything—about who she was, the secrets she kept, and the reasons why they had drifted apart all those years ago.

As they approached their separate front doors, the soft glow of the overhead lights illuminated their surroundings, casting gentle shadows on the ground. She hesitated for a moment, caught in the whirlwind of her thoughts. Would it shatter the bond they had just begun to rebuild? Would he still look at her with that same warmth, or would the truth drive a wedge between them? 

She decided to just wave him goodnight and tucked back inside her fortress. Except as she tried to slip inside she took one last look in the hallway and found Seungcheol hesitating to open his door. 

“You okay?” She questioned, watching his head pick back up and send his dark brown eyes her way. 

“Can, I, Uh..” He hesitated for a moment, stepping into the middle of the hallway, his frame facing her now, making her feel small, “Would you want to do this again? Like get a drink with me sometime?” 

“Like, just the two of us?” Y/n just stared at him dumbfounded, still one foot placed inside her apartment.

“Yeah. Unless your datin-” 

“No. I mean no to dating someone, I’m, uh, single.” Her heart starts racing realizing that saying yes would mean more moments alone with him stuffing down her old hatred towards him. “A drink sounds good, yeah. Why not?” 

“Okay, cool. Just text me when you’re free? Or I’ll text you? I mean I guess I’ll see you and whatnot, but whatever works.” 

“Yeah, sounds good. Have a goodnight, Seungcheol.” 

“You too, Y/n. Sleep tight.” 

As she closed the door, Y/n leaned her back against it and let out a long, shaky breath. What had just happened? Seungcheol—her former rival, the guy who once drove her mad with all his cockiness—had just asked her out. But it wasn’t a date, was it? Just a drink. A simple gesture, but the implications had her stomach swirling with excitement and dread all at once.

Y/n paced around her living room, her mind racing. Memories of their past confrontations floated to the surface, but this time she tried to view them through a different lens. She could still remember the way they'd often argued over the most trivial things, their banter charged with an underlying tension neither had fully understood. And now here they were, standing on the brink of something new, something that could transform their antagonistic dynamic completely.

She plopped down on her couch, pulling her knees to her chest as she replayed their conversation in her mind. The warmth in Seungcheol’s voice, the way his eyes had lit up with a hint of hope—it was undeniable that beneath his sharp exterior, there was a gentler side to him. Maybe she’d spent too long judging him based on past encounters when there was a chance he was different now.

But was she ready to let go of the grudges? Could she afford to face the vulnerability that came with a newfound friendship? A drink, she reminded herself. Nothing too serious. But the thought of being near him again made butterflies erupt in her stomach. God, she wished Yuqi was here. But, she couldn’t tell her, not yet until she decided for herself to let go of her anger in fear of someone telling her they told her so. 

She flicked on the TV, hoping to distract herself, but every scene felt muted. Instead, her mind raced with scenarios of what their outing could be like: would they share laughter over awkward jokes? Could she really enjoy his company, even after everything that came before? 

The night stretched on, and despite all her attempts at distraction, Y/n found herself staring at her phone, debating when and how to text him. She wouldn’t allow herself to overthink it. Maybe she’d just keep the conversation light, something casual.

Resolute, she grabbed her phone and opened a new message to Seungcheol. “Hey. I had fun tonight. Let’s figure out when we can get that drink.” 

After hitting send, she settled back into her couch with a sense of anticipation. Whatever this was turning into, it felt like a chance to rewrite their story, one that could lead to something surprising, maybe even delightful. She closed her eyes, letting the possibilities wash over her before sleep finally took her.

note: hi omg I'm back into the swing of things, pls enjoy this chapter I wanted to work on them building their relationship instead of my girl y/n being a lil bitter girly all the time lol. do we think they'll actually not bring up they know each other or will it end poorly I mean idk??

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[jeon-ify]

1, 16, 19, 32 Yeosang!! *runs and hides*

woah. you are a mastermind. im gonna have fun with this one

1. “open up, baby”

16. “stop fucking crying”

19. “yeah? you get off on me talking down to you?”

32. “you belong to me, understand?”

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you belong to me- yeosang

this morning, you woke up to the sound of no one. each room in the house was empty, curiosity rising from your chest. you’d triple checked every room, your closets— nothing.

yeosang was no where to be found. you called and texted, but no answer.

an hour or so later after contemplating on whether to give up or not, you pick up your phone and text again, in hopes he responds this time.

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y/n: baby? where’d you go?

y/n: ur not picking up 🫤

y/n: at least leave me on seen

y/n: did i do something wrong?

y/n: ur scaring me sangie :/

y/n: was it because i braided hwas hair?

*seen just now*

y/n: bro.. theres no way

y/n: ur mad cus i-

y/n: nevermind

sangie 🧡: on my way home. u better not have any clothes on or i’ll rip them off. understand?

y/n: i understand

sangie 🧡: good girl

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you never thought that braiding seonghwa’s hair would be such a problem to your boyfriend, since you already asked and made sure it was okay with the both of them.

