#now on that note i need to go switch my laundry

[seospicybin]

THE FUCKBOY NEXT DOOR.

PART II

Bangchan x reader. (s)

Chapters: Part I / Part III / Final.

Synopsis: To help you moving on from your break-up, Chan takes you out for a night. However, he doesn't expect you will find a potential new love in someone else. (9,5k words)

Author's note: Here's one you've been asking for. Please tell me what you think about it! Nevertheless, enjoy x

"I think we're done for the day, huh?" You sigh in relief after dumping the dirty towels into the laundry bag and tossing it to the back room.

"No, actually, someone just walked in and wanted a haircut," your co-worker says while holding a stack of clean towels in front of her.

"Keem can have it," you resolve, you've finished all of your appointments for the day, and you're tired and ready to go home.

"Yeah, that's the problem. He specifically asked for you," your co-worker answers, putting the towels into the shelf full of them.

You plant your hands on each side of your waist and shoot a puzzled look at your coworker, "Huh?"

Is this customer aware that the salon is about to close and there's another hairstylist on duty? That exciting feeling of getting home soon is slowly fading as you head in to meet this customer who specifically asks for you.

The second you walk in, Keem, the other stylist, grabs your elbow and then leans into your side to whisper, "He's so cute."

Hearing it doesn't lift your mood at all, you just want to get it over with and go home.

"Where?" You ask as you put on your apron.

"He's right there," she whispers, pointing to the middle seat hidden behind the big mirror then detaches herself off you to go back behind the counter.

For a customer who chooses an awful time to get a haircut, you put on a phony smile and shove your hands into the pockets of your apron as you greet.

"Hi, what can I do for... You!" The infliction in your voice changes as you see who that customer is.

It's the shit-eating grin, the stupid dimples on his stupid face and

"It's enough torture to have you as my neighbor and now I have to you see at work too," you say as you cross your arms together in front of you.

"Oh, wow, is this how you treat your customer?" He says with a fake concerned look.

"Only the select few," you say with a sinister smile.

"I made it on your list of honors? Is this because we had sex—"

You hurriedly cover his mouth with your hand and make sure no one is seeing what you're doing to him, or worse, letting them acquire that piece of information.

"What do you want?" You scold him with a piercing glare.

He takes your hand off of his mouth and dramatically gasps for air, "I want a haircut," he simply answers.

With a huff, you swivel his chair to face the mirror and grab the cape for him, putting it around his neck, then clip it together. You put on a phony smile as you look at him through the reflection in the mirror.

"So, what do you want me to do with your hair besides setting it on fire?" You sarcastically ask him.

It's amazing how his grin doesn't wear off even just for a second, "We don't need to cut much, I guess just the tip," he says.

"Just the tip," you repeat, "Is that the title of your sex tape?"

Chan cracks a sonorous laugh, "That's a good one!"

Once you hear the sound of the scissors snipping away the hair, you get in the zone. You focus on giving his hair a nice shape that accentuates his strong jawline and makes his facial features more prominent.

"Don't talk much, huh?" He asks, slightly turning his head to the side.

You grab the nape of his neck and forcefully turn his head back to the front, "just here trying my best not to snip you somewhere else," you calmly mutter.

"Ooh, chills!" He responds with a shudder.

You switch your scissors with a hair clipper and it starts buzzing as you turn it on, you're holding it in his hand as you look at him and say, "You're going to regret coming here and allowing me to be this close to you with a sharp object."

Seeing you bringing the hair clipper close to his face, he reflexively closes his eyes so tightly and you hold the urge to not laugh at it.

"Oh, okay, I regret it now," he says like a frightened child left alone by his parents.

You gently place your hand on his jaw, "Stay still," you warn him.

He obeys you, keeping his head still and his eyes closed as you're carefully trimming his sideburns. You suddenly find yourself admiring his face and his beautiful features of a long, big nose and voluptuous lips.

For a split second, you so badly want to run your thumb on his lips and feel how soft they are. You did feel it once with your lips but you were too sad to notice and now you realize how much you regret it.

Before the temptation returns, you turn off the trimmer and put it away, then proceed to help brush the hair on his face and around his neck with a soft brush.

"You're all done," you announce, taking the cape from around his neck.

Chan stays on his seat as you brush the excess hair off the nape of his neck and make sure they don't stick to his skin. You put all of your equipment on the cart next to you and anticipate his reaction to your haircut.

Not trying to brag here but you did a good job here because he looks even more attractive with a fresh cut.

"Aren't you going to tell me how handsome I am and then kiss me on the cheek?" He asks while blinking his big eyes at you.

"I'm not your mom," you reply with a plain smile.

When you think you already got rid of him after giving him a haircut, you see him lounging around the counter and putting on his charms for Keem. You plan on keeping it a secret that you know each other but if he starts flirting with your co-worker, then there's a possibility you'll see her walking out of his apartment the next day and it only gets messy from there. You come up to him and tug at the sleeve of his jacket, then pull him to the side.

"Why are you still here?" You ask through your gritted teeth and keeping your volume low.

"I'm waiting for you."

"Why?"

"Because we're going out tonight," he answers.

"We?"

"And no, my panties are not in a twist," he says with a teeth-baring grin, "You can check it yourself if you want."

"Ugh. No!" You groan in refusal.

What is it about him anyway that makes the girls go crazy for him? If you're thinking with your depraved, brutal, and cavewoman brain, it must be the body that is inexplicably electric and sexually charged, braced with heavy muscles, and injected with a high dose of testosterone. In other words, he's hot, and it's hard not to be biologically attracted to him. But if you're thinking progressively and in the 21st century way, you know you should avoid this fuckboy at all costs.

"If you don't want to go then I'll just take Keem," he says, secretly threatening not only you but also your workplace dynamic.

"I'm sure she's keem for it," he makes a pun.

"Ugh. Okay," you groan in agreement this time.

And then, there's something called human error.

-

At first, Chan thought that you have that stoic expression only whenever you're around him but he was wrong. He learns that it's just your default expression and you wear it like a defense mechanism to keep the predators at bay. At least, he shouldn't worry about leaving you alone in the bar as he's working the DJ booth.

Once he's done with his set, he ignores the calls for his name and walks up to you, seeing you rather unimpressed by what he just did. What did he expect though? You're not most girls.

He taps the table, signaling the bartender to come and tend to his order, "The usual, please?"

The bartender nods and is about to turn away to make his drink when he calls for him again, "And one more for this nice lady," he adds, gesturing at you and flashing you a sly smile.

Chan turns around to face the dance floor and leans his back against the counter, "So, what do you think?"

"It was good," you answer after sipping your drink.

"You have a filthy expression on your face," he teases you and gently elbows your side, "go on, tell me what you're really thinking."

"Strangling you with my bare hands," you answer without a beat.

Chan leans in close enough that he can get a whiff of the smell of your shampoo, "so that's your kink?"

"Only when I see fear in your eyes," you answer with a wicked smile.

"Wow. You know how to excite a guy," he praises, not entirely lying about it because he gets a little excited from your snarky comments.

The bartender comes with both of your drinks and you hurriedly finish your previous one to go ahead with the next. He watches as you take a small sip and then waits to see how your nose scrunched at the bitter aftertaste.

"You're single now and maybe it's time for you to get out there, you know, find a new love," he says, secretly hoping that you'll find it in him when he looks at you.

"Hey, Chris," a girl comes and without hesitating, placing a kiss on his cheek, "Great set!"

"Thanks, Alicia," he says to the tall lady with beautiful braided hair.

"This one is on me," she says as she gives him a drink from the ones she ordered.

"Cheers then!" He says, clinking his glass with hers with his charming smile on.

The lady leaves to take the drinks away and is soon engulfed by the crowd. Chan notices that you remain calm about that interaction, and again, what did he expect?

"At least, one of us has no problems getting some tonight," you take a jab at him.

"I'm taking you out so we can have fun tonight and enjoy yourself—"

"The only way I can enjoy myself is when I'm alone."

"Oh?" He gasps and gives you a wild glare.

You roll your eyes and sigh once you realize he's taking it the wrong way, "I just want to go home and binge my favorite show and sleep," you finish your sentence with a big gulp of drink and he gets to see another nose scrunch from you.

The intention was to take you out of the apartment and perhaps, he can get you to loosen up a little bit, making this getting to know each other thing a little easier for him. It seems like he's forcing it on you and maybe it wasn't a good idea after all.

"Okay, then, we'll go home after this one," he says, lifting his glass close to his mouth.

"Or you can just stay here and do your thing, and I'm going home," you suggest a better idea after finishing your drink and you grab your bag as if you just can't wait to get out of here.

Chan is quick to grab your arm and stops you from leaving, "Hey, at least, let me finish my drink first," he protests.

"You don't have to leave with me. I can go home myself," you say to him.

"Just wait for me," he squeezes on your arm and adds, "Please?"

You consider it for a moment and then say, "I'll wait for you outside."

Since he's done a gig here, Chan has to make a proper exit out of the club, he greets a few people who work there and grabs his backpack of equipment, carrying it in his hand as he walks out of there. He finds you leaning against the street lamp and the light casts a glowing halo on your head, making you look like an angel... with a stoic expression.

He grins when you notice him coming, "Okay, I lied, there's another thing we have to do tonight," he says.

"Goodness, Chris, just bag a lady and call it a night," you groan in complaint.

Both of his eyebrows ratchet up at your words, "It has nothing to do with that."

"What is it then?" You cross your arms together in front of you.

"Only the best part of the night," he answers with a cryptic smile.

Chan knew he should have started the night with food. He can see that your mood gradually elevates with every bite you take from the delicious kebab he recommended to get after a boozy night out.

By the time you both arrive at the apartment building, you get all quiet like a drowsy child after a day out at the park and he finds it cute, especially with the way your lips slowly jutting out and you keep widening your eyes to stay awake.

"How about next Friday night we're doing it your way?" he suggests as he keeps the elevator door open for you with his back.

"If that means you'll leave me alone then yes," your eyes turn small as you politely moan into your hand.

"We're going to stay in and binge-watch your favorite show and sleep," he lists everything you mentioned earlier and an idea pops into his head.

"We'll have a pajama party!" He announces along with a poor imitation of tooting horns.

"No!" You flatly reject the idea.

"I'll bring the snacks," he offers.

You steadfastly shake your head.

"Then I'll keep knocking on your door until you let me in," he annoyingly moves into your side until he's rubbing elbows with yours.

"Then I hope you get abducted by aliens," you come out with an absurd wish and it cackles him.

"You would miss me," he confidently remarks with his signature grin.

"Doubtful. Very doubtful."

"Why?"

"I know I'd get to see you again someday—"

Chan can't help himself from smiling but little does he know, you're not done with your sentence yet.

"— in hell."

That wipes the smile off his face, "but I'm a good person. People like me," he says while making an innocent face.

"Because they don't know you, if they did, someone would have kicked your ass already."

"They'd try," Chan easily says with a nonchalant shrug, and at the same time, you both burst out laughing.

This is not flirting and he's aware there's something wrong with this interaction but you know what? He likes every bit of it.

Chan's heart sinks when it's time for the two of you to part ways and before you get to slip away from him, he tugs at the strap of your bag.

"Hey, can't wait for our pajama party," he says.

You pull your bag until the strap slips out of his hand and head to your apartment door.

"No response," he points out, "it's as a yes then."

"No!" You shout.

"So... it's a no?" He asks in confusion.

You push the door to get inside your apartment and lingers by the doorway, facing him.

"No," you cheekily respond and then close the door, leaving him with a different kind of thrill for what comes next.

-

From the way this person treats your door like a tambourine, you can safely guess that it's Chan knocking on the door for the so-called pajama party.

Ugh, why did you agree to it in the first place? It's so unlike you to let someone in on your space but it doesn't matter whether you let him or not, the boundaries have been crossed so many times that there's no such thing as personal space anymore.

Before letting him in, you check through the peephole, and just as you expected, he comes undressed, literally. He's standing on the other side of the door wearing nothing but gray sweatpants hanging low around his hips.

"Please have mercy on my eyes and put some clothes on!" You shout through the door with your hand holding the knob.

"I don't wear pajamas. This is what I wear to sleep," he responds and you can hear him faintly laughing with your ear pressed on the door.

"And what makes you think you're going to sleep at my place tonight?"

"I don't know. A hunch," he playfully responds.

"Pajama party is officially canceled!" You say through the peephole.

"Okay, okay, I'll put some clothes on," he sighs in defeat.

You watch through the peephole to see if he's really going to his apartment to change. With his broad shoulders, all hunched up, he walks back to his apartment and doesn't even bother to close the door, he grabs whatever lying close to him and puts the dark t-shirt over his head. Even under the poor lighting, the ridges of his muscles are visible and inviting you to feel it with your touch.

As though he knows he's being watched, he looks your way and then trudges his way back to your door. The first thing you see after you open the door for him is his big grin that sends his dimples sinking deep into his cheeks.

With a glare at his empty hands, you ask, "And where's the snack?"

Chan puts his arms on each side of the doorframe and leans in close, towering you with his big figure, proudly he answers, "Ma'am, I am the snack."

Can't tell if he's trying to charm you, intimidate you, or both, doesn't matter because he failed at all of them.

"But you promised!" You can tolerate people when they make jokes about anything but you can't accept when it involves food.

Chan takes his phone out of his pocket and shows it to you, "It's being delivered. See?"

Your jaws unclenched in a second and you open the door wider for him, "You may come in!" You sweetly say with a curtsy.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" He says with a bow before steps into your apartment.

It's ironic how you prepared everything despite you were grudging it, you set the sofa, put some cushions and since he said he was bringing the food, you bought drinks for tonight.

"I have juice, soda, and beers," you list everything you have in your fridge as you're looking at it.

"We'll have the soda for now and beers for later," Chan strategically plans.

The food he ordered only lasts for two episodes and from there, you both run on beers and chips while sitting on opposite sides of each other on the couch with your feet touching.

"I like seeing white stockings on women," Chan comments after seeing the female character wearing it under her dress.

"This is why I hate watching with a man," you say in a condescending tone.

"I'm not even saying anything about her body," he defends himself and playfully rubs his foot with yours.

"Just shh..." you hush him, getting back at him by tackling his foot with yours.

The whole time the TV show is playing, your attention is on him, you're merely curious if he's genuinely invested in it or just wants to annoy you with his presence. From your observation, it seems like it's the former but the jury's still out.

"Wait, is that it?" He asks as the first season has just ended and the credit title rolls down the screen.

"That's the end of the first season," you say, starting to gather the trash on the table and put it into a plastic bag.

"But there's another season, right?" He says, looking distressed that the show ends with a cliffhanger.

"Yeah," you answer.

"Then let's watch it!" He says with a grin and slowly blinking his eyes at you.

"No, Chris, it's late," you show him the time on the screen on your phone that it's close to midnight.

"But I want to know what happens next and I need to know now," he speaks like a spoiled little brat.

You get up from the sofa to get rid of the trash, "You can watch it on your own."

Grabbing the back of your sweater, Chan pulls you hard until you plop down onto the sofa next to you then he puts his arm around you to keep you down.

"Let's just party all night, eh?" He persuades you as he leans in close to the side of your head you can feel his warm breath fanning your cheek.

You leer to the side at him and ask, "I can't make you leave, do I?"

"Not a chance," he shortly answers.

Seeing that there's no other way to make him leave but to fulfill his wish, you give in and sit back down on the sofa as Chan hits the play button.

With your stomach full and the exhaustion from the day, and you feel snug on the sofa wrapped in your blanket, you're getting drowsy as the night gets late. You manage to stay awake for two episodes but not long after that, your eyes get really heavy and you can barely keep them open anymore.

Going to rest my eyes for a bit, you tell yourself in your head but close your eyes, slowly drifting into deep slumber.

-

It's not new that Chan wakes up not knowing where he is, he lifts his head and looks around, taking in his surroundings to give him clues of his whereabouts. One look at the TV screen that shows a question whether he's still watching or not, he immediately recalls where he is, what he's doing here, and—

"Owh!" He lowly gasps as you accidentally elbow him on the ribs.

There he is, lying next to you on the sofa, your back pressed close to his chest he can feel every rise and fall of your body as you're breathing. He doesn't know how it comes to this and he's not complaining though, if anything, it's an opportunity for him to admire you up close.

Cautiously, he removes the hair covering your face to the side and takes an intimate look at your facial features, first at your eyes with your eyelashes fanning out so beautifully, he runs his fingertip down your nose and eventually at your lips which he dreams of kissing.

Do you know that you're so beautiful yet so unaware of it?

Chan gently buries his nose in your neck and inhales your heavenly scent that gets him intoxicated, putting himself in a test of restraint that he'll be likely to fail. All of a sudden, you stir in your sleep and nuzzle closer as if you're seeking warmth from his body heat.

What did he just put himself into? He frustratingly asks in his head.

Soon enough, he can feel your body start to mold against him and it feels nice, you're fulfilling his need for this closeness but unfortunately, he can't control how his body is reacting to this as it wants to do more than just being pressed close to yours.

Chan carefully places his hand on your hips and quietly, he tries to push you away to make a safe space between your bodies even though he has to suffer the loss of your warmth against him.

As if your body knows what he's trying to do, you push back even further and the curve of your ass sits right on the bulge growing inside his sweatpants, putting him at a greater risk.

"Fuck!" he mouthes in distress.

If it wasn't for the TV light that casts a hazy glow on you, he wouldn't notice that your eyes are open and you're waking up to him with his hand on your hips which he's afraid only giving you the impression that he tries to pull you close instead of the opposite.

"I—" he can't say anything without sounding like he's lying because he knows that a greater part of him wanted it, wanting you.

In the next moment, he finds your hand reaching for him and unexpectedly, you put your fingers across his lips, asking him to stop talking as you bring his head close until your lips touch. He doesn't dare to do anything but when you stroke his lower lip with your tongue, his instincts take over.

To no one's surprise, Chan claims your mouth like a starved man.

However, Chan doesn't plunge right into it, he's starting the kiss with innocent brushes of his lips on yours and teasing licks before taking your mouth once again in a deeper kiss.

When he draws back, your lips are parted on soundless gasps of desire. It takes a moment for your eyes to clear enough to focus on him and with a low voice, he says, "I couldn't resist it."

He can't waste a second without kissing you so he indulges in another dizzying kiss, "I thought about kissing you all week."

Days, weeks, months, it comes to a blur to him but he learned the agony of waiting so he counts the time until his lips can reunite with yours again, hopefully, once and for all.

"Now, I can't seem to stop," As he speaks, he threads his fingers into your hair and angles your head back. He trails kisses along your jawline, nips your chin, and kisses the corner of your mouth.

A murmur humming in your throat as he kisses you yet again and your hand flies into his hair, fingertips lazily scratching at his scalp. You suddenly pull away from the kiss and gaze into his dark eyes, "Then don't stop."

So Chan hasn't been the only one, after all.

Planting his mouth on yours again, he twines his tongue with yours, and oh... this taste, this softness, your hand in his hair, kiss after kiss after kiss.

He allows himself to run his fingertips down the length of your arm and smiles when goosebumps ripple outward. Nuzzling your neck, he breathes in the soft scent of your skin and kisses the sweet spot just behind your jaw. Your lips are calling him, but instead, he sucks on your earlobe and bites it, startling a shaky sigh from you.

He allows himself to explore more by running his hand along the length of your body, cupping the curve of your breasts, and even through the layers of fabrics, he can feel the firm buds of your nipple. He so badly wants to pinch it, love on it, but there is too much fabric in the way. He simply resolves it by slipping his hand under and he finds your soft mounds in a second, not wasting another second to fondle on it.

As he kisses you harder, and you arch into his body, you're undulating your hips against the aching bulge inside its confine, forcing him to bite back his groan.

Oh, he hasn’t wanted someone like this in... Has he ever wanted someone like this?

He reels himself back to the present, glancing down at his pale hand and your nipple caught between his fingers, it's an erotic sight indeed that he can't resist pinching it and enjoying your sharp intake of breath.

"Chris..."

The sound of his name falling from your lips is just as unexpected as it is hot. He sees you breathe through your parted lips that's swollen and glistening wet from all the kissing, and then at your wide, lustful eyes that tell him you're ready for more.

An impatient hand glides down your stomach and slips beneath the waistband of your shorts, his gentle fingers caress you with slow strokes. He is touching you there, right where you need him and you shiver, then burrow closer to him as more goosebumps dotted your skin.

"My God, you're drenched," he says and with each syllable, his lips grazed your ear.

Your body clenched hard, clenched even harder when he presses a finger deep into you, filling you. He massages your clit with lazy swirls of his thumb, making you start trembling against him.

He lowers a kiss on you again, tongue and teeth invading your mouth and that's all it takes to send you climbing quick and sharp toward your release.

His mouth finds your ear and with his hot breath tickles you, he lowly asks, "Does it feel good?”

There's no answer but you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you throw your head back, inhaling sharply. Chan can feel tiny muscles fluttering around his fingers, and he knows you are close.

He doesn't need to see to know the answer, he can feel it with his hand, "You’re drenching my palm," he whispers again.

With your hand in his hair, you bring his head close and peck his lips, "Chris, I want it," you mutter as you pull away.

"It?" He asks to confirm if you're thinking of the same thing and he's not taking the wrong sign.

You lightly nod, "Mmh-hmm."

"Condom?"

"No need," you shortly answer, "I'm on the pill."

A jolt of excitement surges all over his body just from the thought that he'll be inside you with no layer of protection and it utterly exhilarates him that he needs to calm down for a minute. He uses the time to remove your shorts and then his sweatpants next without taking his other arm from around you.

Once he settles himself behind you, he puts his hand between your legs, lifting a leg and putting it over his hips, allowing his hard member to get between your legs. It feels a whole lot different to feel how wet you are on every inch of his length.

"Feel that?" He asks you with his mouth nestled close to your ear and his swollen cock rubbing between your folds, "I'm aching for you."

Chan kisses your mouth, your jaw, your neck as hard flesh prodding at your sex, making you stop breathing for a moment and you feel nothing but a sensuous stretching that goes on and on until he seated himself fully inside you and oh, he fits perfectly.

"It's too good. You feel– oh... I'm going to lose it," he can't comprehend what he's feeling right now.

The heat, this tightness, so perfect for him and his body asks for nothing but more and more and more of you.

Responding to his body's needs, he withdraws and then thrusts back into you, soon enough, he sets a steady pace. His free hand slides down to your bundle of nerves, touching you there for added stimulation. You grip his wrist, seemingly intending to pull him away, but your hand refuses to cooperate.

The twin assaults of his fingers and his cock that fills you full kindle a flame inside you that spread all over you like wildfire. Your mouth is parted open but all that comes out are gasps and sighs of pleasure so instead of words, you communicate how you feel through your body. You spread your thighs wider and writhe to match his thrust for thrust.

There's nothing but the sounds of his hips slapping your ass and his cock that incessantly slipping in and out of you, and he likes how he finds peace despite his body being in pure chaos.

With his mouth lingering close to your ear, he knows you hear every shudder of his breath to the lowest of his sultry moans slipped out of his mouth, and honestly, he would have been embarrassed if it weren’t for your hand tangled in his curls and keep pulling him for a kiss, before finding his hand that rests on your chest and hold it.

"Perfect..." the word tumbles out of his mouth as your fingers slip right between the spaces of his fingers and lace it together.

"Ah, ah, ah," more moans fall out of your lips as you arch into him, and through it all, your eyes locked in a gaze with his, letting him see the pure pleasure that builds up inside you.

Chan has slept with a handful of people, but he’s never been so in tune with someone's body. He’s never been so desperate to please or so elated when he hears you cry his name as you cum around him.

The high takes you over and also your ability to move, speak, and think. You curl up, making you feel smaller against him. The hand interlaced with his tightens as he speeds up the motions of his hips and with one last deep thrust, he joins you in falling apart.

Using this tender moment to pour his affection for you, he's whispering your name and kissing you softly, then slowly, he eases out of—

"No, don't!" Your hand grabs at his hips, hard, nails digging into the flesh, "Stay."

Obeying your words, Chan holds you close, limbs to limb, skin to skin, hearts lying so close to each other with mere flesh and bones in between. He doesn't know what this was, but it sure as hell was not fucking. He kisses you hard and soft to find out.

It's when he pulls away and looks into your eyes that he figures out the answer as the most incredible feeling of being loved washes over him.

-

When Chan wakes up the next morning. He registers the sunlight on his face, the distant barking of a neighborhood dog, and the delicious smell of buttered toast and coffee, it's all around him and—

It just hits him that he's waking up on your sofa and he burrows into the blanket with a happy sigh once he recalls everything that happened last night to the tiniest details, summoning the butterflies to flutter around in his stomach.

The sound of your footsteps forces him to get out of his daze and he scrambles to get up when you walk past the sofa on your way to the kitchen.

"Morning!" He cheerily greets you while covering his naked lower half with the blanket.

Without looking and with your hands tying your hair, you fainty reply to his greeting, "Morning."

You didn't reply to his level of enthusiasm but that's okay, he just doesn't expect you to be this stoic this early in the day. Instead of searching for his sweatpants, he wraps the blanket around his hips like a towel and waddles his way to the kitchen.

"You're up early," he says, noticing that it's barely seven and he knows you usually leave for work a little after eight, sometimes close to nine.

"Early appointment. Have to do a client's hair. Wedding," you concisely explain as you quietly sip your coffee from a big red mug.

It's strange, the way you speak and how your eyes are looking anywhere but in his direction. For now, he's going to think that you're just tired and not fully meeting your dose of caffeine yet

"Okay, so what's for breakfast?" He asks, excitedly tapping the dining table with his hands and grinning at you.

"Toast and coffee," you say while standing on your toes to get a glass from the top cabinet.

"Anything but coffee, please?" He politely asks, watching you walk the other way to get a carton of orange juice out of the fridge.

It's a sunny day but the room shares the same temperature as the glass of orange juice you pour into his glass. He observantly watches you, searching for any clues whether this is how you are in the morning or something is actually off with you.

There's one way to know, first, he takes a small sip of his juice to help with his dry throat and then jabs around the topic, "Last night was fun, don't you think?"

There's no answer and he can't see your reaction toward it when you're standing with your back facing him and he begins to think that it's the latter.

"I'm thinking we should do this again next Friday but I'll get to pick what we're going to watch and you bring—"

"Chris, I'm sorry but..." You swiftly turn on your feet and check the time on the clock, "I have to leave now."

"Sure, yeah, you can't be late for a wedding," he playfully says while keeps searching for your eyes to make you look at him.

You walk around your apartment to gather your things, your phone, and your wallet, stuffing them into a purse. You grab another bag which he guesses is one you usually carry for work and that only confirms that you're indeed leaving for an appointment.

"You can stay for breakfast and use the spare keys to lock the door when you leave," you say those things in a hurry as you drag your bag to the foyer.

He turns on his chair to look at you as he jokes, "We've only slept together twice and you're already giving me your apartment keys?"

Unfortunately, the jokes fall short as he hears nothing but the sound of the knob turning and you're getting out of the apartment.

