#okay i have to shower but my neighbors are talking in the hallway so i don't wanna go out there just yet

[danieyells]

THERE'S GONNA BE ANOTHER B'D LOG FEATURE FOR TOKYO DEBUNKER probably not the same degree as the previous one ofc but they're gonna share costume details again apparently so that'll be cool!

Apparently my copy of B's log and all the merch actually got here thursday but i didn't get any sort of notification that it had even shipped so i didn't grab it from the front desk until yesterday when i got home and i kinda crashed right away so i haven't even opened it yet LMAO BUT I'M EXCITED I'LL PROBABLY OPEN IT WHEN I GET HOME. Obviously i've already seen the art but it's nice to have like. Something tangible relating to some of my current blorbos.

[nevernonline]

✧.* what’s your number?; kmg

synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen.

paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.

genre/s: humor (sort of lmao), neighbors2lvrs vibes, fuckboy&girl reader and gyu.

warning/s: alcohol consumption, sexual content (minors - dni), talks of broken bones, oc has female genitalia

word count: 3.8k

content: seggsy times, idiots being besties, reader loses her job, all the vibes.

note/s: loosely based on one of my fav movies, what's your number with anna ferris. lmao enjoy. also def unedited so srry. xo.

“Miss. Y/L/N. I’m very sorry but we have decided to let you go.” 

Your boss put down a brown cardboard box that once held wine from a staff party about a week ago. You stood in silence, why were you being fired? You’re one of the only executives who does their job. All of the other employees sit around and drink whiskey and flirt with the other women on your floor on company time, go home to their wives, and make six figures. 

“Sir, can I ask why?” 

“Budget cuts, sorry honey.” 

Honey of course. Not only is he himulating you, he’s also being condescending. 

“Why not fire Ted? He does nothing but use his company card for ‘business expenses’ like taking his different fucks to exotic vacations and restaurants.” 

“Our female clients like Theodore. Sorry it has to be this way. Here’s a check to keep your rent underway and for any troubles. Good luck.” 

You picked up the brown cardboard he handed it to you and dumped the white envelope into your bag as you stormed out of his glass chamber. 

Perfect timing, your brothers getting married and you’re getting fired. Your mother will surely love to hear about this. 

After gathering the contents of your desk you found your way back to your white and gray covered apartment, sinking down into the perfect couch you bought yourself as a reward for your first month in the job. 

Pulling your laptop from the pocket of your work bag, you scrolled through the news on your side widget . Coming across an article written in some stupid lifestyle magazine about ‘the appropriate number of sexual partners for women.’ 

“Okay, so society is regressing.” 

Curious enough you scrolled through to a small section with a quiz, childish, but probably suitable for women over 50 or under 21. 

Following your finger down the various categories that pertained to you until it came to the bottom of the page pointing out your result. 

“15 and over, women with this number often have difficulty finding a spouse and are unlikely to ever settle down. Are they fucking serious? Men can fuck 50 women and still are fine.” 

A vibration came from your phone, a text from your neighbor. 

[3:44pm]. 

Mingyu: Mind helping me out? New girl won’t take the bait about my “emergency” 

Y/N: what’s the issue with her this time? 

Mingyu: nothing, just too clingy. I’m expecting you in five, say our dad fell in the shower. Thank you, owe you. 

Y/n: got it see you in five. 

Mingyu and you met often when you were ushering out hook ups or crazy exes show up to your door. You didn’t know much about his life, other than he’s a model, and obviously has bad luck with women. 

Pulling yourself up off your couch and throwing a blazer back over your shoulders you strode off down to the other end of the hallway. 

“Mingyu? Mingyu seriously answer your phone? Hello!” 

The door opened revealing a semi-naked girl, she was pretty sure, blonde, tall, nice eyes, but boring. 

“Who the fuck are you?” 

“Mingyu’s sister, who the fuck are you?” 

“Oh my god! So sorry, hi so nice to meet you, I’m Ailee his gir-“ 

“My friend, y/n. What’s wrong?” 

Letting yourself passes the bra sporting blonde you looked Mingyu straight in the face and pulled out your best crying face, it was easy today being that you’re pissed about work and that stupid fucking quiz. 

“It’s dad, he fell. I don’t think it’s good, we have to go.” 

“Oh. Okay, let me change.” 

Mingyu pulled in his jeans and a white t-shirt, grabbed his fancy leather wallet from the counter and pulled you through the front door of his condo. 

“Ailee, let yourself out okay?” 

“Call me?”

“Uh, maybe it sounds like this is bad, maybe we should stop seeing each other? I’ll call you.” 

The truth is Mingyu was never going to call her, he said that to all the others. Yet, you never saw them again. 

Silently you open the door to your place and shut it behind you. 

“She seems nice.” 

“Yeah trust me, she’s not.” 

“Noted. But, better than that crazy red headed girl, Cass was it?” 

“We don’t have to talk about her.” 

“Missing that jacket still?”

“Yes.” 

Mingyu took his place on your leather armchair and sipped the coffee you had initially made for yourself. 

“What is this? What’s your number?”

“Oh my god. Stop looking at my shit.” 

You whipped the lid of your laptop close and stole it out of his hands

“Do you really think anyone cares how many people you sleep with? Isn’t that kind of fucked up?” 

“You can only say that because well, one your a man and two you’ve fucked basically half the women in this city.” 

“Not true, we haven’t fucked.” 

“Right and we will not.” 

“Sure, sure keep telling yourself that. So what is it? 12?” 

“Do you really need that answer?” 

“Yes. And I will bother you until you tell me.” 

“17.” 

Mingyu laughed, not because he felt bad for you or that you were going to hell for fucking 17 people, but because he didn’t see the big deal. 

“Oh come on, that is not that bad.” 

“What’s yours?” 

“Maybe 20?” 

“We are way too close in number for me to not feel weird about it now.” 

“Because it doesn’t matter, why do you think you couldn’t get a husband or boyfriend or whatever the fuck you want because of that?” 

“I don’t know, I didn’t until today I guess.” 

“Bad day?” 

The dark haired man’s head nodded towards the unpacked cardboard box sitting on your dining table. 

“Weird day. And now I have to go see my family at an overly fancy party and sit around clutching cocktails and lie that I didn’t lose my job, just until their precious boy is married off.” 

“Ah, the black sheep of a rich family huh?” 

“Shut up, no. They’re just judgmental is all. Well, my mom is anyway.” 

“I see. What are you wearing?” 

“I don’t know? What’s wrong with what I have on now?” 

Mingyu looked you over in your semi unbuttoned dress shirt and oversized trousers, sexy and sophisticated, but a little boring for a party. 

“Actually you look good. But, it’s not exactly giving a cocktail party for the sister of the groom. Especially if your mom is as judgmental as you say.” 

“Okay, go in my closet then. Work your weird model magic or whatever, Mr. Jeans and white tee.” 

“Anything for you, rich girl.” 

You walked Mingyu through your bedroom into the oversized walk in closet, filled to the brim of clothes, half of them with tags still on. Gifts from boyfriends, friends, your mother. 

“Wow, I didn’t expect this.” 

“And what did you expect?” 

“A closet turned into an office and like five pairs of the same pants, maybe matching pajama sets. But not this.” 

Sitting down on the small stool you let the man rifle his way through the various colors of fabric. 

“Okay, so this black dress. It’s tight but not overwhelmingly, it’ll show your figure and still make you appropriate. These tall black boots, sexy to show off your long legs and make you look even taller, a nice bag, maybe.. this red one? Or the green, just for a pop of color. Put it on.” 

“You finish quickly .” 

“Never had a woman say that to me before. Hurry up.” 

Smirking, you run back into your bedroom, out of sight from the man tapping his fingers on the marble countertop of your dressing room, sliding into the outfit he picked out. 

“Okay, I look-“

“Beautiful.” 

“Really? Don’t you think this is a little much? I mean, for this?” 

“Not at all, it’s actually really simple. May I?” 

He held up a silver chain necklace in his hands and waited until you nodded as he strung it around your neck. 

“Perfect. Now, leave your hair up. Maybe a nice bun and curl the front pieces? You look nice without makeup on, but do that cute winged liner look you do with a nude lip.” 

“Okay, since when did you become a stylist?” 

“I’m a model, I know what I’m talking about. Come on, chop chop.” 

“Okay, mom. Jesus.” 

“Dad. Daddy, actually.” 

“That's never happening.” 

Doing his instructions as he asked, you curled the front pieces of your hair letting it softly dangle in front of your face and placed the rest up on the crown of your head in a loosely tied knot. 

“Okay. So maybe you’re good at this.” 

“I know. If you need my help further, you know where to find me.” 

“You’re leaving?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

Holding up your phone you realized how much time has passed and grabbed your keys. 

“Right. Thank you.” 

“My pleasure. See you soon, y/n.” 

“Bye, Gyu.” 

Walking up to the front steps of your parents luxurious brown stone, you felt the cold sweat under your armpits before walking in the front door. 

“Y/N holy shit, where have you been? Mom is going to kick your ass.” 

“Sorry, Chanie. I had something going on. Where is she?” 

“In the dining room with Marnie and Seungcheol. Talking about wedding stuff, please save us.” 

Coming to your brother's rescue was part of the job of being an older sister. Seeing him settle down and get engaged to a girl like Marnie was amazing for you, she was everything he needed, and it was nice to have another girl in your family. 

Grabbing  a glass of champagne from the silver tray of a waiter, you strode up to your mother in your childhood home, still as nervous as you would have been as a little girl to be under her gaze. 

“Aw, my baby. Finally arrived. Hello.” 

“Hi, Mom. Hello, guys.” 

You mom hugged you giving a kiss on both of your blushing cheeks passing you along to greet your brother's future wife and his friend Seungcheol. 

“Y/N, you look amazing. Where did you get this beautiful dress?” 

“Thank you. My friend helped me pick this out actually, I don’t remember where it’s from.” 

“Friend? Which friend is this, darling?” 

“His name is Mingyu, he’s my neighbor.” 

“Gay? He has wonderful taste.” 

“No, not gay mom. He’s a model.” 

“Oh wow, can I see a photo? Why didn’t you bring him?” 

“Maybe next time.” 

After downing the first glass of alcohol you quickly look for another, Seungcheol already holding a glass in his hand for you with a wink. 

“Thank you.” 

“Anytime.” 

“Y/N, can you go find your father? Now that you're here we can start dinner.” 

“Yep.” 

Strolling throw the various rooms full of priceless knickknacks and photos of your youth, you stop at the open oak doors of your fathers study, looking at him for a moment, behind his desk, glasses on, reading his book. 

“Hello, Dad. May I come in?” 

“Y/N, yes of course. Just hiding out here until I can eat some dinner. How are you?” 

“I’m okay, mom sent me to get you to come eat. What are you reading?” 

“Oh, just some Orwell. Relaxes me.” 

“Shall we, sir?” 

“Yes, my girl.” 

You held your arm out for your father, he was always your best friend, someone who no matter what supported everything you wanted to do. He was stern, but even after parenting you he would end it with a hug and a piece of candy, seeing him grow older had your heart in pain. 

Searching the table for your placecard, it sat you right in between your brother and Seungcheol, his best man and best friend for longer than you could ever remember. 

“Are you coming to his bachelor mixer?” 

Seungcheol’s long eyelashes fluttered in front of your face and you noticed how much more mature he looked, he was always cute, but it’s grown on you now. 

“Are you going to embarrass me?” 

“I’m not the one who got drunk in college and broke her arm trying to dive into the fountain.” 

“Ouch. At least I haven’t shit myself drunk as an adult and embarrassed myself in front of the girl I liked.” 

“I did not shit myself. It was a fart.” 

“A fart with a little poop, a shart if you will. What did they call you? Shart Seungcheol?” 

Your mother interrupted the light flirting you two were enjoying and gave a speech about how lovely it is to see her baby marrying a second daughter and so on and so on. 

After everyone downed their salmon and fancy finger food, you got into the silly party bus along side the rest of the bridal party, moving on to the night of drinking ahead of you. 

“Guys let’s play a game on the way to the bar.” 

Your brother's fiancé spoke, turning down the music and passing around multiple bottles of tequila and glasses. 

“Everyone right down a confession on your paper. If we guess whose it is, they have to drink, but if you get it wrong you drink.” 

Looking down at the small pink sheet of paper you wrote about your day, your sex number, and you losing your job. Maybe nobody will get it, maybe nobody will care because they’ll be equally as drunk. 

The game went on as your anxiety grew and nobody had chosen your confession yet, that was until your brother pulled one of the last sheets of paper out from the bowl. 

“Today I lost my job, I let a stupid magazine article tell me how women who have sex with more than 15 men means they’re unloveable and unwanted. I can’t wait to get fucked up. Congratulations! Well that’s my sister.” 