“hwa, stop moving or it’ll hurt—“

“then fucking hurry up its only three little pieces” he whined to you. you’re really not hurting him, but he just likes whining.

“i’m sorry!! i’m just trying to make them neater.”

yeosang sits across the room, watching the two of you whine and yell at each other. the smirk that plasters over seonghwa’s face is what makes yeosang’s stomach flip and twist in jealousy. yeosang was never ever the jealous type, but when he was, it was dangerous for the both of you.

he glares at you and you swear you saw smoke coming out of his ears. he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his black nike sweats, and your phone dings twice.

sangie 🧡: just wait.

sangie 🧡: are you enjoying yourself?

sangie 🧡: bet you wanna fuck him and pull on his hair dont you

sangie 🧡: bad girl.

he slides his phone back into his baggy pockets, taking a deep breath to calm himself from the scene happening before him.

he stands up, walking over to the bowl on the counter in the kitchen where his car keys were. he starts his car, puts on his slippers and leaves the house; slamming the door behind him.

“someones jealous.” seonghwa snares.

“shut up.” you smack the back of his head, as you knew he was being petty.

“ow, dumbass. didnt you ask him if you could braid my hair already? its for a music video. he’s so fucking petty.”

“yeah, but if you keep looking at him and fucking smiling of course he’s gonna get mad and think you wanna fuck me or some shit.” you argue. you knew seonghwa had heart eyes for you since the moment you met him through yeosang. you hung out for dinner, seonghwa tagging along since he was bored out of his mind.

yeosang made the mistake of trusting seonghwa around you.

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you hear the door unlock and keys jingling around the knob. you run upstairs to your room before the door could open, saving yourself the hassle of yeosang carrying you and tossing you across the room.

“baby, i know you’re home. where are you?” you hear his deep voice rumbling throughout the dark home, as you sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for yeosang to find you waiting for him.

you hear his footsteps coming closer to the room, his breathing picking up as your breath hitches in fear and excitement at the same time.

he shoves the door open, being met with you at the end of the bed, cheeks flushed red and your heavy breathing ringing in his ears. he drops his wallet, phone, and keys onto the dresser as he turns back around and grabs a fist full of your hair. he pulls your head back so you’re looking up at him. he towers over you with his hand tugging and squeezing at your brown locks.

“i shouldn’t even be looking at you. but you’re fuckin’ lucky im nice to you.” he groans. he comes closer to you, prying at your lips, pushing and pulling, almost placing a kiss onto your lips. you scoot your face closer to his as he pulls away. he swipes his tongue vertically across your lips, as you sigh in relief that he finally touched you.

“open up, baby. gonna fuck that little throat of yours. you know your safeword, but i doubt you’ll use it, fuckin’ whore.” he takes his painfully hard cock out of his sweats as your throat becomes dry. you lose all words and all thoughts. you open your mouth, sticking out your dry tongue far enough for yeosang to shove his entire length down your throat.

“there you go, baby. now imagine seonghwa fucking your throat like this— fuckk, so warm.”

he’s relentlessly fucking your throat while your spit and his precum pools at the base of his cock. you scratch and grip at his clothed thighs, his neck veins pulsing and his arm muscles tightening against themselves.

“gonna cum in your throat, y/n. swallow it all like the good little bitch you are.” he groans— you could cum just from his filthy words alone. he watches the way your bare thighs wriggle and press together whenever he says things like this.

he pulls you away by the back of your neck after spilling his load down your throat. you stick your tongue out, moaning an ‘ahh’ sound so he could see that you swallowed completely. “fuck, look at you. dirty slut. bet you like when i use you like this.”

he watches the pool of tears flood your eyes from how overly pleasured you are. he mocks you, watching the way you sob and whine for him to just touch you and fill you up the way you need.

“sangie, please just fucking touch me, ‘been so good-“ he cuts you off as his heavy hand lands a sharp slap on your right cheek.

“good? you giving seonghwa ‘fuck-me eyes is good? you playing with his hair and laughing ‘n shit with my fucking friends is good?” his eyebrows furrow as he yells at you.

he’s not angry, but he’s disgusted that his friends would do such a thing, trusting them around you and wanting to build that bond with all of you.

“im sorry, daddy. just wanted you to fuck me.” you argue and plead him to just fucking do something. his large hand wraps itself around your throat as your tears spill down your cheeks to his fingers. you’re not sad, you’re intrigued by his possessiveness, thus making you so overly pleasured and excited, you decide to cry— turning him on as he loves seeing you weak before him.

“stop fucking crying. i didn’t do anything to you and you’re already cockdrunk. do you deserve to cum tonight?” he slides your panties down in one go with one hand, spreading your legs and shoving his middle and ring fingers into your mouth.