"Have a great day at work!" He shouts at you but all he gets in response is the door closing and then clicks in place.

Chan can't tell anymore if you're leaving for work or you're leaving him, but it feels like he's getting his karma for always being the one leaving in the morning.

-

It's wedding season and that explains why there are a lot of scribbles on your calendar, you have a lot of appointments to do this month, and you get so busy that he's hardly seeing you lately.

Work is one thing he can understand but you can't possibly work 24 hours a day without a day off, right? At one point, he should have caught you leaving or coming home from work, whichever it is, the chance never comes to him, not even once.

Chan begins to wonder if you're avoiding him, he knows because there's a slight difference to it and it's in the purpose. You've been purposely doing things to avoid him.

With an excuse prepared in his head, Chan comes knocking on your door the next Friday night. He's been keeping your spare keys and can easily let himself in but that would be impolite, he needs to be on your good side to earn your trust.

After a few times knocking with no answer, he lets himself in but not because he has the spare keys, the door is unlocked so he figures you must be at home and doing something that makes you unable to get the door.

"Anyone's home?" He shouts into the void in your living room and hesitantly walks further inside.

Hearing the loud humming of a hairdryer, he walks to your bedroom. Unexpectedly, you're coming out as he's about to walk in.

"Oh, God!" You gasp in surprise as you hold the front of your bathrobe together, "What are you doing here?"

In contrast, Chan laughs seeing your shell-shocked expression in his presence. He then crosses his arms together and leans the side of his body against the doorframe, not forgetting to wear his grin as he answers to you, "Just checking to see if my neighbor is alive."

"Well, I'm alive," You're talking as you're taking dresses out of your closet, "and I need your help."

Looking at your mood and the way you talk normally to him, he concludes that the thought that you've been purposely avoiding him was just a silly thought after all. Other than that, you need his help and he likes being needed by you.

"I'm at your service," Chan says, permitting himself to step into your bedroom and sit on the end of your bed.

You're standing in front of him, holding up two dresses in your hands, one is a white line dress with a v-neck and the other is a body-hugging velvet dress in a deep burgundy color. Both will look good on you but he needs to know one thing before he gives his vote.

"Are we going out tonight?" He playfully asks, feeling a buzz of excitement filling him.

You turn around to face the full-length mirror while holding the dress in front of you in turn to give you ideas on how it will look on you.

"I have a date," you tell him.

Hearing that, the excitement in his body vanishes in a second and is replaced by a cold shudder of panic. He tries to laugh it off in denial.

"A–a date?" He stammers.

"Uh-huh," You end up settling the dress situation yourself by choosing to go with the white linen dress, "Can you get out of my room so I can change?"

His subconscious has the tendency to obey you, he gets up from the bed and walks out of your room, and he lingers there by the door, contemplating whether he should push the conversation or not.

"With who?" He doesn't want to know but curiosity gets the best of him.

"A guy I met at one of the weddings," you share from inside your bedroom.

"Is this—" he pauses to swallow air, "Is this your first date?"

"Yes and I'm excited," your voice grows louder and soon, the door cracks open and you reveal yourself to him, "Now, tell me I made the right choice?"

He takes a staggering step backward and asks, "On the date or the dress?"

You take a look at yourself on the round mirror hanging on the wall, "Is it too casual? No?"

For a second, Chan forgets about the direness of the situation and takes a good look at you, the dress compliments your shape so well, the hem flares up like a blooming flower and the v-cut neckline offers a modest cleavage, perfect for a first date. If he has to be honest, even without the dress, it won't make you less comely but he hates that you look this good and it's not for him.

"You look... good," he tries to make it sound like your appearance doesn't make any impression on him.

You wipe the excess lipstick on the corner of your mouth then look over your shoulder, "And the date?"

He doesn't expect you to give him the chance to say something about it and obviously, he's going to try his best to intercept your plan.

"Don't you think it's too soon?" He follows you as you head back to your bedroom then stops at the doorway as you enter the bathroom after, "To get on a date."

You take off the hair rollers nestling on the crown of your hair and your hair flows down like big springs, then brush it down with your fingers.

"You told me yourself that I should get out there and find new love," you return his words to him.

That feels like he's just slapped himself in the face. Why did he tell you that? Oh, yeah, that's because he wants you to start opening up so he can let himself in and fill that position.

"But that's not– I just didn't think..." his words trailing off as he can't exactly explain the reason why he said it, not now at least.

You put all of your hair to the front then flip it all together to the back, you're shaking the end with your fingers, sending the sweet smell of your shampoo flying around in the room.

"Didn't think what?" You curiously ask as you apply a fresh coat of lipstick on your lips, the shade is bright red like a flamethrower.

"When I said you should start finding a new love, I was hoping that you could finally see me and..." he can't find another way of telling you without saying it out loud, "perhaps, you can find it in me."

That makes you stop whatever you're doing and turn around on your feet, leaning against the bathroom counter, you look at him in eerie silence, and then out of nowhere, a laugh bursts out of you.

"Chris, stop playing!" You brush past him on the way out of the bathroom.

He's trailing behind you as you pick up a purse from a collection of them in your closet, "I'm not playing," he assures you.

"Okay, yeah, I trust you," you half-heartedly respond, heading out and going to the foyer to pick your shoes next.

"Can you please look at me?" He pleads as he waits for you to make up your mind with your choice of shoes.

"Just look at me, please?" He begs again, desperately.

You take your chosen shoes and hold them in one hand as you hold his gaze, "Okay, I'm looking at you."

In those fierce eyes, Chan finds the courage to assess his feelings and tries to fathom them into words. He inhales air before letting it out in a long, low sigh.

"Don't go on that date," he demands.

"Why?"

"Because I want you here."

"Chris, that's not a good enough reason," you say with a low laugh.

He gently places his hands on each of your elbows and tenderly stares into your eyes, "Then go ahead, ask me that one question."

"What question?"

"Ask me what are we," he steadily holds your gaze even though he feels a whirlwind in his head and chaos stirring inside his chest.

You brush it off with a laugh, "Why should I ask you—"

"Just ask me the question!" He accidentally raises his voice at you and immediately lowers his voice after, he looks down to take a breather before looking back into your eyes, "Ask me what are we!"

It feels like an eternity waiting for you to ask him that but he has the patience and an answer to that, he only needs you to ask him that.

You drop the shoes onto the floor and take a step forward, you hold his gaze as he holds his breath. Deep down, he knows that you'd have to be blind to not see the light of affection in his eyes.

To his dismay, you unexpectedly retreat and pick up everything with you toward the door. With your back turned to him, you say, "I don't want to be late for the date."

-

It's been an hour since he came back from your apartment and he's still stuck in the denial stage. He's lying in the dark and stares at the ceiling of his bedroom, ignoring his phone that's been tirelessly blaring with notifications.

It's not a rejection if you don't give him a definite, abundantly clear answer, right? Besides, there's a chance that the guy blew the date and you can see that he's the better man. Is he though? Is he any better?

There are two ways to handle this situation. One, he can try to forget all about it, hit call back on one of the girls contacting him right now, get out of here, and distract himself with a physical release. Or two, wait because there's something in him that tells him to wait just a little longer.

But wait for what? Wait until you return from your date? Wait until he sees it happens, you with your new beau, all lovey-dovey next door?

It seems like he's finally progressed into the next stage: anger.

Every thought that crosses his head right now is not nice and he needs an outlet for this anger. He shoots up from the bed, he starts pacing back and forth in the room, hands balled into fists, he gets this urge to punch something, he wants to— No, he can't wait with this ugly feeling slowly taking over him and driving him insane.

"Fuck this," he curses out loud into the void in his apartment, he picks up his phone and texts someone about meeting up tonight.

While typing a text, knocking comes on his door, and whoever it is, they'd better not piss him off or— the knocking comes again, he exhales air out of his mouth to calm down and walks in heavy steps to get the door.

It seems as if his anger wasn't there in the first place, the second he opens the door and sees you, all of those nasty thoughts vanish into thin air.

You're carrying your shoes in one hand and the other is holding one side of the doorframe. You look at him with a smile ever so softly blooms on your face, "So..."

See? It wasn't a rejection. He just needed to wait a little longer and God, he was glad he did.

"So...?" He asks back, holding the urge to smile back at you.

You daringly stare into his eyes as you take a step into his apartment, "So... what are we, Chris?"

It's crazy how your magnetic field is so strong that he can't stand being this close to you and not touching you, his hesitant hands are reaching for you, they retreat and give, doing it for a while until you drop everything off your hands and put your hands around his shoulders. Indirectly permitted him to put his hands on you.

"What are we, mmh?" You ask again with your eyes flickering like they hold stars in them.

"We are..." he considers to let the truth out but what's the fun in that? He needs to get back at you for making him doubt everything earlier, "Neighbors."

"No," you shake your head in disagreement, "You're definitely going to say something else."

Luckily, he's strong enough to hold you steady as you put your whole weight against him, leaving not even an inch of gap between your bodies.

"Someone still has her panties in a twist," he playfully responds with his charming grin on, dimples and all.

"Shame on you because I don't have any panties on," you say with your small smile turning into a broad one.

His eyes widen in slight shock, and his hand automatically glides downward, landing a caress on the curve of your ass and slipping under the hem of your dress to check whether your words are true or not. His fingers edge at the lacy fabric of your underwear and it turns out to be the latter.

"Ugh, you're lying!" He groans in complaint but it doesn't make him less happy, he's elated, and his heart is about to burst.

"Partly."

"How so?"

"Because you're about to take them off," you shamelessly say.

Chan wants to let go of all the things that hold him back. He brings both of your lips together, he kisses you like you're oxygen and he's short on air. He runs his hands down your back to your hips, cupping your sweet ass, and pulls you even closer. You struggle to get closer as he kisses you deep and hard your head tilted to the back, you weave your fingers through his hair as you pour yourself into the kiss.

Everything that happened before this is in the past now, all he knows now is your taste and the hot sighs of your breath, and then this irrepressible want to devour you.

"I'm going to carry you to bed," Chan's plush lips brushing yours as he speaks.

The idea of carrying you to bed is highly appealing to him at the moment. He likes holding you and as messed up as it was, he wants to throw you onto the bed, in the most respectful way.

"Then what are you waiting for, kangaroo boy?"

A sharp gasp escapes your mouth as he swoops you into his arms and carries you in the direction of the bedroom. You have your arms looped around his neck to hold onto and place kisses along his jaw all the way to his bedroom.

Instead of throwing you onto the bed like he planned, he throws both of you onto the bed and it quakes, he immediately props an elbow against the mattress to not put his weights on you.

"God, you're so beautiful," his sigh tells how overwhelmed he is by what he's seeing and what a privilege that he's able to place kisses on such beauty.

When you try to gasp a mouthful of air, he breathes it into you with his hand resting on your jaw, you look up at him, and a starburst of emotion expands inside him. He thinks you see it in his eyes because you softly smile at him.

Giving you time to breathe, he shifts his focus elsewhere, he kisses and sucks on your neck, all the while his hands are keeping your body closely pressed against him, making you aware of the firm flesh prodding your crotch through his blue jeans.

The next thing is his mouth searching for the source of the heat and your body goes into total system failure as his mouth inches closer to where you want him. Between your thighs, you flush and tingle with wanting.

"This smell..." he hums as he buries his nose in your clothed sex, making you able to feel every sharp intake of air he inhales through his nose.

He pries his mouth open and plants it on your heating wetness, not caring about the lacy fabric that blocks him from tasting it raw.

"Mmh..." he deeply hums again, almost like the low roar of a wild animal hunting at night, "I want this smell all over me."

The intensity of your desire frightens and embarrasses you at the same time, you need a little control but control is gone when Chan tugs the waistband of your underwear between his teeth and begins to pull it down your legs.

He places his hands on the back of your thighs and slowly, lifts both of your legs upward as he keeps biting your underwear. You're watching as he tries to take it off of you with such determination.

Once he succeeds, he grabs the underwear from between his teeth and holds it up to show you his latest conquest, "Twisted panties no more," he says with a sly grin.

Instead of tossing it aside, he puts the underwear into the back pocket of his jeans, "I'm keeping it."

There are so many layers of clothing keeping him from feeling your skin but he can start by removing his t-shirt, having no problems showing you his taut muscles and his pale skin that reddens around the chest, neck, and both ears.

Next, Chan grabs your knees, he pulls them apart to bare your sex to his eyes and his chest expands on a sharp inhalation. The look on his face tells it all, he wants you, he wants you so bad that he swallows air, sending his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

It's the first time that he gets to see it open and bare, gushing with essence, tantalizing. He leisurely takes his time to admire it while plotting things he wants to do to it.

He rubs his hands down the sides of your thighs and lowly sighs, without his eyes straying away from the sight between your legs, he says, "You have the prettiest little—”

He thinks he's imagining it but he's not the only one hearing knocks on his apartment door. Sensing someone else's presence, your legs instinctively shut and you pull the hem of your dress down.

"Chris, are you expecting someone?" You ask with your forehead wrinkled in question.

"No," he shortly answers, he doesn't want you to think that he's waiting for someone else other than you, "I don't—"

The knocking comes again a while later, a little too aggressive that both of you can't ignore it anymore.

"Someone is knocking on your door," you say.

"Yeah, but I swear, I don't—"

You place your hand on his waist and look at him, "well, then, get the door and find out."

He'd rather have someone sawing him off of you than having to voluntarily get away from you, whoever this person is will be responsible for what's not going down at this moment.

"Only if you promise you won't change your mind," he tells you with a sly smirk.

"If you don't hurry and get the door, I might," you say back.

"Stay still. Don't move. Not even an inch," he pecks your lips for every warning with both hands cupping your face. He plants another long peck on your lips before dashing toward the front door and thinking of just sending this person away so he can get back to you.

This is where he makes a mistake. He doesn't check through the peephole and opens the door right away, having the faintest idea that catastrophe awaits on the other side of the door.

"Ah, there you are!" The girl says, jumping at him and immediately locking lips with him.

It happens so fast that by the time Chan registers it, the girl pulls away but keeps her arms looped around his shoulders.

"I came here as soon as I received your text," she grabs his chin and kisses his slacked-open mouth, "I hope I didn't make you wait long."

On the other end of the room, he hears your footsteps coming and soon, you come into his sight. You look so calm and he'd prefer a raging sea because with calm water, he never really knows what he's dealing with.

With an enigmatic smile, you look at him and say, "You know what, Chris? I change my mind."

-

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denki kaminari finds out his s/o thinks his voice is attractive/it turns them on? please, and thank you so much

Melodious temptation

Characters : Kaminari Denki/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Sexual Intercourse/ Fluff/ One shot

Notes : Thank you for the lovely request cutie though I'm truly sorry it took me too long to deliver, but I still hope you enjoy my input.

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_ "Hello gorgeous." a shiver runs up your spine at the sound of his voice mouthing the words straight into your ear.

It's a habit of his to whisper sweetly, and seductively, just so he could sense the breath hitching in your throat everytime he does.

_ "Oh, h.. hi." and there you are, failing to maintain your composure yet again.

His hands move up your shirt, and his chin rests on your shoulder as you finish up rinsing the last plate, "I'm done folding the laundry honey, so can we go to bed now?"

_ "Wha.. yeah, yeah sure." it's almost comical to be frank, that you're barely able to hold on to your sanity whenever he's being this way, does he even realize the extent of his behavior on you? The heat pooling in the pit of your belly or the electrifying throbbing in your deepest depth? Does it ever cross his mind that in moments like these, all you could think about is being trapped beneath his large body while he pounds you into oblivion?

Probably not, luckily..

_ "Denki.." you start cautiously as he plops down on the bed with you, pausing for a bit until hearing the cheerful "huh?" moving past his lips before you decide to carry on, "how was work today?"

He shifts a little to face you and blinks a few times but says nothing, the confusion plastered across his face is understandable though, as he has already answered that same question of yours over dinner just a few hours ago.

_ "Is everything okay sweetheart? Were you not paying attention to me earlier? That's brutal you know." and he finally regains that familiar bright smile you adore.

_ "Of course I was!" you sit up at once, strained shoulders shaking slightly and hands fisting the bedsheet beneath you, "let's just go to sleep okay?" you feign nonchalance and kiss his lips softly before turning on your side and squeezing your eyes shut in a futile attempt to escape the interrogation you know is coming, but for a while it doesn't, coaxing a sigh of relief to leave your chest as you finally start to relax.

_ "Wanna tell me what's going on?"

You were wrong, he will not let it slide easily because he is now pressed up against your back, arms wrapped around your waist and lips ghosting over the reddening shell of your ear, and it's the last thing you need right now.

_ "N.. nothing, nothing's going on, so let's just sleep." and the strangled moan lacing your words does not go unnoticed as he chuckles amusedly in response before sinking his teeth into your soft flesh to bring out an even louder whimper from you.

_ "Oh, I see," it's like a switch has been turned in his brain, and his previously careful hands suddenly became a bit more persistent as they lowered to clutch onto the delicate skin of your thighs, "that's okay love, you don't have to be shy about it."

Your eyes widen and your jaw clenches when he forces your legs apart with one swift flick of his wrist, you wish to scold him for it but your voice refuses to give, and who knows? Maybe it is for the best, because you're sure to humiliate yourself otherwise.

He thinks he's smart, that he understands the state you're in right now but he truly doesn't.. and you just want to laugh at how funny, endearing, and truly embarrassing this makes him look.

_ "So tell me princess, should I carry on?" his teasing words are nothing less than a blissful torture for your ears, you crave hearing more of his nonsense but also wish he would shut up.

_ "Just.. don't stop." you express eagerly and brace yourself for his next move, the throbbing in your core intensifies as he pushes your panties to the side and runs his thumb slowly along your glistening clit.

_ "Oh look at that, you're already wet for me, I wonder why, I only just touched you," he growls smugly and nuzzles your nape before saying, "you love me too much that just having me near is enough to wreck you."

_ "It's not.. what you think." it's really not, his dumb brain is painting a picture that couldn't be further from the truth.

Although you do love him– more than he knows, more than anyone else in the world, what you're experiencing right now is due to something else that you've tried your hardest to hide, but maybe it's time to give in and admit it.

_ "Then tell me what it is." his demand is laced with a smirk that you could perfectly imagine, the words vibrate throughout your body and settle right where his fingers are teasing you relentlessly.

_ "Just.. stop talking and do something!" you're at your limit already, and the stiffness nudging your bum is evidence that he is as well.

_ "You got it sweetheart, fuck.." he struggles to keep his cool while clumsily working on freeing his raging cock.

Ragged breath and impatient grunts are hitting your ear and pushing you closer towards orgasm, and suddenly, nothing is any longer enough to quench your thirst for the man chanting your name over and over again while brushing his leaky tip over your folds, before carefully pushing into your welcoming heat with a satisfied growl.

Finally..

_ "Baby you're so warm.. you feel really good around me." his whines are just above a whisper but you hear them loud and clear.

He sings your praises while setting an unforgiving pace from the get go, but you truly don't mind, if anything, you're yearning for more and are no longer reluctant to ask.

_ "Keep going.. please Denki don't stop! Deeper please.. talk to me, tell me you love me.." you burst out in pleas and reach a shaky arm over your head, threading your fingers through his golden hair and pulling his face even closer to yours.

_ "I love you, of course I love you, fuck.. you're the only one for me.. you make me, ugh damnit.. you make me lose my mind."

You've always loved the sound of his voice, when he's upset or when he's excited, when he's confused or when he's pleased, and especially during his most vulnerable moments, moments like this one, when he'll truthfully tell you anything you wish to know.

_ "I'm so close!" you cry out a warning and arch off his chest as his thrusts turn erratic.

_ "Together sweetheart, let's cum together." he moves a hand down to join the cock drilling into you mercilessly, fingers rubbing on your sensitive clit and delighted moans invading your senses and coaxing shockwaves of pleasure to wash over your shuddering body like a hurricane.

_ "That's it, that's my girl, ugh fuck!" he reluctantly pulls out of you, fisting his pulsating cock until finally bursting all over your thighs.

Silence fills the air for a while, nothing is heard but heavy breaths and stifled whimpers as you both come down from your high, and all you wish for at the moment is to close your eyes and drift off, however..

_ "I kept wondering what turned you on all of a sudden, until you asked me to keep talking to you," he gently turns you around to face him, flushed cheeks and tired smile brightening his handsome face as he playfully slurred the words, "that's interesting." and the teasing continues.

_ "N.. no you're wrong! I was just caught up in the moment." you're fully awake now as you strived to defend yourself, hitting his chest weakly before hiding your face there in shame.

_ "Okay okay I'm sorry," hearty chuckles ripple through him while he held you close, luring a soft giggle past your lips as you finally started to relax, "alright princess I'll tell you what, let's take a little break and then test this theory again shall we?" and he whispers the proposal provocatively, greedy hands already exploring your body, and pulsing cock awakening to rub against your thigh.

You knew from the start, that revealing your secret would be a bad idea and you were right, because the sparkle in his eyes as he's eagerly groping your flesh and sensuously whispering promises of what awaits you, proves it.

[elllisaaa]

PURPLE LIGHTS - L. JOOYEON

dinna's birthday special !

SUMMARY : when you decided to not buy curtains for your bedroom windows, you never thought that it would lead you to finally meet your neighbour.

-> pairing : neighbour!jooyeon x fem!reader

-> words count : 6.3k words

-> genre : strangers-to-lovers, smut, little sprinkle of fluff

-> warnings : switch!jooyeon x switch!reader, masturbation (f. & m.), voyeurism, exihibisionism, making out, dry humping, fingering, nipple play, riding, teasing, dirty talk, swearing, oral (m. receiving), deepthroating, cum play, marking, manhandling, use of 'slut' & 'good girl', rough

+ the way i'm depicting jooyeon does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

-> author's note : here's a little gift for my favourite's girl @joocomics birthday !! i really wanted to celebrate this special day (and to have an excuse to write about jooyeon tbh). i really liked planning the scenario of this fic, and the smut scene is maybe one of my favourite i've ever written. so enjoy, and happy birthday to dinna again, I'm so proud of you and I wish you all the best, love u 💕💕 !

-> playlist : meddle about by chase atlantic - steal the show by shaun & jeff satur - connected by bangchan - watch me burn by michele morrone - i don't need your name by rosenfeld

-> masterlist | xdh masterlist

You’ve never been a big fan of curtains : it was more laundry to do, they were always ugly and they blocked the sunlight too much. You would much rather not hang them and be woken up by the light of the sun rising than having to think about closing them every night. And until this day, you’ve never regretted your choice. You had a paravent for when you needed to change in your room, and anyway, it would be your neighbors fault for looking inside of your apartment. 

You had made it a habit to get off directly when you came home from college. You took a quick shower, ate a snack and got under your covers to use your fingers or your favorite vibrator. Your bed was pushed all the way back against the wall of your room, so it was almost impossible for your neighbors from the building in front of yours to know what you were doing except if they were closely observing your every movement. 

So when you came home on a hot day, after having endured some exhausting classes all day, the least you had to care about was the lack of curtains hanging from the ceiling when you dropped to lay down on your bed. You didn’t even have enough willpower to wash yourself off first, knowing that you would be drenched in sweat by the time you were done anyway because the weather was really too warm. Despite the sun having set for a few hours already, the temperature wouldn’t go down. The room was dark, so you took it upon yourself to at least turn on your purple leds to see what you were doing. 

You were far too horny to think about anything other than getting your relief as you slipped one hand under your skirt, fingers rubbing your clit over the material of your panties. You gasped quietly at the sensation, a fresh new wave of arousal crashing over you as you applied more pressure against the bundle of nerves, causing a moan to slip past your lips. If usually, you loved to tease yourself a bit, right now all you wanted was to finally push your fingers in and get to that orgasm. So you slipped off of your underwear rather quickly, discarding them on the floor beside your bed, your fingers immediately returning to your folds. 

You spread your legs wider as your other hand came down to play with your wet entrance after having sucked on two of your fingers to coat them with your saliva. Though, you might’ve not needed that with how soaked you were. You whimpered to yourself when you pushed the first finger in, doubling the pace of your circles around your clit, matching it with the rhythm of your digit inside. It felt good to finally have something filling you up, to finally have something easing your desire. Without too much thinking, you slipped a second finger in, a real moan tumbling from your lips as you did so. You put more pressure on your clit as you moved your two fingers slowly at first, letting yourself some time to adjust to the little stretch before you picked up your pace again. 

At this point, your eyes were closed shut, and your legs were trembling every time you curled your fingers just right, every time you bumped against your sweet spot. You didn’t try to be quiet - you knew that the walls were pretty thick, and to be honest, you didn’t care at all at this moment - only enjoying the moment, only enjoying how good you were feeling. As you felt yourself get closer, you opened your eyes again, only for a moment, only to fix your pillows and have your back rest against them better so that you could reach a deeper spot, a spot you knew would give you a crazy good orgasm. 

But as you resumed the movements of your fingers inside of your messy cunt, you caught the gaze of your neighbor from the apartment facing yours. Your eyes widened, your first thought being that he just saw you touching yourself. But then you were attracted by the rest of his body, and that’s when you noticed he had his cock out, quickly jerking himself off as he watched you from the other side of the street. Never in a million years did you think that this situation could ever happen to you - let alone that it would turn you even more. But here you were, thrusting your fingers inside of you deeper, squeezing tight around them because the hot guy next door seemed just as gone as you were. 

You couldn’t help but notice how his pretty face was deformed by pleasure, mouth hanging open, and you just had to imagine how his voice must have sounded when he was moaning. But ultimately, you were drawn right back to his hand now moving way faster around his cock, and even from where you were, you could see that his tip was glistening with precum. You could feel yourself get even wetter at the thought of him being right there instead, and you didn’t want to think about why you came harder than ever when you watched him spill his load all over his black shirt, you didn’t want to think about it as you threw your head back, almost crying out from how good you felt. 

You tried to gather your thoughts as you came down from your high, trying to figure out how to handle this situation. But when you looked back at your neighbor's apartment, he had already disappeared. You didn’t know why you were disappointed at this moment, because it was certain that the post-nut clarity would hit the both of you quickly and that it would have been awkward, but still, you went to have your shower with a weird feeling about all of this. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to admit you hadn’t had an orgasm that powerful in ages. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to admit that you unleashed a new kink. Maybe it was because you always watched your neighbor from afar when you put out the trash or went home at the same time and that you thought he was really handsome. Maybe it was all that or maybe that you were just paranoid. 

The next time you got a glimpse of your handsome neighbor, you looked even less put together than  the last time. You were just supposed to throw out your thrash, so you didn’t care enough to dress properly - only wearing your pajama pants and an oversized shirt, your hair a mess. But if you knew you would stumble on your neighbors, dressed with a full black outfit and his hair styled perfectly, maybe you would’ve put in more effort. Though, as soon as you crossed his eyes, you made it a mission to not look at him at all. You could already feel your cheeks heating up when you remembered what happened almost a week ago. 

“- Hi Miss Exhibisionist.”