“What? How did you guess that?” 

“I know your handwriting dumbass, drink, everyone drink.” 

Your night continued, nobody mentioned your failure as a person, they just celebrated the happy couple. 

More and more drinks in, maybe the same amount of people you’ve had sex with. You took it upon yourself to get people on the dance floor, when you felt a pair of hands coming up on your hips, turning around to curse them out, you recognized the eyes staring back at you. 

Mingyu. 

“What the hell are you doing here!?” 

“Birthday party, we always come here. What the hell are you doing here?” 

“Mixed sexes bachelor party.” 

Mingyu's hands were still resting on your hips, on top of the very dress he helped you pick out hours before. 

“Exciting. Want to get a drink with me?” 

“I have one.” 

You held up the half empty glass of your Negroni and Mingyu snatched it from your grip, downing it for you. 

“You’re paying.” 

“Yes. That was the plan.” 

His hand pulled out off the dance floor and back over to a pair black leather bar stools, waving the bartender over. 

“Two whiskey sours please.” 

“No, one whiskey sour. I’ll have a whiskey neat.” 

The bartender nodded working his magic for the two rocks glasses. 

“Here you go, tab Mingyu?” 

“Yes, thanks John.” 

“Wow first name bases?” 

“I told you we like to come here. Who’s the pale dude staring at us?” 

You turned around to look at your brother, cheering you from across the bar. 

“My brother, Chan. His wedding party.” 

“Yes, I remember. I meant the one next to him?” 

“Ah, Seungcheol. Best man.” 

“He wants to fuck you, maybe he’s lucky number eighteen.” 

“Maybe he was lucky number ten back in the day.” 

“Do you remember his number?” 

“No, but I’ve already fucked him. In college.” 

“Ah, I see. Still on the hunt?” 

“Not at all actually, I’m celabte now.” 

“No way, I bet you could find many dudes who’d want to fuck you here.” 

“It’s a matter of if I want to fuck them no?” 

“Touchè” 

“What about him?” 

Mingyu pointed to a tall blonde, long hair, and pretty lips. 

“Gorgeous. But not my style. I’m not really in the mood to get laid.” 

“And let my work go to waste?” 

You smiled, sipping your drink and feeling the warm liquid enter your body. 

“You didn’t give me my beautiful face and fat ass, you just put it in a dress. And as my dad says, leave them wanting more.” 

“You’re a very funny drunk, she shocks me even more.” 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Do you ever get tired of having me save your ass from all those girls? Don’t you want to settle down and not have your neighbor coming over to rescue you all the time?” 

“Maybe the reason I do it is so you’ll save me.” 

“Shut up.” 

“No. I’m serious. I like hanging out with you, I enjoy seeing you, and you’re very entertaining. I like role play.” 

“I see, you have a kink.” 

“All jokes aside, I like seeing you.” 

You were surprised by his gentle voice and nature, you always knew him from the outside, a beautiful guy who has bad luck getting girls out of his apartment for whatever reason. 

“I like seeing you too.” 

Mingyu's hand rested on your thigh as he looked towards the same dance floor he pulled you from before, basically begging you with his eyes to come back out with him. 

You agreed, holding his hands through various sweaty bodies, some you knew and some you didn’t. Dancing along with them to the rhythm of the song, holding yourself up on Mingyu's large frame 

“Surprised to see you in something other than jeans and a tee.”

“You like?” 

“If I say yes are you going to fuck with me over it?” 

“Maybe. Are you going to let me be your lucky number eighteen?” 

“If you promise you don’t have some random girl barge in your door tomorrow to get me to leave?” 

“She’ll be tied up.” 

“Let’s go. I have to say bye to my brother first. Come on.” 

Walking towards the door you spot Chan playing darts with Marnie, who was obviously kicking his ass. 

“Hey! I’m going to head out, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Is this Mingyu?” 

“Oh shit, yes Marnie, Chan, this is Mingyu. Mingyu, this is my brother Chan and his fiancé Marnie.” 

Mingyu outstretched his hand to the couple, shaking it kindly. 

“Nice to meet you man, my sister talks about you a lot. Be good to her.” 

“Chan, shut the hell up. Love you both, mwah mwah.” 

“Mingyu if you’re free tomorrow, y/n has a plus one. We’d love to have you.” 

Smiling and whisking Mingyu out of the front door, you began to run together through the light rain falling, two blocks to your apartment. 

“Sorry, my brothers, an idiot.” 

“He seems nice, his wife to be too.” 

You felt your hands shaking in nervousness riding up the elevator to your shared floor. Stepping off and standing in the hallway between your two front doors. 

“Your place or mine?” 

“Well, I picked you up didn't I? Come to mine.” 

Mingyu led you through his familiar front door and helped you out of your wet clothes, throwing them in his washing machine. 

Now standing in his living room, just in your black lace bra and panties, feeling like all those other girls before. Almost in fear of someone knocking to kick you out of his dimmed apartment. 

“Come on.” 

You giggled as he picked up your half naked frame and carried you into his bedroom. 

“Lay down. Off the edge of the bed, trust me.” 

You didn’t say anything just followed his instructions as his fingers came and wrapped themselves around your lace underwear, blowing on your clit with his soft breath as he pulled them down your freshly shaved legs. 

“Fuck.” 

His lips came in contact between your heated center, splitting his kisses between your aching parts and your thighs. 

Your hands working their way through his hair as he used his tongue to work his way around your clit and between your folds, pushing you closer and closer into your own euphoria. 

Maybe you understood why girls didn’t want to let him go, if this was his head game, you can’t even imagine what could come next. 

“You taste so sweet, I should’ve known better to be careful, I might get addicted to you.” 

“Stop with the niceties, Gyu. Can you please fuck me?” 

“Eager are we?” 

“Yes.” 

Mingyu pulled you up by the back of your neck, forcing your head near the top of his dick, waiting for you to wrap your mouth around it and get it sopping wet so he could enter in between your legs. 

“Oh, baby, that feels so good. I love watching you on my dick, but we have to stop before you get me going too much.” 

Your head turned up at him, mascara slightly spilling under your eyes, as you opened your mouth searching for the feeling of his lips on yours, before he planted in on you he spit into your mouth, and inserted himself between the same thighs he was kissing before, slowly entering inch by inch, making you wait to feel him fully inside of you even more. 

“Comfortable, baby?” 

“Yes, faster please.” 

“So polite, but as you said before, leave them wanting more and more. I want you to get riled up.”  

“Yes, sir.” 

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” 

His thrusting became more rapid with your soft moaning, kissing your neck in the process, riding out your high with you, you felt him begging to slow down as his teeth wrapped around your hard nipples, sucking softly at them. 

“You’re so delicious, I don’t think I can last much longer.” 

“Me either, but it’s only round one.” 

“Do you want to do this again?” 

“Eighteen has always been my lucky number, now fill me up.” 

With your final words, Mingyu rode the rest of his high before finishing inside of you, placing a soft kiss on your perfectly pink lips, and dipping his head back down to your center to clean you up with his mouth. 

“Want to stay?” 

“Is that alright?” 

“Yeah, come on. Let’s shower.” 

The tall man led you into his beautiful marble bathroom and turned the water on in his shower built for two. 

“I meant what I said at the bar, you know. I like being with you.”  

Your long arms reached up to his hair, massaging his scalp with shampoo. 

“I meant what I said too, lucky eighteen.” 

“So I’m your lucky number?” 

“Yes, don’t tell my mom tomorrow.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her that you called me sir and the ass she gave you is indeed perfect.” 

You planted a soft kiss on his lips, before pushing him back under the warm water of the shower head. 

“I dare you.” 

[kyokutsu-sama]

Long night| Shunsui x reader

"You're unbearably romantic when you drink, you know?" Author's note: I had already mentioned before that I would write something like this for him and here it is. A cute and funny scenario because today is Sunday and I couldn't incorporate my smut writer spirit and so there's nothing hot today. I hope you like it❤️

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You got up from the couch and looked at the wall clock to check the time, it was a little late already and you seemed to have fallen asleep in the middle of the random movie you were watching. It was 2am and you went to your bedroom to try to sleep. Shunsui would have left a few hours ago and he tried to persuade you to go with him but you didn't want to go, although he almost threw a tantrum because you didn't go with him and went to drink sake among all those drunks like him. He gave up and respected your decision, you liked the way he always respected you even if you and he shared different decisions sometimes.

Shunsui arrived home, looked at the door and spent at least half an hour looking for the keys in his pockets, Jushiro was with him to accompany him home because he knew that if he let him come alone he would end up confusing the houses and entering his neighbors' yard completely drunk as he was.

"Jushiro where the hell are my keys?" He asked his friend as he reached as deep as he could into his pockets so he could find them

"Try to look for them in your shihakusho pockets"The friend advised

He reached into his pocket one more time and after heard the keys rattle he smiled.

"Now, where's the lock?"He asked trying to put the keys in the lock but ended up putting them a little higher

"Leave it to me and I'll open it, give me the keys" Shunsui handed him the keys and Jushiro opened the door and they both entered the house.

"Get in my friend, I have a brand new bottle of sake there"Shunsui said going to the living room but Jushiro stopped him

"Nooo, don't even think about it. You've had enough of drinking, go take a shower and go to sleep, you hear?"Jushiro warned him

"Are you sure you don't want to drink a little before you go?"Shunsui insisted

"No, I think I've had a bit too. I'm getting dizzy and my vision is blurry"

"But you look so sober, c'mon man !"

"Don't insist otherwise I'll tell your niece that you went out drinking and left all the work undone on the desk"

"Okay I think it's time to back off, you know too much" Shunsui said making his friend laugh

"Now see if you do what I said and don't wake up Y/n, she must be sleeping already"

"My dear Y/n… I can't wait to see her sleeping like a little angel" He said as his body "melted" as he imagined the scene

"Well, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself and don't do anything stupid, you hear?"Jushiro said just before leaving

"Yeah, I promise. You sound like old Yama talking"He said closing the door and Jushiro laughed

He leaned against the door and sighed, it had been a long night but he still had the damn idea of going to drink the bottle of sake. He went to the living room and saw the bottle on top of the table behind the couch, he smiled and went to get a glass from the small cupboard but when he was already heading towards the drink he ended up tripping over the corner of the couch and dropping the glass he held on the floor and the vase of flowers that was on the table next to the bottle

"She's going to kill me…" Shunsui said as he looked at the shards of glass on the floor and the flowers

You opened your eyes after hearing a noise coming from downstairs and went to see what was happening. You walked with some caution down the hallway and went down the first few steps of the stairs, looking into the living room to see who was there and you didn't see anyone other than your husband and… a moutain of broken glass on the floor. You went down the stairs and went to see what had happened.

"Shunsui what the hell happened here?" You asked approaching him

"Y/n, how beautiful you look, come here dear" He said hugging you and you frowned

"Shunsui you smell like booze" You said holding his arms and trying to push him away a little

"I'm sorry if I woke you up, it's just… I ended up drinking a little and ended up getting careless and...the vase..."

"Yeah, I'm seeing that and I'm also seeing that it was the vase where I had put the beautiful roses that you gave me the other day" You said a little uncomfortably while looking at the flowers lying on the floor completely soaking

"I'm sorry Y/n-chan" He said hugging you again and kissing your face and lips several times

"Hey ! Your beard is itchy" You couldn't help but smile a little at the way he was trying to apologize

"I'm sorry petal"He repeated

You rolled your eyes and hugged him for a moment to let him see that everything was okay and that there was no need to make such a fuss. He stopped for a moment as you wrapped your arms around him, your warmth was calming him. He actually felt a little bad about the flowers and that's why he was doing all that. He seemed twice as romantic when he drank, that wasn't the first scenario you had witnessed. He really should have seen himself when he was in that condition, that would definitely make him laugh out loud.

"It's okay, I accept your apology. Come with me,I'll take you upstairs so you can shower and go to bed" You said holding him and taking him there

He held on to you and you climbed the stairs with some difficulty to see if he didn't fall since he was tripping on every step. You insisted on helping him with the bath, just to make sure he wouldn't fall due to the effects of the drink. He managed to do it alone and appeared in the room shortly after throwing himself on the bed.

"I missed this bed"He said snuggling his head into the pillow

“But you spend almost half the day here sleeping” You joked as you lay down next to him

“Unfortunately it’s only half the time” He laughed and pulled the sheet to cover both bodies

"Rest, you look tired" You turned off the light and laid your head on the pillow

"I will, my dear, but first, I think I should wait to see you sleep first because… you look so beautiful even when you sleep, you know? But you're beautiful in everything you do, so sleeping is no different and-"

"Shunsui, shut up and sleep"

"As you wish, my lady" He smiled and kissed you before going to sleep

When the sun rose, Shunsui opened his eyes slightly and saw you already awake, walking from one side of the room to the other.