“suck. get ‘em all nice and wet so i can touch you where you want.” you suck and spit around his fingers while he fiddles with your throat.

“fuck— i can’t take it anymore, just fuck me please, daddy. please please please!” you moan as he rams his fingers into your sopping cunt

“i asked you a question. what do you do when i ask you a question, darling?”

“a-answer.” you manage. you don’t know how but words finally managed to leave your mouth.

“exactly. so, do you deserve to cum?” he caresses your cheek, giving you a kiss on your forehead. he’s acting gentle and kind to you, but this is the calm before the storm.

“no, i don’t.”

“and why not?” he questions.

“b-because i was touching your friend.”

“you got it, baby. you finally know common sense. now when i fuck you, don’t try to run from me. you belong to me, understand?. not seonghwa, me. turn around, and let me fuck your tight cunt.” his voice gets gradually louder when he claims you, the veins in his neck becoming prominent.

you get on all fours before him, ass up as your face is buried in his silk navy blue pillow. the cold sensation making you feel way above the clouds as yeosang undresses and runs his slim and long fingers through your folds before sliding his thick cock inside of you.

“i understand, daddy. you feel so fucking good. s-so big!” you moan. you feel like such a pornstar right now, being open and exposed for the man before you.

“look at your legs already shaking, wish i could get this on video and send to seonghwa so he fucking knows— fuck— that you are mine.”

he groans and brings his hand to land a slap on your ass cheek, eliciting a deep moan from your throat. he moves his warm and muscular arm to put you in a headlock, white stars and black clouding your vision.

his muscles contract around your throat, cutting off your air supply as he feels you clenching around his length, gripping him like your life depended.

“daddy— fuck— call me a whore!” you moan and cry out as he pounds you ruthlessly and probably the fastest you’ve ever been fucked.

“yeah? you get off on me talking down to you? nasty whore.”

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want yeosang to put a baby in you, just so you could be full of him. truthfully, you both werent ready for a baby, but you just wanted to walk around with him inside of you forever, everywhere you went.

he groans and moans in your ear as you feel him twitching deep inside you. you cum around his length, his thrusts becoming quicker and harder, you feel him chasing his orgasm.

“gonna put a fuckin’ baby in you. so seonghwa knows who you belong to. walk around the house with my seed in you, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, y/n?”

“yes- fuck, please please please~” you moan again, arching your back up and down, as yeosang pulls you onto his hips, as you feel him reach a spot he has never reached before, making you squirt and stain his satin sheets.

“made a fuckin mess. look at you. let this be a warning for the next time you touch or look at any of my friends, hm baby?”

“o-okay,” you cry out.

he paints his load all over your pink gummy walls, groaning and stilling his thrusts as you both catch your breaths. he pulls out while you lay down, processing what the fuck just happened.

this was the best sex you’ve ever had.

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I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS OMFG IT WAS SO HARD TO WRITE CUS I DONT WRITE YEOSANG BUT THIS WAS SO FUN TOO

[12woso12]

Dorothy lands in North London - Part 6

Part 5

I know it's been quite the build up to meet all the players but trust me it's coming :) A short chapter ahead, sorry!

Once you had bid goodbye to Jonas, Jennifer wasted no time in dragging you pitch side. It was there that you experienced just how much went into announcing new signings as you met the rest of Jennifer and David's team and crew members. They took long videos of you walking pitch side and sitting among the thousands of seats in the stadium, you couldn't wait to hear them roar to life on match days.

'Here' Jennifer approach where you were seated with a box in hand. 'New pair of boots for the day, wanna give them a try?'

'Hell yes' you said excitedly ripping open the box to find a pair of pink Nike phantoms laying in wait. You grinned and held them up to the camera examining with glee the way your initials and number were engraved into the side. 'Fucking fantastic aren't they?'

'Language!' Jennifer exclaimed 'We'll have to mute that Y/n'

You glanced at her sheepishly before pulling the boots snuggly over your feet.

'Perfect fit.' You weren't ashamed to admit that you went through football boots like a Foxes through chicken. They never usually lasted longer than a few months before they were falling apart of the seams, maybe it was the rough tackles or the way you liked to knee slide but you weren't all that sure. It was a shame considering how much you loved your new pair.

As you got up from your seat and made your way back down to the grass an Irish voice abruptly stopped you in your tracks.

'There's me new protege'

You turn to see Katie McCabe sauntering out the tunnel. The Irish Captain was also decked out in an Arsenal kit and she dragged a ball bag behind her.

'Katie' She introduced herself, dumping the balls at your feet.

You decided instantly that you liked the girl. You'd be lying if you said you didn't admire her style of play, it was incredibly similar to your own right down to the risky tackles and red cards. From what you'd seen in videos online, you were also pretty sure she'd appreciate your humour.