Suddenly, you could feel his hot breath hitting the back of your neck as you were trying to figure out where to put your empty glass containers, and also trying to not get distracted by the surname he decided to give you. He was so close to you that you could feel his body heat through both of your clothes. You didn’t even turn around to answer, staying focused on your task because you truly didn’t know how you were supposed to act with him.

“- That’s not my name.

- Then what is it ?

- Y/N.

- Nice to officially meet you, Y/N. I’m Jooyeon.”

Once you were done putting your different types of trash into the right bins, you couldn’t avoid him anymore. So you braced yourself and you turned around to face him. It was the first time you were so close to him, so close to his seemingly flawless face. Suddenly, you felt self-conscious about how you must look beside him - you probably resembled a homeless person while he was straight out of a magazine. The only great thing coming out of this interaction was that you finally knew his name.

“- Well, I’m kinda busy, so if you could just move out of my way, Jooyeon.”

A smirk stretched out his lips as you tried to walk past him. You weren’t busy, it was a lie, you just wanted to get away from here because being close to him made you think back to what happened last week and it was clearly not a good idea to focus on that right now. 

“- Oh, darling, I’m disappointed. I thought you would at least be nicer after putting on such a show for me…”

Your cheeks heated up immediately at hearing Jooyeon mentioning it so casually, as if it was nothing. The way he was looking at you with this annoyingly attractive cheeky grin made your insides swirl but it also pissed you off a little. He was acting as if he hated all this when he probably liked it even more than you, when he was the pervert for looking in the first place - and no, you will not mention that the fact that he was watching you did made you cum harder.

“- If you didn’t want to see, you just had to stop looking at me like a creep.”

You tried to bypass him again but Jooyeon was quicker than you. He grabbed on your arm, pulling you close to him while his other hand got more adventurous and slid down to your waist. You wanted to remain calm and collected but it was hard when your handsome neighbor was obviously flirting with you, it was hard when you wanted to be mad at him but couldn’t with how fast he made your heart beat. 

“- A creep ? You seemed to like this creep watching you a lot though, didn’t you Miss Exhibitionist ?

- You didn’t seem to hate it either, smarty pants.

- You’re pretty but you can bite, uh ?

- Take care, I’m wilder than I look.

- Yeah ? I would love for you to show me that too.”

You were hypnotized by the way he was looking at you, and your eyes flicked down to his lips just for a second, but it was second enough for Jooyeon to notice. His smirk only grew wider as he started to lean down. And then the door of the bin storage flew open, forcing you to come back to reality. One of your neighbors entered the room, without a care in the world for what Jooyeon and you were previously doing, the old lady only throwing you a dirty glance because you were apparently on her way. You took this as an opportunity to run away, not turning around but now clearly picturing Jooyeon’s grin as he watched you go.

It wasn’t a good idea to get involved with him, you knew it. If you were logical, you knew nothing about him except that he was apparently making music because you often saw him with a bass and one of his friends came over all the time with a guitar. You knew nothing about him except that he seemed to be a voyeurist and that he was really beautiful. It wasn’t a good idea to let him mess up with your head and get into your pants so easily. Though, you couldn’t stop your mind from going back to him every time you had nothing to think about, and it wasn’t unpleasant at all to imagine his fingers replacing yours when you were touching yourself at night. 

Sometimes, you did wish that he would interrupt one of your sessions again. Sometimes, you did glance at his apartment before laying down on your bed, hoping that he was home. Sometimes, you did stare at him through his windows, watching him pace around in his living room with only a pair of gray sweatpants on and drooling over his sculpted body. Sometimes, you did think that it wasn’t such a bad idea to maybe let him in for more. 

However, you were so busy with college and work - not a lie this time - that you had barely any time to regret not giving Jooyeon a chance. You were still trying to catch him walking through his kitchen sometimes, but it was only because it became some kind of habit by now, and you didn’t even felt guilty about it anymore - he was the one who started it after all. 

“- Hi, I’ll take an iced latte with vanilla syrup and soya milk, for here please.

- Miss Exhibisionist ?”

You quickly raised your head from your phone when you heard the familiar surname, eyes falling on Jooyeon who was standing behind the counter, his smirk already tugging at the corner of his lips despite his evident surprise. 

“- Smarty pants… Glad to see you actually have a life outside of spying on me, but could you take my order ? I have things to do. 

- Always busy, uh ? What are you doing to be so unavailable all the time ?”

Jooyeon spared you one last glance as he finally taped your order on the screen in front of him. You looked around the coffee shop, glad that you arrived before the usual wave of people that came here to study after classes. You personally never really went to cafés but you needed to get away from either your apartment and the campus so you figured that it would be a good idea to test something new.

“- College, my major is biology. Try to have a social life with that.”

Your neighbor chuckled as he took one cup from the pile in front of him, writing your name on it before passing it to his colleague. And you found yourself thinking that he was really cute when he was smiling like that, his eyes almost disappearing and his shoulders slightly shaking. He brushed one hand through his hair as he tapped something else on his screen before looking back at you.

“- So that’s why you need to relax ?”

And then his teasing self was back, and so was the blush covering your cheeks. You started to rummage through your bag to avoid his intense gaze, busing your mind to stop thinking about another way to relax with him.

“- You could say that I guess. How much do I owe you ?

- Nothing, darling. It’s on me, as an apology for being a creep. Your order will be ready at the counter right there.”

Jooyeon winked at you as you moved to the side, letting the girl behind you go up to order too. You almost didn’t hear the other guy calling for you as he handed you your coffee. You went to settle at a table at the back of the place to be sure that you wouldn’t be bothered too much and you finally took a look at the name Jooyeon wrote on your cup.

Miss Exihibisionist. 

You glanced back at him, but he was already staring your way, his grin returning on his face as you mouthed “Smarty pants” at him. And this time, you couldn’t help the smile that stretched out your lips as you opened your laptop to try and get some work done. Surprisingly, you were able to complete this assignment you were struggling with for the past few days, and you even had the time to go over some of your notes and make them look clearer, which was a miracle for a week day as you were often only able to do that on the weekends. 

You were pulled out of your work by someone lightly tapping on your shoulder, and you were so immersed in your music that you didn’t even noticed that someone was coming your way, causing you to jump in your place as you slid off your headphones and turned your head to discover that Jooyeon was standing by your side, an apologetic smile on his face.

“- Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you.

- No, it’s okay, I was just surprised.

- I’m gonna close the café soon, so I don’t want to interrupt you but…”

As you finally took the time to look around, you observed that you were in fact the last customer of the café. You simply nodded at Jooyeon and got up to pack up your things, not wanting to hold him back at work more than he needed. 

“- Yeah, no problem. I didn’t realize it was that late, sorry.

- I figured, you seemed very concentrated, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

You raised your head and caught a glimpse of Jooyeon putting the chairs on top of the tables so that the morning shift would just have to swipe the floors quickly. You could feel your heart flutter at his carefulness. So not only was he a musician, a handsome man with a pretty cock (from what you had seen) but he was also nice ? If you weren’t cautious, you might want to fall in love because Jooyeon revealed to be exactly your type. You put your pencil case back in your bag before hanging it on your shoulder and heading for the door when you were interrupted again by the voice you were starting to get familiar with.

“- Wait, Y/N. I’m almost done, and it’s already dark outside, so let me walk you home, yeah ?”

You turned around to look at him, and again, you just nodded. And again, this beautiful smile of his took over his features as he untied his apron.

“- I’ll be back in a minute.”

You waited for Jooyeon by the door, answering to some texts you had received during your study session while he was getting his things in the back. He came back with his jacket put on and his backpack hanging from one of his shoulders, two packets of pastries in his hands. You followed him outside, and let him lock the front door before you finally started to walk toward your building. 

“- These are for you. We had a lot of left-over pastries today, and if no one takes them when leaving, they’re going to trash so I hope you have a sweet-tooth.”

You took the bag he handed you, the sugary smell of the frostage mixed with the one of chocolate already making you drool. It wasn’t polite to just bite down on one of the cakes in front of him, but you were barely resisting the urge because you were starving, your last meal being the lunch you had midday. You smiled at him as a thank you, a genuine smile that got to your eyes.

“- That’s adorable, thank you.”

And the silence fell back on the two of you. It was both comfortable and awkward. You wanted to strike up a conversation with him, but when walking in the dark, alone with him, the memories from almost a month ago were as vivid as ever. 

“- So, you work at the café full-time ?”

It was lame, but it was the only subject of discussion you could manage to find without coming back to this day again. But Jooyeon actually seemed pleased to answer, his shoulders relaxing a bit as he plunged his hands in the pockets of his jacket. 

“- No, only part time. It’s just a way to have enough money to pay my rent and the groceries, even if I grew to love the job, it’s not what I want to do with my life.

- And what is your dream then ?

- Music. 

- I could’ve guessed.”

Jooyeon quickly glanced at you, his eyes widening in surprise. And it was his turn to feel his heart beat faster at the fact that you had noticed that about him even if it was only your first real conversation. 

“- How ? Are you a witch ?

- Maybe, who knows ?

- I’ll take care to not piss you off then, I don’t want you to cast a spell on me.”

You giggled at his joke, and the grin that stretched his lips was starting to get more attractive and less annoying as time went on.

“- Seriously, I often see you with your bass, and there’s this guy who always comes by with a guitar. It was an easy guess.

- So that means you’re spying on me too, Miss Exibitionist ?”

You couldn’t help the blush that crept up on your cheeks and neck, and you wondered if he would ever stop having that effect on you one day. You looked down at your feet, trying to avoid both his gaze and the fact that you were almost there. Because, strangely enough, you didn’t want this moment to end, you wanted to keep talking to him, you wanted to know more about him. 

“- In your dreams, Smarty pants.

- You really don’t know how to lie, darling. That’s cute.”

The compliment left you a blushing mess, your heart missing a beat everytime your hand brushed against Jooyeon’s fingers as you both walked slower now that you could see your building from where you were. You didn’t want this night to end yet, but maybe it was ambitious of you to think that anything could happen between you and him so soon. Though, you didn’t think that you read all the signs wrong, so why not shoot your shot after all ?

“- Wanna know the truth then ?

- Go on, that's all I’ve been waiting for.”

You took a breath before stopping in front of your building door (an exit if it didn’t end like you wished for), keeping eye-contact with him as you spilled everything.

“- I liked it when you watched me, I liked it everytime you teased me, and if we hadn’t been interrupted, I probably would’ve let you kiss me last time. I kept looking at you because I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened and I wished you could’ve caught me again. Maybe I am the creep in the end.”

Jooyeon stayed quiet for a few seconds, and you were already about to apologize for being so straightforward and making things weird when he cupped your face in between his hands and crashed his lips against yours. It was your turn to be surprised, eyes widening and your hands falling on his shoulders because you didn’t know what to do with them. But as Jooyeon moved his lips against yours, you slowly melted in the kiss, your arms going to wrap around his neck and pulling him even closer to you as you kissed him back just as fervently. 

“- I’ve wanted to do that ever since I got a glimpse of your pretty pussy, darling. I couldn’t stop thinking about you either, you were always in my mind, driving me fucking crazy. 

- Please, Jooyeon, don’t tease anymore.

- I’ll tease you another time. Right now, I just want you. Come back to my place ?

- Fuck, yes, I can’t wait anymore.”

Jooyeon laughed at your eagerness, grabbing your hand to lead you to the entrance of his building, quickly pushing you into the elevator and not even waiting for the doors to close to attack your lips again. You were pressed between his body and the wall, his fingers tracing a line from your knee to your inner thigh over the thighs you were wearing with your skirt, soft gasps escaping the both of you as your tongues found each other.

You barely registered the sound of the elevator doors opening, only acknowledging that you were at Jooyeon’s floor when he detached himself from you and held your hand again to guide you to his apartment. His hands were shaking a little as he unlocked the door, and you couldn’t help but think that there definitely was a cuter side to him. A side you will not search for tonight apparently as he lifted you in his arms as soon as he closed the door behind him, carrying you to his bedroom with ease, his lips never leaving yours. He sat down on his bed, letting you straddle his lap, his boner pressing against your clothed heat.

“- You’re so pretty Y/N… I couldn’t help myself when I saw you this day, couldn’t detach my eyes from you.

- I’m glad you didn’t. I loved it.

- I could tell.”

His teasing smile was starting to drive you insane, and you cupped his face and captured his lips again to shut him up, which Jooyeon wasn’t mad about because he was already addicted to your taste. His hands went to take a hold of your waist, encouraging you to rock your hips against him. He let out a low groan at the friction, and you immediately drowned out his sound in your mouth, swallowing your own whines of pleasure. Without any words, Jooyeon took advantage of his strength to change the position and lay you down on his mattress, expertly starting to undress you, his eyes devouring every new part of your bare skin that was exposed to him.

“- Not fair, get rid of some clothes too.”

Jooyeon chuckled at the way you were pouting, trying to push away his jacket that he didn’t care enough to take off before taking you to his room. 

“- Eager, are we darling ?

- Shut up, you’re the one who couldn’t keep his hands for himself in the elevator. 

- Touché.”

He grinned at you as he discarded his clothes one by one, too slowly to your liking, but at the same time you were drinking in his toned body, your mind already drifting to all the ways you wanted him to ruin you, to all the ways you wanted to worship him. 

“- Happy now ?

- Very. Come here.”

Jooyeon didn’t waste any more time to get on top of your now naked body again, his lips crashing on yours for the ninth time of the night. But you weren’t going to complain, especially not when he started to let his hands wander around, his feather-like touches brushing against your hips, your shoulders, your collarbone and your stomach, leaving you shivering and yearning for more. At this point, Jooyeon was too impatient to let things drag even more, sneaking one of his hands between your thighs and groaning when he found you already wet for him.

In any other circumstances, you would’ve certainly felt ashamed of how excited you were, but considering that Jooyeon had already seen a lot for someone you barely knew, the embarrassment quickly died and pleasure took over you as his thumb circled your clit slowly, but applying enough pressure to make your head spin and get some whines to slip past your lips. Jooyeon didn’t know whether he wanted to focus on your gorgeous face or on the way your pussy was glistening, literally dripping for him in a way that made him hungry, hungry for you, hungry for your taste. 

“- You’re gonna let me touch your pretty cunt, darling ?

- Yes, please…

- Good girl.”

The nickname paired with one of his fingers sliding inside of you made you moan out. Your thighs tried to close on their own, but Jooyeon was quick to pin one of your legs down, keeping you in place for him to thrust his finger slowly. 

“- Feels good ? 

- Hm, yeah, give me another one.

- You’re so greedy for my fingers, baby. It’s cute.”

You didn’t have the mind to find something clever to answer him when he pushed another finger inside of you, eliciting another moan from you. You couldn’t tell him that you actually touched yourself several times to the thought of his fingers replacing yours. You couldn’t tell him how bad you had wished this would come true. But from the way you were clenching around his fingers, Jooyeon understood, his pretty grin not leaving his lips as he bent down to kiss and mark your neck.

“- Jooyeon…

- My name’s sounds so good in your mouth, fuck…”

If anything, your little whimpers only encouraged him to speed up his movements, lewd noises from how wet you were echoing through the room as Jooyeon silenced his own sounds by sucking some hickeys on your collar bones. And then, he let his mouth wander lower, his lips closing around your right nipple, his eyes never leaving yours as he licked it. You could feel his smile against your skin when you moaned louder, your hands flying to his head and tangling in between his blond strands of hair. 

“- I’m close, I’m gonna cum.”

Jooyeon groaned around your left nipple that he decided to attack too, keeping up the rhythm of his fingers and only slightly changing the angle of his hand so that his palm would put pressure on your clit too. Being stimulated from so many different areas at the same time brought you right to the edge, and you only needed one more push of his fingers inside of you to cum, your whole body trembling as Jooyeon tried to keep his pace steady, only coming at a stop when you pried him away from you. And he made a show of lifting his hand up to his mouth, licking his fingers clean from your release, intentionally moaning when he did so just to see you bite down on your lips and look at him with lust playing in your eyes. 

“- You taste so good, shit… I’ll never get enough of that.”

This time, it was on your lips that a smirk grew, knowing that you had the power to ruin him with only your pussy. So when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to be able to kiss him again, it was not entirely innocent, only meant to make him lose his mind a little bit more. And you succeeded ; soon enough, Jooyeon was moaning into your mouth as you let your hands roam around his body, his own unable to detach themselves from your curves either. 

“- Let me ride you, please, I wanna make you feel good too.

- Anything you want, darling.”

Jooyeon let you get on top of him, his hands immediately taking a hold of your waist as you started to grind against his rock hard cock. It was pretty, and you couldn’t wait for the moment you would have it inside of you, but it was only fair that you teased him a little too. 

“- You’re so wet Y/N, so damn wet for me right ?

- You think it’s for you ?

- Yeah, I do. Don’t pretend you weren’t crying for my fingers two minutes ago, darling.”

For once, his grin quickly disappeared as you sank down on him as soon as he finished talking, desire taking over his features and his eyes closing shut as he tried to conceal the fact that he was deep inside of you, your velvety walls squeezing him so tight he could barely think anymore. 

“- F-Fuck… You can’t do that baby…

- Why not ? Can’t handle my pussy, Smarty pants ?

- Take care, Miss Exhibisinist, you’re the one that will end up begging by the end of the night if you don’t watch your mouth.”

But again, you were the one to shut him up this time as you slowly got up and dropped back on his cock, forcing another moan out of him, his hands gripping hard on your waist. You knew he could overpower you so easily if he wanted to, but right now, he seemed helpless underneath you, his breath hitching in his throat as you started to roll your hips in a way that made him feel like he was seeing heaven. 

“- Not so cocky now, uh ?

- Shut up.”

But Jooyeon wasn’t convincing anymore with the way he tried to conceal his moans by biting his lips every time you dropped down on his dick. He felt so good inside of you, his length able to reach so deep you weren’t sure if you could go back to your stupid toys ever again. Your hands found his waist and you rested them there as you leaned down to kiss on his neck, spending a little more time on his prominent Adam's apple that had been driving you crazy since the first day. His grip on your hips tightened again, and he threw his head back at the change of angle and rhythm - you were going slower, but deeper, allowing him to feel every inch of your tight cunt and he was losing his mind.

“- Y/N…

- My name sounds so good in your mouth…”

The sly smirk on your lips as you whispered the words right back at him in his ears was what did it for him. Jooyeon had enough of you playing with him, he wanted to have his fun too. As if you weighed nothing, he easily lifted you from his cock and threw you on the mattress, maneuvering you into the position he wished - your head buried into his pillow, ass up for him to slap and relishing in the way you whined loudly. 

“- Don’t scream like that except if you want everyone to know that you’re a slut darling.

- Joo, please… 

- Please what ? Use your words.

- Please, just fuck me, please, I need you…

- Much better, good girl.”

It was the second time he gave you this nickname, you were probably never going to get used to the way it made your insides swirl. And especially not when Jooyeon pushed his cock inside of you at the same time, forcing you to bite down on his pillow to quiet down your noises. His iron grip on your waist only added to the mess in between your thighs, and the way he was panting and moaning with each one of his powerful thrust didn’t help to calm you down either. 

“- Shit… You’re taking me so good baby, it’s like you were made for me. Prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.”

He punctuated his sentence by another slap to your cheeks, bringing tears to your eyes and making you clench around him again. You were so fucked out at this point that the only thing going through your mind was Jooyeon and the way he was smoothly aiming for your sweet spot with each one of his thrust, the filthy sound of his skin slapping against yours pushing you closer to the edge. 

“- Harder, please… 

- You want it harder ?”

And he did pounded into you harder, your voice cracking as you screamed his name louder than you thought yourself capable of.

“- Like this darling ?”

His pace picked up again, one hand against the back of your neck to keep you in place and let him fuck you rough, his own moans mixing with your weak mewls.

“- Yes, yes… So good, Joo…”

He couldn’t even bring himself to feel proud about the way he ruined you, too lost himself in the way you were clenching around him for any coherent thought to pass by his brain anymore, only wanting to make you cum around him. And it wasn’t long before you whined louder, your body trembling in his hands as you closed your eyes shut, pleasure coursing through your veins like never before. Jooyeon tried to hold on as much as he could, slowly dragging his cock inside of you to prolong your orgasm but the way you got impossibly tighter around him was the death of him.

“- Fuck, I need to cum too baby. Where do you want it ?”

You turned your head to the side as best as you could to look at him, your hair sticking to your forehead due to how sweaty you were but the intensity of your gaze was enough for Jooyeon to feel his stomach clench.

“- In my mouth, gonna work my witch magic on you.

- Fuck, yeah, do whatever you want to me.”

The lazy smile on your lips as Jooyeon pulled out of you and you crawled to him turned him on beyond what he thought was possible. When you were close enough, you didn’t lose any more time and put his pretty cock in your mouth, licking him clean of your own essence. The moan he let out could only be described as sinful, tempting. And it was enough to spur you on to relax your throat enough to bury the rest of his length inside of your mouth. It only took one swipe of your tongue to the side of his cock, one glance at your pretty doe eyes looking up at him, at your mouth full of him for Jooyeon to cum too. And like the good girl you were for him, you swallowed it all, licking your lips clean of the last remains of his release while he stared at you, hypnotized. 

“- God, you’re too good at this…”

You chuckled as you kissed him, and Jooyeon happily welcomed you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“- Glad to know that you liked it.

- That’s an understatement. Do I need to show you how grateful I am ?”

You hit his shoulder playfully at the double meaning of his words, but you couldn’t stop the smile that took over your face. Jooyeon pushed away a strand of your messy hair, tucking it behind your ear. And suddenly, you could feel that the atmosphere had shifted. The next kiss you shared was much more intimate, much more telling than whatever word you could’ve told each other. You let yourself melt in his embrace, and when he locked his eyes with yours again, you weren’t surprised by the soft look on his face - even if it did make your heart skip a beat. 

“- Go out on a date with me, Y/N. I don’t want this to be only a one-night stand.

- Me neither. I’ll go on a date with you.”

And Jooyeon’s gummy smile as you kissed his cheeks to seal your deal was really all you needed to warm your lonely nights. You had never been more glad to not have hung up some curtains on your windows.

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Hello! I’m not sure if you take requests but I’d love to see a Joel x M reader fic where Joel’s only started to experiment with his sexuality and reader is a long time friend of his who he’s confided in.

Maybe they sit down on the couch, have a few beers, and watch the game and Joel attempts to give reader a blowjob for the first time??

Again, I have no idea if you take requests so please feel free to ignore this if I’ve overstepped

Show me how to love you

Joel Miller x Male!Reader [Pre-outbreak]

Word Count: 4134

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, denial of feelings, implied switch!Joel, come eating, blowjob, masturbation, slight internalised homophobia. also bisexual!joel referencing his ex-wife and Tess but this is 100% reader focused.

Notes: hello anon! never apologise! i love requests and you're my first one. they're always welcome, and this got me out of my writing slump so thank you!! i also apologise, i have only played the video games and i haven't seen show. so if this feels a bit ooc, it's because i'm going off of my experience with the games. i tried my best :)

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Joel Miller is not a man who understands relationships well. Nor has he ever been good with them. He keeps to himself, choosing to remain closed off. Each offer for a coffee after school drop off ends or dinner at one of the nicer restaurants around town are all turned down with a tone that’s polite enough and borders on cold for anyone who doesn’t know him well enough. Emotionally unavailable, one of the women from the school’s mothers group had called him. He supposes there’s some truth to it. Joel is a man who swore never again to wear his heart on his sleeve after all.

It’s for a good cause, he tells himself. Sarah doesn’t need the stress of meeting a new woman, nor the inconsistency of being placed second in priority to any potential girlfriend. Not his babygirl. Joel is a dad now, a single dad. And he’s made peace with that. At least that’s what he tells himself each night. Maybe Sarah does want that female role model to call ‘mom’ at the end of the day and cheer her on at soccer practice beside Joel. He’s buried that long before he can ever begin to answer that question. 

He has his routine now, settled comfortably into the role of single dad. Bedtimes set, school lunches packed, laundry folded, in the car for school by seven-thirty in the morning. It’s not exciting but it's fulfilling. And that’s more than he can ask for right now. He tells himself there’s no room for anything extra in his day.

But as Joel watches Tommy and Maria, he can’t help but think about it. He’s lonely. The two of them leave a heavy feeling in his chest, like he’s stuck behind a shield of glass. Forever believing he’ll be unable to find the kind of connection he’d once known. It’s a far cry to hope for anything remotely similar to what his brother and Maria have. That feeling of security, domesticity, comfort. A pang of guilt hits him as he remembers the way Tess walked out the door and out of his life after the third attempt of trying to make it work. Both of them were unable to convince each other that they were anything more than friends. But that’s all far away now, faded memories and the phantom feeling of kisses he’d felt a long time ago. 

He can live with that, he tells himself. But it starts to feel less and less convincing each day that passes.

Joel hasn’t had sex with someone in well over a year. That number grows to be even greater for anyone who managed to stay longer than one night. He’s taken to sleeping in the middle of the bed, a book stacked on each bedside, collecting dust as the nights are spent alone thinking up at the ceiling. His home is sparsely decorated, with no one waiting for him at the end of a hard day’s work to tell him the house needs a spring clean or some serious redecorating. The divorce papers left on the kitchen counter from Sarah’s mother were merely just the nail in the coffin for Joel’s lackluster love life. 

It’s harder when Sarah is at school. The house is dreadfully empty, quiet. He considered getting a dog, if only to hear an extra set of footsteps in the house. The only real respite from his restless mind these days are your visits. Whether it’s meeting at the steakhouse for dinner, the weekly football game, or Tommy’s barbecue that Joel insists you tag along to for the sake of his sanity. You are one of the few people that doesn't make Joel feel lonely. He doesn’t look at you and yearn, he feels safe enough to lean on you, to confide in you over a beer and a good laugh. His best friend.

Whether it’s the stress of work or his struggles with the women in his life, or lack thereof, Joel knows he can trust you. Not once have you laughed or dismissed his emotions, even when it takes him half an hour of stubborn emotional inner conflict to admit he’s terribly lonely. You’ve always listened, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder with a firm squeeze. Stable. That’s what you are. The touch you provide easing all of Joel’s worries. You understand him, you’re all he needs.

And you’re great with kids, with Sarah. He trusts you more than he’s willing to admit.

Whenever Tommy needs to whisk him away for an extra hand on fixing up the porch or finishing up whatever project he’s working on, Joel can always rest easy when you agree to babysit for the night and watch over her. There’s never any nerves when he gives you the keys before he waves goodbye. You are Joel’s longest and closest friend. You’re as much family to him as Tommy or Maria.

Only you can make his heart feel warm when he comes through the door well past midnight, just to find you asleep in front of the television with Sarah dozing beside you. Empty cups of hot chocolate sit on the coffee table and her head is pillowed on your shoulder. The sounds of your snores drowning out the movie. 

Joel always notices the smell of home cooked dinner that lingers in the house, and the spare plate you leave for him to eat later. Or the way your boots are plonked alongside his and Sarah’s at the door, coated in a layer of damp snow. You’re an integral part of Joel’s life, of Joel himself. 