"How are you today?"You asked after notice that he was awake and went to sit next to him

"My head hurts and my body feels so heavy"He said rubbing his eyes and yawning

"I wonder why"

"Well, the drink…"

"Exactly, the damn drink"

He chuckled and you kissed his forehead, he probably wouldn't even remember what had happened the night before and that's why you teased him a little.

"You're unbearably romantic when you drink, you know?"

"What?" He looked at you a little confused

"Nothing, forget it. Don't take too long getting ready because you'll be working soon" You said smiling and leaving the room

"What the hell happened yesterday?" He scratched the back of his head as he watched you leave the room

[munsonology]

sav maybe its cause I'm like super horny tonight but:

Perv!BestFriend!Eddie. He can't help thinkkng of you as slightly more innocent then him. Of course it isnt that you don't do anything (or maybe you haven't), but you stay at home more often than not whilst Eddie goes out to the bar to play with the band. Eddie would go to high school parties dealing, whilst you would much rather go see a movie or stay home reading a book. He suspects you haven't done much but isnt sure, which is why he always brings up his escapades.

He has mentioned things he's done with girls (and maybe a few guys) and you haven't really mentioned much. He likes to watch you fidget and squirm, clenching your thighs together subconsciously. The way he can tell you are flustered without blushing, makes his heart skip a beat. But you're best friends!! It's okay!! To tell each other!! And hey!! You're best friends!! Let's talk about kinks!! Totally fine!!

So one day you come in to his room, sit on HIS bed, and are like "okay so we are best friends right?" Which he scoffs and rolls his eyes at, DUH of course you are! No one else would willingly hang out with "the freak". You go on to mention how you went on a date- his brain stops. You never mentioned a date. Now he's flustered and interrupting every two seconds "uh best friends don't keep secrets what the fuck". "Well I wasnt sure if it would work out, so I didnt want to mention it". Eddie may be a little pissed but you distract him by saying "I need a favor." "Sorry sweets, can't go on the run for murder again". You roll his eyes and grab his hand, staring deep into his eyes as you say," yeah no, don't need that, but Kyle said I was a terrible kisser snd I want to be better so can you please teach me how to kiss?"

Which is the last thing Eddie expects but of course he will teach you how to kiss!! Only best friends get that honor right?! And hey, let's teach you how to give a hickey too! And maybe once you start grinding on him subconsciously, he'll help teach you how to make a guy feel real good with his mouth

(not that you had any intention for this to turn out such a way I mean cmon its not like you've had a crush on the guy and had gotten off to the thought of him before)

OH MY GOD!!! Bestie your mind has me 🤯 one of my fav types of fics is the character teaching reader sexual things. There’s a fic on a03 I never saved and it was the first Eddie fic i ever read last summer and like the talent on this app, it was a MASTERPIECE! I can’t remember who wrote it tho 😭

The chipotle people hooked my bowl all the way up and now I got the itis so apologies if this is all over the place 😭

I feel like since season 4 came out everyone on this app has synced and we’re all horny at the same time 😭 i can’t be the only one who noticed

But back to you! I love pervy bff Eddie too! I think he assumes you aren’t interested in sex because he doesn’t see you with anyone or talk about sex as openly as he does. And it could be because no one is Eddie and it wouldn’t be the same with anyone else. So you focus on other things like school, your hobbies, etc

But when you go out on a date with Kyle (I giggled at this because there’s always a Kyle at school that does the most questionable shit 😭 was it just my schools??) Eddie loses his shit at the lunch table. He had to hear it in the hallway outside mrs. O’Donnell’s class so he couldn’t pay attention the entire class.

And suddenly you’re bringing this Kyle around the party. So he starts bringing his conquests around too. And even tells you in full detail how he fucked some girl in the alley behind the hideout or how he got a bj from the hot plumber fixing his neighbor Janice’s sink. It goes on for weeks like this, he watches how your thighs clench when he describes having a jerk off with Chase from the basketball team in the showers after gym and how Mandy from history class squirted all over the van seats (you did question why the floor was a little damp…). Each story is more than the next and eddie drops his pretzels on purpose just to pick them up (super weird for him because you’ve never known him to clean up anything at home!) and under the table what does he see? Sweet little you grinding your pussy and squeezing your thighs on the bench of the cafeteria bench. He notices the tremble when you cum too 😭

But it isn’t until you ask him for help with that peabrain Kyle that he takes the opportunity to show you the ropes of sex. And not just fucking! He shows you how to kiss so good any guy would get hard from just that, and how brushes of the arm can ignite a fire. And it evolves to Eddie showing you how to give bjs and handjobs, and he fingers you, eats your sweet cunt (he’s saving your ass for a later time). It goes like this for months until finally you confess that Kyle ended things after 2 dates. You did all this to be closer to Eddie. And Eddie confesses he was showing you how he likes to be pleased, not other guys and especially not Kyle.

You wanna fuck him now! But he wants to take his time with you. Light candles around your room, scatter roses on the bed, worship your body how it deserves because you’re the goddess of his dreams! And you were right under his nose the entire time.

He’s super sweet when you finally have sex too. Guiding you through your orgasm, holding his until you’ve cum at least three times, cuddling. But in the moments after you ask “teddy can you show me what you like and not what you think I like?”

And this opens the door to every kink that’s ever run through his mind! He eases you into everything but he can’t wait to show you how he really uses those handcuffs! But over time he realizes you’re s freak too 😭 and now y’all can be freaky and nasty together!!!!

Which is what we all want right 😌 at least for meeeee 😭 lol

[topknot32]

Long Day (1/1)

Coco Cruz/OFC

summary- coco comes home to his girlfriend after a long day with the mayans. 

warnings- none. soft coco, all fluff and a little teasing.

word count- 1.1K

It'd been a long day, and Coco was beat. After pulling up to the curb and shutting off his bike, he took a long deep breath before pulling out his pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his cut. Once it was lit, he let his weight rest heavy on the seat of his bike, and he took a few quiet moments to do nothing but enjoy the hand rolled tobacco.

He glanced up at the apartment building. Most of the windows were dark since it was nearing three in the morning, but four floors up and six to the right, the window was illuminated by the soft light of a reading lamp. He smiled to himself and shook his head. Was she waiting up for him or could she just not fall asleep?

Coco pulled out his cellphone next and dialed her number. She hated talking on the phone, but he was old fashioned when it came to communication. After a few rings, she answered with a soft and sleepy hello. She'd been asleep, and Coco felt a tinge of guilt.

"Hey, baby girl. Did I wake you?" he asked.

"Mhm, I must've fallen asleep on the couch."

Coco looked back up at the light in the window. "I'm sorry. I'm downstairs. I was just having a smoke real quick."

"The doors unlocked," she whispered softly, and he heard the rustling of blankets in the background. "You didn't have to call."

Coco rolled his eyes. "I told you to stop doin' that. Anybody could just walk in."

"You worry too much. I survived twenty-five years without you. I think I'll be okay."

"Hush," he said, tossing the cigarette butt to the ground.

"I'm hanging up now. Get up here."

Coco laughed when the line clicked, and being the gentleman that he was, he obliged. He took the elevator up, and when he got to her floor, he found the front door was indeed unlocked to anyone who wanted to come through. She did it for him so he could come in whenever he got done with the club, but it drove him crazy. She grew up in a comfortable neighborhood with decent neighbors. He didn't. He knew the dangers that came with an unlocked door.

Inside, he found that she'd flipped off the lamp, and it was completely dark in the apartment. She was no longer on the couch, but the pile of blankets were still strewn out on the side she must've been curled up on.

Coco kicked off his boots and pulled off his cut. There was a coatrack beside the door, and he draped the leather over one of the hooks before making his way down the hallway by memory alone as his eyes adjusted. He found Gabriela already in bed, but with the moon as his guide, he could see that her eyes were open. When he came in, she held out and hand to him and he eagerly closed the distance.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, and he could feel her smile against him. "Hi, baby," he whispered.

"Hey."

Coco stood back up. "I'm gonna shower. I smell worse than yesterday, and that's sayin' something."

Gabriela laughed and shoved him away. "Don't come near my clean sheets then."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Twenty minutes later, Coco came back out in a pair of clean boxers to find Gabriela out of bed standing in front of the mirror. He could see now that she was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, so much of her golden skin on show. She was braiding her long hair into a single plait, her fingers working nimbly. The moon was shining in bright enough so she didn't need a light.

He came up behind her and slid his arms around her waist, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, leaving soft kisses at her collarbone. Goosebumps rippled up and down her arm, making him smile. When she didn't turn her attention to him, his hands wandered, and she giggled, pressing back against him.

"You're distracting me," she whispered, turning her head to look up at him.

"Not enough." He stole a kiss. She tasted like the mint toothpaste they shared

Gabriela pulled away and nudged him back toward the bed. Coco did as she wanted and got in on his side. Instead of walking around to hers, she climbed over him, and Coco tried his hardest to hold her hips in place as she straddled his waist, but she gave him a few playful swats before rolling onto the mattress.

"You're not the only one whose had a long day," she said, sitting up to kiss him once more with one hand planted against the naked skin of his chest.

Coco took her by the back of her neck and held her there. There was nothing like coming home to his girl after a day like today. He'd avoided relationships for so much of his life, but now that he had a steady one with a woman way out of his league, he felt like he'd been a fool to wait so long.

The kiss deepened, and he used his other hand to drag her closer until she was laying over him, and she allowed it. He knew she had to be up early, and he felt guilty for keeping her up, but he could also be a selfish bastard. His lips moved down her neck to the place that made her weak. He nipped at the sensitive skin with his teeth

"Johnny," she said breathlessly as she pulled back. He loved it when she used his real name, and she knew it. 

"Hmm?"

"I have to be up in four hours."

Coco pressed his nose against the side of her face and groaned. "I know, I'm sorry."

Gabriela brushed her finger along his bottom lip. "So am I." Her hand moved further down his body to the band of his boxers, but he snatched her up at the wrist. She laughed again and rolled back over onto her back.

"Don't you fuckin' tease me," he said while pulling the sheet up over the both of them. "It's mean. Now go to sleep."

While she found his suffering amusing, Coco just shook his head, but he couldn't stop from smiling. For the first time in his life, he had something good to hold on to. Something that had nothing to do with the club. And he was happy.

[riikive]

STARTED WITH A PARCEL AT THE WRONG ADDRESS ⌕ 최범규

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pairing. choi beomgyu x gn!oc | genres. comfort/hurt, a bit of romance, fluffy, next-door neighbor au, soft, etc. | warnings. blunt/rude oc, overworking, being sick, high fever, etc. | word count. 1.5k | request. yes

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Jun lying down, staring at the ceiling. They didn't want to get up even though they had a job at 10:00 a.m. Looking at the clock, it read 8:00 a.m. They sighed before groaning as they lazily got up from the bed. Walking to the bathroom, they got ready for the day. Taking a shower after brushing their face.

After putting on their clothes, they tied up their armpit-length hair before going out to check the mail. They didn't care if anyone saw their wet hair since it was hot summer autumn meaning it was 26°C to 32°C all week. As Jun opened the door, they saw a package waiting for them. "I didn't order anything?" Observing it, they noticed it was a parcel. Picking up the parcel, they read the address and noticed it was under a different name. "Choi Beomgyu? I don't know any Choi Beomgyu."

They went inside their apartment with the parcel before grabbing their phone and keys. Then closed their apartment door as they stepped outside. Reading the address carefully as they walked through the hallway. "Apartment 313," they muttered under their breath. "Wait a minute,"－looking at the door number, they realized it was their next-door number－"What the－how in the world did the mailman get the address incorrect when it is the door next to mine?! Are they blind or something?" Looked at the address one last time before ringing the doorbell.

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Within a minute, the door opened, revealing a boy with chestnut brown hair. His hair reaches down to his shoulders, just barely, in a sort of mullet. The rest of his hair is cut neatly, with some of the sides reaching down, stopping above his jawline. Their eyes travel to his bangs, which are cut just above the eyes. His hair must be dyed because some of the layers he has cut into his hair are different shades of the brown. His jawline is sharp, and his hair stylist must have wanted it to show because none of it touches his actual jawline, simply resting a bit past his ear.

"Hm, no," they bluntly said with no hesitation. "This parcel is for you. The mailman was apparently too blind to read the address and put it in front of my apartment instead of yours. Here you go and I will be on my way. Have a nice day, I guess. " They politely gave him the parcel before walking away. Beomgyu looked at the parcel before looking at Jun who was talking back to their apartment. He closed the door and opened the parcel.

It was from his mother. His mother gave him some snacks that she brought when she went abroad for vacation. Smiling at the letter, his mother sent inside the parcel. He put the snacks away before getting ready for the day.