'I know who you are' You began ' Katie Robinson, right?'

A look of shock crossed Katie's features for a moment before she cackled loudly. 'Got a mouth on ya, don't ya?'

You shrugged. 'That's what they all say'

Jennifer inserted herself into the conversation. 'Okay, now we can get started'

'Started?' You frowned

'On the video."

You shook your head. 'Then what've we been filming for the last half hour?'

Jennifer shared an amused glance with Katie. 'Just some little snippets and shorts for social media, some of it might make the cut for our main video but it's going to be something a little different and i think the fans will really love it' She beckoned you and Katie to follow her over to the nearest goal where the crew had began to set up large cameras.

'That's why i'm here kid, the fans love me' Katie joked to which you sniggered.

Ignoring the Irish defender, Jennifer continued. 'The whole concept is based around reputations, people hear Katie's name and they think passionate, fearsome, daring, dangerous and your name carries that weight too. So we're gonna play onto that, teams aren't just going to have to deal with one McCabe now, but two.'

You liked that idea. You thought it made you sound tough, like you were built to handle anything.

'We're gonna be bringing the danger kid, me and you'

You smirked 'I think your face alone is scary enough'

Katie shook her head. 'I'm going to have to keep an eye on you aren't I?'

'As long as it's not when i'm in the shower' You countered

Jennifer narrowed her eyes at you as Katie just laughed. 'Stop saying things like that Y/n'

You held your hands up in surrender, you were surprised at how easily you'd managed to fit in already. It was a calming feeling, it made you more at peace with your new life in England despite only arriving a day earlier.

'Kyra's taken a liking to ya' Katie said suddenly as Jennifer wondered away with David to deal with a lighting issue. 'Came through the door at 7 this morning covered in mud but grinning like a mad man'

'Yeah, Emily wasn't too pleased with me about that'

Katie shrugged. 'That's valid, at least Kyra left me a note...even if i couldn't exactly decipher her hand writing.'

'Well I'll know for next time.'

'Next time?' Katie rolled her eyes 'Fantastic'

You honestly couldn't wait to see Kyra again. 'It's good to know someone my own age over here, most of my friends are back in the States'

'Any boyfriend...or girlfriend?' Katie teased

'Not anymore' You answer cryptically but before Katie can respond Jennifer is rushing the two of you into position in front of the camera.

'ACTION'

[megumisgirl]

nerd!megumi x fem reader part two

since the storage room incident, you kept getting distracted in class. looking away, zoning out, picturing megumi's hand choking the living hell out of you as he pounded into you like he was tearing you in half, doddling. you were a mess.

but then again, who wouldn't be? this was megumi fucking fushiguro. who finger-fucked you in the storage room right after the both of you got in trouble for breaking in the mens dorm. huh.

you stood in front of the parking lot waiting for your friend - inumaki, to pick you up but as usual, he's late. always getting under people's skirt and at the end making you walk home in fourteen degree celcius. you sighed, taking your phone out, but before you could turn it on, in the midst of the darkness a face appeared behind you. yelped you turned to see megumi.

"oh, sweet luke!" you sighed, putting your hands over your chest. "megumi! you fucking scared me!" you said, practically panting. you stared at him, now in a much less unflatering lighting but he still looks so fucking good. his raven locks fell in front of his black rimmed glasses, his sleeves were rolled up and his veiny forearm were a sight for sore horny eyes. his tie was rather loose and laid low in his neck and his silver chain shined in your eyes from the light reflection. those beautiful black slacks with the absolute epitome of playboy black nikes didn't help either.

"what are you doing here so late? it's almost seven p.m." he said, checking his watch. you shrugged, looking behind you to the valet to see if inumaki pulled up but then again, no luck.

so instead you decided to pass time with megumi. and it was something you thought about often, passing time with megumi and having fun, playing and goofing around instead of being the toned-down self that you have to be in front of people.

"my friend, inumaki was going to pick me up," you sighed, "but i guess not. what about you?" you smiled politely, for a brief moment your eyes almost played the cruelest tricks on you and you saw his jaw tick from... jealousy? but you didn't say anything, just kept your calm and mentally told your body to shut up.

"driving you home." he said, dragging you by your arm. your eyes widened as you stumbled as he pulled you to his car. " you could've just asked me instead of standing in the cold, y/n." he mumbled, a small smile crept up on your lips as you walked with him. hands interwined.

he opened the door for you, helping you get inside, and you sat down, feeling his warm hand on yours as he closed the door.