The next morning, when he watches you get back in your pickup and pull out of his driveway with a wave to him and Sarah, Joel silently wonders what it would be like if you lived together.

– 

School’s back in swing from the holidays, the cooler weather bringing along the ever-present loneliness now that Sarah is out for most of the day. Even at work, it’s barely enough to keep his agitated mind at bay. Too much free time to think now that he’s not playing board games and watching movies during the break.

He waits in the car outside of the gates, the heater keeping him warm whilst he waits to pick up his daughter once the bell rings. Joel’s fingers rub over the worn leather on the steering wheel as the engine hums silently in the background. It’s boring, he thinks, tilting his wrist to recheck the time on his watch. It’s been three minutes since he last checked. He sighs, rubbing a tired hand over his face, thumb brushing over the stubble on his chin. Sitting idle with his thoughts is not Joel’s forte and yet he finds himself doing it whenever he’s alone.

It’s really an afterthought when his eyes drift over towards two men walking across the street, unimposing and going about their day. With a coffee in hand, they walk towards the direction of Joel. it’s not until he notices their free hands are intertwined with each other’s, engrossed in an effortless conversation. He wonders what they’re talking about.

They look like old lovers, not youngsters in their twenties. But it’s the ease in which they walk hand in hand with each other, comfortable and light, that has Joel’s chest aching, a sour feeling settling over him. Their eyes hold so much affection for one another, like their whole world is standing right next to them. An everyday intimacy Joel has long forgotten about.

The brunette laughs at something the redhead says, his head falling back to reveal a faint mark that peeks out of the collar of his shirt. He can almost picture how it was put there, placed along the curve of the brunette’s neck. Something heated, warm and passionate underneath the cover of darkness, pressed against the heat of a mattress. Or maybe it was something far softer; a press of lips against warm skin and stubble. Protected under the early morning sunshine that filters through the window.

He tries to visualise it in his mind, but it’s blurry. Joel understands the basics of two men together, but the details elude him. It’s not something he ever thought it was worth thinking about. He’s never been in a situation where he’s on the receiving end of another man’s attention. Except for that one dreadful time at the pub when he had been oblivious to the flirty words of another patron at the bar.

You had laughed, warm and rumbly from your chest after Joel sat down beside you with your drinks, unaware that the entire interaction had been an attempt to get his number.

Joel watches as the brunette and the redhead pass by his car, the fog seemingly to clear and the moment is lost. Reality crashes back down at the sound of the door opening and closing as Sarah hops into the backseat of the car, shaking off her jacket. The image is gone, but the ache in his chest never truly fades. 

“Hey kiddo, how was school?”

–

The image of the couple remains with Joel well into the months passing. Winter has truly settled in now. With frost coating the windows, the shovel taken out of the cupboard and left by the door for everyday use, a snowman guarding the front lawn. Joel finds himself making hot chocolates for Sarah and trying hopelessly to stitch up the holes in her coats and beanies. 

It’s in the dead of night, when he’s alone under a layer of warm blankets, whiskey settling heavy in his gut to compliment the hum of arousal that simmers and brews away. Joel slides a hand under his boxers, pushing past the waistband. It’s a feeling so foreign with just how long it's been. 

He lets his mind wander, trying to think of long hair, sticky lipstick and scented perfume that borders on too sweet– relying on the same old fantasies which stopped feeling exciting years ago but that get the job done. He wraps a hand around himself, arching slightly as precum makes the slide over his cock easier. Joel bites his lip, brow furrowed as his imagination gives way to the thought of a solid chest, the sprinkle of hair across warm skin that trails down to a navel. The scrape of stubble over his inner thighs, leaving kisses and marks in their wake. It's easier to picture than he assumed, the roughness of his own palm gifting the illusion he’s not alone. Perhaps it’s one of the other single dad’s, or the lad who works over at the hardware store, or you.

Heat pools in his stomach at the thought of you, his best friend. 

“Ngh, fuck.” he mumbles.

Joel thumbs the slit, his cock twitching in his hand as he imagines you next to him, your weight settled on top of him like a security blanket as he chokes back a moan and gives himself over to you.

A hand covers his mouth as his orgasm hits suddenly, far closer to the edge than he thought he was. His chest heaves and his thighs shake as he rides out the strongest orgasm he’s had in a long time. Come coats his fist as he strokes himself, grinding up into his palm to draw out the last of his pleasure.

In the darkness of his room alone, all sated and spent, Joel brings his palm up and licks the come off his hand whilst it’s still warm. For a moment, he can pretend it's yours.

–

When he sees you for the weekly game that plays on cable, Joel’s stomach all but drops and guilt washes over him and settles uncomfortably in his chest. He takes it all back. Feeling lonely and wanting is far better than whatever feelings he’s holding for you. It’s more than just your looks, he realises. Joel really loves you. He feels safe with you, enough to be vulnerable and confide his turmoils with. The thought of ever telling you what’s going on in head scares him shitless.

As you walk into Joel’s house, it’s warm and inviting. Enough to strip your coat, shaking it off to remove the excess snow. Joel’s left space for you in his life, an extra space on the coat hanger by the door, a dozen eggs instead of six, an extra beer placed in the fridge. Little things you’ve noticed. You occupy his living room, his kitchen and now almost always, you take pride and place in his bedroom when he’s alone at night.

Joel watches as you sit next to him on the couch, hyper aware of the space between you two, or lack thereof. He tries to focus on the game. The cheering, the scorecard, the pass of the ball from player to player, but it all feels a million miles away. You, however, feel all too close and Joel feels like he’s about to say something stupid.

“You okay?” You ask softly, breaking the silence of the room. He watches you turn towards him, shifting on the couch with your beer balanced on your knee. You’ve always listened to him, given him the space he needs to talk if he wants. Joel almost hates the soft gentle tone of your voice, it makes him want to tell you everything.

“Yeah, ‘m good.” He says, it sounds unconvincing even to his own ears. “Just stressed with work and Sarah’s school and stuff..”

You know he’s lying. Joel’s never stressed about work, the tasks come easy to him, working away with his hands helps him think rather than stress. And he takes to looking after Sarah like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Of course he worries like any dad would, but it’s not like him to get all quiet and fidgety through a football game.

“Alright.” Your voice is gentle, understanding he doesn’t want to talk about it. You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, squeezing in reassurance. Trying to convey without words that you’ve got him, that he’s not alone.

Joel’s quiet for a long time, but the way he leans into your touch doesn't go unnoticed. The game rumbles in the background, both of you watching it and neither paying attention.

“Have you ever… have you ever been with a man?” Joel asks, awkward and shaky. Uncertain. His arms folded over his chest as he shuffles uncomfortably, silently scolding himself for asking outright. But how else was he supposed to say it?

You can hear the tremble in his voice, the underlying fear written within the words. Unsaid and yet read all the same. Joel knows you’re more accepting than most, there’s been countless instances throughout your friendship to suggest you’d have no problem with such a question. And yet the man who is a born and bred Texan, who knows the way neighbours talk and strangers stare. His mind falls back to the brunette and the redhead, and the kind of things they must have to face.

“Yeah, I have.” You nod, your expression soft as you see the range of emotions crossing over his face. Shock, relief, confusion and fear.

“You have?” Joel asks in disbelief, like he won’t believe it until he’s heard it again. You’d tell him a million times if you had to. “How did you know…? That you were interested, I mean.”

“Well,” You start, a hand rubbing over your chin. “I kind of figured it out when I was real young, you know, a boy in my class, the neighbour's son, that kind of thing. But I didn’t really get it all figured out till I got to college. You know how the south is.”

“Yeah… I know.” Joel nods solemnly, it’s something he’s been thinking about over and over for months now. He opens his mouth, ready to speak and then a beat later not so ready. Joel closes his mouth, fidgets awkwardly under the silence. He doesn’t know what to do with the information of knowing that you, his best friend, have probably already gone through all the inner turmoil he has right now. But you’ve come out the other side, comfortable with yourself all these years later. Joel would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous.

“Is that why you’ve been so stressed lately?” You ask, watching as Joel nods and takes a swig of the beer, wishing it was whiskey.

“You know you don’t have to hide how you’re feeling with me, Joel.” You place a gentle hand on his elbow, the touch grounding and Joel realises how desperately he needs to let it out. He’s held it in for far too long.

“I know, it’s just-” Joel cuts himself off, frustrated with himself that he can’t confide in you how he usually does. He needs you, your comfort. The normalcy you bring. “It’s something I've been thinkin’ about for a while now. But it ain’t as simple as just acting on it.”

Your hand moves up from his elbow to his shoulder again, your thumb brushing over the warm skin of his neck where the collar of his shirt ends. He shivers slightly, the touch lovely and cosy with the cold weather raging outside. Joel looks down at your hand on his shoulder. Then to your face where his eyes trail down to your lips.

Oh, you think. Realize. You know that look. Joel’s clearly thought about it and he’s thought about you specifically. There’s a hint of vulnerability and guilt in his eyes, his expression so raw. Like he’s finally decided to drop that emotional stoicism and reach a hand out for you.

The empty beer bottles are put down on the coffee table, as you turn to face Joel. One hand gently coming up to cup his cheek as the anticipation builds.

“Can I?” You ask softly, not wanting to break the fragile moment.

“Please.” Joel nods, and you lean forward. Lips press against lips and you feel the bristling of his stubble against your own as he leans into the kiss. His hands hesitate against the couch, curled into fists before he relaxes into the feel of your hands against his cheeks and your lips parting to feel each other more.

Your tongue swipes across his teeth and you feel the vibration of his moan as he opens his mouth and lets you explore your mouth. Joel’s hands unclench from the couch and he holds onto your shirt, pulling you closer so your legs start to tangle as you both spread out on the couch. When you pull away for breath, Joel is panting against your lips, the tip of his nose brushing over your cheek in a warm gesture.

“Too much?” You ask, not wanting to push him too far too soon. 

He shakes his head, still holding onto your shirt as if he’s afraid to let go. “No, not at all.”

You kiss him once, and then again. Then, before you know it, the halftime break is up and the game resumes in the background, but it’s lost on you both. The feeling of Joel pressed against you, the low thrum of arousal that grows between you. It’s far better than any game going on.

Joel slides down off the couch, and for a moment you think he’s fallen with the way he settles on his knees with a soft thud. But as he looks up at you, his chin resting on your leg, you know he went there willingly.

“Can I?” He says softly. Now it’s his turn to ask you, to want to be given permission as he tugs at your jeans slightly.

“You don’t have to–”

“I want to.” Joel says, shaking his head as he looks up at you with more certainty than he’s shown all night.

He’s wanted this for months now, the feel of another man. And yet, Joel is ill prepared for the intimacy of the moment. The warmth of your skin, the scent of sweat and arousal. The way your fingers slide through his short, shabby hair, guiding him down onto your length for the first time. You moan softly, hands cradling his head as he takes your into his mouth. God that’s good. Both of you are lost in the sensation of the other. The feel of your cock, warm and heavy under his tongue. And the warmth in your gut as Joel licks away the precum that beads from your tip.

The faint flicker of blue light from the game in the background bounces off his hair, catching the dark strands and illuminates a faint silver glow. A halo of soft light around his curls and the shadows cast over the curve of his nose as he looks up at you, the head of your cock swallowed around his lips. It’s intoxicating and you can’t help but moan at the sight of Joel below you.

Arousal settles in his belly, the strain of his own erection pushing at the zipper of his jeans. But Joel barely passes a thought for his own pleasure, instead captivated by the jut of your hips as you begin to thrust shallowly into his mouth.

“Steady, there you go baby.” You drawl, your voice heavy with arousal. Just the sight of Joel between your legs, moaning on your cock is enough to make you feel close. He gets too ahead of himself, too desperate and eager to feel you as he tries to take you all the way down. A gag is torn from him, and he can’t help but drool and splutter, pulling back from your length as it rests against his cheek, connected by a line of spittle.

“I don’t know what I'm doing.” Joel admits. The statement takes more vulnerability than he’s willing to admit, but it’s masked by the roughness in his voice, his accent raw and drawn out. 

“Just open your mouth wide and let your tongue fall over your teeth, darlin’.” You soothe, hands cupping either side of his head. 

Joel does as you’ve told, taking comfort and pleasure in your instruction. He likes it when you’re in charge. He can lose himself in your calming words, your experience helping him let go. He’s not worried about impressing you or messing up. Instead he just focuses on the heavy weight of your length on his tongue and the salty taste of precum. His own cock twitches in his pants and he realizes he could come untouched if he really wanted. But he had a feeling you’d take care of him regardless.

This is what he has been missing for so long now. Not just sex. But intimacy and safety. You’re his confidant, of course he trusts you to take care of him. Joel moans around you, his hands clutching at your thighs as he feels you move in and out of his mouth.

“Joel– ‘m close darlin’.” You warn gently, fingers tightening around his hair as your hips start to lift off the couch slightly. Joel groans, the thought of you finishing in his mouth causing his eyes to close as he buries his nose in your curls and sucks hard.

“Oh fuck.” Your moan is drowned out by the crowd cheering for a touchdown, and your hands stroke his sweaty hair off his forehead. Joel moans as he swallows your come, warm and a little salty. It trickles down his chin when you pull away, and if it wasn’t for his own arousal starting to ache, he’d have stayed down there on his knees for another hour.

You reach down, your thumb brushing away the mess on his chin before you’re kissing him and pulling him back up onto the couch with you. The taste of yourself lingers on his lips and Joel pants for breath between kisses, shuffling out of his jeans whilst trying to stay plastered to you.

“You know, for your first blowjob, you’re not too bad, darlin’.” You chuckle lightly, watching as he settles back against the armrest of the couch, a hand wrapped lazily around himself as he strokes his length.

Joel can’t help but laugh soft, trailing off into a soft gasp as you start to kiss your way down his chest to his navel. 

“Gonna let me repay the favour, mh?” You ask with a smile, wrapping your hand around his own to set the pace.

“Ngh, don’t leave me hanging, darlin’.” He moans softly, laying back against the couch as his eyes close.

Your smile is warm and playful as you settle between his legs, knowing just how good you’re going to make your man feel. Because he’s yours. He has been for a long time, it just took Joel a while to realise it.

[saerins]

─── 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 1.6k

notes: this man is taking over my life >:( if anyone knows how to get over him pls let me know i hate him <3

summary: nothing’s necessary except his talent in soccer, until you appeared. and now, he’s got a new challenge.

itoshi sae is great with soccer—anything that involves him on the pitch, he’ll ace it. he excels at everything he learns on the field, easy as pie.

he’s never really bothered to try to be good at anything else.

as his girlfriend, you know this. you’ve seen him perform and it makes you wonder why someone like him is even with you.

but that makes it especially funny in times like this, when you see him staring at his laundry in shock because his whites turned pink.

“what the fuck?” he’s mumbling to himself, and you’re trying not to snicker from his living room, pressing your lips together.

it’s also funny when you hear him groaning from the kitchen, making you switch your camera off as you play hooky from your lecture and tiptoe out to see what happened.

you wonder how much you’d get if you photographed him right now, staring panickedly at his frying pan, his grilled chicken burnt to a crisp.

sometimes you can’t hold in your laughter, like right now, and sae whips his head around to glare at you.

“you know, i can cook dinner if you want,” you offer him.

sae scoffs, waving you away, “i can do it. just go back to your lecture.”

he’s stubborn, and you think that’s adorable, so you leave him to it.

you ate very tough skinless chicken that night. you told him it’s not bad, just to spare his feelings.

“you’re really quite hopeless with all of this,” you mumble absentmindedly as you look at your white dress shirt, a hole in the shoulder blade.

“shut up, i’ll get you a new one,” sae grumbles, grabbing it from you and tossing it in the bin.

it’s really quite cute how he tries to help with your chores, especially when he found out how swamped you are with finals and your part-time job as a receptionist at a big shot law firm. sae can be thoughtful when he tries to be.

sure, he ends up being more trouble than help, but you’re kind of entertained by his fuck ups so you let him be. it’s part of his many charms; he is an absolute beast on the field, but he’s like a child outside of it. he’s grumpy and stubborn and such a baby. you’re wondering if he can ever live alone because of it.

“here, wear mine,” sae says, offering you his white button down shirt instead.

you weren’t exactly living together, but you stay over sometimes, and most times he’s the one staying over, only because your apartment is more well-equipped for day to day life.

and by that you mean that, at the very least, your fridge is well stocked, vegetables and meat and whatnot, and you have detergents and bathing necessities and everything a guest could possibly need.

meanwhile, even if sae’s apartment is ten times more beautiful and luxurious than yours, his fridge is empty because he always orders takeout without you around, and he only has just enough supplies for himself. which isn’t a crime, but obviously he hasn’t had much of his past girlfriends staying over because he got stressed that one time he had to buy you pads and tampons.

you smile to yourself when you remember how panicked he was while he was at the feminine care aisle in the supermarket, rambling on and on about how people are staring at him because he kept taking all the different brands because he doesn’t know what the fuck you like.

he ended up giving up and getting one of each, and you’re greeted by one of his fanpages on instagram posting about it, a sighting by one of their followers coupled with a picture of sae trying to hide in the hood of his jacket, face beet red while the cashier processed his entire basket of tampons.

now his house has a whole year’s worth of tampon supply.

that was also the night where everyone found out he had a girlfriend.

“you wanna head out for dinner later?” you ask him as you button up his shirt on yourself.

sae drags his eyes over your body. you look good in his shirt, he should let you wear his stuff more often. but you turn his way and he averts his gaze just in time.

“sure, you end at 8?”

you nod.

“fine, i’ll pick you up later,” sae says and shoos you out the door. he glances at the clock on your wall.

3pm. he has about four hours to settle this.

you find sae parked outside the lobby when you end your shift.

“have fun with your dreamy boyfriend,” the other receptionist coos, shooting you a knowing look before she walks off with a wink.

you bid her goodbye and then turn your attention back to your boyfriend, who’s so busy with his phone that he doesn’t even notice you coming.

if someone were to tell the old you that you and sae would turn out to be lovers in the future, you’d have laughed your ass off. he used to be nothing more than someone you used to watch at soccer matches, just some guy who seemed to live in such a different world than yours that you never imagined you’d ever get together with him.

who knew that a single conversation you had with him at the age of seventeen could’ve spurred you to where you are now, age twenty-one and still very much in love with each other?

maybe you should’ve flirted with sae sooner. maybe you should’ve annoyed the shit out of him and made him notice you more before that night.

but you’re not complaining—you’re happy with where you are right now.

you’re getting good grades at school, your employers are very satisfied with you and would offer you a permanent position there any time, and you have a wonderful boyfriend, even if he is surly and inexpressive most of the time.

“hey there,” you greet as you get into his car, and sae gets spooked so much he drops his phone on the ground. again, one of his many charming qualities. you note how he hates horror, the complete opposite of his brother.

sae’s ears turn red from embarrassment, but he picks his phone off the ground and drives off, a hand on the steering wheel and his other hand on your thigh.

“were you busy earlier?” you ask sae once you’re both halfway into dinner, suddenly remembering how he chased you out of the house.

sae cocks his brow, “not really, just had a meeting.”

“oh, with who?”

you’re wondering whether it was with his manager, maybe there’s more sponsorship deals for him. or maybe it was with his coach, about soccer stuff you wouldn’t understand.

“your parents,” he says, so nonchalantly you almost think he’s kidding.

“wait, baby what?”

sae’s eyes flick up from his dinner to you, long lashes framing those pretty teal eyes. his hair looks so soft you kind of want to run your hands through them, but you tell yourself to focus now.

“they just wanted to talk to me because i sent them an alarming text,” he says, not so helpfully because he doesn’t elaborate further. plus, the fact that his face is as stoic as ever doesn’t alleviate your worries that it’s something bad.

“what did you tell them?”

sae’s expression doesn’t change. “secret.”

“babe, you’re killing me.”

sae sighs, his hand in yours as the both of you walk back to your apartment. “the last thing i would do is kill you,” he says, fumbling for his copy of the keys to your apartment. “who’s gonna do my laundry for me then?”

you slap him on his arm, getting to hear him snicker for the first time tonight. he unlocks your door and lets you walk in first, and the moment you do, you’re frozen in position.

there’s rose petals on the floor, scattered around the living room. there’s photos hanging off of delicately strung ropes, all photos of you and sae. photos of the both of you the first time you spoke on the pitch, photos of you meeting his parents and brother, photos of your first couples trip to europe. your coffee table has become a makeshift photo spread, even more photos spread out on it.

“w-what’s all this?” it comes out as a whisper, but sae hears you.

you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind, a pair of lips pressing a kiss onto your temple. “i love you, y/n,” he whispers, and you think you’re dreaming because he rarely ever says it, he’s more the kind of person that shows it.

but in this moment, it’s both. and you’re overwhelmed, in a good way.

itoshi sae is great with soccer, and he’s never felt the need to even try and be good at anything else. but not now, not anymore.

when you turn around, sae is on one knee, a beautiful bright diamond ring sitting in a velvet box on his palm.

“marry me, y/n,” sae asks, in a very sae-like manner. like he knows your answer and he’s cutting to the chase.

you tell him yes anyway, because there’s no way you’d ever say no.

that night as the both of you lay in your bed, nervous fingers twiddling with each other’s, each of you looking into the other’s eyes, sae’s decided on his life mission.

sure, he’s probably a pain in your ass when it comes to household chores. but he’ll learn. he’s also probably insufferable when he’s being stubborn, but he’d never want to be someone else’s problem.

for you, he’d do anything. for you, he’d put everything else second. for you, he’s going to be the best husband there ever was.

[bonny-kookoo]

Hey, I found Sweet Tooth and absolutely loved it.

I wanted to ask you if you'd write an intermediate scenario or something before she's warmed up to Yoongi, where she throws a tantrum and hurts herself, and they go to the doctor, where she overhears someone advising Jimin that it's totally normal to let go of a problematic hybrid or pet especially if your partner doesn't like them, and there are shelters that take them in?

And with her heightened Cat hearing it freaks her out into shutting her tantrums down long term - but jimin is oblivious to her fear because things are going so well with Yoongi?

"So, just for protocol, how exactly did it happen?" A nurse asks, while you're being treated in another room, door slightly opened just in case she's needed at any point.

"She.. her living situation changed quite drastically. And she has trouble adapting." Jimin admits to her gently, tone soft to not be heard by you. "My partner and her.. don't get along very well. And she sometimes acts a bit out, which causes accidents like this." He further details, sighing. "They were fighting over something, and my partner accidentally closed the door on her tail as she went out. It was absolutely not intentional!"

"Hm, yeah, it's sometimes hard for hybrids to adapt. You also have another hybrid?" She asks, reading your medical info on the computer screen while she taps away some more info.

"Yes, my partner's. A canine hybrid." He informs her, and she nod.

"You know, it's a totally reasonable thing to think about moving one out." She suggests to jimin, who's face starts to become a little confused and irritated. "Giving her past history, she's a bit problematic, so her behavior is quite natural. There's tons of good places for hybrids like her though- since it's generally recommended to keep hybrids of both her category and behavioral issues in stable families as a single hybrid."

"Thats.. no, she's just.." jimin stammers, having never even thought about it once. But how are you feeling right now? Is he really doing the right thing, or is he just being selfish by hoping you'll adapt at some point?

And will you really adapt, or just admit defeat?

"I'll write down some numbers, alright? It's your choice to make." She suggests gently. He can sense that she really only has your best interest in mind. "This down here is Dr. Kim Taehyung, he's an expert in hybrid behavioral therapy. He might even take her in himself!" She suggests, before giving jimin the note. "Think about it."

He doesn't have to. He could never give you away like that.

Back home, something's definitely wrong though, ecer since that incident. You're quiet, detached, don't even interact with Jungkook anymore- the poor canine hybrid having tried everything from your favorite snacks to a collection of his personal favorite plushies. Nothing seems to get a reaction out of you anymore.

And what's the oddest, is how you just.. listen to whatever yoongi tells you to do.

Wash the dishes? You'll do it, quietly. You'll even dry them and put them away to your best abilities.

Make your bed? You even do laundry if he tells you to, even though you struggle to memorize all the different settings and programs.

Set the table? You'll just do it, robotically, not even a roll of your eyes.

One might think yoongi would enjoy this new, quiet side of you- but he doesn't. The guilt about accidentally hurting you that day still eats him alive, the sound of your painful cries still haunting him in his sleep.

Jimin, however, doesn't seem to realize the secerity of the situation. He tries to reassure his partner by saying that you'll just need some time, that hospitals just spook you, and that you maybe just want to be a good girl for once.

But Jungkook especially, is concerned. This isn't like you, and it's not a normal change of mind either. No one just flips around like a switch over night like that.

"I'll go to work now, yeah?" Jungkook tells you- but you just nod, no protest coming from you. Jungkook's ears droop down, tail limp behind him as he throws Yoongi a helpless look, before he leaves for work, leaving you and the oldest human alone in the house.

"Alright, I'm done with this." He says, and you look at him at that, fearful.

He hates it. Why are you scared of him?

"I promise you, I didn't mean to hurt you that day." Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, before he sits down on the couch next to you, with respectful distance. "I'm sorry. I really am."

"Its fine." You just state, but he shakes his head.

"Its not fine. Nothing is fine at all." He denies. "Is there anything else that happened? Something bothering you?" He asks, but you just shake your head. "If you don't want to talk to me, then talk to Jimi-"

"He wants to give me away." You say, pulling up your legs to yourself.

"...what?" Yoongi asks in disbelief. Jimin loves you- he'd never give you away- he'd probably much rather admit defeat in this relationship than give you up.

"The nurse and him.. talked about stuff." You mumble into your knees. "He got like.. she wrote down some numbers for him. One of them a doctor.. for behavior problems and stuff.." you explain, tail wrapping around yourself in comfort. "Because it's alright to give up shitty hybrids like me. You know." You shrug. "Cause I'm supposed to be alone."

"Thats bullshit." Yoongi declines, crossing his arms. "Everything about this. He'd never give you away, and neither are you shitty or supposed to be alone." He denies, getting up to get his phone- accidentally digging in the pockets of the wrong coat, fingers finding a note instead.

Three numbers. One of them labeled 'Dr. Kim Taehyung'

..are you possibly telling the truth? Does jimin really want to go this far just to save his relationship with him? He knows he should probably feel flattered. But he doesn't.

Not one bit.

"Its probably the best." You say from the couch still, looking over the backrest of it, ears down low. He's never seen you this.. insecure before. Vulnerable. "Then you'll all be happy. And maybe I can get fixed." You shrug, when Yoongi walks closer, hand on your head making you look up.

"There's nothing wrong with you." He denies, note clenched in his fist as he just crumples it up. "And you're not going to be alone." He says, walking upstairs into his office.

And you swear, just for a second, his eyes seemed to sparkle a little from unshed tears bubbling up.