Jun walked out of their apartment once again after getting ready for work. They made sure they got everything before locking their apartment door. Then walked to the bus to their job. With a sigh, they sat down on the bus stop seat, waiting for their bus to come. Once the bus arrived, they went inside and sat down at their usual seat. They watched the bus drive off from stop to stop until it reached their stop.

Feeling the breeze hit their face as they exited the bus. Lazily walked to their job. Jun worked as a graphic designer in a famous company. They don't really hate the job. It pays well and is quite flexible. Some of the co-workers are a little annoying at times. Walking inside the entrance, they were greeted by the receptionist. "Good morning, Jun." They smiled as they nodded. Walking past the receptionist, they entered their ID before walking to their office.

Greeted by everyone who was walking in the hallway going from place to place. Jun finally reached their seat. They put down their bag and clasped on their chair. Staring at the computer in front of them before letting out a sigh and turning on the PC. Once they enter the usernames, passwords, etc, they start working on their project that is due before the end of the day. "Good morning, Jun!" Glancing up, they saw it was no other than one coworker whom they worked with when they started working at the company.

"Morning," was all they said before laying their eyes back on the screen. "How was your morning?" The co-worker said, trying to start a conversation. They just shrugged. The coworker sighed before working on their own project. The rest of the day was busy for Jun.

After a busy day at work, Jun went home straight away. They decided to take a taxi instead of going on a crowded bus. They usually take the bus because it is less money for them, but they don’t want to deal with the crowds, especially during rush hours. Once they got a taxi, they went inside and told them the address before sitting back and relaxing.

Staring at the evening sky as the taxi drove to their destination. Again another sigh was let out. Once they arrived, Jun paid the driver before exiting the car. Walking inside the apartment and up the stairs to the 3rd floor. As they were about to unlock the door, they saw their next-door neighbor walking to his apartment. Was his name Beomgyu? He glanced at their way and smiled. "Good evening, neighbor!" They didn't respond, just gave a little nod.

As they were about to enter their apartment, Beomgyu stopped them. "Wait!" Jun stopped and turned to him with a blank face. Staring at them for longer than 4 minutes, he started to notice the black bags in their eyes and how tired they were. "Do you want to hang out?" He asked them. They shook their head before entering the apartment.

As the days got busier and longer, more bags started to become darker and eyes became more tired. Jun felt like their head was going to explode. They called in sick at 10:00 p.m. when they couldn't even stand up to do anything. They couldn't even hold their phone and typed the email until 10. All they want to do is to sleep. Until they heard the doorbell ring. Lazily went up and slowly walked to their door. Almost fell midway.

Opening the door, revealing their neighbor. "What?" They asked. "Wow, not a good morning?" Jun rolled their eyes. "What do you want?" They bluntly asked. This time Beomgyu rolled his eyes. "No need to be blunt." They sighed and rubbed their forehead. "Can't you get to the point?" He observed them before asking a question. "Are you sick?" "Duh, I guess you found out," they lightly chuckled, "Now tell me what is up." He pulled out a bag from behind him. "My mother got these for me and I couldn't finish them so here are some for you." They took the bag and looked inside. "Thank－" Before they could finish their sentence, they fainted.

Beomgyu quickly caught them before they fell onto the floor. He touched their forehead and his eyes widened. They had a high fever. "Did you overwork yourself?" He asked softly before carefully carrying them to their bedroom. Hoping they don't mind him stepping inside the apartment and using the kitchen, he cooked some porridge. He went to the cabinets looking for medicine for them to drink before entering their room with a tray of porridge, water, and medicine. He went to the bathroom and took a towel before putting water in it.

Then carefully place it on their forehead before sitting down. Observing around the room, he noticed the room was simple and comfortable. There aren't a lot of things in the room to make it look more open. Jun slowly woke up and noticed him. "Oh, sorry for entering your apartment without your permission." "It's fine," they said as they touched their forehead, noticing the towel on top of it. "I made porridge for you." He gave the bowl to them. They tried to hold it but were too weak to. Beomgyu chuckled, muttering, "Cute."

Jun looked at him with annoyance in their eyes. "What? I am weak right now." "Do you want me to feed you?" He asked. They looked at him then at the bowl. "Fine." Beomgyu smiled, scooped some porridge, and then blew on it before putting the spoon near their mouth. They slowly opened their mouth, letting him feed them. After they finished the soup with his help, they drank the medicine before laying back on the bed. He went to the kitchen to wash the dishes before returning to the room. Sitting down after he wet the towel again and put it on their forehead. He unknowingly smiled just by watching them sleep.

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[pbandjesse]

Were at my parent's house! And just like that, our Christmas trip begins.

I tried to be in good spirits today but it was. Hard. I was not as frazzled as yesterday but I wasn't feeling my best and was very quick to get upset. A lot of it was that I did not sleep great. It wasn't the worst ever but it wasn't very good. I woke up uncomfortable and feeling vaguely gross.

So I started the day with a very good shower and washing my hair. This helped the grossness and most of the uncomfortable. But I felt a little bit directionless. I didn't want to sit in waiting mode all day. I wanted to feel like I accomplished something. But this was hard.

After I got dressed I checked my bag and felt like I had everything. I would end up forgetting my fleece which has me a little upset. But there are worst things. I will be okay. We always forget something on a trip.

I had a roll for breakfast. I would end up having many rolls today. Food was entirely to hard. And then I went to fill my cup and I couldn't get the lid off and I was beside myself upset. And I know it was very silly but I was very very close to absolutely falling apart over this even thought I knew it was so not a big deal. But it felt like the end of the world.

I would calm down and try to be rational after hitting the cup on the counter a few times trying to loosen the lid. Instead of throwing the cup I got a different cup. It wasn't the same. But I would feel better after having some caffeine.

I decided to take my suitcase down to the car and then walk to the Walgreens. Get some fresh air. And on my way out I saw Mr Will was there and asked him if he could open my cup. And so he did!! He's the best.

He also carries my suitcase to the car. And I couldn't help but tell him about us moving. He said he would come and check it out when we have the keys. He's so happy for us. He also thought I said we were moving to Paris and that was very funny. He's such a sweet man.

We had to move around some stuff in the car to fit my suitcase. But we would figure that out together. And then I was off.

I walked to Walgreens and looked around for a bit. I for a few small things. And smelled the lotions and read packages. But then I was in my way back home. I had been texting my brother about handing over the gift I made him. He's been really struggling making time for things so I really hope he does come tomorrow morning. I haven't seen him in so long. I know life is crazy but I wish he could make the time. I just want the best for him. But selfishly I also want to see my brother.

When I got back home Mr Will was waiting for Ms Tina in the hallway. I stood and talked to him for a bit. And when Tina came in she was hugs all around. My neighbor Carson was on his way out. It was a very festive atmosphere. Everyone was in a good mood.

Tina would have chocolate and cards for every apartment. And she wished me and James safe travels for Christmas. I really appreciated that. She's a very good person.

Will would come in to disconnect our oven. Which was embarrassingly filthy but he said to not bother cleaning it because he is going to replace it soon. I went and got him a pair of vice grips to disconnect the gas. And after his pushed everything back in place he wished me a Happy Christmas and we had a big hug before he left. He did stop to play with sweetp for a while but Sweetp is great so this tracks.

I would spent the next couple hours reading and reading and trying to feel normal. I texted James that I wished we could leave for my parents earlier. So it was decided I would go meet them at the museum and we would leave right away. This made me really happy and excited.

Sweetp was sleeping. So for once getting him in thee carrier was not an absolute nightmare. He fought it a little but it was very quick and he was safely in the box. I gathered everything I knew I needed to grab. And then we were off to the museum to get James.

I had left a little early. And so when I got to the museum I went to fill up my water and ran into Stanley. I was very happy to see him. And Meril. And when James came back to the desk I was happy to see them too. Then I asked if they would like anything to eat for the road. And was off to get us sandwiches.

I would come back after getting our food and rearranged the car a little in the parking lot. I would eventually come up to the door and come inside to chat with Meril about the house while James finished up.

And then we were in the road! And we made great time.

We would discover pretty quickly the few small things we forgot. But it was fine. We will survive. It was not a bad ride at all. Sweetp had cried on the entire walk to the car but he was very quiet after that. Just sitting in his carrier. We listened to podcast. I ate my sandwich. When we eventually had some traffic to sit in, James would eat theirs. And it was not a bad drive at all.

We got here at 630. And I was so happy to see my parents. I don't know if it came across but I was thrilled to be here. And it was a lot of fun sitting and talking about house stuff and logistics and moving. The dogs were being kind of a lot. Scaring Sweetp. But he would hold his own and would be okay.

Mom would make dad a salad and me and James would have cereal and fruit, respectively. And it was just a really nice evening.

I got to show them our wedding book finally and it was fun to reminisce. But eventually everyone was getting tired. Dad would go to bed. And James would start to wind down.

I went to sit in the basement with my mom for a while. And we would talk about the animals and my ideas for building things and timelines for projects. How they are proud of me, of us, and that feels really good.

I also was encouraged to hear how their health is doing a little better or at least in the right direction. Dad's walking better. Mom's seeing a doctor. It's good. It gives me some amount of comfort.

Me and mom also talked about the plan for when her and my Aunt Nadine come to visit next month. I am very excited to host them but I also don't want to completely wear them out. So I think I have a solid plan that will fill the days but not be to much. I am excited to spend time with them. That's the only resource you can't get back. Time.

Eventually I decided it was time for me to get a shower and get to writing this post. And get ready to go to sleep. It was a long day.

And tomorrow will be even longer. So I hope I can get some sleep.

Happy Christmas Adam everyone. I love you all. Goodnight!

[funky-sea-cryptid]

now that my first semester of college is done, time to list things i'd like to tell myself in august

if you think you can fit two loads of laundry into one drier that is the devil talking, your clothes will all be warm and wet which is objectively the worst sensation known to man

take out the trash weekly. if you think you can go another week, you are wrong. the trash only increases

do not drink the foggy water. filter that shit

have a specific place to work and a specific place to play

play, it helps

you can buy whatever you want and it does not mean that you should. this is why i own an entire box of mints. i do not need an entire box of mints

no, kissing is still not an appealing sensation. sorry.

do weed

embrace the clutter. it'll happen no matter what

DO NOT DO YOUR ESSAYS AT 3 AM

AND DO NOT SUBMIT THEM TITLED SHIT LIKE "ENGLISH ESSAY AND CHILL" (im so sorry toby)

you can skip a class, it's okay

write bad poetry for english class. it's good to someone

tell your friends you love them as much as possible

contribute to the group playlist. you'll find music you have no idea you loved

get a job on campus

invest in earplugs, these bitches horny horny

charge your speaker so you can play obnoxious music to make your neighbors stop having sex

check the goddamn moodle

don't be afraid to tell the people in the hallway to fuck off. they're out there late as hell.

KNOCK ON THE SHOWER BEFORE YOU OPEN THE CURTAIN

PLEASE.

buy the cosplay shit, it's fun

take up [redacted]'s offer, it fucks

friend group drama is inevitable. choose the friends you want to keep and act accordingly

go to baked potato night

go trick or treating

you'll be alright. i promise. you'll get through the semester.

[alatusxiaoo]

flirting hcs.

“you’re flirting with me.” “is it working?”

a/n: hi! this is a scheduled (shit) post while i’m out (and dying) <3 have a nice week everyone >.<

albedo as your best friend who knows absolutely nothing about love…but is strangely proficient in picking up on subtle gestures and cues of mutual attraction. he doesn’t always speak of his knowledge on it, however lately with your constant rambles of your developing crush on one of your literature classmates, he’s been rather…well, strange nowadays.

“…and he offered to help me out with my literature assignment! can you believe it—? hey, why are you so quiet? you’re getting distracted.” “i never realized how pretty you looked with your hair pushed back. you should do it more often.” “i…were you even listening, albedo?”

and sure, you and albedo have had physical contact once in a while…but you’ve noticed they linger longer and occur more often in the span of a typical day. nowadays, his light hugs have grown somewhat intimate, and his quirky habit of gently toying around with your hair happens quite frequently. you wonder if there’s also a reason behind why he keeps complimenting you nowadays.

“albedo~! how is the prettiest person in the world doing today?” “i don’t know, how are you doing today?” “i—great, yeah…i’m good i guess…wait, did you just call me pretty again?”

well…at this rate, you had almost completely forgotten about your crush from literature class. all you were trying to do was to avoid developing any sort of romantic feelings for your nonchalant best friend. and hopefully, the endeavor wouldn’t eventually prove itself to be as hard as it sounds…right?

childe as your childhood friend’s annoying older brother. since you spend so much time over at their neighboring house, you’re unfortunately bound to run into the tall ginger perusing the modest hallways with a knowing smirk.