"i'm glad you're here with me tonight, y/n." he whispered into your ear, making you squirm with delight. "the women's dorm is south of the outskirts, right?"

driving to the dorm you kept bouncing your thighs, nervous and... impatient. he told you he was going to do more next time, and now the two of you were alone, in a confined space, in the dark, and barely in contempt. you sighed, feeling your anxiety grow to why he's not doing anything. maybe you were just one of his side peices. can nerds even fucking have those? isn't he too hot to be a nerd? why does he have to be so fucking beauti--

all your thoughts and worries were shattered away when he gently placed his free hand on your thigh, stroking it with the most gentle touch ever. you turned to look at him, all flushed face, but he kept a straight face and looked ahead on the road.

you felt his hand guide up, so slowly and so painfully. his long fingers just touched you so slightly, yet it made you twitch in your seat. he started to circle your clothed cunt, making you whimper as you gripped onto his hand like it was the only life suppport in this car. he quickened his pace on your clit, sliding your lace panties to the side. your slick dripping down his hand and onto the leather seat as your legs twitched. He spread your legs apart, slightly glancing a look as he focused his eyes back on the road. Your baby hair damp from your sweat, your mouth slightly agape as you bit your lip to stiffle moans, the way your hands gripped his arm, riding his fingers. Blood circulated to the tip of his cock, he could come just by watching you.

"megumi.." you moaned, he added another digit, taking them off breifly before shoving them inside again. this time faster, rougher, harsher. making your hips float as you twitched, your come getting closer and closer as you whimpered and moaned and made all kinds of lewd noises. your mind going blank as you came all over his leather seat and fingers. your legs twitched, and shook for a breif moment before you calmed yourself down.

your pants filled the car as you dragged your head down, looking at your damp skirt and the wet seat. megumi pulled over at the empty parking lot, "megumi where-" unable to finish your sentence, as megumi's lips were crashed onto yours. he pulled you in front so you'd be on top of him, your legs on either side of his torso. "megumi!" you moaned, feeling him unzip his pants and pull his member out.

slowly you began to grind against his dick. you moaned loudly, your moans making his dick twitch, the movement poking his tip at your entrance, you moaned as your body twitched, you moaned again, louder this time. he took his hands and caressed your soft back. slowly the car was filled with the sounds of skin clapping and loud moans. megumi whimpered in your ear, dark deep grunts, straight from his chest as he bucked his hips upwards, pushing his eight inches in you as you trembled, shook and squirmed on his lap. unable to take so much, tears streamed from your eyes, mixing pleassure with pain as you threw your head back, coming all over him again. making his pants wet, as he came inside of you.

you panted against his chest, groaning as you sat back on your seat and used a tissue to clean yourself up.

"you look very pretty freshly fucked." he said, you glared at him with a death stare as he gave you a dark laugh. "we're doing this a lot, k?"

"oh, a lot. for sure."

oKAY! a little note; thank you so much for all the messages <33 they were so fun to read and i was gonna wait next week to post this but noooo i want to spoil ya'll so enjoy!! there will be a part three cuz i aint done with nerd gumi.

[freshthoughts2020]

[fullreggaetord]

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the jacket - brain wash

It's late at night when Antonio walks through the parking garage in the middle of town. He's walking towards his car after clubbing with a few friends. A little tipsy on his feet, he notices his phone ringing in his pocket. Antonio stops and checks his phone. Just a newsletter email. He frowns when he hears steps approaching him from behind.

Looking up, he notices a young guy walking right towards him. Somehow, he looks familiar, but he can't tell why.

At first, he thought he would just pass him, but no. The man stops about two steps in front of Antonio. "Can I, eh, help you?" He says it curiously, while the man just looks at him. Nervously, he opens his mouth to ask him again, but his eyes instinctively wander down the man's upper body. He's wearing a dark leather jacket, a white shirt, jeans, and black Nikes. Just like a normal guy. Something, however, seems different. His skin looks cold, and his eyes are shining faintly and vacant. "Can I.." Antonio asks again, but the man interrupts him. "I think so." The man says his voice is so smooth, deep, and alluring, drawing Antonio in right away. "Huh"? He says this as the man approaches him again. About two feet away, the man stops again, and at this point, a weird smell hovers all around him. A sharp wooden smell cuts through the air, right towards Antonio. "What is that smell?" He says this, taking a deep breath. "You like that?" The man says, his voice so deep again, sending shivers down Antonio's spine. "Yeah." He holds back a soft moan, closing his eyes to stay focused. The smell gets even more invasive, and he tries to shake it off. But when he opens his eyes again, the man stands right in front of him, staring into his eyes.

Flinching, he tries to pull away, but something inside those beautiful, shining eyes holds him in place. "It's the jacket, see?" The man looks down, and Antonio follows his gaze towards the black leather jacket. He watches the man touch the jacket at the zipper, running his fingers down the thin fabric to the end. Underneath, he spots the man's bulge growing inside his tight jeans.