[lovelybucky1]

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Kinktober Day 5- Piss Kink

warnings: AFAB!reader, piss kink, bladder denial, wetting, humiliation kink, morning sex, teasing, dirty talk 18+ minors dni

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You stirred in bed, having been woken up by the bright morning sun beaming into the bedroom you share with your husband. You lift your head up enough to see the clock on your nightstand, noting you don't have to be out of bed for another thirty minutes.

From behind you, Anakin rolls over to face your back. He must have felt your movement and noticed you had woken up. He wraps his arm around your waist and scoots closer to you, pressing up against your bad.

"Mornin' baby," he mumbles in your ear, voice gravelly with sleep.

"Good morning." You smile to yourself, enjoying the warmth of his bare chest on your back.

The two of you cuddle in comfortable silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company. It isn't until Anakin moves his arm and applies pressure to your stomach that you notice the uncomfortable ache in your bladder.

"Ani, let me up," you say, but he doesn't budge. "Come on."

"Not letting you go," he mumbles into the crook of your neck.

"I have to go to the bathroom," you say, trailing off into giggles when he starts placing delicate kisses on your skin.

"You can wait a few more minutes, can't you?" he asks.

You sigh. You'd do anything for this man. "Just a few minutes," you agree.

A few minutes turns into ten, which quickly becomes fifteen and ends up with Anakin's hand down the front of your pajama pants. He had teased his way under your shirt, then switched directions and trailed his fingers down your stomach and under your waistband.

"Anakin," you whimper. "I have to go to the bathroom."

It's the second time you've said it now, but Anakin still won't let you go. His precise fingers trace your clit teasingly, not showing any signs of stopping.

"Just hold it, baby. Let me do this for you," he says in that sweet voice that makes you agreeable to anything he says.

"Okay," you breathe out.

You lay still and allow Anakin to toy with you as he pleases. He's had so much practice and knows every little touch to drive you crazy, that it doesn't take long until you're squirming, but this time, it isn't just from pleasure.

"What're you movin' around so much for?" he asks, knowing full well what he's doing to you.

"Need to-" you cut yourself off with a moan.

"Need to what, cum? Go ahead, baby, you know you don't need my permission." Anakin smirks against your neck, clearly taking pleasure in teasing you like this.

He never stops rubbing circles on your clit, and despite your desperation, you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

"Need to pee, Anakin," you manage to whimper out.

"Then let go."

You choke on a moan, shocked at what your husband just said. "Anakin," you gasp.

"We have a washing machine, baby. Come on, make a mess. Squirt all over our bed."

You're so close, riding the edge of your orgasm as Anakin plays with your body. Your bladder aches, and you fear that when you do cum, you'll relax too much. But that's what Anakin wants, isn't it?

"I-I'm cumming," you say.

Your orgasm washes over you, and during the waves of pleasure that wash over you, you feel a hot wetness on the insides of your thighs and soak into your pants. You stop yourself as soon as you regain your composure, but the ache in your bladder is ever present.

"Anakin," you pant. "Please let me go to the bathroom."

Anakin lifts his arm off of you and grabs the covers to pull them back. He reveals the dark wet spot on your pants and a small patch that leaked onto the sheets.

You're technically free to get up but for some reason you remain in bed waiting for his humilation.

"What a naughty little thing. I guess you're gonna have to do laundry today," he says. His tone is serious, but the smirk on his lips tells you he is just teasing you.

"You asshole," you huff as you scamper off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

"If you had to piss, you should've just said something!" Anakin calls, still laying in the soiled bed.

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Best Things I Have Bought

I'm not sure how successful I will be in remembering all of it, but I'll try. These have all been game-changers for me, in a variety of ways. If teen me had had access to all of these, I would have been a vastly happier person.

This one is long, so I'll put in a cut.

-outlet timers. Not having to go around and manually turn off lamps at bedtime? Amazing. I bought these but you can and should get some that have a grounded outlet with three prongs so you can attach good extension cords to them.

-famotidine. aka Pepcid, it's the safest option I currently know of for managing acid reflux. I get nauseated when I get acid reflux, so this is a necessity for me.

-T-Gel shampoo. The only one that keeps my husband's insane dandruff under control. Coal tar shampoos smell peculiar, but are totally worth it if they work. For my hair, I like anti-dandruff conditioner--I apply it to my scalp and my other conditioners to the length of my hair. After bleaching my hair, I use Olaplex 3 to prevent more severe damage; the difference is very noticeable.

-white vinegar for a laundry rinse. I get horrendous contact dermatitis and adding this in the "fabric softener" cup in my washer keeps things from making my skin burn.

-on a similar note, all Oxy laundry booster. Doesn't make my skin burn but does make stains and smells noticeably better than detergent alone.

-Aquaphor. If you have eczema, nothing helps like Aquaphor, unless it's hydrocortisone ointment (the same white petrolatum base as Aquaphor but with hydrocortisone) or a prescribed steroid.

-Bissell Stomp 'N' Go pads. I have stomped. The stain goes.

-Prune puree. A packet a day keeps the chronic constipation at bay. Less volume to consume than prune juice and, in my opinion, slightly more palatable.

-Chinotto is a bitters-based beverage that I discovered by accident really helps my chronic nausea. I've tried other brands, and San Pellegrino is definitely my favorite. Tastes weird at first, but when heavy-duty ginger ale doesn't ease it, Chinotto can. And when that doesn't work, I have Zofran (ondansetron) my doctor prescribed me for the nausea I get with migraines, and that's an effective anti-nausea agent for more than just migraines.

-"You Just Need to Lose Weight (And 19 Others Myths About Fat People)" by Aubrey Gordon.

-rolling laundry cart. Doesn't have to be this one but if you CAN roll your laundry to and fro from the machines, do it.

-"Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men" by Lundy Bancroft. If you Google, you can usually find a free pdf floating around.

-"The Vagina Bible," by Dr. Jen Gunter.

-satin scrunchies. Wet Brush. Terry cloth lined shower cap. AOA terry cloth hair turban (way, way better than similar ones from drugstore).

-stretchy work pants.

-bra liners. For large-chested people who tend to get sweaty underboob, this is a life-saver.

-Goo Gone.

-Dr. Scholls medicated foot powder and the Earth Therapeutics tea tree oil foot spray. The foot powder works for super long days and the spray for lighter days.

-Reflective heat pad. I use this on my car seat in the winter and I am so happy for that every single chilly morning. I've repurchased it... once or twice? now.

-Retin-A. I used to use Differin, which is adapalene, the most potent retinoid available over the counter, but the switch to prescription-only Retin-A has been very noticeable. Decreased wrinkles, clearer skin. More inclined to flake and burn but it's worth it for me.

-Red LED therapy. Near-infrared stimulates collagen production in the skin. The only other thing that really does that is retinoids. I bought the Omnilux mask, which is certainly high-end, but HotandFlashy (a YouTube content creator) did a great comparison of different masks available by specs and this was the best at the time. The difference is noticeable within days. I've tried other, lower-powered masks, but what made me make the jump to high-end was that I got the Dennis Gross red LED eye mask for crows' feet off eBay and I was like "holy shit, this is better." And Omnilux is better still. It makes sense, since they were the OG of the models that have been in dermatology clinics for a couple of decades now.

-AOA foundation has been at least as good at my TooFaced foundation, and it's like 1-2 bucks instead of 40. There are light, medium, and deep shades, each on different pages; I'm linking to light because that's what I use. The lightest shade works for me, and I'm basically translucent.

-AOA VitaGlow tinted moisturizer is absolutely my go-to for lighter coverage days.

-AOA PawPaw blending sponges. Best out there and also the cheapest.

-(do not buy any of the AOA eyeshadows. Total waste of time, zero pigment. I've tried repeatedly and they're just garbage. The highlights are generally fine though.)

-Direct acid foot peels. The calluses come off. Just don't do it when you have ANY open wound on the feet, because it's acid and will sting like hell.

-blendercleanser solid cleanser for blending sponges and brushes. Actually a) gets them clean and b) rinses out.

-PureWine wine wands. I let these puppies sit for three minutes in a glass and suddenly I can drink red wine without migraines or hangovers. Fucking miraculous.

-Dustbuster. Holy shit it's amazing for ADHD peeps. Small thing bugging you? Can't get yourself to bust out the "real" vacuum? USE THIS.

-Crocs. Don't @ me. I wear a black pair around the house and for garden chores and they make my feet happy. Salonpas patches and/or BenGay for a topical when you're sore--topicals are great pain relief.

-Vibrating neck pillow. Don't need it right now? Wait until your next head cold. Vibration clears sinuses.

-PooPourri. I love not having to smell poop. This, and similar products, work pretty well by trapping scent particles in the oil layer instead of letting them evaporate into the air.

-Electric snow thrower. I can't manage a large, heavy snow blower and I don't want to deal with a gas engine. This little guy helped me clear my large driveway in 3-4 hours instead of 12.

-The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark, by Carl Sagan.

-Handheld home IPL for hair removal. I ordered this exact one and I like it. You can get these on eBay or Amazon for cheaper sometimes; just make sure you PROTECT YOUR EYES during flashes. Targets pigment in the hair bulb so lighter skin and darker hair work better, and deeper skin tones may burn.

-Lanolin chapstick. Makes all other chapsticks I've used look like garbage.

-Steam eye masks. ShopMissA sells these and you can find them on a lot sites; shouldn't cost more than about a dollar per mask. I ended up buying an electric eye mask because I wanted to treat my dry eye and that just felt more environmentally responsible, but I love falling asleep with these on and I can't do that with my plug-in mask.

I think this is where I'll leave it--I've gone back quite a ways in my shopping history across multiple sites and thought about my daily routines--but if any of these problems torture you, these are my suggestions.

[callsign-dexter]

Daddy to the Rescue

Request: hi

i was wondering if you could please write about Kelly Severide (chicago fire) having a daughter and maybe while he was at the station she is left with a babysitter but then he has to respond to a call at his house. maybe the reader is stuck so she and kelly are freaking out but he knows he has to stay calm for his daughter and once everyone is safe it is just a bunch of fluff.

totally your choice and maybe the reader is like 5 - 6 ish

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, hospitals, buried alive, inaccurate medical talk

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A/N: I know you said fluff but if you know me and my fics you know I have to throw in some angst in there. Hope you don't mind.

When you came into Kelly’s life 6 years ago, he was shocked but it was to be expected especially with all the sleeping around he did. You had shown up on his doorstep in your car seat with a note pinned to the diaper bag. He didn't know what to do but when you opened your blue eyes, the ones you got from him, he knew that you were gonna stay and that was it. After first he was apprehensive about telling his team but he needed all the help he could get and the fears he thought he was gonna have of them bashing him and putting him down flew out the window. Afterall Firehouse 51 was a family and family looked out for one another. With him telling them about you means you just got a lot of really cool aunts and uncles and you are going to be really protected.

He was really pissed at your mother for just abandoning you but now you were with him safe and sound. You were the result of a drunken one-night stand, he didn’t even know you existed or that she was pregnant until you just showed up on his doorstep. He despised her and would have some words for her if he ever saw her and he hoped for her sake that he never saw her. 

You loved your dad dearly. When you had met him just when you were a few days old you grew close to him, then again, he was the only parent you had. You depended on him for everything and looked up to him for everything and you felt like you could come to him when something went wrong when you were growing up. You had changed his lifestyle for the good he had stopped drinking until he was blacked out and he stopped bringing random women home. He adored you and you adored him. Nothing could break that bond between you both. Everyone was shocked when they noticed how much his mood had brightened and he wasn’t such a hard ass. Kelly loved showing you off and when you found out his job, he just became your favorite person all over again. He was your hero. 

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It was a Thursday morning and his alarm started to go off at 7:30 AM signaling him to get up and start getting ready for the day and his shift. Normally he would be getting you up to but since your school had been called off due to the heating and sickness going around you would be staying home. He didn’t have to go into work until 10 AM so he would have a little bit of time with you. 

Kelly took a shower and then got dressed in his uniform and brushed his teeth, next he moved out of his room and down the hall to check in on you. He slowly opened the door and smiled seeing that you were still sound asleep and snoring just slightly. He smiled and shook his head. He went into the kitchen and started some breakfast and coffee and then went and switched over the laundry and started getting ready for his 24 hr shift. He needed to call Kimber Halstead to tell her that he would need her. When he found you on his doorstep, he immediately started to look for a babysitter and when Jay and Will, his good friends, heard about this and met you they immediately got him in touch with their younger sister, who he was also good friends with. You and Kimber hit off and the rest was history and she became your babysitter and she only babysat you. She was going to school so it was the perfect opportunity for some extra cash and you were pretty easy to keep. He pulled out his phone as he pulled down a coffee cup and grabbed the pot and poured some coffee in it. He went to her contact and clicked on it and then the call icon, it rang twice before she answered.

“Kelly! What do I owe the pleasure of this call?” Kimber asked 

“Hello, Kimber. I need you to watch Y/N/N. Her school is closed due to some sickness and the heat is out.” He said and took a sip of his coffee.

“I would love to.” She said “Do you want me to come over now?” She asked 

“Please. I’m gonna have breakfast ready so you can eat here.” He said and he could hear her smile.

“That sounds good. I’ll be over in 5.” She said

“Great. I’ll see you soon.” Kelly said 

“See ya, Kelly.” She said and they hung up the phone. 

He put his phone on the counter and then his coffee cup and headed to your room. He opened the door and saw that you had turned over in your sleep and he walked over and knelt down by your bed. He watched you for a minute and then he was stroking your head. You groaned and but your nose scrunched up, a sign you were waking up. “Y/N/N. Sweetheart. It’s time to get up. Kimber will be here soon.” He said and you groaned but blinked your eyes open and cracked them.

“Daddy?” You asked and he smiled.

“Good morning, Sweetheart.” He said and you smiled and then wrapped your arms around him and he picked you up. He started to walk to the kitchen.

“What about school?” You asked, still confused and you laid your head on his shoulder.

“School is closed due to a heating issue and sickness going around.” He said and you nodded and then he sat you down on a chair. “Kimber will be here soon and breakfast is almost ready.” He said and you nodded. Normally he would be having you getting ready for school but since there wasn’t any, he would let it pass and Kimber would be getting you ready for the day. He had just got done mixing the pancake batter when there was a knock at the door and he knew it was Kimber. “You wanna get that?” He asked you and you smiled, you rarely got to open the door but he knew who it was because it was about that time when she said she was going to be there and the Ring notification he got on his phone. You quickly jumped up and ran to the door “Be careful!” He yelled out and listened to you open the door and let out a screech.

“KIMBER!” You yelled out and he heard a laugh from her.

“Hey, Sweetie.” She said “Your daddy know you answered the door?” She asked and he could just see you nod.

“Yes, he let me!” You said excitedly and she chuckled.

“Well, as long as he said it was ok.” She said and she was walking into the kitchen holding you.

“Hi, Kelly.” She said with a smile and he looked up.

“Hi. Breakfast is almost ready.” He said as he flipped the bacon and the pancake. 

“Y/N/N, you wanna help me get cups and drinks ready?” She said and you nodded wildly and they both laughed. You love helping out when you can. She walked over and got the glasses and handed them to you and they watched you carefully take them over to the table. Kimber got the milk and orange juice out as Kelly took the last of the pancakes and the bacon off and walked them over to the table. Everyone sat down and served themselves. 

“What do you girls have planned today?” Kelly asked and Kimber answered since your mouth was full.

“If it is warm enough, we’ll go play in the backyard and then maybe go out for lunch. Then just play it by ear.” She said and you nodded excitedly. 

“That sounds fun.” He said 

“It is, Daddy!” You said and he smiled. Breakfast was finished quickly and dishes were put in the dishwasher and Kelly had disappeared to grab his duffle and walked out and just stood in the doorway watching you and Kimber have the time of your life in the living room. You were the first one to notice him “Daddy!” You yelled out and quickly ran up to him and jumped into his arms and hugged you tightly. Kimber walked over and then took you from his arms.

“It’s time for daddy to leave. You be good for Kimber and do what she says.” He said and you nodded.

“I promise, Daddy.” You said and he smiled and leaned over to kiss your head and then pulled away and looked at Kimber.

“Don’t hesitate to call if something happens or you need me. If you can’t get ahold of me, you can call Jay and he’ll know how to get ahold of me.” Kelly said and she nodded.

“Don’t worry. I’ll call you if something happens and I also have Will if something medical comes up but I will let you know.” She said and he smiled and nodded. 

“I know you will. I trust you.” He said and then looked back at you. “Daddy loves you.” He said to you and kissed your head again.

“I love you too, Daddy.” You said and he smiled and then grabbed his keys by the front door and was out the door and heading into work.

“Alright, Little One. What do you want to do first?” She asked, looking at you. 

“Blanket fort!” You said excitedly and she laughed.

“You got it!” She said back. She sat you down and the both of you set out to find the materials you needed.

20 minutes later and the fort was ready to be used. Your imagination ran wild and Kimber was all for it. Movies were watched and crafts were made in that fort. During the 5th movie you had fallen asleep snuggled up against Kimber and she pulled out her phone and read through some college stuff she needed to read and every now and then checked in on you. She figured she would let you sleep for an hour and then have you get up and get your teeth brushed and dressed then you would go out for lunch and a walk in the park maybe stop in and see your dad. Then you both would come home and play some in the backyard.

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Kelly was exhausted since he had gotten to work. It was nonstop calls; he hadn't even had a break to sit down and check on you and Kimber. Everyone had just gotten back and quickly got the trucks and ambulance done and then they were going to try and have a moment of peace. While everyone was preoccupied, he stepped away and pulled out his phone. He had a few new messages from Kimber and they were pictures of you smiling and goofing around, he smiled and saved them on his phone. One particular one, you were playing with bubbles and she captured the image through the bubble and you were smiling and just being yourself, he set it as his background on his phone when he unlocked it.

He was about to call and ask how you two were doing when he heard a familiar voice “Sylvie!” You yelled out and he smiled.

“Hey, Y/N. Looking for your dad?” She asked 

“Uh huh.” You said and he walked out into the garage and when you spotted him you ran straight to him and jumped into his arms. “Daddy!” You shouted and he laughed and hugged you gently but tightly back. 

“Hey, Sweetheart. I'm surprised to see you.” He said and you just hugged him tighter and everyone smiled glad to see him happy but continued on with working so you could have some time with him.

“She really wanted to see her daddy and I told her we could. It was on the way home from lunch and the park.” Kimber said he smiled and nodded and then sat you down.

“Did you have fun?” He asked

“Yes! We saw a bunch of dogs at the park and most of them were friendly and I got to pet them.” You said with so much brightness in your eyes. He smiled loving that look.

“That sounds like fun. Did you ask permission first?” He asked and you nodded.

“Of course, Daddy.” You said and he smiled. You and Kimber stayed there for a few minutes until it was time to go home and start getting your school work done. “Bye, Daddy. I love you.” You said and he smiled. He hugged and kissed the side of your head.

“I love you too. Be safe.” He said and you nodded and then he and Kimber said their goodbyes and he watched you walk out of the station almost skipping and he could tell you were laughing and smiling and that made him smile. 

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You made it back home safely and Kimber let you dad know. She put her phone away and then turned to you “Ok, I want you to do your homework and then we can go outside and play.” She said in a serious tone and you nodded.

“Ok.” You said and then you went and got your backpack and started your work. While you were working, she was working on some of her college work, every now and then you would ask her for help and she helped you. You got what you needed done quickly and then you both were heading outside. Kimber had brought her school work outside so she could work and watch you at the same time. 

Every now and then you would come over and ask her to play and she did and then when you were done, she went back to work. Sometimes she would look up and smile at you having fun. “Y/N, come inside with me to get something to drink.” She said and you looked up from your position in the sand box and got up and headed inside with her. “Do you want a snack?” She asked and you nodded your head.

“Do we have any grapes and apples?” You asked and she smiled and nodded.

“Why yes, we do! I want you to drink something you’ve been running around a lot, don't want you dehydrated.” She said and you nodded and drank some water and ate something and then she brought the rest out with you both. You resumed your position back into the sandbox not seeing that it had sunken in. You were too busy playing to notice that you were starting to sink into the ground. You continued on playing and then you felt a huge drop and that freaked you out.

“Kimber.” You said scared and she looked up and her eyes bugged out.

“Hold on, Sweetie. I’m coming.” She said and hurried over as the chair tipped backwards. 

“I’m scared. I want daddy.” You said beginning to panic.

“It’s ok Y/N/N. We’re going to get you out.” She said and she motioned you to grab her hands and you did but when she began to pull you yelped out in pain and she stopped and you slipped in further and that made you panic and panicking only made you sink deeper. “Don’t panic. It’ll only make it worse. I’m gonna call 911. Ok?” She asked and you nodded your head.

“911 what’s your emergency?” The 911 operator asked.

“Hi, my name is Kimber Halstead and I’m babysitting Y/N Severide at 251 Spiral Lane and she is stuck in a sandbox.” Kimber said

“How old is Y/N?” They asked

“She’s 6. I tried to pull her out but she just sank further down. She then began panicking and sank further.” She said 

“It sounds like she is in a sinkhole. Keep her calm and don’t make her panic, it’ll just make her sink further.” They said

“Kimber, I can’t breathe.” You said 

“Did she just say she can’t breathe?” They asked

“Yes.” Kimber said

“Ok, keep her calm and I have dispatched the nearest first responders.” They said

“Thank you.” Kimber said and turned to look at you.

“Did you hear that? Daddy is coming to the rescue.” Kimber said, trying to keep you calm.

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Kelly, Otis, Stella, Sylvie, Gabby, and Herrmann had all sat down to relax and watch some TV and grab something to eat when the bell went off and they groaned but then Kelly turned rigid.

“Engine 51, Truck 81, Rescue Squad 3, Ambulance 61.  6 year old female stuck in a sinkhole, having trouble breathing. Location 251 Spiral Lane.” 

Everyone looked over at Kelly and they instantly knew who it was and they were quick to grab their gear and get into their vehicles and rush over there. Kelly was silent as he got in “Kelly.” Joe began but Kelly wasn’t hearing him; he was worried about his child.

“She’s going to be ok. We’re 2 minutes out.” Capp said but that didn’t make him feel any better. 

True to Capp’s word they arrived at Kelly’s house and he was the first one out. Everyone quickly got their stuff and they followed him through the back gate knowing this path all too well. He left the gate wide open and when he saw you, he wanted to grab you and pull you out and hold you but he needed to stay calm for you. He was quick to come over and when you saw him you cried out to him. “Daddy!” You yelled out and you struggled to reach him but you sank further.

“No, Baby. It’s ok. I’m here.” He said and knelt down and took in his surroundings. He looked at Kimber “What happened?” He asked.

“She was perfectly fine playing in it earlier and then I had her come in and eat and drink something. Then we came back out and she resumed her playing and then she said my name and I looked up from doing some school work and she was sinking.” She said and he nodded, he wasn't mad.

“Daddy, I can’t breathe.” You said and he turned his attention back to you and then to Gabby who was bringing over oxygen. 

“Gabby is going to be something over your nose and mouth to help.” He said and you nodded and looked at Gabby and she smiled.

“Hi, Y/N/N.” She said 

“Hi.” You wheezed out. 

“I’m just gonna put this over your nose and mouth.” She said and you nodded and she did so and air rushed into you.

“Ok, Severide hold her up and watch her. Capp and Cruz start digging. Gabby and Sylvie monitor her vitals. Everyone else start helping out.” Boden said and everyone nodded and got to work. As they were working something happened and you started to slip in further.

“Daddy?” You wheezed out and he soothed you.

“It’s ok, Sweetheart. You’ll be out soon.” He said and you nodded but you started to become light headed.

“I don’t feel good.” You said and then about that time your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you passed out. 

“Woah. Ok. Can we go faster?” Sylvie asked and everyone started working faster. 16 minutes later they got you out and onto the stretcher and quickly loaded into the Ambulance as Kelly and Kimber followed. 

“Kelly, I’m so sorry.” Kimber said and he shook his head.

“No need to apologize. Accidents happen.” He said and she nodded, still feeling guilty. 

“I’m going to meet you up there.” She said and he nodded and then got into the back of the ambulance and nobody argued because you were his kid. They were quick to get going to Med. Kelly heard Sylvie and Gabby talking but he tuned them out and wasn’t listening to him too concerned about you. 

They made it to Med in no time and they were quick to get you out and into the ER. Will was the one that was going to be taking care of you. “How long has she been out?” He asked.

“Around 20 minutes now.” Kelly answered and he nodded and helped transfer you to a bed. Will started trying to arouse you but nothing was working. He took a listen to you and heard some crackling in your lungs and grew concerned.

“I want to admit it. Get her some x-rays and get a line started on her.” Will said and Kelly nodded and that is what they did. With you being unconscious and that concerned everyone. X-rays were taken and it turned out that you had broken some ribs from being stuck in the sand and that caused enough pressure to crack some ribs. When they moved you into the room Will looked over at Kelly “I want to monitor until she wakes up and if she does let me know.” He said an IV line had already been started. Will left the room and that just left Kelly alone with you. He sat there looking at you and then he looked down at his phone and saw his lock screen, it was you and him, he was holding you and you had been looking back over his shoulder smiling at the camera when you were 4 and Stella had taken the picture, she smiled at it. He texted everyone an update and they had come in and saw him but they needed back to work. Kimber came and stayed the longest but Kelly sent her home and promised her an update and because she was so shaken up that she needed rest. Will was in and out checking on you but nothing had changed. 

It was beginning into the night and he had drifted off to sleep still in uniform. He may have been asleep for about 20 minutes until he heard rustling around and he slowly woke to find you awake and groaning in pain. “Daddy?” You asked groggily and he was quick to get up.

“Sweetheart.” He said and leaned over you “I’m gonna get Will. Ok?” He asked and you nodded and he did just that and Will had come in. 

“Hey there, Mini Kelly.” He said and that made everyone smile. Usually, Will was the only one to call you that. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Hurts to breathe.” You said and he nodded.

“That’s understandable. You broke some ribs.” He said and you nodded and then turned to address you and your father “I want to keep her overnight just for observation since she was unconscious.” He said and Kelly nodded. You tuned them out since they were using words you didn’t understand and then Will was smiling at you “I’ll see you later on.” He said and you smiled at him.

“Bye, Uncle Will.” You said and he chuckled and left. “Daddy?” You asked and he looked at you.

“Hmmm?” He asked

“Do we have to get rid of the sandbox?” You asked and he smiled sadly.

“Yea we do, Sweetheart.” He said and you nodded.

“Ok. Love you.” You said and he smiled and then you yawned.

“I love you too. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He said as he leaned over and kissed your forehead and you fell back to sleep. He stayed up for the rest of the night and updated everyone. He vowed to himself that the next day he had off he was going to take out that sandbox and fill that hole. He was going to protect you no matter what. Afterall you were his daughter, his life, and his pride of joy. 

You were just glad that your daddy came to your rescue.

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Chapter 42: Bottom of the Stairs

TW

None, but this chapter is just a little sad.

AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END, PLEASE READ.

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She hadn’t left his room in four days. 