“didn’t realize we were having guests today.” “whatever asshole—ugh, you stink! ew, don’t touch me! take a shower already, that’s disgusting.” “don’t you want an invite?~” “son of a bitch…nope, i’m going to pretend you just didn’t say that.”

weirdly, he doesn’t really act up when he’s around his sister. he’d probably stumble into the two of you finishing up a physics project and bicker around for a bit with his sister…but there’s oddly nothing spontaneously flirty when he talks to you with her in the room. although the instinct to tease you always kicks back in when he catches you alone — like, for instance, when he walks in on you making a cup of coffee for yourself in the vacant kitchen.

“coffee?” “no thanks, i’m more of a tea person.” “oh thank god, this is the last cup in the house and i’d honestly rather not indirectly kiss you—” “well if you wanted a kiss, why didn’t you just say so?~”

and at the end of the day, despite hastily scampering out of their lovely abode to avoid an unbridled barrel of flirty remarks with his cheeky goodbyes, you can’t exactly help but absently smile and…perhaps even hope to come back soon around the approaching weekend.

kaedehara kazuha as the reserved boy seated in the corner of your literature period. everyone claims that he apparently prefers keeping to his own company, but you’d beg to differ and say he doesn’t seem to mind yours either…if anything, he was just a nice boy.

“is that a new sweater?” “oh, you noticed? i actually got it yesterday, although i suppose the fit on me looks rather awkward…” “on the contrary, i think you look beautiful, as always.” “—!”

okay, maybe sometimes a bit too nice. yet often times you’d find it oddly refreshing that someone would still compliment you on the little things. whether it’s your gauchely fitted sweater, or your intentionally concealed haircut (he easily points it out with a boyish grin across his lips), or how he lightly chuckles when he spots you poorly attempting to cram a quick literature assignment within the discussion period.

“i don’t know what you’re expecting, but not all of us are particularly skilled in this aspect.” (his warm hands hover over your loose one grasping the pen, a lazy smirk finding its way around his fair features.) “sure, whatever you say love. now do you still want my help or not?”

well…you’d be lying if you said you’ve never developed feelings for the pretty boy. (deep down, you know he’s really just a sly fucker who’s undeniably fantastic at flirting.)

gorou as your fellow club officer who’s frustratingly innocent in the aspects of flirting and such…however, he always seems to unconsciously phrase things the wrong (and often misunderstood) way. as a result of this, the other officers openly find amusement in mainly teasing you, and well…unfortunately leaving the poor boy clueless on what he said, for you to be impotently poked fun about.

“hey, sorry we’re late for the meeting! we had things to do.” “and um…by things, she means me. so it’s mainly my fault if we’ve caused an inconvenience to everyone else. sorry about that guys.” “pfft, oh this is good! so what exactly did y/n do to you, gorou?” “and do you mind explaining it for us in further detail?” “i—” “well, what happened was…” “no wait, don’t answer that—!”

it’s rather distressing, really. and it’s not as if you knew how to explain such intimate subjects to the boy either — his innocence was a refreshing thing to hear, after being surrounded by too many tainted mindsets.

“were you here for long?” “not really, it’s alright. i’ll always have time for you, y/n!” “i—yeah, thank you...” “your cheeks are red, are you—” “anyways! back to what i wanted to talk about…”

although strangely…it is charming in an odd way. part of you still wonders if he really doesn’t know what he’s saying, or he secretly has an idea of what effect it has on you. (so it’s only when you catch a mysterious twinkle in his eyes as he innocently smiles, that it hits you and you guiltily think to yourself — ah, i’m fucked.)

scaramouche as your bickering roommate who you have no choice but to consult before you leave in 15 minutes for a blind date. you have no fucking idea how a guy’s mind works, and so you both decide to exchange each of your own general ideas of flirting signals within your respective sexes.

“well goodness, it’s common knowledge. if a girl’s arms are wrapped around your neck, she obviously wants to kiss you. if they’re around your waist, she might just be seeking for comfort. and if they’re positioned diagonally, you clearly don’t stand a chance with her—” “fucking hell woman, how was i supposed to know that hugging meant different things for girls?”

similar to albedo, there’s a lot of physical demonstration and careless contact with each other. his hands may end up lazily slung around your waist, and yours pressed against his chest while you argue about trivial actions and certain intentions behind them.

“so what about guys, huh?” “seriously? if a guy likes you, he’ll kiss you, end of discussion.” “…you’re kidding. that’s it?” “guys aren’t that convoluted, idiot. if they want something, they’ll do it straightforward. the most they’ll do to make it obvious is look at the girl’s lips as a signal.” “ugh, i can’t believe what i’m hearing…”

anyways, you get the point. a lot of touching (that invades each of your strictly determined personal spaces) and childish squabbling for the next handful of minutes…it eventually reaches a point where you’re left with no choice but to thank him in the end for his oddly complacent effort to help you out. and it soon clicks after you’ve both finished with your typical quarrel, when you witness the clock over his shoulder almost hitting your arranged time to leave for your blind date — yet you catch him wordlessly eyeing down something in particular.

“are you…looking at my lips?” “…your hands are still around my neck.” (oh…were they still there? you hadn’t noticed.)

as an odd sensation suddenly presses soft against yours, the world spins and your heart catches in your throat. (perhaps taking a rain check on that blind date, doesn’t sound like the worst idea right about now.)

xiao as your stoic class senior, with whom you’ve developed a rather peculiar (love-hate) relationship together. you met in the school’s unused art room while skipping a monotonous period of basic calculus, and decided it was best to simply tolerate each other’s uninvited presences instead of ratting each other out to the staff and administration (because then, you’d both be caught for missing out on classes). albeit sometimes the silence proves itself to be…difficult to merely ignore one another inside the sequestered room.

“would it actually kill you to stop replaying that song, y/n?” “shh! this is the best part!” “fuck, this is so annoying…” “well get used to it, you’ll be hearing it every time i come over.” “this woman is seriously testing my patience…god, i hate you.” “you don’t have to lie to yourself~”

you could say he was the type of guy who considered communication was nothing much other than a complete waste of time…which you eventually discovered to be quite ironic, once you realized he was undeniably popular among the girls and boys of his batch. perhaps now you could sympathize a bit better with his aloof personality, but then again — he never seemed to complain during your spontaneous conversations together. if anything, sometimes you feel like he just mutually enjoys the exchange as much as you do.

“well, what do you think? i painted you pretty well, huh?” “…was that supposed to be me?” “yeah, wait—why, what did you think it was?” “i don’t know…abstract?” “…wow. fuck you xiao.” “if you want, go ahead.”

as much as you would wish to deny it, there’s also a lot of flirting despite the occasional degrading comments tossed around each other. and sometimes you’d even get to the point where the slightest brush of physical contact begins to send your heart into a frenzy. but at the end of the day, when you both leave the room and coincidentally run into each other with friends in the hallways…neither of you acknowledge one another. whatever transpires within the confines of that art room remains nothing but a little secret for only the two of you.

[bellarosethefangirl]

Can we have Okuyasu being insecure about himself and fem!reader comforts him trying to give him self confidence?

Author Note: Sure! Thanks for sending in this request! Okuyasu deserves a lot of love. He’s such a husbando ❤

"You Want To Date Me?"(Okuyasu  Nijimura x Reader Raising his Confidence)

Word Count: 682

You and your good friend Okuyasu were sitting in a classroom during break. It was only the both of you since you happened to walk into the abandoned classroom and walk in on Okuyasu looking out a window. You sat beside him noticing he seemed upset. He was drinking his bottle of water sadly. His eyes looked so deep in thought. You placed a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention. You felt he could really use a friend right now. He realized you’re beside him when he felt your hand.

“Hey..” He said lightly.

“You doing okay?” You give him a concerned look.

“It’s been a long week.” 

“A long week? Is everything at home doing okay?”

Youn,. knew about Okuyasu’s living situation and about his father. It couldn’t be easy with the horrid living situation he is in. You yourself have allowed him to use the shower at your home since he didn’t have one of his own. He normally barrows the neighbors water hose to cleanse himself in the back. To your surprise it wasn’t why he was feeling upset.

“It’s okay back at home. It’s about myself.”

“About yourself?” “Yes I haven’t felt confident. Nothing against Jousuke he’s my best friend but sometimes I feel less of myself around him. He’s always getting attention from girls but every time I try talking to a girl I scare them off. It really hits my confidence.”

“Okuyasu I think its best to ignore the girls who don’t see your best qualities. The vain ones tend to have horrible personalities and I wouldn’t want that for you.  You deserve better than that. Someone who would treat you like you mean something to them.”

“I think you’re right. It means a lot to me. You’re always there for me thank you so much. I hate that those girls get to me.”

“Then its their loss. You’re a wonderful person and I think anyone would be lucky to catch your attention.” You said bashfully.

“You really think so?” His face lit up in a huge smile.

“Of course. I’ll always be honest with you. You mean a lot to me.”

“Thanks. I’m lucky to have you here with me. If not I’m sure I’d be self conscious for a while there.”

“I don’t think you have any reason. You’re handsome and your scars looks cool. Makes you look badass.” You said without thinking. 

“You really think so?” He started tearing up and wiping his tears with his sleeve.

“Okuyasu..” Your eyes widened. 

You knew he was prone to tearing up when it came to women but it was never directed at you. He respects you and as his friend he’d never want to make you uncomfortable. Now that he knows how you truly feel about him now that you conveyed your thoughts, he is truly the happiest man on earth right now.

You hug him knowing it would be comforting for him. Immediately he’s hugging you back so joyously, moving side to side lovingly. You melt against his grasp not wanting to seperate. He looks at you with such a goody yet big smile.

“Maybe we could go to Trattoria Trussardi? My treat.”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes... if you’d like.” He said hopefully.

“Yes Okuyasu! I’ve always wanted to go on a date with you!” 

“R-really..? I wish I knew!” He said with restrained tears thinking back to all the times he could’ve had you for a girlfriend.

“I didn’t have the courage to confess but it looks like I did it without realizing. I’m so happy you return my feelings. I kept them to myself for so long.”

He felt himself weaken at the thought, clutching his heart not bearing the thought. He squeezed his eyes tightly, dramatically. You giggled and give him a reassuring pat on the back.

“What matters is we are dating now.” 

The reminder making him smile instantly. He gets an idea.

“Can I walk you to class!?”

“Yes, yes!” You laugh.

He cheered and grabbed your hand. He walked you down the hallways with a huge skip in his step. He certainly wasn’t self conscious anymore now that he has the reassurance of you being by his side.

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Neighbors

Taron Egerton x Reader

*a/n: Reposting some of my old fics here before I start trying to write again.

Summary: Your new neighbor has been the star of your fantasies since you met them, can you make them come true?

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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You couldn’t help yourself. Your mind wandered to him as your fingers trailed down to your soaking wet, aching core. You had met him in the hallway of your building when you came home from work and he had looked so damn good that you couldn’t help but think about him for the rest of the day. The way he smiled, the way he talked, even the way he had smelled, when you had gotten close enough to catch a whiff, had sent your head spinning and your heart beating fast.

As you worked your fingers inside you, you thought about him. About how you wanted him to touch you, to kiss you, to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight. You leaned against the wall of your shower, the mixture of the water hitting your body and your hand working its magic on you, bringing you closer to your climax. Closing your eyes tight, his face swam before your mind’s eye and you came with a loud moan of his name.

As you sank down to the floor of the shower to catch your breath, you cursed yourself. You cursed yourself for wanting him, for touching yourself again while thinking of him. You didn’t want to feel this way about your neighbor, but, God, you couldn’t help it. There was something about him that was just so magnetic that you felt yourself drawn to him from the first moment you had met him.

You had been moving in, when you stumbled over one of your boxes. He had just come in and saw you. He had run over to help you up.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine thanks,” you said, dusting yourself off, not wanting to make eye contact out of embarrassment.

“What’s with all the boxes?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, I’m moving in,” you said pointing to the door of the apartment that was slightly ajar.

“Oh, okay, well, welcome to the building, I live right over there,” he said pointing to the door right across from yours. “Guess we’re neighbors.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

He looked around at all the boxes you had in the hall.

“I’m sorry all my stuff is out here in the way,” you told him.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” he said. “I was just wondering who was helping you. No husband?”

You shook your head.

“Boyfriend then?”

“Nope.”

“Er, girlfriend?”

“Nope, not one of those either. It’s just me.”

“Ah, okay,” he said after a pause. “Well, let me help.”

You watched as he bent to pick up the box you had tripped over.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you said, but he was already carrying the box into your apartment.

You followed him in and told him where to set it down.

“Okay, anything else?” he asked, straightening up.

For the first time you got a good look at him, and that was the first time you felt your heart skip a beat. He was handsome. You had to stop yourself from staring at him and you quickly turned to head back out into the hallway to get another box.