A little weirded out, Antonio focuses on the fingers now running up that zipper all the way to the collar. "Want to touch it?" The man lifts his chin and gaze, and without looking at him, Antonio moves his hand and does the same as the man did before. Again and again. The fabric feels soft, like it is clinging to his skin. A warm feeling spreads through his fingers, his hand, and his arm. A weird but calming feeling.

Antonio opens his mouth, but no words come out; instead, he lets out a guttural growl. "You like that?" The man's voice cuts through his thoughts, and he lifts his head to meet his gaze. Unable to speak, he just nods. "Put it on." The man starts undressing, exposing his beefy arms and shoulders, causing Antonio to gasp breathlessly. That man is so pretty and so hot, and he wants him to wear that beautiful jacket? He feels himself growing harder by the second, the smell still hovering all around them both. "Take it," the man demands, and without hesitation, Antonio takes it.

Still looking into the man's gorgeous eyes, he waits for another command. The man takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and smiles softly.

"Put it on." At this point, Antonio remembers that guy. He talked to one of his friends at the party, trying to get them to leave with him, but they refused.

Then, their eyes met for the first time, and he instantly felt drawn to this beautiful man. But it wasn't long or close enough to have a real effect on him, but right now, right here, there is no denying how attracted he is to this stranger.

"Put it on." The man speaks slowly and opens his eyes. Theyre still vacant, yet so piercing, cutting through his mind and soul.

Antonio flinches at first, but then he puts that jacket on. One arm at a time, he slides into it. It feels like two sizes too large at first, but the wonderful smell makes up for it.

The man was right; the jacket is the source of the alluring scent. "Feels good?" The man tilts his head and leaves his mouth slightly hanging open.

"So good." Antonio lets out another quick moan when his arms start to feel weird. Some kind of heat is radiating from the leather, running up his arms to his shoulders. "What is this feeling?" He says this, swallowing a few of his words. "Feels good, doesn't it?" The man says it in a monotone voice before placing a hand on his chest. He touches him through the leather jacket, and in a second, the warmth spread even quicker, running along his spine all over his back. "What are you doing?" Antonio says that once the man claws into his chest, it doesn't hurt; instead, the fabric of the jacket starts moving, adjusting itself to Antonio's lighter form—a sensational feeling.

The leather gets tighter, closing in on his skin, making all of his muscles bulge harshly. The sleeves are now clinging to his arms, biceps, and shoulders, while the same happens to his chest. Antonio's body starts vibrating as the jacket starts to move even closer, putting pressure on his entire physique. "Fuuuuck." Antonio lets out a long, low moan, while the man now strokes his chest through the jacket.

"Feels good, yeah?" He says it again, in the same dull tone. It doesn't feel like he is really there, a mere shell of his former self. Unable to stay focused, he lowers his gaze, noticing the man's dick now twitching in his pants, a huge wet spot already staining them. At the same time, he gets harder too, with his cock standing at attention, pressing against the fabric of his white trousers. With that smell, that pressure, and the man's aura clouding his thoughts, Antonio tries to pull away one last time, but a firm grip on his neck keeps him standing there. The man must have noticed this, and while stroking him, he put his other hand at Antonio's neck. Right on time, something else starts to radiate from that jacket. The warmth is now making its way through Antonio's body, while sparks of pain and pleasure shoot through his arms and down his spine.

"Let me go, please." Antonio begs, looking at the man who is staring at him, his eyes unfocused yet still so pretty. "Don't fight it. It's much better now." He says, so smooth once more, a part of that former man's self. "Just let it take you." The man starts drooling as he softly thrusts once, twice, his throbbing dick staining his pants more and more.

At the sight of this man reaching his climax, he grabs himself firmly and leans his head back, groaning loudly. A sharp bolt of pain cuts through his spine right into his brain. A message, a command. "Give in. Don't fight me. I need you. Youre mine." Multiple thoughts rush through his brain. It's not the man's voice, but a harsher one, demanding that he follow its words. "Be mine. Give in. So easy. Just relax." 

Antonio shakes his head; he's not done yet. He tries to fight harder, but he doesn't even notice that his body isn't following him anymore. His hands are now moving freely, one hand jerking his dickens through his pants and the other stroking his own chest firmly, making it way harder to focus. "Give in to it. Give it what it wants." The man moans deeply, leaning in, his mouth just inches apart from Antonios. At the same time, he also grabs Antonio's twitching cock, and together they move rhythmically. "Be mine. Give in. Now." The man breathes into his mouth, rubbing Antonio's bulge with the palm of his hand.

Then, the jacket grows even tighter around his chest, making it even harder to breathe properly, and for a while, it feels like he's going to suffocate. "So easy." The man breathes again, right into his mouth. Until all of it stops, His body gets stiffer and more rigid than ever before, and it starts twitching. Antonio thrusts into their hands again and again as his cock shoots massive loads over and over again.