Jeonghan had been sleeping in Seokmin’s room each night with the younger man, tossing and turning for hours until he succumbed to slumber reluctantly. Before she had settled in, he moved a bunch of his belongings out to make room for her things Sona brought from Mouse’s apartment. He made his bed with all the blankets Mouse loved in the house at the expense of everyone else's lack of comfy blankets. 

When she was cleared later that first day she woke up to leave the ATZ clinic, Mouse rode home with Sona, curled up pitifully in the backseat to get some things from her place. Everyone shared their complaints but when she flinched away from Jongho and Sona when they moved around her and how she scratched anxiously around the collar of her shirt, Cheol shut them up. They got back before the two women did and busied themselves with any task they could find. 

The house, much to no one's surprise, was a mess, none of them could deny it. None of them had the energy to even care about it until now. Clothes, dishes, and general clutter had been piling up since Christmas, but this was another level of mess. Mingyu, usually the top of their cleaning crew, had spiraled into a cycle of cooking and keeping himself busy in every other way and didn’t have the mental capacity to handle anything else on his metaphoric plate. 

By the time Mouse was home, the dishes were scrubbed and put in the dishwasher, all the floors were sweeped, vacuumed, and mopped, and there were two loads of laundry going. It wasn’t spotless, but it was a lot better than the Frat House vibes it was giving previously. 

Mouse was barely in their presences before she retreated, visibly uncomfortable. Sona had given them some information from Seonghwa, that he’d be over as soon as he could with the heart monitor and to check up on her. Joshua had asked how she was back at her apartment and Sona simply shook her head, a general heartbreak washing over the group. Sona said to give her space, to let Mouse come to them and take things slow. She brought her bags into the room before leaving, telling them to call if she needed anything from her place. 

But Jeonghan was clawing at the fucking walls . 

There were times he’d pace the hallway outside his room, or just sit on the floor, staring at the door, hoping she’d come out at any point. 

He had been switching off with Joshua to bring her meals, medicine, anything. Whenever they’d go in, she’d be curled up under all the blankets, silent and in the dark. He hadn’t stopped himself from crying the first few times, other times he’d whisper small words of affirmation and affection as he placed the tray down and quickly left. Some meals she’d fully eat while others she’d barely touch. He had asked Minghao to make a second cup of tea whenever he made some for himself to give to her, knowing she loved those mugs of tea. It was one of the only things she’d regularly finish.

“Can you please chill?” Cheol had been more irritated than ever since she woke up and came home, but he couldn’t be blamed. 

Jeonghan sank lower into the couch, legs bouncing and biting his nails. “I’m going to lose my shit, dude.” 

“I can feel your nervous energy from here. Smoke with Vernon or something.” Looking over the couch, Jeonghan watched as Cheol popped some bread in the toaster for breakfast. 

Only a few of them had gone back to some ‘work’. Seokmin, though hating every moment and planning to leave, was in the city all day for the cover job and back every night in case Mouse woke up. Mingyu and Minghao had taken to cooking lunch meals that were easy to heat up for Mouse. The last three nights Seokmin brough food from the city for dinner, many times it was a favorite place of Mouse which no one minded. Wonwoo had holed himself up in Pandora or went to the city to find any answers if it was actually MX since Mouse hasn’t spoken to them. He had been searching for proof, anything, but nothing was found. 

The youngest three were a… bit all over the place. Seungkwan was taking on more work than he needed to, working himself to the bone. Vernon…when he wasn’t with Wonwoo or handling stuff for Pledis Shipping, was smoking a lot, more than usual. The only one they weren’t too worried about was Chan. He had been coping with exercise, asking Jihoon to go out back to the gym with him to train. Jihoon was making sure he wasn’t overdoing it. 

A knock at the door had both him and the leader tensing. It wasn’t often they got someone waltzing up to their door and knocking. Sona had the simple pass to walk into their home at this point, both a friend and a worker that they trust fully. 

Seungcheol looked to Jeonghan before the sound of a second round of knocking came. 

“I know some of you are home, King !” Rheia’s voice had both of them bulking in confusion. “Open the door.” 

Jeonghan stood quickly from the couch, fixing his clothes and hair on the way to open the door for the older woman. She was bundled up for the early January cold, a large, insulated bag in hand, and two guards standing by her car before she waved them off and they sat inside the vehicle. 

“Uh-” Jeonghan bowed his head and stepped aside, letting her in from the cold. “Hi?” 

“It’s freezing out there!” She shivered, pushing her hood back and smiling at him then Seungcheol. “Now, where can I cook for her?” 

“Can I know how you got our address?” Cheol scoffed, nodding his head towards the counter before him. 

Jeonghan quickly offered to take her coat, which she thanked him for, and shook her head, walking over. “I know just about everything, dear. I’ve known for a while about this place, actually. Same with just about every group in the general area. I would have come sooner but I wasn’t in the country and my flight got grounded because of a hurricane!” 

Joshua sleepily shuffled into the living room, hair wild and clothes rumpled, face planting into the couch cushions. His head almost instantly shot up, eyes wide and full of confusion but Rheia only waved him off. 

“Don’t mind me, I’m here for my girl.” She hummed, unpacking what looked like the makings of chicken soup. “How’s she been?” 

“She hasn’t left bed in four days since coming home.” Jeonghan admitted, rubbing a hand over his face. “But she is eating some. Not sure how she is sleeping. She flinched if she got close, and can’t touch her either.”

Rheia sighed, asking Seungcheol for a pot that he got for her. “I’ll see if I can talk to her.” 

“Anything will help at this point.” 

She worked quickly and efficiently on her cooking, willing to share some since she made more than enough, before asking which room Mouse was residing in. Jeonghan led her to his room, seeing the determined look on the woman’s face. He was praying something she said could help Mouse, even if it got her to leave the room for a few minutes. 

Rheia pushed the door open, flicking on all the lights and kicked the door shut behind her. He could hear Mouse groan, complaining weakly that it was too bright. His heart broke silently in his chest. 

“My old eyes can’t see in this hovel!” Rheia’s voice was heard behind the door, but after Jeonghan didn’t hear much and despite his want to listen in, he gave them privacy. 

He made his way back to the living room, sitting at Joshua’s side now that he was sitting up, legs tucked to his chest. Seungcheol joined on his other side, leaning his head back against the couch and sighing loudly. There was a distant sound of a door opening and closing, and the slow shuffling of feet on the floor before Jihoon waddled in. 

“Don’t you people have jobs to do?”His groggy voice had Jeonghan rolling his eyes. 

“Don’t you?” 

“Hey, whao, watch the attitude,” Jihoon snorted through his nose and snickered, falling onto the loveseat to get comfortable. “I go in at eight tonight and I’ll be back late. Yesterday Mingyu, Seungkwan and I worked out a shift schedule so one of us is going to be home in case anything happens.” 

“How long do you think Rheia will be in there?” Joshua asked, processing the situation fully now. 

Jihoon made a sound of confusion. “Is that who I heard?” 

“Yeah, she showed up.” Seungcheol rubbing his temples. “I hope it isn’t long.” 

And they waited two. Fucking. Hours. 

Vernon and Seungkwan had woken up, made some breakfast before joining the four on the couches. They were filled in when they asked about the pot of soup on the stove, taking in the nervous silence after. No one dared to say a word, uncomfortable and unsure of what would come from Rheia’s impromptu visit. 

Then, like the sun broke through the clouds, Rheia stepped out and entered back into the living room, bowl empty and a small, sad smile on her lips. She placed the bowl in the sink and joined them, sighing quietly. That…wasn’t a good sign. 

“So?” Jihoon broke the shell of silence, dropping his phone into his lap. 

The older woman took a seat beside Jihoon, patting his knee before brushing her hair back. “While she wouldn’t tell me who did this…she did tell me everything they did. She cried a decent amount. I don’t even know where to begin with the information I just heard, however she asked me not to tell a soul until she was ready to say things herself. She might come out, she might not. She needs time.” 

“Do you-” 

“I think it would be beneficial for Mouse to speak to a therapist.” She cut Seungkwan off, straightening her back. “Not…right away, she isn’t ready to even leave the house, but I believe it can help when she can get that far. I have someone in mind, she is a wonderful practitioner and she is a private practice that worked with my girls before. I’ll get a number. Maybe a phone call to start with Mouse, but we can’t force her.” 

Jeonghan groaned, sinking in his spot. 

There wasn’t anything they could do besides wait and he wasn’t enjoying the thought of that option. Patience wasn’t his strong suit, he knew that, everyone knew that… No one looked happy with the information but they were shit out of luck for the time being.” 

“I need to get going, you can finish the soup, however all of you can call me if something happens, if she needs help, or if you need help.” Rheia hummed, standing up. “Things might get worse, harder, before they get better. Keep your chin up for each other and her, boys.”

“No one can help you first, sweetie.” Rheia gave you a gentle smile. “You need to take the first step to help yourself, Y/N.” 

You hated to admit how right she was before she left the room, leaving you in your hovel of safety and protection. No one could hurt you here, it was the main reason you wanted to be here and not in the city. The only person that could hurt you here was yourself.

You also didn't mean to spill your guts to her. Once you got started, it was word vomit that didn’t stop until you were crying, close to a panic attack. She tried to ask who hurt you, nearly begged, but each time you tried to remember their faces and names, you spiraled and forgot how to breathe properly. You could scream the names in your head but no amount of will let you voice it. 

Though you could see Rheia wanted to hold you, she stayed in the desk chair Jeonghan had in his room, a comfortable distance away. You did a lot of crying, babbling that you were struggling but you were terrified of everything. Looking in the mirror was hard when changing bandages over your chest, having spent a few times curled beside the toilet at the sight of yourself. 

Sleep felt useless, it wasn’t restful when you did manage to get any. Nightmares continued to wake you up in a violent, shaking cold sweat, needing to take time to calm down and catch your breath. Almost every single time, you were unable to fall back to sleep. You’d hear something in the middle of the night that ripped you from sleep and you would be too paranoid to even close your eyes. However, you didn’t always want to stay in Jeonghan’s room. 

The previous night you heard Wonwoo leave Pandora and retreat into his room for some much needed sleep. When no one else stirred in the house, you left your sanctuary and escaped to the confines of Pandora to play some games, and you cleaned up after yourself before hiding once more. 

You’ve been hearing the guys talk as well, it wasn’t difficult to. They were constantly worried. You knew Jeonghan and Joshua had spent plenty of time sitting at the door, talking aimlessly to keep themselves busy or sane. Sometimes you’d hear Seokmin talking to the door as if it was you, telling stories to pass the time. 

Rheia told you that it would take time, but locking yourself in wouldn’t help with getting better. Baby steps were her suggestion first, maybe just leave the room for longer periods of time, spending some time with the guys at least in the same room, or cooking to keep yourself busy. 

Again, you hated that she was right. 

Standing up from bed, you shuffled your way into the closet to grab a change of clothes; your leggings, Jeonghan’s oversized t-shirt, and one of Joshua’s sweatshirts you stole. While you were clean, you weren’t really clean. Seonghwa gave you the okay to shower, even giving you a type of bandage to prevent the brand from getting wet, but you didn't have any energy besides a thorough wipe down and changing clothes/bandages. You needed a long overdue everything shower, since baths were way out of the option, and to clean the room a little bit. 

It took you twenty minutes of sitting, wrapped in a towel, staring at the water coming out of the shower head to run your hand under the stream. You couldn’t help the flashes of you locked in the metal box as it filled with water, seeing the glass doors and walks encasing the shower. The further you got into the water, the more you had to step out to stop the racing of your heart and breath. You made sure the water was scolding hot, which helped, but it was still sickening, drenching yourself in water. 

Despite the time it took (when did over an hour pass?), you were just happy you got clean and felt more refreshed. You changed the bandages on your chest, stopping yourself from scratching at the irritated skin around it. It was a worse feeling than the brand itself.

Next on your (somewhat) list was to clean up Jeonghan’s room. In the darkness, you’ve haphazardly tossed dirty clothes, sweat drenched blankets, and things from your suitcase laid about. You made piles of things desperately needing a wash (which…you might pawn off onto one of the guys), and clean, taking it upon yourself to hang clothes in your boyfriend’s closet. He would be over the moon – probably – when he finds out (who were you kidding? He’d be so happy).

“What if we just have Min pick up burgers for dinner?” You heard Jihoon as he called down the hall, passing the door. Someone responded but it was muffled. “Okay well no one else wants to cook!” 

You didn’t like that, frowning at his words. There had been a larger amount of fast food for dinner, but lunch was always something homemade from what you could tell. Were they not taking care of themselves because of you? Your frown grew wider. 

“We need to stop eating out as much…” Cheol passed the door as well, huffing. 

“Oh, are you going to cook?” Jihoon laughed. “I don’t want food poisoning again. No, thanks.” 

Their presence right outside, shuffling about, had you taking a step back and sitting on the bed, sighing quietly. 

Face your uncomfortability. Telling yourself that was easier said than done. You can do it!  

You had a sinking feeling in your stomach, it made you nauseous and dizzy. Staring at the door, your nails dug into your palms, sucking in a slow, deep breath. Nodding, you stood and walked towards the door, only to chicken out when your hand reached for the knob. You were getting the anxious itches, wishing to claw your skin off and start anew. 

Then you paced…and paced…and paced…and sat back down, defeated and unhappy with yourself. 

Wait, you fucking idiot! Light bulb moment. 

Looking around, you found your phone in the pile of blankets. One of them had given it to you when bringing food, saying to text them if you needed anything. It had been on do not disturb and you were anxiously ignoring the hundreds of messages between group chats and solo chats, asking how you were doing. 

You scolded and scrolled until you found Jihoon’s contact name in your phone. 

[To Cat Boi 4 12:44 PM]  If you get burgers…can I have cheese fries? 

Waiting for his reply, your leg bounced and you continued to hear quiet conversation in the living room. Someone walked back passed the room, maybe Cheol by the footsteps, then a faster, hurried set of steps followed, probably Jihoon. 

[Cat Boi 4 12:51 PM]  Only if you accept an ultimatum Oh, this fucker… You replied quickly.  [To Cat Boi 4 12:52 PM]  Depends… [Cat Boi 4 12:53 PM]  You need to come get it yourself when it gets here.

You clenched your jaw. This sneaky bastard, you knew that was going to be it but it was a decent push you needed. It would be your starting point, albeit one you would stress over, but a start! 

[To Cat Boi 4 12:59 PM]  Add a milkshake and it’s a deal.

You could hear Jihoon laugh and Seungkwan asked what was so funny. 

[Cat Boi 4 1:01 PM]  Deal. Thanks for doing business.  I’ll text you when it's here so I’m holding you to it.

You sent him a middle finger emoji and a melting face emoji.

[To Cat Boi 4 1:03 PM] I hate you So much  [Cat Boi 4 1:01 PM] Wrong, what do you want for lunch? [To Cat Boi 4 1:03 PM] Not hungry. I’ll eat later

Tossing your phone aside, you laid back and groaned, staring helplessly at the ceiling. 

You had a few hours to mentally prepare to go out there. The thought had nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach. However, you were determined to do it, determined to take a good first, small step forward. Though…there was most likely no want you’d be able to sit with them at the table. They’d be too close and a good chance they’d be too loud, which was a hard pass. Maybe sitting on the couch and eating was a good idea.

You’ll figure it out, you typically do.

[Cat Boi 4 7:19 PM] It’s here

You could hear the commotion of meal time in the house. Seokmin, though not as enthusiastic as he usually was, announced he was home with food, sending the rest into a frenzy.  You heard the clatter of plates and the low murmur of conversation. It seemed Jihoon had texted you after they settled, but they were still talking. This was one of the dinners where you heard all of them together.

Did you believe you were prepared enough to face them? Maybe. You spent hours mentally preparing for it. You rehearsed a million answers to different questions they might ask, thought of a few escape answers, and told yourself it was okay to be overwhelmed and leave the room.

Standing at the door, you placed your hand on the doorknob, swallowing down your nerves for a moment. 

You got this. You repeated a few times, staring at the handle blankly. 

Quietly, you opened it and peeked into the hallway, sucking in a deep breath. Fixing Joshua’s sweatshirt, you gripped the cuffs of it and slowly made your way down the hall. 

“Do you think she will actually come out?” Chan’s voice broke the moment of silence.

Jihoon sighed. “I’m hoping. The ultimatum was more of a joke but I have some faith she will.” 

“I love you guys, but I miss Mouse.” Mingyu huffed and it sounded like he grumbled around some food. 

“We can’t pressure her,” Seungcheol spoke next and you stopped, placing yourself against the wall. “While we don’t know the full extent of everything currently, she is hurting, recovering, and trying to make sense of the trauma. We know the process, we’ve gone through it a few different times, but everyone copes differently. Mouse could still be refiguring out what being safe is. It might have only been a few days for her with who hurt her, but it could feel like a thousand.” 

You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you leaned your head back against the wall. It came out shaky and strained, an uneasy feeling bubbling in your chest. 

Don’t let this stop you. You scolded yourself, biting your bottom lip. It’s already one stop forward and two steps back, but you need to take at least one stop to start.

“Should I put her milkshake in the freezer-?” Vernon looked over at it as you entered the area. 

“No-” Your voice was rough, hesitant, and all of their gazes set on you instantly. Clearing your throat, you averted your eyes. “I got it.” 

Flicking your eyes up, you met a few of their stares, half rooted in place. You knew the bruising on your face was still a little yellowish from Nightmare hitting you. The handprint bruising on your neck from Joker’s strangulation was in a similar stage of healing. You didn’t look good, but it wasn’t as rough as when they first saw you for sure. In their eyes, you might be viewed as even more broken and bruised, small, and in need of care.

You watched as Cheol quickly grabbed Jeonghan and Joshua by the back of their shirts, stopping them from moving. Both your boyfriends looked just about ready to jump up and pounce on you. They looked relieved and eyes weren’t as dull, but the way they held themselves back showed they knew you were struggling. 

“Do you need-” Jeonghan stared wide eyed and you shook your head. 

“No, I got it.” You took a deep breath, willing yourself not to turn back. “Just continue eating, please.” 

You took the long way into the kitchen to avoid getting too close, stopping at the kitchen island where your food rested. They were still staring and you ignored them to the best of your abilities as you grabbed a plate, piling your burger and fries on to it. Looking over to the table, you see your usual seat with a plate and napkin set, vacant and looming. Even the thought of sitting there was numbing. 

You made eye contact with Jeonghan, looking so hopefully, a spark of joy in his eyes. Joshua looked similar, a small, timid smile on his lips. Really, all of them held an expression of pride, which had your stomach doing somersaults. 

“Do you want to sit there?” Minghao broke the silence and the flash of panic that crossed your face was enough for him to give you a somber smile.

“I don’t think I can…and I think I’d like to keep my dinner down instead of having a panic attack.” That came out a lot harsher than you wanted and your heart started to beat faster. “Wait- No, I’m sorry-” 

“It’s okay.” Seungcheol spoke softly and your heart broke a little, “Do you want your chair at least?” 

Picking up your plate and drink, you shook your head and went to the couch, curling up in a corner and eating quietly. 

“Alright, back to the original conversation I wanted,” Soonyoung spoke up and a wave of groans were heard behind you. “Which Disney Princess do you think should have been gay?”

Joshua sighed. “Mulan.” 

“That is such a basic bitch answer.” Soonyoung scoffed. “Give me something better.”

Vernon laughed, wheezing some as he did. “My answer is Sleeping Beauty or Merida.” 

“Thank you, Vernon.” 

You couldn’t stop the little chuckle that came out. 

Mingyu snickered. “Ariel shouldn’t have ended up with Eric. He was too…Bland.” 

“Violet from The Incredibles should have also been gay.” The low rumble of Wonwoo’s voice made you scoff. 

Soonyoung groaned. “I said Disney, not Pixar.”

“Nah, let him cook. Pixar is basically Disney at this point, right? He isn’t wrong either.” 

“And Elastigirl should have left what’s-his-face for the not-so-mean lesbian in the second movie.” 

You flinched at the uproar from Mingyu, Soonyoung, and – most surprising – Jun. They argued over more princesses and movie characters, but despite the flinching a few times one and a while from when they got loud, it was okay. It was a decent change to eating with people rather than in the dark in a bedroom alone, even if you weren’t sitting with them. 

Placing your plate aside when finished, you curled up more with your mostly finished milkshake and noticed your eyes getting heavy. Taking a deep breath in, it felt nice to be tired. You only wondered if you’d be able to get some proper rest. 

“Mouse, you could hand me your plate or I can grab it, whichever you are more comfortable with.” Joshua could be heard behind you, maybe a few feet away, but thankfully made himself known before approaching. 

Peering over the back of the couch sleepily, you grabbed the plate and handed it over, half hidden behind the couch. When he took it quietly and stepped away, you stood and shuffled to the loveseat to watch them move about quietly. They all worked quietly to clean up, keeping their voices low. Sometimes they’d look over to you and look away with haste when you met their gaze. 

You tugged a blanket over the back of the seat and wrapped yourself up, falling comfortably into your side. Your eyes continued to grow heavy, your breathing evening out, and you quickly drifted into much needed sleep.

“That can not be comfortable.” Chan frowned, staring over at Mouse.

Seungcheol puffed out some air, giving a small shake of his head. “Definitely not, but she is asleep. Who knows the last time she got proper sleep.” 

Mouse, as of current, was curled up and contorted in a rather…interesting sleeping position. He had watched her go from curled up under the blanket to one leg off the love seat, hanging oddly, her neck craned weird, and both arms curled up where she would definitely be sore tomorrow. The blanket was half on the floor and no one was stupid enough to get close and fix it. 

“She’s been asleep for at least an hour, we should properly wake her up.” Joshua hummed, pouting over at her. 

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Wonwoo snorted, raising his brow and lowering his phone. “She can sleep like a rock when she wants or needs to.”

“Do you think she will wake up if I scream?” Mingyu  asked. 

“Do not. I’ll beat your ass.” Cheol rolled his eyes. “I don’t want a headache.” 

“Touching her is out of the question.” Jeonghan frowned at his girlfriend’s sleeping form, huffing quietly. 

Sighing, Seungcheol pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why wake her up? Just let her sleep whenever she gets comfortable.” 

“She should be sleeping in a bed-” Jeonghan went to argue, only to back down when Seungcheol glared at him. 

“Don’t wake her up. Don’t bother her. And do not touch her, any of you.” His eyes shifted around to those in the room. “And if you do, and cause her any further discomfort, I’ll have you on clean up duty for a long time.” 

Most averted his gaze after, knowing clean up was the worst punishment if Cheol had a say in it. Last time someone didn’t listen – Soonyoung – he was told to personally clean up drug dens, body fluids, and more, until the leader was satisfied. There were plenty of different clean up jobs Cheol could place them on if he pleased, much worse than then the drug dens. 

“So if it’s an accident…” Mingyu started and Wonwoo hit him in the arm. 

“Shut up.”

“It’s a valid question!” 

“Don’t dig yourself a hole, ‘Gyu.” Minghao stopped him, shaking his head. “You won’t win any argument here.’ 

The tall man puffed, crossed his arms over his chest, grumbling about how no one was standing up with him. 

“Yet you keep talking.” Seokmin smirked, stepping back into the living room after leaving for a while. “Cheol, can we talk?” 

Raising a brow, he nodded and stood, looking to the rest. “Don’t bother her.” 

Someone repeated him with annoyance in his tone (it was Jeonghan, he knew it), but ignored him to trail down the hall to his office, kicking the door open for Seokmin and plopped down on one of the couches. There was a concerned frown on Seokmin’s face as he sat opposite of Seungcheol, a look not often seen on the other man’s face. 

“What’s up?” 

Seokmin stared down at his lap then sighed, leaning back. “I’m…going to put in my notice to work on Monday.” 

“Okay,” Cheol nodded his head. “Can I know why we are moving it up?”

“I can’t keep faking it anymore.” Seokmin pushed his hair back and slumped his shoulders. “Every other hour I’m getting question after question about Mouse or why she is gone. Because it’s an indefinite leave, there are now a lot of rumors in the office too. It’s starting to eat away at me more and I can’t stay any longer for my own sanity. We should probably look into a notice for her too. If Mouse went back, I don’t think she’ll be able to handle the rumors and hounding. She can get another-” 

“Sounds fair.” Cheol knew it wouldn’t last forever with the double life, but he was surprised it lasted as long as it did. “Monday, you put in the notice to leave and I’ll try – or someone will try – to talk to Mouse about this too.” 

The relief that washed over Seokmin was instant, his shoulders relaxed and a murmured work of gratitude slipped out.

“But don’t think you’ll be doing nothing now, I’ll find more stuff for you to do.” Cheol teased and Seokmin grinned wide. 

“Wouldn’t put it past you, boss.” His shoulders shook happily with a quiet chuckle. “Thank you for understanding.” 

“Don’t thank me, it isn’t a problem.” Seungcheol waved it off and stood, nodding towards the door. “Head on out of here, I’m going to get some work done I’ve been putting off.” 

‘I’ll make sure no one bothers her~” 

“I didn’t-” He went to continue but Seokmin wiggled his eyebrows, halting his words in disbelief. 

“Don’t need to, lover boy.” And he left quickly, leaving laughter in his trail. 

Okay, Seungcheol knew his feelings for Mouse were still prevalent. He also knew that he was originally going to feel out a chance of a relationship before the shit show. Did he look a little love sick? Maybe. He had been staying home the most to make sure Mouse was okay. Cheol had that luxury that the other’s didn’t always have. 

“Focus.” He reminded himself, sighing. “No lovesick brain right now.”

You stirred, taking a deep breath in as you came to consciousness. 

Your neck hurt some and both of your arms had fallen asleep from how they were curled up. It took a moment for you to open your eyes, eyebrows furrowing together when met with the dimly lit living room. 

By the sun being fully set and the silence in the house, you guessed it was late. The house was so quiet – or well, kinda quiet with the snore that ripped through the air. 

Lifting your head, you found Seungcheol laying on the couch across from you, a blanket thrown over his lower half and a pillow hugged to his chest. His snoring was soft, but it was the only major sound in the living room.  His lips were parted and his eyebrows were furrowed together, stirring some. 

You sat up, stretching properly with a pang of pain in your side from your ribs, feeling the popping of your joints with each movement. It was the first peaceful sleep you’ve had since coming back, you didn’t know how long you slept but at least you did sleep. You weren’t as tired as you were before. You didn’t dream either, which you were also taking as a win. No dream was better than nightmares.

“You’re up?” 

Seungcheol’s voice had your head snapping to meet his gaze. He was frowning at you haphazardly, ruffling his hair back and out of his face. You stared at him for a moment, tugging the blanket you had around you.

“Yeah, did I wake you?” You whispered. 

He shook his head. “Not really, but you shifted and I woke up. Think I was napping more than anything.” 

“Your snoring said otherwise.” You teased and a yawn bubbled out. 

Cheol grumbled as the yawn came from him next, pouting once settled. 

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, adjusting to being awake. You took note of the state of the living room; things thrown about messily, the Christmas tree still up, and a majority of the presents surrounding it. Seungcheol sat up, eyes unfocused as he yawned against, coming back to the proper plane of existence. 