For the next hour, he helped you move the rest of your boxes into your apartment, chatting away with you. You were grateful for the help and even more grateful that your new neighbor was nice.

Once the last box was moved in, you turned to him, a smile of gratitude on your face. “Thank you so much. Without your help I would have been doing this all night.”

“It’s no problem,” he told you. “By the way, I never caught your name.”

You laughed. You had spent an hour with him and neither of you had introduced yourselves.

“I’m Y/N,” you told him, sticking out your hand.

“Taron, nice to officially meet you,” he replied, taking your hand and shaking it. At the touch of his hand you felt a jolt of what felt like electricity go through you.

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After that first meeting, the two of you quickly became friends: stopping in the hallway to chat with each other as you were coming and going, hanging out, he even invited you out with him and his friends. More than once, just the two of you would talk late into the night and well into the morning. The more time you spent around him, the more your initial attraction grew. Soon you were daydreaming about him while at work, which quickly turned into fantasizing about him late at night.

You really couldn’t help it and as much as you chastised yourself, you couldn’t stop. You knew that old saying of “you shouldn’t shit where you eat,” meaning you knew you shouldn’t get involved with him since he was your neighbor, but you wanted to.

You were willing to risk it. And although you didn’t know it, he was willing to risk it too.

Which led to the next day. You were just hanging out around your place that Friday. One of the first weekends where you didn’t have any extra work to do. Your friend Leah had invited you out and you had agreed. You had just wanted to relax, but she wouldn’t hear of it. So, there you were, dressed and waiting for her when there was a knock on your door.

“I am so glad it’s the weekend,” Taron said as soon as you opened the door. He came in and flopped down on your sofa, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

“Long week?” you asked him, sitting next to him.

“You have no idea,” he said, opening his eyes and looking at you.

“What are you all dressed up for?”

“Leah asked me to go out with her.”

“Oh, I figured we could hang out tonight.”

“As much as I’d love that, I did promise,” you told him. “That’s why I’m in this uncomfortable dress and shoes.”

He watched you as you tugged at the short dress.

“You look nice to me,” he commented, staring at your thigh.

“What are you looking at?” you asked him.

“What is that?” he asked pointing to your upper thigh.

“Huh?” you looked to where he was pointing. “Oh, that. It’s just a tattoo I have.”

His eyes widened. “All this time we’ve been hanging out and you never told me you had a tattoo.”

“Well, I actually have four.”

“Four!? What other secrets are you keeping from me?”

You laughed. “None, I honestly thought I had told you.”

“You did not,” he said, gazing back at your thigh. “So, come on let me see it.”

You were about to when your phone rang. It was Leah calling you.

“I gotta go,” you told him, getting up and collecting your things.

He followed you to the door. “Wait, wait, you were just about to show me your tattoos.”

“I was gonna show you one,” you told him.

“Well, I feel like I deserve to see them all. You know, since you kept them a secret all this time.”

You laughed again, as you reached for the door. “I wasn’t keeping them secret.”

“Then show me.”

“Okay, when I get back then,” you told him, thinking nothing of it, until you felt his hand grab your arm.

He turned you to face him. “Promise?” There was a look in his eyes you hadn’t seen before.

“Yeah, sure, promise,” you said hoarsely. Your phone rang again. “I, uh, I gotta go.”

He let you go.

“I’ll be waiting,” he called after you.

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The entire time you were out, you couldn’t help but think about what had happened right before you left. You had talked yourself into thinking that Taron was just kidding with you. That he didn’t really want to see them, but that look in his eyes gave you a tiny sliver of hope.

You tried to enjoy yourself, and after a few drinks, the conversation with him was pushed to the back of your mind.

It wasn’t until Leah dropped you off around two that morning. You walked into your building and up to your floor. You were taking your keys out, when you heard the door behind you open.

“I was wondering when you’d get back,” you heard Taron say.

You turned to look at him. “What? You were waiting on me?”

“You have something to show me, remember?”

“Oh, you really were serious?”

In response, he just opened the door to his place wider and beckoned you to come in. you hesitated for a moment then followed him inside.

He stood in front of you with his arms folded, waiting. Normally, in a situation like this, you’d feel nervous, but the drinks you had consumed earlier had taken that edge off. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back into his room. You had been in there what seemed like a hundred times before, but now it was different. You could feel it.

“Well?” he asked.

“Unzip my dress please,” you told him.

He did, his breath warm on your neck. He then stood back, watching you closely, he waited for you to slip out of your shoes, then your dress, dropping it to the floor.

“Go on,” he said.

You started with the one he had glimpsed on your thigh, as you told him about it, he traced around the lines with his fingers. Then the one on your arm, the one on your side, and finally the one on your back. He listened to you explain the stories behind each one, all the while tracing his fingers around them, making your skin tingle from his touch.

“And that’s it,” you said softly, when you finished telling him about the last one.

“Hmm, I can’t believe you’ve had these all this time and never once showed me,” he commented, his warm hands still on your skin, as he stood behind you, admiring the tattoo on your back.

“Well, I would have been more than happy to,” you told him. “I just didn’t think you’d wanna see them.”

“Obviously, you were wrong.”

“Obviously.”

“Well, I guess that’s it then?” you said, not moving. You didn’t want to.

“No, no, it’s not,” he replied, his hands coming to rest on your waist.

You felt his lips on your shoulder. You took in a sharp breath at the contact. You felt that ache you always felt after being around him. That ache that caused you to touch yourself every time you thought about him. As if he were reading your mind, you felt one of his hands slide down your stomach, into your panties, and then dip into your wet core. All the while he kissed up from your shoulder to your neck. You let out a low moan at the combination of the touch of his hand and lips on your skin.

You started grinding back against him, and with his free hand he pulled you closer to him. His fingers kept working inside you; first one, then another joined it, as he circled you clit with the pad of his thumb.

“I’ve been wanting you to do this for so long,” you moaned softly.

“Really?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” you hummed.

“How long?”

“Months,” you told him. Completely lost in his touch, the words came tumbling out. “I’ve thought about it so much.”

“Have you? And what did you do while you thought about me?”

“Touched myself.”

“Show me. Show me how you touched yourself while thinking about me,” he commanded, taking his hands from you.

He turned you to face him, placing a searing kiss on your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands playing in his hair as he walked you backwards to the bed. When he pulled away from the kiss, you looked into his eyes and saw that same look you had seen earlier. Before you could register what that look meant, he gently pushed you onto the bed. He then slid your panties off.

“Go on, show me,” he said again.

Your hands traveled down your body, til they reached where his had been earlier. You slid a finger in, then another. You took one hand and began playing with your breasts. Knowing that he was watching you turned you on even more and you began working your fingers inside you faster.

You felt the bed shift, but you were too busy with yourself to notice that he had sat down to watch you. When he joined you on the bed, you felt him stop your hand then replace it with his, keeping the same pace you had earlier, bringing you closer to your climax.

“I’m so close,” you moaned. “Don’t- don’t stop.”

He moved his fingers faster, and then bent his head down between your legs. When you felt his tongue flick at your clit, you arched your back off the bed. He did it again and again, then he started sucking on it. This sent you over the edge, and you came with a shout of his name, like you had done many times before. He slid his fingers from inside you once you came down from your high.

He then crawled up the bed and leaned over you.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You opened your eyes, and reached for him, pulling him to you so you could kiss him again. You tongue probing at his lips, then sliding in his mouth when he opened it. You started grinding against him, feeling how hard he was and wanting him inside you.

He pulled back from your lips and stood, shedding his clothes. You reached out and pulled him down on the bed. You climbed onto his lap, his hands traveling over your body again, making you ache with longing.

You pushed him back and began kissing down his body. You kissed him on his chest, down his stomach, until you got to his hard dick. You took it in your hand and began stroking him slowly. You looked up at him, and he closed his eyes at your touch. You then ran your tongue around the tip, then up the base, getting it wet before you sucked him into your mouth. You took as much of him as you could and began bobbing your head up and down on him.

You heard him hiss above you as you began working your hand on his shaft in time with the movement of your head.

“Fuck, fuck, stop,” he told you after a minute. You let him slide out of your mouth. “C’mere,” he said.

You crawled back up to face him.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“You, I want you,” you told him, placing a kiss on his lips before you lowered yourself onto him.

As he slid inside you slowly, you felt every inch of him until he was completely inside you. Without giving you time to adjust to him, he grabbed your hips and started moving you on top of him. You placed your hands on his chest to keep yourself balanced as you bounced on his dick, each stroke causing the head of it to hit your g-spot.

With a groan, he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and pushing himself inside deeper. Your lips found his in a sloppy kiss before he maneuvered you so you were underneath him. Taking your legs in his arms, he began rutting into you faster. You grabbed the sheets as he kept moving inside you.

He then let your legs go, so that he could lean over you, kissing you on your neck. He moved his lips up to the shell of your ear.

“Turn over,” he said as he stilled his hips.

Reluctantly, you let him slide from inside you as you turned over and got on all fours. He slid back inside you with a low groan, before reaching underneath you and pulling you up to him.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispered. “I don’t know why I waited this long to have you.”

You chuckled. “Me either.”

He took one of his hands and toyed with your breast as the other snaked down to rub on your clit. You reached behind, pulling his head down to kiss you again. You felt yourself coming closer to your climax again.

“I’m-I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.”

He moved his hand faster. “That’s it, Y/N, I got you, let go.”

At his words, you felt yourself cum hard. Harder than you had been able to make yourself. You called his name over and over as you came.

You would have collapsed against him if he hadn’t been holding you up. He kept moving inside you, feeling you flutter around him, brought him closer to his own orgasm. Soon he came with a loud groan, sliding out of you.

You laid back on the bed. He laid next to you, pulling you close. You both laid there side by side for a minute.

“So, how long have you been wanting to do that?” you asked him finally

“Since the first day I met you.”

You laughed.

“You know,” he said. “I was thinking of a way to ask you out before, but I didn’t want to make it awkward, you know with us being neighbors and all.”

“Yeah, I understand… but I would have said yes.”

“I know that now.”

You stretched and sat up.

“Where are you goin?”

“Well, I’ve been out all night and plus what we just did, I need a shower.”

“You can use mine,” he told you. “I don’t want you to leave just yet.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

You headed into his bathroom and turned on the shower. while waiting for the water to turn warm, you looked out at him laying on the bed. You walked out and leaned down, kissing him once.

“Join me,” you said to him.

He nodded and you pulled him up. He followed you into the shower, where you had started out washing each other, but ended up kissing again. Soon, he had you pinned against the shower wall, as he slid inside you, as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

It was about to be a long weekend.

[caelesjjk]

if by chance | ksj - part II

Summary: Jin comes to you in a time of need and you’re more than willing to help him out, even if his need is babysitting his four year old son while he rushes to a work emergency.

pairing: dad(dilf?)!Seokjin x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors!au, fwb, dad!bts, slice of life

warnings: Reader has lots of conflicting feelings, Jin’s son is the most adorable human

explicit sexual content: smut in the forms of; kissing (lots of it), fingering, oral (f & m receiving), a shower scene, unprotected sex (thats a no no please wrap it up) different positions, lots and lots of dirty talk, Jin has a big dick, multiple orgasms

word count: 9.8k

banner: by me ☺️

A/N: welcome to part 2 of sexy dad Jin 😏. I hope you’ll enjoy it and leave me some lovely feedback if you do! It’s always so appreciated.

Thank you so so much to @eatjeanjin for beta reading this for me. If was so much help.

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You really have to get more interesting hobbies. Something to occupy your time so that you’re not sitting at home, scrolling through Netflix and hoping that Jin will text you. You didn’t want to be that girl.

It’s been two months since that first time that you slept together. Since then, any weekend that Songho isn’t home, you find yourself in Jin’s bed or he finds himself in yours, the two of you barely leaving the bed except to find food and occasionally shower. But even the shower turns into a place where your body is worshipped by Kim Seokjin.

Seeing him around the building feels more frequent now, or maybe you just can’t help but notice him around more. Your heart swells a little each time you walk into the laundry room of your apartment building to see Jin and Songho folding clothes together. As soon as Songho notices you, he gets the brightest smile on his face and waves you over. He tells you about his day at preschool and you can’t help but to eat up every moment that he tells you about. Jin always looks at his son so fondly, and sometimes you catch him looking at you with a different kind of fondness as you engage in conversation with his four year old son.

Scrolling through your phone, you are now considering texting your friends to see if they have plans tonight. It’s only noon, so you aren’t even sure anyone will have anything decided yet. But just as you’re about to push send on the text, a very loud and frantic knock taps against your door, your phone practically flying out of your hand. You scramble your way off the couch and open your door to see Jin standing on the other side, he’s leaning down with his hands on his knees, looking completely out of breath.