"Thats good." The man's deep voice causes Antonio to moan and groan loudly, his screams echoing through the parking garage. For what feels like eternity, his body moves again and again, and even though hes already running dry, his dick still erupts.

"Feels good?" The man runs a hand down his chest and back to his thick dick. A huge wet spot spread across his crotch. Both of their pants are sticky and sweaty, filled with their precious cum.

Antonio then regains his composure and looks at the man. Their eyes are now the same, their minds gone, under that jacket's control.

"It feels good, yes." He says, leaning in, placing a single kiss on the man's lips. They make out for a minute, touching their bodies, their dicks still bulging against their pants.

"Let's go home," Antonio says, his beautiful voice now duller yet more alluring. "Yes Master." The other man says so obediently, and they walk towards Antonio's car.

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would do riri with a R who love to sleep whenever they can❤️

She's so beautiful when she's sleeping

Riri Williams x black! FEM reader

Summary: you fall asleep on face time and Riri comes and visits your apartment with breakfast from waffle house.

"Babe? Babe? Baby? Love? Mamas? damn...she really fell asleep on me again she's always sleeping." Riri smiles to herself until she remembers "fuck she didn't eat" she gets up and pulls on the first clothing items she sees sprawled about her room which are some Nike sweats, a black jacket, and some slides. She makes sure to grab her wallet, keys and a water bottle the side of the campus Riri was on they're not as strict about the curfew so she could always really easily slip in and out. "Hey Mr Thompson so imma be real with you my girlfriend hasn't eaten anything today I'm going to buy her something however you could just let me go or we could race to my car and see who wins." Mr. Thompson shakes his head "go just be back tonight if you're not don't let me see you sneak back in" she nods and gives him a thumbs up she checks her phone and smiles at your little ugly sleeping face.

Riri loves you at what you'd consider your worst but she thinks seeing you like this is the most beautiful version of yourself. She mutes herself as she gets in the car and starts it up immediately driving to your favorite waffle house the one that knows you personally. When she walks in she gets something she knows you'll eat and her go to which is a Texas bacon cheese steak melt with a sunny side egg and grits. "Riri it's twelve at night how's my girl doing?" Riri glances at her phone then your uncle "she's still a bit of an idiot uhm she went to sleep without eating again so I'm doing my girlfriend duties." He nods and smiles "so when you gone marry her?" Riri laughs and stuffs her hands in her pockets "when we're done with school maybe..." He smiles and slides a little envelope across the table.

"She'd want it to be this ring" she reaches to open it but he taps her hand "don't not until you both are ready" he glances back at the other workers and grabs your food giving it to her she grabs the envelope and stuffs it in her pocket while handing him the money "thanks unc" he nods as she leaves. Riri and your uncle have been very close since they met. You weren't exactly sure why, but you never questioned it. You honestly thought it was kind of cute. Since the rest of your family wasn't too fond of her or your relationship at all, well that excludes your mother, she was a true sweetheart. But the rest of your family sucks ass so it doesn't really matter to you.

When Riri arrives at your apartment she carefully lets herself in with her copy key and locks the door back. She picks up a bit seeing that you have certain things strolled about before she finally walks to your room and just watches you momentarily. "She looks so damn tired" she turns the light on and hops on your bed food in hand you groan and grab her leg "it's twelve in the fucking morning calm it down short cake" she laughs as she sits down beside you and move your cover as she places your food on your lap you sit up and rub your eyes. "Baby I just want to go to sleep" she nods "that's crazy I just want you to eat plus I mean I bought your favorite after all even with my broke college student money" you laugh and smile at her "you bought my favorite?" She nods as she opens her own food and hands you a fork. "Thank you" she presses a kiss to your hand "of course now eat at least a little something before you go back to sleep." You just can't help but smile at her no one has ever cared about you this much except for your mother it was kind of creepy...your mother always told you "you won't find love until you find someone who makes you eat." You did just that so maybe you have found love.

"You have to get a stable sleep schedule baby because sleeping at random is not okay for your health" you look at her with a waffle halfway in your mouth "you want to talk to me about health stop smoking weed" she laughs and busies herself into her food "that's what I thought pothead." She smiles and slaps your thigh "eat your fucking food."

A/n: I swear y'all give me a request and make up a whole scenario

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*.·:·.✦ fair date ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jobe bellingham x black oc (named her Joana)

summary: in which jobe and his friend go on a fair outing....or date.

author's note: i was at the fair last week and thought i should write smth especially since it’s my literal dream date. also, i just describe the fair like i know it

faceclaim: l.na_b4 on insta and tiktok (she's so pretty, i can't take it)

word count: 1099

Joana’s phone dinged, indicating she received a message. She opened it and looked at it.

jobe 👽

wanna go to the fair with me?

jo 🙄

yeth 😁

Joana quickly got off her bed to get ready. After showering, she put on a pink sweater and green cargo pants with some pink Nike Dunk Lows. She put her wig in a bun and did her makeup. 