“Do you need anything?”  He tilted his head curiously, scratching at his neck. “Anything I could do for you?” 

You did say you’d try and pawn some laundry off on one of them…

When you asked for the favor to at least have help throwing the sheets and blankets in the wash, he was up and leaving the area in an instant. You could hear the quiet pitter-patter of his feet on the floor, treading wherever needed. Cheol promises they would be washed and ready by tomorrow for you to take back. 

Then he sat down once more, twiddling his thumbs like he wanted to say something but was unsure of himself or his words. You gave him a moment to attempt to speak up, seeing him lost in thought, and when he didn’t, you extended an olive branch. 

“What’s on your mind?” 

He whipped his head up, eyes wide before he dropped his gaze and cleared his throat. 

“I know you probably have a lot going on in your thoughts and physical recovery. But I want you to know that I’m always around if you want to chat. We’d like to help you however you’d let us.” 

Cheol looked up again, those stupid, big sparkly eyes staring across the way to you. He was waiting for your answer and your stomach twisted with uncertainty. You opened your mouth to speak, letting a flood of unsure thoughts choke you up. A sound left your throat, you wanted to say something- 

“This was the first time in days that I slept without a nightmare.” Was all you managed to get out. You breathed in deep, blinking away tears. “Things are difficult. Motivation is shot, and I’m exhausted, Cheol.” 

Your tone was riddled with defeat and pain, over all of the self-doubt and fear you couldn’t escape. 

Seungcheol dropped his shoulders, a sympathetic smile gracing his lips. He waited to see if you’d continue but signed when you didn’t. “I’m sorry things have been hard at this time. There is nothing I can probably do or say that will help that. You’ve lost so much independence and safety. No one will understand that fear of your situation more than yourself. However, no one will rush you, you take as long as you need and we will walk with you to help. All we want to see is you get better…When Rheia was here, she mentioned a therapist she had in mind you could take to, would you consider it?” 

You nodded, knowing you needed someone to treat you unbiased and medically for your trauma. “I think it might be a good idea.” 

He nodded along with you. “I’ll get the info from her and you can do it all at your own pace, okay?”

“Thank you, Cheol, for everything. I mean it.” 

Clicking his tongue, he shook his head. “Don’t thank me for that, Mouse. I want you to get better for yourself first and foremost.”

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AN:

Hi, I know I've been sporadic with posting BSH here on Tumblr, not from lack of love, but more because I'm trying to finish BSH!! I am still actively writing it, literally I work on it almost every waking moment I can. The only issue is...when writing longer chapters, It takes more type to read through, edit, etc.

I'm going to post on here until I catch up to the Ao3 posting (chapter 44) then after that, it will be in time with each chapter on Ao3 until I finish! I'll make sure to put dates of next chapters in the top of the previous chapter and also in the Master List.

I'm sorry for any inconvenience!! I hope you stick around and enjoy Blood Stained Hands <3

[static-sulker]

I might maybe possibly be thinking of a modern fantasy apartment AU with the main crew. All of them being stupid ass magical roommates without tadpoles...Just letting them be happy.

Also my Tav is in there because...yeah. His name is Silk and he is such a silly guy ridden with the 'tism. Drow Warlock who sees the good in everything... Such a...A yeah...

Little notes i've been conjuring about this...

Gale and Wyll made a chore chart in the kitchen, with little magnets for each person. Astarion regularly will switch his magnet in the middle of the night just so he doesn't have to do the fucking dishes and EVERYBODY knows besides Gale and Wyll. Wyll is on the fence about it, but Gale wholeheartedly believes when Astarion lies through his teeth about never having done it.

Karlach and Halsin go on grocery runs in the mornings. Karlach goes for the running part, while Halsin comes along for the run as well as to stop Karlach from buying the most horrendous shit. The one time she went alone very early in the houses lifespan, Karlach bought like 3 bags of go-gurt, about 50 dollars worth of cheap booze, and a big piece of raw steak to cook. She burnt said steak. But she's trying now, at least.

The team will take turns every now and then to get Astarion blood from themselves as it gives Astarion a lot more energy then normal settling blood. BUT they do have "blood bags" that they set up in the kitchen fridge whenever they know nobody with the right blood is gonna be available to give him blood if he needs it. They TOTALLY get it by legal means and it TOTALLY doesn't melt Astarions heart that they try so hard to help him.

Silk finds a stray dog in the alleys of their building one day when they went out to work (they do freelance art with their magic for like startups, it's fun). After casting "speak with animals" they find out this dog, Scratch, is waiting for his owner to return. His owner was killed out by some gnoll gang downtown. When they come back from work later in the evening, they find Scratch again, still waiting. Long story short, Silk adopts scratch in their very strict "no pets" rule of an apartment. And don't get me STARTED on the owlbear cub. Lae'zel and Halsin were out, originally to get some spare lightbulbs and tools for the apartment and find the little critter getting chase by some goblins in some backalley parking lot. Lae'zel plans to ignore the thing, but Halsin assists the cub. Once done, they plan to leave, before the cub begins to follow them home. Halsin names the cub "Vauva" and Lae'zel soon becomes SO attached.

They have presentation nights, where everybody makes slideshows about literally anything. Last week, Gale made one about the conflicts of archmages and the idea of apprentices. Karlach then made a tier list on the worst monsters ever documented, Lae'zel helped with that one. Shadowheart made this whole discussion over her favorite and least favorite teas (she fuckin' hates green tea for like no reason). Wyll made one on Baldurs Gate history. Astarion made a smash or pass list of all of the political leaders in Baldurs Gate. Silk made a presentation on the weirdest underdark myths and rumors they have heard on their time above ground. Halsin presented (well more like persuaded) on getting a new herb for their kitchens row of herbs and spices set on the windowsill. They have too many and he got like 5 minutes of stand time before Karlach kicked him off.

Lae'zel hate-cleans when shes mad at somebody in the apartment. Basically, she cleans every room in the entire fucking apartment BESIDES any of said "victims" parts of the house. One time, she got into a fight with Shadowheart and threw all of the dirty laundry she had so carefully put into the laundry room back into her room just all over the fucking place. If shes calm though, the house is normally fairly clean under her and Wyll's watch. It's one of the only things they agree on.

Because every bg3 piece of content I make loops back to bloodweave, I think they would have a little reading time together. Like whenever everybody is settling down for the night and they are up for it, they take this lovely window seat couch/bed thing in Gales room and just take out a good bottle of wine and a book for each of them and just read until late. They originally did this separately, but when the two find themselves both in the living room at 2 in the morning reading, they decide in silent agreement to make it routine. They sometimes read in silence, other times just talking absently about anything. Shadowheart finds out first by coming in to Gales room late one night to return a book he lent to her to find the two both passed out, tucked away in the window, books still in hand before they accidentally passed out. Shadowheart then teases them with photos the morning after.

Karlach and Lae'zel both do these really intense shadowboxing exercises in Karlachs room whenever the two have freetime and enough energy to go through with it. It's a heated bitter rivalry in the eyes of the githyanki, but Karlach just loves a little workout with her friend! Lae'zel does enjoy the workouts, as she doesn't get many options to really let off ALL of her steam, even if she works at a gym as a personal trainer. She is constantly told shes a bit TOO rough with the clients so she has to "tone it down". So it's nice.

Astarion and Shadowheart have girls nights. Like they paint each others nails and watch like twilight together (ironically they get so heated at how wrong they get it. "Just another human writer writing about shit she doesn't get" is used a lot in their rewatches). They also talk about like...their feelings. But it's very sparse and done so by a copious amount of wine (wine with a heavy amount of blood on the side for Astarion). Both of them never got to have moments like this in their childhoods, of just pure calmness and domestic childhood enjoyment, so they make due with what they can.

BY THE HELLS I JUST REALIZED I WROTE THIS MUCH. DAMN OKAY.

[leebitkitty]

Can I ask for switch!Lee Know but mostly Sub x fem!reader with the promts:

9,

19,

36

and

65?

cardboard walls

pairing: switch!minho (mainly dom) x switch!fem!reader (mainly sub)

note: hi anon! thanks for the ask! i am going to remove prompt #9 since this is an unestablished relationship, hope i haven't ruined it😭 hope u enjoy this fic!

prompts:

🐱 19. "i'm done being just roommates."

🐱 36. "i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to cum in my pants."

🐱 65. "i love you."

warnings: pervert!minho, roommate!minho, masturbation (both m and f), penetrative sex (p in v), unprotected sex, minho steals your panties (?), nipple play m. receiving, i think there's more but tell me if i missed any important ones

minors do not interact

ever since he's met you, he swore on his life you would be the only girl he'd fall for.

minho was in love with you. no, obsessed with you. he'd watch your every move and mentally note down what were your dislikes and the things you loved.

the day he met you, he felt like he's never seen anyone with a more beautiful personality than you. he met you through his friend, your warm smile while greeting him never leaving his memory. after you two became very close, you both decided to live together after graduating high school to save some money.

actually, he was the one to present the idea, getting you hooked on the benefits. minho honestly just wanted to get closer with you and see your living arrangements. "honestly," he thought.

"hey! do you need your laundry done?" minho loudly knocks on your bedroom door, making you lose your focus from the tv. you jump out of bed, grabbing your laundry basket and opening the door. "yeah! thanks so much for this minho, you are seriously a livesaver," you giggle, handing minho your laundry basket.

minho walks to the laundry room and starts emptying out your clothes, when he sees a lacy light pink pair of panties in them. he feels his dick already twitching in his pants at the thought of you wearing them, but the fact that they were dirty makes him half-hard already.

was he really the type to be doing this? stealing his roommates panties and jerking off with them later? his thoughts raced his mind, until he eventually gives up and stuffs your panties into his pocket as he empties the rest of your laundry into the machine.

every day after you come home from your night shift, you would always masturbate in your room to rid the memories of a long day. today was no different.

today you come home a bit later than minho expected, worrying him a bit until he heard the door unlock and you tiptoeing to your room. he jumps up, immediately leaning against the wall. oh, how he felt like the happiest man on earth having your room right next to his with these cardboard walls.

you close your bedroom door and sit on your bed as you already start to unzip your jeans and lay your hand on your closed pussy. you sigh in relief, digging your fingers in gently.

minho presses his ear more into the wall, softly palming his clothed erection as he shuts his eyes and let the pleasure take over his body, from head to toe. you slid your hand in your panties, already slipping out a loud moan, forgetting that it's currently midnight. minho lets out a soft whine leave his throat upon hearing you as he took out his dick. grabbing your panties from his pocket, he quickly laid it on his dick, admiring the view before jerking off.

he continued jerking himself off with your panties, trying to guess and match your speed. your moans were getting louder, you were getting closer. you cum with a shout of minhos name, automatically making minho cum, as if on cue.

minho was overwhelmed, trying to puzzle out what just had happened. did you just moan his name? minho couldn't take this anymore. he quickly takes off your now cum-covered panties off his dick and shoves his dick back inside his sweatpants before he marches up to your room, taking a deep breath before knocking on your door. you nearly did a double take, checking the time before mumbling "shit.." and rubbing your head.

"o-oh! yeah, come in," you call out, covering yourself with your blanket. "listen, i'm done being just roommates. to be honest, i overheard you in my room and got horny," minho mumbles, standing in the doorway.

he felt a sudden surge of confidence upon seeing your nervous state, walking in your room with a smirk on his face. he walks up to your bed, leaning down so you two were face-to-face. "now.. didn't you just scream my name earlier? hm?," minho smiles, tilting his head like a cat. "not answering, huh?," he asks, lifting up your blanket, taking it off completely to reveal your hands still in your panties.

"still rubbing yourself even after i caught you? have you no shame? c'mon, continue," he says sweetly, pulling up a chair to sit down right beside you. you continue your movements on your pussy, whimpering here and there as you were being overstimulated.

"did i ask you to keep your panties on? take them off. get rid of those jeans too before i rip them off of you." he says, arms crossed. you lift your hips just enough so you can take off your pants and panties, shivering at the contact the cold air made with your now bare cunt, continuing to touch yourself.

after a few minutes, minho sits on the bed and halts you, sitting on his knees. he bends down just enough to be face-to-face with your glistening pussy, begging to be eaten. he wastes no time as he dives right in, licking your nub and fingering you with his hand. you immediately arch your back, already on the brink of cumming.

"fuck! fuck, minho, i'm cumming!" you breathe out, minho groaning into your clit, vibrations making you reach ecstasy. he sits up, face soaked in your juices, licking his lips. "good girl," he grins, sitting up.

he sits down on the bed, hands behind his head on the beds headboard with a giant smirk as he playfully looks down at his pants and then to you, signaling he wants you to sit on him. you smirk back as you sit on him, your clit rubbing his boner. you kiss his neck as you rub your clit on his clothed erection, the friction making him throw his head back, basking in the pleasure.

you tug on his shirt, helping him get it off as you peck his nipple. an unexpected long whine leaves him, making your grin even bigger than it already was. you harshfully bite and lick his sensitive nipple, pinching the other one. with the merciless actions you were performing on his nipples, you continue rubbing your clit on his boner, making minho violently shake.

his eyes roll back, "faster, please, please, i want it faster," he whines out, so close to cumming. you rub your clit faster on his clothed length, already feeling like cumming yourself. "fuck, oh my god, y/n," he cries out, cumming in the confines of his sweatpants. he continues shaking with each spurt, sweating buckets. "i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to cum in my pants," minho shyly says.

"aw, don't be shy. it's cute. by the way, i didn't cum yet, kitty..," you start, tugging down his sweatpants slowly as he lifts his hips to let you take them off faster. you awed at his cock for a second, red and leaking, both dick and sweatpants covered in pearly white cum. you sit on him fast, not even letting him or yourself adjust to the feeling.

you groan out loud as minho was on the brink of crying from sheer overstimulation. you bounce up and down, holding on to his shoulders for support. minho quickly regains composure, thrusting up into you once, so hard and so deep, you could feel him in your stomach. you cry out loudly as you harshly clench on him, suprised from his sudden change.

he smirks evilly at you, hot tears still in his eyes, ears and lips still red. he continues thrusting up into you, both of you close to heaven. you both cum at the same time, you collapsing onto him, both of you breathing heavily.

he lifts your head up and pecks your head, looking at you fondly. "i love you," he whispers. you peck him back and play with his hair. "i love you back," you whisper.

"go out with me?"

© leebitkitty.

[entomolog-t]

Bite Me - Chapter 10

What is this? Highschool musical?

June stress cleans, and Aedes stresses.

Pumped out another promptober prompt!! Glipse

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13 @naive-bias

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Previous Chapter : Chapter 9

Next Chapter: Chapter 11

Word count: 2520

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, mild depictions of anxiety

As if a passenger in her own mind, June watches her actions playing out before her as her mind hums, buzzing with thoughts of the night- thoughts of Aedes. The shock of realization, the way he moved both too fast and too rigid. She remembers his voice, silky smooth and deep- how it cracked as he begged her to stop. She grimaces as she remembers the fear so clear on his face- and how deeply she desired it. 

As her hands numbly move from task to task her thoughts seem to ebb and flow- at times, however briefly, placated by the monotony of cleaning. At first it was easy- she made her bed, picked up discarded clothing, and straightened the various contents of her desk. Yet, as her room became more and more tidy, she became desperate to find more tasks to occupy her mind. 

She rearranged her plants, switching their positions from her desk to the shelves to the window sill. 

Play with me, my human

She optimized the layout of her room, moving her laundry basket right beside her dresser to keep things thematically consistent- to find a logical flow. Or so she told herself. There had to be some reason- some excuse to think about anything other than him. 

Indulge your delusion

His words seemed to echo in her mind and June found herself craving more stimulating tasks to busy herself- to quiet her mind. To quiet him. 

So she continued on. The guitar should go near the desk, not the stand mirror.  The rug looks better at the side of the bed, not the foot of it.  Maybe the bed should face the other way? 

June sighs. 

This was getting ridiculous. 

Looking at the space in front of her, her room was as meticulously kept as it had ever been. Immaculate by her standards, and yet the thoughts of him persisted. Her lips drew into a tight line. How could they not? Everything about the night was so far beyond her realm of normalcy she hadn’t even initially believed it herself. 

Even now she found herself full of questions and doubts. The reality she was apparently living in felt inconsistent with the reality she’d always known. Why was he so small? How could vampires exist- what even constituted a vampire? Was he immortal? Or was he just some guy who drank blood? Two lines of thought thrashed against one another, competing for her attention. Logic, alight with curiosity, demanded answers, while the more empathetic part of her wanted a conclusion- needed an apology to be heard, a way to show him she was sorry.

Each question seemed to compete for her attention, growing louder and more desperate as she shoved them to the back of her mind while simultaneously shoving book after book back into her bookcase. Though she meandered about in silence her thoughts were loud. Unbelievably so- as if they were drowning out all actual sound. Her mind was loud- but she could be louder. 

A song, gentle and familiar, starts to form on her tongue. 

I fall to pieces

Each time I see you again

The notes felt smooth in a way it was hard to describe. Smooth in a way that seemed to soften the sharpness in her mind, as if the softness of the song could dull the edge of her emotions. The melody a soothing balm on her agitated mind. 

I fall to pieces

How can I be just your friend?

The tangle of thoughts that constricted around her mind seemed to relax, coming undone as though the song pulled just the right thread to untangle the mass, pulling the thoughts further and further from her, as if sending them floating away on her melody. 

You want me to act like we've never kissed

And yet, for as placating as it was… something felt off. June couldn't shake the thought that something was amiss- an unsettling undercurrent lingered just beneath the shallow tranquility of the song. A particular unease seemed to creep at the edges of her mind. Not a foreboding dread, but instead something lighter, almost like deja vu, as if it was something she should have known- The feeling of forgetting something but not being sure what; The feeling of pulling a loose thread only to unravel a crucial stitch…

You want me to forget 

Pretend we've never met

As she sang she felt as thoughts, abstract and formless, seemed to shift in the back of her mind. As if the words of her song had breathed life into something dormant lurking in her subconscious. The words were familiar, yet not, taking on an enigmatic allure-  as if they held secrets she ought to have known. With each lyric that escaped her lips, a subtle transformation occurred, as though the music itself was a conduit, channeling something she felt compelled piece together. 

And I've tried and I've tried

But I haven't yet

Movement out of the corner of her eye catches June’s gaze

All at once, her heart stops and the gears that were futility catching finally seem to clunk into place. Aedes… he hadn’t left.

You walk by and I fall to pieces

I fall to pieces

The lyrics became a prophecy to unfold, as June falls to pieces. The words barely register in her mind, her lips numbly singing the words as her eyes stay locked on him for the longest second of her life. Something in her feels as though it crumbles. She’d sung the song countless times, and yet it was as if she’d never known it. The words seemed to resonate in more than just her chest. Her very being shaking under the resonance, it was as if she’d unlocked a new understanding- a whole new song. The words hadn’t changed, neither did the notes. It was something in her. 

June looks away, feigning that she was looking at something just near enough, but not him. Heart beating wildly in her chest she desperately fought to keep her face as neutral as possible. How could she bring herself to look at him after all that she'd done…

He… he was still here…

He hadn’t left…

June felt a lightness in her chest. Like a flower pushing up through the concrete, a small fragment of hope seemed to bloom from within her. 

Should she- 

No. She dismissed the idea before it could fully form. She’d done enough damage. 

But maybe she could make it right if she just- 

June chews her lip.

Just what was she supposed to do? Just waltz up and say ‘Hey I’m really sorry for scaring you- it's just that you being terrified really turned me on and I kinda thought you were into it’ ??

Embarrassment hot on her face, June flops to her bed, wishing she could just scream into her pillow, but the awareness that she had company forced her to keep some sort of decorum. Instead she reaches for her nightstand, pulling out the relic that was her childhood mp3 player. 

God, she wanted to make this right. 

He hadn’t left yet… maybe she still could. 

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Aedes' heart seems to jump in his chest as for the briefest of moments he is once again trapped in her stare- captive in her overwhelming gaze. 

Or… not? 

She moves on, still singing that enchanting melody. 

He releases a breath, his body all at once relaxing. She hadn’t seen him. 

Slowly, he backs away. He’d been stupid. He’d nearly gotten himself caught, and for what? To watch some natural disaster of a woman sing? He sighed, making his way back to the far corner beneath the dresser. 

He could have sworn they’d locked eyes… 

A part of him, as terrified as he was, almost wished they had.

Her song finishes, fading off into a melodious hum as he hears her settle on her bed.

Something felt off-

No, not felt- sounded.

While his spike of bloodlust had abated for now, his ears could still pick up the faint sound of her heart beating in the distance.

It was fast.

Far too fast for someone laying down.

Fuck.

She had seen him hadn't she? But she hadn't said a thing- she hadn't even made a move in his direction…

Was she just waiting for her chance- wanting to catch him off guard? 

He scowled. That didn't make sense. He was cornered. If she wanted to catch him she absolutely could.

The sound of her movement makes him jolt- nearly thwacking his head off the low cover of the dresser. He watches with his heart in his throat as she pads away from the bed and towards her closet, rummaging around in boxes she had moments ago neatly stacked away. His eyes follow her as she moves to sit at her desk- back to him. 

He swallowed. 

She wasn’t acting like it but he couldn’t shake the suspicion she had seen him. He frowned, not fond of staying in the spot where she had glimpsed him. He needed a better spot, and thankfully he had quite literally been delivered one. The freshly placed laundry bin perfectly covered the once bare space between the dresser and standing mirror. Carefully, Aedes made his way out from underneath the dresser, squeezing himself between the wicker laundry bin and the wall. 

Nothing. 

She continued to sit at her desk, idling fiddling with something. 

Aedes frowns. 

While entering the window and getting to the bed had been a quick and easy drop, the same couldn’t be said for the way back up. With no headboard to the bed Aedes found himself eyeing her desk as the only means to scale back up the window sill. 

With her back still turned, Aedes darts from the laundry bin to the mirror- peaking back to see the human still occupied at her desk. She hummed softly to herself as she sat hunched over something, her scale and his relative angle completely obscuring whatever it was that had her focus. 

Aedes sighed. Whatever it was that she was doing, he didn’t get the impression she’d be moving on anytime soon. He let him slump back against a large potted plant that sat decoratively beside the mirror. The cool ceramic felt nice against his skin. He felt his body once again start to relax, the sudden heaviness of exhaustion finally hitting him, as if he only now was bearing his full weight. 

Once again, he was back to waiting. 

Waiting for her to open the window.

Waiting for her to leave the room. 

Waiting to get away. 

The sun cast the room in a smothering warmth. Cozy, yet too much. Her hum droned on in the distance, with the occasional odd sound of her fiddling at her desk. Even in this relative calmness, the light of day was still so busy. Aedes found himself longing for the night- a cool breeze and fresh air. Peace and tranquility and freedom. He couldn’t wait to leave. To feel the crunch of dirt under his boots. The tall grass providing cover as he searched for something to feed on. A dark sky above him, stars bright and clear- the compelling song of a heart beat singing in his ears even more clear- Crystalline. A soft wordless melody filling him with vigor- resonating in his chest. The blood, sweet on his tongue, filling him with a hazy warmth. A cozy warmth. Enveloped in soft hands. Lips on his stomach. Her inaudible whispers hushed against his chest. What was she saying? He couldn’t hear her over the sound of her heart beating. Thunder in ears. So loud he could feel it- a vibration shaking him. The floor trembled beneath him

The… floor?

Aedes jolts awake.

His breath catching in his throat as her steps shake the floor. Fuck. 

He scrambles to his feet, peaking around from the cover of the plant.

There she was, in all her magnitude, walking straight towards the dresser. His throat tightened as she knelt down. 

No. 

She had seen him. 

Fuck. 

Was she looking for him?

He held his breath, heart slamming against his chest as his body tensed, preparing to run the second she turned her attention his way. 

Only- she didn’t. 

She knelt for only a moment, and then moved on- standing up and exiting the room, a soft hum fading into the distance as she left. She hadn’t reached under the dresser, hadn’t even looked. Aedes felt as his brows knit together. She had left something. A small vaguely rectangular shape sat just beneath the dresser. 

He swallowed. There was no denying it. She had seen him. She knew he was here. 

So just what was she doing?

His eyes flicked from the strange rectangle back to the door. She had left. the air around him felt lighter. More crisp, as if the tension of her presence left some kind of haze. His relief however, was short lived, as he attention was brought back to the window- still closed. 

Trapped. 

She wasn’t even here and he was still trapped. 

He drags his hands along the length of his face, frustration building. Think. There had to be something he could do in the meantime- someway he could move himself closer to escape. 

His eyes flicked back to the rectangle- curiosity gnawing at his focus. 

His eyes, adjusted to the daylight in the room, couldn’t quite make out what she’d left under the dresser with it obscured in the heavy contrast of shadow. The whole thing felt off, like a trick or some sort of trap, yet off in the distance he could still hear her, however faintly, humming to herself. 

Aedes scowls, eyes narrowing as he tentatively moves back toward the dresser, ready to sprint away in a second notice should he hear her return. 

Drawing closer, he makes out more details; black, soft edges, folds. Aedes’ frown deepens. The more he saw, the less sure he was of what exactly he was looking at. 

Was it… fabric?

He nudges the folded fabric with his foot- nothing feeling amiss, though he wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for.  

Aedes pauses for a moment, considering if he should touch it- the weight of the action sitting heavy in his mind. She had left this for him clearly, in taking this he was essentially confirming that he was here…

But there was no harm in looking, right?

As he lifts it up, the fabric unfurls, and for a moment, Aedes isn’t quite sure what exactly he’s looking at. He would have thought it a blanket if it wasn’t for the strange way it hung from his hands- stitched together at seemingly random points. He turns the fabric this way and that, trying to figure out how it was supposed to be oriented. His eyes fall to something pinning two points of the fabric together - a silver stud. 

Aedes blinks, some part of his mind seeming to recognize the shape.

His heart freezes in his chest as the familiarity dawns on him,recollection drawing his face into a deep scowl.

A cloak.

[changingplumbob]

Woods Household: Chapter 2, Part 7

We spend some time with the voice in Samir's head.

CW: Low level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

Carrying on from last chapter, Samir has a voice in his head now that he's a werewolf. When it "speaks" to him, it will be in italics. When he answers back, just in his head, it will be bold.

When Samir finished his run he swung by the rec centre to switch the laundry over to the dryer. He’d just finished when Reece returned from campus for the day. Reece was rather shocked at Samir’s appearance. The glow he saw earlier may have been a trick of the mind but now it seemed like the red light was paired with a fiery glow from his partner’s eyes. Pushing it to the back of his mind as a likely headache symptom from a fast paced lecture he embraced Samir who sent him to do homework while the werewolf continued searching books for lore.

Reece sat out the back and reviewed the notes he did in class. It was like Keira had said, logical. Flourishing off some answers he heard the beep of the dryer. He went inside but when he opened it the clothes still felt damp. Holding his breath and hoping not to start a fire he sent the dryer on another cycle. He went back to his board right beside the dryer so that if anything caught flame he would be able to react.