“Jin? Are you okay?” You try to bend over to look at his face, but he holds up a finger, signaling you to wait a moment while he catches his breath. You can’t help but to start laughing at the visual of him running here so quickly.

“Seems rude for you to laugh at my misfortune, Cosmo.” Jin finally huffs out, standing up straight but still a slightly pained look on his face.

“Sorry.” You snicker again, laughing a little louder when he glares. “What are you doing here anyways? Where’s Songho?” You look out into the hallway for the little boy but he’s nowhere to be seen.

“Songho has piano practice this afternoon.” He takes one more deep breath before stepping into your apartment. The fresh scent of laundry detergent wafts into your nose from the black hoodie he’s wearing. Your eyes immediately go to his lips and you swallow thickly before speaking.

“So what does that mean?” Your body immediately lights up when his hands slide beneath your t-shirt, getting to your bare skin as quickly as possible.

“It means we have one hour, Cosmo.” Big hands grab your breasts and squeeze, your eyes threatening to roll back already. “And I want to use every minute of it with you.” Jin's lips cover yours just as you start to moan when he tweaks your nipples.

“I guess I should feel lucky right? Since I haven’t heard from you all week.” You manage to get the words out between kisses.

“You know Songho is home this week, aegiya. We have to be good.” He grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it off of you before reattaching his lips to yours, tongue delving into your mouth.

You’d become used to his Korean term of endearment for you. It was much better than Cosmo, but you’d gotten used to that one as well. Jin and Songho both calling you Cosmo was adorable to say the least.

“I know…I just-“ You’re trying to speak, but Jin has his lips on your neck, his tongue becoming very distracting for you to continue.

“I missed you too.” He says, making you freeze for a moment. ‘Missing you’ seemed like the opposite of what friends with benefits would say to each other. You don’t want to overthink what those feelings could hold, so instead you laced your fingers into his soft, unstyled hair and pulled him closer.

Jin presses his hips into yours, the hard line of his cock rubbing into your stomach and making you whimper. His lips come back to yours at the sound, rushed sloppy kisses driving you insane.

“Bedroom?” You ask, hands leaving his hair and grabbing the hem of his shirt to pull it off swiftly. He shakes out his hair and smiles at you sweetly just before he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them and his boxers to the floor.

You’re used to seeing each other naked now, so when you don’t flinch at the sight of him naked, Jin is slightly disappointed. He looks at you with a pout on his lips.

“Why aren’t you excited to see it?” He whines and it makes you laugh. “Have you grown bored with me already? I’m not sure I could take the rejection, Cosmo.” He pretends to be hurt, slapping his hand over his heart as if your words had truly wounded him.

“You’re ridiculous. It’s not that I’m not excited to see your dick, Jin, I’m just…familiar with it now.” You aren’t sure how else to explain it. You love his dick, especially when it’s inside you.

“Well can’t you at least pretend it still excites you? Look how excited it is to see you.” He points his crotch towards you, cock still standing tall even with all this banter happening.

“Very excited.” You practically purr the words, biting into your bottom lip as you reach one of your hands towards him, wrapping it around his cock and stroking it gently. “Would it be more excited if it was in my mouth?”

“Mm. Want to do that for me?” His head rolls back when you swipe your thumb over the head, spreading the precum down his shaft as you continue to stroke him.

You don’t answer him, deciding to just drop to your knees in front of him in the entryway of your apartment. Jin groans when he brings his head up and his eyes land on you.

“Your mouth is my second favorite place to have my cock.” He groans when you run your tongue along his length

“And the first?” You say, just before your lips wrap around the head, sucking lightly.

“You love when I talk dirty to you, don’t you aegiya?” Jin moves a hand down to your cheek, feeling the tip of his cock poke at it when you take him further into your mouth. You hum around him in agreement, wanting him to say more. “My favorite place is as deep in your perfect pussy as I can possibly get.”

You put your hands on the back of both of his thighs, nails scratching at the skin, beckoning him deeper into your mouth. Jin hisses through his teeth when his hips push his cock into your throat.

“Oh baby, that’s so so good. Look up at me please.” His fingers lightly grip your chin and angle your face up. When your eyes meet his, Jin bites into his plush bottom lip, hips twitching involuntarily.

You start to pick up the pace of bobbing your head, adding harder sucks and sloppier licks. The sounds filling the room are wet and crude but also music to your ears when Jin starts to moan and grunt each time his cock strokes along your tongue and bumps at the back of your throat. You know he’s getting close, his face starts to flush and his thighs quake when he’s getting close, and both of those things are starting to happen.

“Fuck…___, stop. Stop, aegiya.” Jin's hands cup your face to hold your head still, you look up at him confused and pull your mouth off of him with a lewd pop.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, afraid maybe you were doing something he didn’t like.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He smiles at you sweetly and pulls you to your feet, lips finding yours immediately. His long fingers find your hair and your arms instinctively wrap around his waist. “We have 20 minutes…and I want to cum inside you.”

“Your favorite place?” You tease, taking one of his hands and pushing it down between your legs. You know he can feel how wet you are through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts. He hums in approval at what he feels, using his hand to pull your shorts and underwear down in one go.

Jin grabs your hand and gives you a wink over his shoulder as he leads you into your living room. He sits his naked form down onto your couch then pulls you down to straddle his lap. You watch in awe as he reaches between your bodies and starts stroking his cock, his head falling against the back of the couch while he looks at you and pulls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. Why is it so hot to watch him touch himself?

“Ride me?” His hands knead at the soft flesh on your hips, guiding you to where he wants you. You plant your hands on the back of the couch around his head, leaning down to kiss him while positioning yourself for him to get inside you.

Normally you would tease him more. Maybe even make him beg. But you know your time is limited and you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want him right this second. So you willingly sink down onto him, both of you moaning at how perfect it feels.

You start to slowly grind your hips down, rolling them in patterns while keeping Jin’s cock buried inside you and for as deep as it can get. You watch his face as it contorts into pleasure, almost like he’s trying to collect his thoughts or hold back how badly he wants to take control. The thought that you’re making him feel that way makes it feel that much better for you.

“Let me fuck you.” Jin's grip on your hips tightens and he starts to lean forward so he can sit up. But you grab onto his shoulders and shove him back against the couch with a thud.

“No, I like this.” You run your hands through your hair and continue the slow ministrations of your hips. Jin releases a long breath and tries to gain composure.

“There isn’t time for you to work me up so slowly, baby.” Jin watches between your legs and wonders if there’s ever been anything hotter than the sight of your pussy stretched around his cock. He slides one of his hands down your hip then to your clit and works slow circles on it.

“Shit.” You feel that knot in your stomach start to tighten at the added stimulation. You bring your eyes down to Jin's face, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and a mix of slight irritation and pleasure on his face. “Mm I think I could cum just like this.” You bring your hands down to your breasts and start kneading your own flesh, groaning and throwing your head back with a smile.

“____…baby…please. Let’s not do this now.” He sits up again and this time you don’t stop him, his mouth coming to one of your nipples for a few quick licks before he’s moving to your neck.

Jin grabs the globes of your ass roughly, making you gasp and clench at the feeling. You love when he’s just a little rough, It is so out of his nature unless it is behind closed doors.

He lifts you up and then lets you slide back down his length, his mouth finding yours to press sloppy kisses against.

“Is that what you want? For me to bounce on your cock?” Your words were swallowed by his lips, but you felt him twitch inside you before he groaned deep in his chest.

“Please, aegiya. Be good for me.” Jin’s tongue slides into your mouth and you decide to appease him. You use his shoulders for leverage and set a quick pace in hopes to make yourself and the beautiful man beneath you come undone.

“I think I’m gonna cum now, fuck you’re so deep.” You slow just a little when you feel Jin start to buck his hips up off the couch each time you come down.

Jin looks over at the clock you have hanging on the wall in the living room, his face scrunching up almost painfully. He knows there isn’t much time, he needs to go get his son. So the next time you come down on him, he grabs your hips again, quickly maneuvering you and pressing your back against the couch. His hips are snapping into yours with such force that you’re sure there will be bruises for you to remember him and this moment for days to come.

His hands are sliding up the backs of your thighs until he reaches the backs of your knees, gripping and pushing them forward until your knees are almost pinned next to your ears.

That unrelenting pace he’s set is making you a crazy person. You can’t stop the desperate moans and screams that escape your mouth. It feels so good, so good that tears start to form at the corners of your eyes while your hands fumble around to his broad back, scratching pink trails from his shoulders to the dimples at the small of his back.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you baby? You’re squeezing me so tight. Cream all over my cock, I want it so bad.” Jin lets go of your knees, falling forward and bracing himself on his arms above you. His lips seek out yours and swallow up all of your sounds.

This is the first time you’ve been in this position. The both of you normally find it to be too intimate for friends with benefits. But it might be your new favorite now that it’s happened. His chest pressed to yours and his sweet kisses smothering your lips and skin. It’s nothing short of divine.

And it’s that bit of sweetness that sends you over the edge this time. Your lips part from his as your head falls back, but Jin grabs your chin and brings your face back to his.

“I want to see you fall apart like this, aegiya. You’re so…” Jin stops himself, realizing he was about to say something that might not be appropriate for your arrangement. You may have dwelled on it more, if you weren’t already, in the middle of your earth-shaking orgasm.

You melt into the couch cushions as soon as you feel him finish as well, hot spurts filling you up and dripping all over your thighs. You start to wrap your arms around his torso, but he’s already moving and slipping his softening cock out of your body. No cuddling this time it seems.

“I have to go. I don’t want Songho to be waiting for me.” He pats the side of your thigh awkwardly and stands up, his chest heaving with quick breaths.

You hate that you’re feeling something over this. You shouldn’t feel upset that he’s leaving so abruptly. But he has his priorities, and you know you aren’t one of them. So you ignore that little ping in your chest and watch him gather up his clothes and put them on in a rush.

“Of course. I’ll just…see you later then?” You grab the blanket hanging on the back of the couch and quickly cover yourself with it, suddenly feeling strange.

“Yeah, I’ll text you, Cosmo.” Jin runs his hands through his hair a few times, gives you a quick closed lip smile and walks out your door without saying anything else.

It takes a few minutes of sitting there and just staring at your TV (that you never even turned on) for you to snap out of your trance. This isn’t a relationship. This is an arrangement that’s supposed to benefit you both. And in most ways it did, except when it came to you and your inability to not catch feelings.

You like him. You liked all the times you fell asleep with his face buried in your neck and the way his scent stayed on your sheets for a few days. You liked when he got excited about some new documentary on Netflix and the way his voice would crack when he tried to tell you about it. You liked the way he always got up to get you something to drink or grab you a snack from the kitchen. You liked that ridiculous window wiper laugh of his when he found himself to be hilarious.

There’s probably something to be said about you as a person for feeling all of that. You just know that for now, you’ll take whatever parts of himself he’s willing to give you, and that will just have to be enough for you.

You decide to stop moping and feeling sorry for yourself, standing up on wobbly legs and making your way into your bathroom to take a much needed shower.

It feels like one of those showers where you pull out all the stops. You wash your body with a rose-scented body wash three or four times, just to get Jin's smell off of your skin, you don't want to think about him the rest of the night. You take the time to do a hair mask and shave your legs before you finally convince yourself to get out.

You got dressed in your comfy gray leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that swallows up your frame. Something about being in clothes that were just far too big for you that made you feel content.

Digging through your junk drawer in the kitchen, you found a lighter and started lighting every candle that you had sitting around the apartment. Candles just fixed everything for some reason, and you weren’t going to try fighting that logic right now.

The next thing you needed to do was make yourself something to eat for dinner. Your worried mind could be completely reset by some good food and a crime documentary or two.

After too much contemplation, you decided to make some Parmesan chicken, it was easy enough. Didn’t require too many ingredients and it was definitely one of your choice comfort foods.

Once it was in the oven, the smell of tomatoes and oregano filling your apartment, you grabbed a bottle of white wine from the cabinet and poured yourself a pretty hefty glass. You deserved a huge glass of wine, maybe even two of them.

You had quite literally just sat down on your couch to get comfortable while the food cooked when there was yet another frantic knock on your door. You close your eyes for a second and take a deep breath, slightly annoyed that you were being interrupted in the middle of your healing session.

Pulling the door open, you see Kim Seokjin, dressed in a chef's coat paired with blue jeans that fit him like a dream. But what really caught your attention was the desperate look on his face, and the smiling little boy in his arms.

“Hi Cosmo!” Songho says, giggling sweetly after.

“Hi there sweet boy.” You smile at him for a moment before your attention goes back to his father.

“I know you’re not…please with me” Jin starts to say, adjusting Songho in his arms a little. “But I could really use a favor.”

“What sort of favor?” You sigh, leaning against your door frame.