Once she was done, Jobe sent her another message, indicating that their Uber was in front of her house. She quickly grabbed a bag, putting her phone, battery, and lip gloss in it before leaving, locking the door behind her.

During the whole car ride, they stayed silent, occasionally showing each other funny tweets on their phones.

They arrived at the fair, immediately blinded by the bright LED lights of the rides.

"You want me to take your pictures before we get in ?" Jobe asked, knowing how much she liked it.

"Yes, thank you" She gave him her phone before posing.

"Didn't know you could take pictures like that, might ask you more often" Joana looked at the pictures he took, amazed.

"It was a one-time thing, calm down" Jobe instantly shut her down, making her pout.

“Will you, at least, take a pic with me?”

He looked at her unfazed, as she already knew his answer.

“Don’t look at me like that, at least I tried”

The two friends walked toward the entrance while Joana posted her photos.

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jo.jo.joana my favorite guy took me to the fair <3

Their eyes wandered around the place, looking for the first ride they wanted to do. 

"Let's do this one, seems like a good one to start" Jobe pointed to it.

He then paid for both of them before going to the line.

"You did not have to pay, you know" Joana informed him.

He always paid for her, and she hated it deeply.

"I wanted to, it's ok"

It was finally their turn, and they sat on the ride next to each other.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"I was almost disappointed, thank God, Auntie kept going" Joana stepped down the ride with Jobe following.

"Why do you call her that ?" Jobe chuckled. She had been calling her that the entire ride for no reason.

Joana shrugged, dragging him to the next ride. She looked at the water slide and then back at him.

"I'm not getting soaked for nobody, not even you" He responded, already knowing what she wanted.

"But please……" She looked at him with doe eyes, the only thing he could not resist.

Jobe rolled his eyes, grabbing her hand and heading towards the window. Before he could pull out his wallet, Joana slapped a £20 note on the counter, taking the two tickets.

"The one in the front will be dry"

Joana rushed to the front, leaving Jobe in the middle. The first slide went smoothly, none of the two were wet. Though the second one, way higher, did not end up as planned.

"He said I was not gonna be soaked" Joana exclaimed after being splashed. "Men for real be lying"

"Whose idea was it ?" He side-eyed her while drying his arms on his tee.

The two tried to dry themselves as best they could before going on the next ride. Fortunately, her makeup was not ruined.

"Now we're doing the bumper cars" Jobe smirked, taking her to the track. 

Again, he paid for it and went to one of the cars, on the driver's side 

Once it started, it felt like Jobe’s mind did a whole one-eighty. His only goal was to crash violently into every car in his vision.

“Be careful, Jobe!!” Joana yelled at him, but he did not listen and kept his eyes focused in front of him.

With each crash, their bodies jerked back on the seats, making them shout. She laughed hysterically, guiding him on which vehicle to crash.

“Jobe, you made her cry” Joana whined, looking back at the little girl they just collided with, making him let out a small "Oops" before going back to driving.

The two friends ended their ride with bruises on their knees.

“Them things hurt so much” The young girl complained, limping out the track, leaning on Jobe’s shoulder.

“You want something to eat to ease the pain ?” He asked making her smile widely and nod her head vigorously. The boy could only laugh at her childish antics.

They went to buy some churros and sat at a table to eat.

“Eat properly, you have sugar all over your face” He pointed to around her face which was sparkled with sugar.

He grabbed her jaw in his hand and took a napkin to wipe her face. As Jobe did so, her eyes admired his brown eyes concentrated on what he was doing, his eyebrows slightly knitted together and his tongue coming out every time he focuses. For some reason, at that moment, she felt something in her stomach. Their eyes met making her quickly look away and her face heat.

“Why are you looking at me like that ?” He laughed a bit, trying to meet her eyes.

“Nothing” She dragged, giggling nervously while making sure her face is not visible to him.

Nevertheless, Jobe’s eyes did not look away. He had always found it adorable how Joana sometimes was shy, from now and then, around him. Every time she did, he felt like she liked him, which made him feel good. 

Especially since he had had a crush on her for a few months. At first, he could not name it but after a conversation with his older brother, Jude, he came to the conclusion that he might want to be more than her friend. Though, he decided not to confess it, too scared to ruin their friendship.

“You had a good day ?” Jobe questioned, as they got up to leave.

“Yes, this is my favourite thing to do” She excitedly responded her arms wrapped around his left arm

“Like favourite date type of thing?”

“This was a date ?” Joana’s face took a surprised expression. To her, it was just a friendly outing. But, after all, she indeed told him this was her perfect date.

“You want it to be ?”

“I guess, yeah”

Her response made Jobe release a breath he did not even know he was holding. He never imagined that Joana could like him in the way he did.

Maybe, he should try to take their relationship to the next level.

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