Outside Samir felt the wolf within him stir, forcing him to his knees and shifting him. Growling he pushed himself back up, feeling his view become tinged with red.

Cute partner you got yourself. Shut up. I’d really like to take him to bed. Bet I could make him cum faster than you. But you are me… aren’t you? And I’ve already- Am I you? That is the million dollar question. Now, shall we go track down a killer. No! Why not? Are you scared? I’m not ready. I’d hurt myself. What’s wrong with dying trying? It would hurt Reece. Now get… out of… my HEAD!

Samir let lose a violent howl that caused some snow to fall of the branches of nearby trees. Clutching his head he felt that he had turned back in to his human form. The wolf was gone for now. Yeah he should talk to people who could explain...

Collecting Reece and the dried laundry he headed home. Reece had work to do on his presentations, so Samir left him to it in the spare room and turned his attention to the piece of bone he found earlier. It seemed to be a jaw that could fit on to the top part of the skull he had found ages ago. He remembered what Kristopher said about his eyes developing. Focusing he writes down what he can see on the pieces, part of the time his hand seems to move by itself.

Reece: Can I have a favour please boss

Samir: Huh? What’s up blondie

Reece: I finished collecting all that info for my presentations and I think my brain has turned to mush

Samir: Beautiful brain like yours couldn’t

Reece: I was hoping a little, or a lot, of you in me might put the pep back in my step? I still need to do my homework

Samir: *chuckles* Work, work, work

After their fun Reece planted one of the chrysanthemums inside, hoping the grafting wouldn’t be far off. Samir went back to the tunnels. He ran across a strong lockbox but it was wedged under too much debris to try shifting. Although he never clapped eyes on the wolf who had attacked him down here before he did feel like he was being watched.

Heading home Samir spotted Reece’s mum at their door and invited her in.

Samir: Blondie, your mum is here

Kayleigh: Hi ya honey

Reece: Hmm? Oh hi mum

Kayleigh: You busy studying

Reece: Basically

Samir left to go do some carving and Kayleigh waited until he was out of earshot. Well, it was human earshot.

Kayleigh: So tell me, when can I start planning a wedding

Reece: What are you talking about?

Kayleigh: You’ve been together, what? Four years

Reece: Yeah and?

Kayleigh: Oh honey you don’t have to get married if you don’t want to. But you know… some grandkids would be nice

Reece: Watcher! Keira has already said she's thinking of it, we don't all need to reproduce at once. Mum, I’m trying to study

Kayleigh: Yes but with my income I can support you. You don’t need to go to university

Reece: Maybe not, but mum I want to. I enjoy learning, using my brain.

Kayleigh: Hmm… Would you at least let me increase your allowance so you can expand this house

Reece: Mum! I’m capable of doing things myself

Outside Samir can hear the whole conversation and can feel Reece’s anxiety increasing. Time to swoop in and be distracting. What should- oh well there was one thing that was bound to distract her. Squaring his shoulders he goes back inside.

Samir: Kayleigh? Reece and I have been wanting to tell you...

Kayleigh: Have you impregnated him already

Reece: *wishing the ground would swallow him* MUM

Samir: No. Probably could if I tried though. I’m a werewolf

Kayleigh: Three sentences ! That's a- you’re a werewolf? But... they’re fictional

She looks at Reece in confusion.

Reece: He is a werewolf mum. They exist…

A silence descends and Samir can feel Reece’s joy that the spotlight is off his choices coupled with worry about how Samir was doing. Samir didn't like talking to anyone but Reece but he could do it. He'd do whatever he needed to look after Reece.

Samir: I made a sculpture for you... and Harvey

Kayleigh: Oh, thank you. So… werewolf… have you always been…

Reece: No not always but he is now

Kayleigh: And you are still happy together

Samir: Being with Reece is the best part of my life

Kayleigh: Well then who cares what species you are! Thanks for telling me. Can I tell your dad? He’ll have so many questions!

Reece convinces her the best thing to do is leave and brainstorm a list of questions with Harvey.

Reece: I am so sorry, she must have eaten the wrong kind of mushroom or been working with strong paints or-

Samir silences him with a kiss. Sometimes humans are just weird.

Outside the moon rises high, illuminating everything below.

Reece: I guess this means we won’t be sleeping together tonight

Samir: Not with this moon. Get in our room and lock it properly. I’ll see you in the morning *kisses* I love you

Reece: I love you to

Samir heads for the bathroom to try cool down. The full moon can’t be ignored though and he is forced to shift.

Did you miss me already. Hardly, you’re in my head all the time. Yeah but you ignore me unless it’s like this. Because I like to appear sane. Boring. So, who we going to hunt? No one. I am going to look for artifacts. I need to learn more about being a werewolf.

Samir stomps outside, the voice in his head continuing to protest.

I pissed you off talking about the boy toy didn’t I. I love him. Of course we do. That's exactly why we need to track down who killed your parents. No. Kristopher says I’m not ready. He’s a weakling who wouldn’t say boo to a goose. We need to find the killer and- NO. I just want answers. I’m not a killer. But maybe I am. What do you mean? Oh now you’re quiet. Fantastic.

Samir sniffs around for things buried beneath the ground, he finds a few of them to.

He continues through the night with the voice in his head providing unhelpful commentary every so often.

We should take him in the snow, that'd get him moaning. What? The hot, the cold, the sensations would be incredible. I’m not risking my partner getting frostbite. I suppose you’re right. Would be a shame for his pixel parts to fall off. No one asked you. I know you’ve thought about it. I’m in here remember. So what? When someone is turned on they think a lot of things, doesn’t mean they intend to follow through with them all.

Finally the moon loosens its grip and Samir can bring himself to shift back to being human. The voice is still there, obviously, but it’s quieter. Easier to ignore.

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[elringtimes]

Until you (teaser)

synopsis: Your mother decided it best if you went on a trip during the summer for the first time in years. You pleaded with her to change your mind due to your fear of the ocean. Despite your protests, you end up on a remote island, where you end up meeting the most enchanting merman.

pair: merman!leehan x f!reader

warnings: heavy angst, some fluff! many mentions of death by drowning, talks death in general, leehan is actually kinda funny, phobia of water, more to be added

notes: my first official fic!! this is just the teaser but i am genuinely so excited to continue writing this, merman leehan has a chokehold on me, please tell me what you think so far 🥹

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Summer. The first summer after high school, specifically. This summer meant freedom, hanging out with your friends until late hours of the night, watching countless dramas curled up into your comfy sofa, going to concerts, sleeping over at a friends house every other night, this was the summer of your dreams.

Unfortunately, your mother had a different idea for your summer. You would be going to an island village off the coast of god-only-knows-where, great.

“But mom!” You whined, clearly upset with your mother’s choice for you. “I already told my friends that I would be here all summer!”

Obviously you did, you haven’t gone anywhere for summer vacation since you were in elementary school. Your cries seem to have fallen unto deaf ears, there was no changing her mind. She huffed as she finished folding her laundry.

“Which is exactly why we’re leaving this summer, it’s been too long, honey.”

Damn you and your inability to keep your thoughts to yourself.

You sighed defeatedly.

There truly was no getting out of this. Now, you wouldn’t mind if you were traveling to somewhere exotic and fun, somewhere you know, you could see on a map. But this place seemed so remote you were surprised that your mother was even able to find a flight that would drop you off here, wherever “here” was.

You began to scurry off as your mother told you that you were leaving tomorrow.

Wonderful, you didn’t even have time to bid farewell to your friends.

You continued up the stairs as you mentally began to sort through everything you were going to bring. If you were truly going to the middle of nowhere, then you needed lots of entertainment.

You murmured as you scoured through your room. Books, your journal, your nintendo switch— wait, would they even have internet where you were going? You sighed for the nth time since learning of this wonderful trip. Still packing your nintendo switch, because, surely the island has internet.

After an hour, you had finished packing. You were pleased with yourself, you somehow managed to make everything fit. Truthfully, your room, now barren, looked like you were moving out.

‘I’m just being cautious, better to be over prepared than under prepared.’ you convinced yourself.

Snuggling under your covers, you closed your eyes under your own roof for the last time this summer, tomorrow, you’ll be on a remote island.

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The flight wasn’t bad. You sent a silent prayer to the sky for the fact that all your luggage miraculously fit on the plane, and the staff didn’t make you take anything out.

You stepped out of the small airport. The salty spray of the sea breeze greeting you. The palm trees swaying in the wind, the wood infrastructure of the small buildings, the smell of the ocean entering your lungs.

Yeah, you hated it here.

Your mom found the hotel you would be staying at rather quickly. Ushering you into your own little room, before muttering something about going somewhere, grocery shopping, you think?

“This is your room (y/n), I'll be just across the hall from you.”

Your mother giddily explained.

She was ecstatic for this trip, loving the coast as if it were her own home. You never understood why. To you, the ocean was mysterious, and most importantly, dangerous.

Once she left, you took your time surveying the room, the interior of your little nook, the aquatic look it had, everything doused in various shades of blues, tans, and greens. The little twin bed that nestled into the corner, the bathroom that connected to your room, and a small kitchen with a mini fridge, microwave, and stovetop.

This was the place you’d call home for the next two months.

You squeezed your suitcases through the door, they took up half of your walking room. You began to unpack quietly, silently cursing your circumstances.

You highly doubted that you were going to escape this place without going near the ocean, but hey, you could still try.

You sat near the window, peering out into the vast, inky blue ocean that lapped at the rocks near your hotel. Goosebumps rose on your skin, the mere sight of that monstrous death trap made your mouth dry.

You made your way to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. Could you make it two months here?

Your thoughts were interrupted by your mother bursting through your door, causing you to jump. Didn’t she just leave for the store?

Your mother ushered you out of your room, then out of the hotel entirely. A sinking feeling crept upon you, so much for avoiding the ocean.

Your heart rate spiked as you felt the grainy sand under your feet, the sound of rushing water drowning out everything else, the wind whipping your face. You stood face to face with the monster, the waves crashing down against the shore, reaching out further, stretching to touch you.

You gulped. Your mother was beside herself with happiness, standing closer than you were, the water creeping over her feet, slowly removing the sand, trying to pull her under, but her expression was calm as she let the salty breeze rush against her face and hair.

You paled. Backing up slightly, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the waves, how merciless they looked, they could ravenge you, pull you into them, take the oxygen from your lungs and replace it with salt water as you sink into the abyss.

You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought. Slipping your shoes back on, you faced away from the ocean, cowering from it, and hastily made your way back to the hotel.

You left so fast you couldn’t even see the creature that was staring at you the moment you stepped onto the beach.

[yootaesowlwrites]

Can I Join? - Jacob Bae

W/C: 3.6K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.” + “Can I join?”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, masturbating, sex toys, light humour, dirty talk, squirting, cum tasting, mirror sex, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

“Jacob… will you be home soon?” You ask as you make your way into the bedroom. All day, ever since you had woken up, you had this burning itch inside you that could only be scratched by the man you loved, but he had left before you had even woken, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead before quietly leaving, and now, now you were desperate for his touch. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and throughout the entire day you could feel how soaked you were as you moved.

“I’ll be home soon, we’re just wrapping up a few things, and then I’ll be there,” He says through the phone. You move towards the bed and pause once you saw your reflection in the mirror. Your hair looked slightly dishevelled, and you could just see how dark your eyes were from need and lust. “It won’t be long now, I promise,” You sit down on the edge of the bed and look at yourself. “Bye, I love you!”

“Bye, I love you too,” You say before the phone call ended. You let out a huff and toss your phone aside on the bed before you stood up. “I can’t wait however long you’re still going to be, Bae Jacob,” You grip your shirt and toss it wards the bathroom door where the laundry basket was before removing your bra and also tossing it towards the basket. “I’m too damn needy right now,” You push your fingers into your waistband and pull your pants down along with your underwear, letting your eyes roam over yourself for a brief moment before you pick up your pants and underwear and tossed it towards the laundry as well.

“I can fucking hear how wet it is,” You mutter before moving towards one of the closets and pulling it open. You grab a towel before moving back towards the mirror and spreading the towel out onto the floor before sitting down on top of it, while leaning your back against the bed. “Fucking, fuck… Why couldn’t it be an early day for him…” You slide your hand over your breast before cupping it and squeezing it. “Gosh…” It almost felt like a relief when you touched yourself, but you needed and wanted more. “I should get the toys, fuck…” You let out a frustrated sigh before getting up from the ground and making your way towards your dresser and pull open of the drawers open. You pick up the first one your eyes land before quickly moving back towards the towel and sitting down.

You place the toy in between your legs on the towel as you spread them open to get a better look at yourself, you could hear the sucking sound of your wetness as your folds are pulling apart to reveal your soaking pussy. You knew you were wet, but you didn’t think you were this wet. You cup your breast again and slowly massage your fingers into it before moving to pinch your nipple between your fingers and slowly roll the bud between them.

“Ohh, fuck… Fuck,” You moan and tilt your head against the bed and shut your eyes. Your other hand reaches for the vibrator on the towel and lifts it before switching it on, the low humming sound quickly fills the room, and you swear you could already feel it in your core. You move the toy to your nipple and press it against the bud. “Ohh, my fucking… hmm,” The vibrations were sending a shockwave of pleasure down to your pussy, and you just knew it wouldn’t take you long before the toy would be between your legs. “Fucking, gosh… Jacob…” His name easily falls from your lips as you try to imagine him in front of you and that it was him touching you instead.

“Oh, hmm, Jacob…” You mutter as you circle the toy around your nipple. You slide the toy down your stomach and move it over your mound, causing your pussy to twitch as the vibrations got closer to it. You slide the toy along your folds and feel the vibrations reaching your clit, causing your breathing to pick up instantly and a layer of sweat to begin building on your already hot skin. “Fuck… Jacob…” You press your head harder against the bed as you tease yourself with the toy, completely unaware of your boyfriend entering your house and making his way down the hallway. “So… good…”

Jacob steps into the room and pauses for a moment as he finds you with your legs spread wide open in front of the mirror and the sound of your vibrator bouncing off the walls accompanied by you moaning his name. He takes large strides towards you before leaning over and pressing his lips hard against yours, your movements pause as his scent suddenly invades your nose and his warmth reaches your face. His hand presses into the mattress as he kisses you harder and pushes his tongue against your lips before pulling away. You open your eyes immediately to look at him, and he could see just how dark your eyes were, which caused his cock to twitch in his pants and begin to harden.

“Excuse me for being forward, but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you taste like,” He says and gives you almost a sweet smile. You chuckle at his words and watch as his eyes move over your body before they pause at the toy against your pussy, so close to touching your clit. “Can I join?”

“You already know what the rest of me tastes like, Jacob…” You mumble and pull the toy away from your pussy. “Hmm… fuck, please, please, I need you to do it, I’m so needy for you today,” He takes the toy from your grasp and moves it between your folds, your body instantly tenses up at the vibrations that go through your body and straight to the knot of pleasure building inside you.

“Is this why you asked when I would be home?” He asks as he slides the toy up and down your pussy, making sure to avoid your clit. “Why didn’t you just say so, I would have rushed home to come and take care of you,” You could hear the sucking sound of your juices as he drags the toy through it. “But that’s all right, I’m here now,” He watches as you open and close your hands and your breathing becomes deeper. “So desperate for me, that’s so cute, baby.”

“Jacob…” You moan as your eyes shut. He slides the toy over your clit and lifts it away, so it was barely touching the bundle of nerves. “Ohh, my fucking, fuck, Jacob!” The light buzzing feeling was driving you insane, you could feel your walls clenching around nothing as more of your arousal spilt from you. “Fuck, Jacob…” He lightly circles your clit with the vibrator, causing a hot, tingling sensation to travel up your legs and straight to your pussy. “Ja-Jacob…” He moves his other hand away from the bed, and you feel his fingers slide between your folds before pulling them further open.

“Your little whines and whimpers, fuck, it’s making me so hard, baby,” He coos. He slides the toy to one side of your clit and watches as your back arches. “Hmm, it’s the other side that’s your most sensitive, right?” Before you could even say anything, you feel him slide the toy over your clit to the other side of it. Your fingers grab onto the towel and twist and pulls at it, you feel your muscles tensing up, and you swear you were seconds away from coming undone.

“Jaaacccooobbbb,” You whine. You could feel sweat sliding down your back and down your legs from where you had your knees bent. “Fuuuuck, fuck, oh, my fucking…” He pulls the toy back for a few seconds before it was right back against your clit, vibrating against your sensitive spot. You couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling that was going through it, it was a hot yet a cold tingling feeling that was going up your legs and spine before going down again. You curl your toes, and he watches as your legs begin shaking, letting him know you were seconds away from your orgasm. “JACOB!” The tension inside you bursts and stars explode behind your eyes as you come undone. Your mind spins and your body feels like it’s floating through the air, you turn your head from side to side against the bed.

“JACOB, JACOB, FUCK!” You cry out in pleasure. You could feel him circling your clit with the toy and easing you through your high. “OH, MY FUCK!” You press your heels harder into the ground and your hips slightly lift off the ground.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so hot, baby,” He mutters. You closely begin to come down from your high when he pulls the toy away, and you hear it shut off, the room suddenly becomes less loud, and you could only hear the sound of your breathing and your heartbeat drumming loudly in your ears. “Fuck, I love when you do that,” You open your eyes and lift your head and saw the towel completely coated with your juices. “Fuck, I really love it,” You turn your head to look at him with your eyes wide, and you could see the lust swirling in his eyes. “Let’s taste it,” He puts the vibrator down on the towel before moving his hand to cup your pussy. “Just listen to how wet you are,” You could hear the squelching sound of your wetness moving as he pressed his hand down against it.

“Jacob, fuck…” You mumble. “I didn’t…” His fingers slide around your pussy, gathering your juices onto his fingers. “I didn’t think I would…” He slides his fingers towards your slit and slowly pushes two digits inside you. “Ohh, fuck, fuck, I, Jacob…” He watches as his fingers disappear into your sopping hole before reappearing completely coated with your arousal.

“Fuck… It looks like it can taste good, baby,” He mutters and lifts his gaze to look at your face. He could see it contorting into pleasure as you feel his fingers wiggle inside you. “I’m gonna taste it very soon,” You feel his fingers curl inside you and lift your hips slightly.

“Jacob, so good, it feels so good,” You mumble, and feel a third digit sliding into you and stretching your walls. “Jaaccobbb,” He twists and turns his fingers inside you before slowly pumping them in and out of you. “Fuck… Oh, my fuck…” You could feel a tension slowly building inside you when his fingers pull away from you, and you watch as he lifts his hand to his mouth. “Ja-Jacob…” You watch him push his fingers between his lips and slowly lick them clean before pulling them from his mouth.

“Fuck, I was right, it’s fucking delicious,” He says before standing from the kneeled position next to you. You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it towards the laundry basket, next were his jeans. You watch as he unzips and unbuttons them before pulling them down along with his underwear, his cock rubs against his lower stomach as he bends over to pick up his clothes. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you, baby,” You watch as he tosses his clothes towards the basket before turning towards you. The head of his cock looked red and glistened from the pre-cum that leaked from his slit.

“Fuck, Jacob… I,” You mutter before picking up our vibrator. “Can I…?” You lick your lips as you move to sit on your knees on the towel. “Fuck, Can I play with you first?” He steps closer to you, only stopping once his cock was inches away from your face.

“I want to cum inside you, baby,” He says. You nod your head and turn the toy on, you move it towards his cock and place it at the base of his length and slowly slide it along. “Ohh, fuck… fuck, shit, that feels so fucking good,” He tilts his head back as he lets out another groan of pleasure. You slide it along the prominent vein of his cock all the way to the tip and circle it around his slit. “Fuck, fuck, Baby, Y/n… fuck,” He could feel his mind starting to spin from the vibrations going through him. “Fuck…” You could see his stomach muscles tensing as you slide the toy back down his cock. “Fuck, fuck, I need to be inside you, now,” He lifts his head and looks down at you. You shut the toy off and drop it onto the towel while he moves to sit on the bed, right where your head was only minutes ago when you went through your high. “Face the mirror when you sit down.”

“Fuck…” You mutter. You slowly stand from the ground and turn your back towards him, his hands touch your hips, and he carefully guides you to sit on his lap, you feel his cock slide through your folds and rest against your pussy as you get comfortable on his lap, your legs were on either side of his, keeping you spread open for him. You look up and catch sight of his cock resting between your folds and against your pussy, and it makes you clench and feel your insides drop to the knot building inside you. “Oh, my fucking, fuck, Jacob…” He places his chin on your shoulder and looks at the view.

“Hmm, fuck, Y/n…” He groans. His hand slides from your hip to your pussy, and you watch him press down against your pussy, pressing his cock against your pussy and causing a squelching sound. “Hmm, fuck… So warm,” He slides his hand up and down, causing not just friction to your pussy, but stimulation to his cock. “Lift a little for me,” You lift your hips, and you feel his cock slide through your folds before he wraps his hand around his cock and guides it to your entrance. You feel the head slip into you and your jaw immediately drops, and you loudly breathe through your mouth. “Ohh, uhh, hmm, fuck.”

“Oh, fuck!” You moan as you feel him slowly filling and stretching your walls. “Fuck, Jacob, uhhmm, hmm, fuck,” You tilt your head against his shoulder. “Oh, my fuck,” He releases his cock and moves his hand to your inner thigh to cup it, while you reach back with one hand and grip his hair, and pull at it as you lower yourself onto his cock completely.

“Hmm, you feel so good, you’re squeezing me already,” He groans into your ear. The sound of his voice right in your ear causes goosebumps to form on your skin. “FUCK…” His hot breath against your ear makes your mind spin. “Look how well you’re taking me,” You could see your walls stretching around his cock and your juices already dripping from around his cock. “Shit… what a sight, baby.”

“Jacob…” You whimper and watch as he squeezes your thigh before you feel him move his hips. “Shit, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your clit gaining a heartbeat. “Jacob, oh, my gosh…” His hand on your inner thigh slowly slides upwards before he was gripping onto your hips.

“Ready?” He asks. You feel his lips brush against the shell of your ear, and you feel his fingers digging into your skin as he held you firmly. He could see your eyes looking at where his cock was resting inside you before slowly lifting you, you watch as his girth appears coated with your juices, and you can’t help but let out a whimper.

“Yes,” You whimper and feel your walls involuntarily clench around his cock. “Fuck, Oh, oh, my fuck…” He lifts you until his cock was halfway out of you before slowly lowering you down onto him again. “OH, oh, Jacob…” Your fingers tug at his hair, and you grip onto his forearm with your other hand. “Fuck…” You push yourself upwards and feel his cock sliding out before you lower yourself again. “Fuck…”

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, you look so hot,” He mutters. The sucking sound of your wetness quickly fills the air as you begin to bounce on his cock in front of the mirror, focusing more on his cock that disappeared and reappeared from your pussy. You could see your juices splashing against your inner thighs and onto his thighs, as your pace picks up. “Fuck,  uhhh, so good, fuck,” You could feel sweat building between your bodies as your skin begins sliding easier against his.

“Jacob, oh, my fucking… oh, shit,” You moan and close your eyes as the sight becomes too much. “Jacob, Jacob,” The sound of skin slapping against skin bounces off the walls and mixes in with the sound of your wetness and your moans along with his groans. “JACOB!” You could feel your skin being set alight as your insides seem to do a flip and knot together. “Jacob, oh, my fucking…” You could feel his cock brushing close to your sweet spot, causing stars to begin forming behind your lids. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, you feel so good… fuck,” He groans. “I should have come home sooner than I could have felt this sooner,” His mind was spinning as he could feel his balls starting to tighten in pleasure. “Fuck… We could have been cuddling by now, or even showering together if I was here earlier,” You could barely hear what he was saying as your mind was starting to ascend into the clouds. “Fuck…”

“Jacob… I love you, but I can’t focus on what you’re saying right now,” You manage to get out between pants. He lowly chuckles, and you feel him begin guiding you over his cock as you were starting to slow down.

“Got it,” He mutters and takes your earlobe between his teeth. You feel your walls clamping down around him as the tension inside you grows tighter and bigger. He tugs on your earlobe, and you feel like he pulls at the knot and his cock suddenly hits slightly deeper and causes your back to arch against him.

“JACOB, OH, MY FUCK!” You cry out as the knot snaps inside you and your high crashes into you. Your entire body shakes on top of him as you come undone, your body feels light as you’re floating through your high, and your mind feels light and like it was in the clouds. “JAAACCCCOOOBBBB!” Your grip on his hair tightens, and you tug on it, almost pulling his head backwards, your nails dig into his arms, and you hear him let out a low groan as he releases your earlobe. “JACOB, SHIT! RIGHT THERE!” You feel his cock brush against the spot again, and stars explode behind your lids as you go through the ecstasy feeling.

“Fuck… Y/n… fuck, keep squeezing me like that,” He mutters into your ear. Your walls were clenching uncontrollably around him, and he could feel them milking his cock for an orgasm. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” He was guiding you over his cock at a rapid pace to get you through your high and to get to his high. “Fuck…” His grunts in your ear were only getting louder until. “Fuuuuucccckkkk,” You feel his thighs tense underneath you as hot ropes of cum spill into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You could feel your body slowly begin to come down from the high you had experienced and roll your hips over his thighs to help ease him through his high. “Fuck, Y/n…”

“Jacob… Oh, my… gosh,” You mutter. You could feel your energy being drained from you, but tried to keep your hips moving over his to get him through. “Fuck, you feel so good, Jacob…” You open your eyes and look towards the mirror, your eyes immediately going down to your pussy to see your cum along with his spilling from around his cock and making a mess. “Fuck…” Your grip on his hair loosens before you completely pull your hand away from his hair and let your arm fall to your side, you release the tight grip on his arm and gently hold onto him. “Fuck…” His rapid hip movements slow down before completely stopping, your eyes flicker upwards, and you watch as he moves his head to the crook of your neck and feel his lips gently brush against your skin. “Are you okay, Jacob?”

“Hmm,” He hums against your skin. You could feel his warm breath against your skin as he tries to calm his breathing and gather his thoughts. Your breathing slowly evens out, and you take a moment to gather your thoughts. “Are you okay?” You could see his how dishevelled hair was from you pulling on his locks.

“Hmm, I’m okay,” You mumble. He lifts his head, and you could see the tiredness slowly settling onto his facial features. “You look spent,” He turns his head and softly kisses your cheek.

“I am,” He mumbles. You pull his hand from your hip and slowly get up, you feel his other hand try to keep you placed on his lap, but you manage to get up, whimpering as his soft cock slips from your pussy. “Noooo, where are you going?” You chuckle and step back as you watch him reach out for you. You could feel your mixed releases spilling from your pussy and down your thighs.

“I’m going to go get a cloth, and clean you, and then clean myself,” You say. You watch him quickly get up from the bed and reach out for your hip, pulling you against him.

“No, no, let’s go together, and shower,” He says. “And then we can cuddle,” You softly smile and nod your head before carefully stepping over your toy and making your way to the bathroom together with him holding your waist and holding you against him.