“Could Songho stay with you for a while? I’ve got an emergency with work and have no one who I can get to watch him right away.” Jin’s eyes are practically begging you for mercy. If you didn’t adore his son, you might make him get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. But you’ll let it all slide for the sake of Songho.

“Of course he can stay with me. Would you like that?” You look at the little boy in his arms who claps his hands happily.

“Yes please! I want to play with Cosmo, appa.” Songho touches Jin's cheeks affectionately.

“Okay, buddy. But you need to be on your best behavior. No giving Cosmo here any hard time, alright?” Jin steps into your apartment once you’ve moved to the side, sitting Songho down on his feet.

“I’ll be good, daddy. I promise.” Songho makes a cross cross motion over his heart and Jin smiles before pressing a kiss to the top of his son's head. He looks back to you after.

“I really owe you one, Cosmo.” Jin pushes his hand through his hair. “I’ll make it up to you. I’ll be completely at your mercy.”

“We can start with some graveling when you get home.” You both laugh a little, looking away shyly. “Where do you work that there’s an emergency on the weekend?”

“Ah, it’s been two months and we haven’t even talked about this have we?” Jin laughs again. “I own a catering company. Normally on the weekends, they handle things without me there but some things came up.”

“You own the catering company?” You suddenly felt so ridiculous for not knowing even the simplest things about this man.

“I do.” He looks at the time on his phone. “Here’s my apartment key, Songho should go to bed around 8:30 so just bring him over to my apartment around then. He can brush his teeth and show you where his pajamas are.” Jin rushes out the instructions but you get the jist of it.

“It’s not a problem for me to watch him, don’t worry about anything, okay? We’ll see you when you get home.” You push him towards your door but Jin takes one last look over his shoulder at his son.

“I trust you. I’m trusting you so much here, Cosmo. Thank you.” Jin moves like he wants to hug you, but stops himself.

“Go. We are going to be fine.” You try to reassure him.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Thanks again, Cosmo.” Jin reaches out and squeezes your hand once before he finally makes his way out into the hallway and you shut your door behind him.

“Hey Cosmo?” Songho says from behind you as you lock the door.

“Yes?” You take a few steps towards him and get down on your knees in front of him to be at his level.

“I’m a little hungry.” Songho rubs his tummy and pouts his lip at you. He looks so much like Jin, but especially right now.

“Well lucky for you, I was just making dinner. Do you like Parmesan chicken?” You stand back up and take one of his little hands to lead him to your kitchen.

“I don’t think that I’ve had that kind of chicken.” He sounds curious.

“Let’s try it then, I bet you’ll like it.” You bend to pick him and sit him on your countertop so that he stays safely away from the oven while you take the food out.

After you’ve taken it out, you put some on a plate and cut it up into smaller pieces for Songho to eat, and then put the rest on a plate for you. You bring the plates over to where he’s sitting on the counter and hand him a fork for him to eat it with.

“Oh it’s so good!” Songho squeals a little as he chews his first bite. “Daddy would like this too.”

“Should we save some for daddy to have later?” You take a bite as well, feeling a little proud of how well it turned out. Songho nods his head in agreement while his mouth is full of another bite. “We can definitely do that.” You ruffle his hair to make him laugh while the two of you finish your dinner.

The next few hours are spent playing with some toys that Songho brought with him as well as showing him your beta fish named Hercules. He asked so many questions about the fish and was so content just watching it swim around the bowl. You almost hated to make Songho leave to head to bed.

You hold his hand and walk him across the hallway, unlocking the door to Jin's apartment and leading him inside. Just as you shut the door, Songho yawns and tries to hide it.

“I swear I’m not tired, Cosmo.” He uses his little fists to rub his eyes.

“Daddy said you need to get to sleep soon. But maybe we could watch TV for just a little while after you change and brush your teeth?” You take his hand and he smiles widely.

“You’re the best babysitter ever, Cosmo!” He skips excitedly and swings your hand in his as the two of you walk further into the apartment. Songho leads you to his room to find his pajamas. Your heart is ten times its normal size.

You help the little prince pick out the perfect pair of pajamas, as well as let him introduce you to some of his stuffed animals before making your way to the bathroom to help him brush his teeth. He’s very proficient for a four year old, something you’re sure his father has made sure he does well.

Once he’s finished, Songho turns around on his little step stool and makes little grabby hands towards you, wanting you to pick him up, and of course you do. And maybe you shouldn’t love the way he wraps his little arms around your neck and hugs you tightly as you carry him back to the living room. But you absolutely adore it.

“We can watch whatever you like for a few minutes.” You sit him on the couch and search for the TV remote.

“Super Wings please!” Songho excitedly kicks his little feet and points to the DVD shelf.

You find the movie he wants, noticing that it must be all in Korean. Jin must try to slip in as much of that as he can so that Songho knows those parts of him. You put the movie on and head back over to the couch to sit next to the sweet boy.

As soon as you’re sitting, Songho crawls over into your lap, one of his hands reaching back to play with the strands of your hair that are laying on your shoulder. Neither of you say anything, just sit together and watch the movie until you notice that Songho’s head is tipping forward and he’s falling asleep.

“Songho? Should I take you to bed?” You turn him to look at you and brush the dark hair off of his forehead.

“Can I just lay here with you until appa gets home?” He asks sleepily. You look at the time on your phone, knowing that it’s already past his bedtime but still being unable to tell him no.

“Okay. Let’s lay down together then, yeah? Get comfy in the blankets?” You grab the soft pink blanket from the other end of the couch and lay down on your side. Songho smiles and cuddles in next to you, his head finding a comfy spot on your arm as you wrap the blanket around the both of you.

“Goodnight, Cosmo. I’m happy that you're my friend.” His hand gently pats your cheek and he quickly falls asleep, the gentle sound of his breathing giving him away.

This was bad. Not only were you stupid enough to develop feelings for this boy’s father, who was supposed to be nothing more than a friend you occasionally had sex with, but you CARED about this little boy. He could ask you for a million dollars and you would figure out how to get it for him. You know that if he was ever sad you would go to any length to make him smile again.

Your eyes start to feel heavy, and you decide not to fight them. If you went to sleep then you wouldn’t have to think about this anymore. For now. So you pulled the blanket a little tighter and let sleep take its course.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

“Cosmo? Wake up, baby.” Jin's voice started to bring you out of your comfortable sleep.

“Hmm? You’re back?” You pry your eyes open, trying not to jostle the sleeping prince who was curled against you.

“Here, I’ll carry him to bed.” Jin pushes some hair out of your face, you look up and notice how he has a tired smile on his face. You nod, unwrapping Songho’s arm from around your neck as Jin scoops him up into his arms. “I’ll be right back. We should…we should talk.” You nod again and he walks down the hall to Songho’s room.

You stand up from the couch, stretching your arms over your head to relieve your stiff muscles. Just as you’re about to lower your arms, you feel another pair of arms wrap around your waist tightly. You gasp in surprise and Jin rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Who else would it have been, Cosmo?” He laughs quietly, arms tightening when you try to move away.

“That’s not the point. I wasn’t expecting you to…touch me.” You relax in his hold, sighing deeply. You were such a sucker.

“Songho is asleep for the night. And it’s just a hug…to say thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate you watching him so last minute. Was he okay?” He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“He was perfect. Really.” You turn around in his arms to face him, finally getting a good look at his face.

He looks tired. No, he is exhausted. His hair is messed and sticking up in places. His eyes are hooded and are barely open. His chef’s jacket isdirty and unbuttoned, the white T-shirt underneath not faring much better in cleanliness.

“I know, I look rough. This event was almost a complete disaster. I would have been so fucked if we wouldn’t have turned it back around.” Jin sighs, leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Did you eat?” You ask, quickly becoming concerned with his state.

“I’m fine, Cosmo. I’ll have breakfast with Songho in the morning.” He presses a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Songho saved you some dinner. Come on, sit down.” You drag him over to one of the tall island stools and sit him down on it.

“Are you at least going to let me pay you for watching him?” Jin looks at you curiously while you retrieve the food from the fridge to warm it up.

“That’s really not necessary. I wasn’t doing anything tonight anyways.” You brush off his offer. There was no way you could accept money from him without feeling super strange about it.

“You’re making me feel awful, Cosmo.” Jin leans his elbow on the kitchen island and rests his face on his hands as he continues to watch you.

“Don’t. Really, it’s okay.” You grab a fork and knife from his kitchen drawer and sit the plate of food in front of him. “And please… don’t feel like you can’t ask me to do it again. I’d be happy to. Any time.”

Jin just stares at you for a moment. You can see the wheels and gears turning in his mind and then he smiles.

“Thank you.” He says quietly, looking down at the plate of food. “This smells really good.”

“I’m honestly a little embarrassed now that I know you own a catering company. My cooking probably isn’t going to measure up.” Your cheeks flush pink as you walk around to sit on the other stool next to him.

“Cooking doesn’t have to be fancy for it to taste good. Plus, no one ever cooks for me, so this is just… nice.” He laughs a little, then picks up the silverware to start eating. You watch him and wait for his verdict.

“Is it okay?” You bite into your bottom lip as he swallows the bite. Not only because you want to hear what he thinks, but because the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat is extremely distracting.

“Perfect.” Jin hums in approval, taking another few bites.

“Thirsty?” You ask, moving to get up and grab him something from the fridge. “Beer maybe?”

“Please.” He tries to say around his mouth full of food. You smile at how quickly he’s eating it. Not sure if it’s because he really likes it or because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.

You grab one of the beers from the fridge, popping the cap off and walking back over to hand it to Jin. Once he’s taken it from your hand and starts taking a few drinks, you start to move back to the stool on the other side. But Jin stops you with a hand on your hip, leading you back around to stand in front of him. You feel frozen, not expecting him to do anything like this.

“Why are you taking care of me?” He questions, his other hand coming up to your other hip and pulling you to stand between his open legs.

“Is it any different from when you get me drinks and snacks when we hang out?” You feel breathless, standing this close together in the dim lit kitchen.

“I’d feel bad making you get your own snacks when I’ve just fucked you for an hour.” Jin smiles and you roll your eyes, trying to step away from him but he tightens his hold on your hips. You sigh a little dramatically.

“Maybe I just know that you worked all night. And that you’re tired. And that it’s okay for someone to take care of you too.” It was too late to stop yourself from saying it. You put your hands on his shoulders and watch his face carefully.

“What do you do, Cosmo? For a living I mean. Two months of knowing you, but I don’t know simple things like that.” His cheeks heat a little and so do yours. You weren’t sure he was ever going to ask.

“Oh um, marketing. For a few of the local radio stations here in the city. I mostly work from home,no fancy office, that isn’t what I wanted.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Should have known you’d do something so cool.” Jin gently tickles your sides and you try to push his hands off.

“It isn’t as cool as owning a catering company. Mr. Boss Man.” Were the two of you really just flirting so casually right now?

You smile at each other for another moment before you look him over, seeing his dirty chef’s jacket still on him, unbuttoned and revealing that thin white shirt underneath. His chest was so broad, you loved kissing it when you were together in bed.

“What is it?” Jin yawns, thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your sides.

“You should take a shower, get out of these clothes.” Your fingers slip under the shoulder of his chef’s coat, gripping it lightly and sliding it off his shoulders.

“Trying to say that I smell, Cosmo?” He jokes, but let’s you remove the chef’s coat with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Yes.” You tease and Jin doesn’t hesitate to land a playful smack on one of your ass cheeks. You squeak in surprise. “Would you want me to join you?” You look down at your feet, a little embarrassed to have asked.

“I want you to… but Songho is here. And I’m just so tired. Don’t think I’d be much use to you.” Jin leans forward, resting his forehead against your chest.

“We don’t have to do anything. I’ll just help you wash up. Get you to bed.” You put your fingers in his hair, rubbing your fingers into his scalp.

“Mm, sounds so nice.” He’s practically slurring his words and drooling on your shirt.

“Come on, let’s go.” You move away and his head flops forward, almost making him fall off the stool. He whines as he stands up, and continues to do so the entire time you’re leading him down the hallway to his bathroom.

Jin leans against the vanity with his eyes closed while you turn on the water in the shower, letting it warm up. After that’s taken care of, you turn back to him, your hands reach for the hem of his shirt.

“Arms up, sleepy head.” You whisper hoping not to startle him from his sleepy state. He hears you, groaning before he lifts his arms and lets you slip off his shirt.

Tossing his shirt into the hamper, you can’t help yourself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest. He hums at the feeling of your lips on his skin.

You don’t let your lips linger too long, moving to the next task of getting him out of his pants. You undo the button and zipper of his jeans, working them down off of his hips and helping him step out of the leg holes. Standing back up, you pause with your fingers on the waistband of his underwear.

“Jin? Is it okay to take these off?” You press your hand to his warm cheek and angle his face towards you, he slowly opens his eyes to look at you.

“When have I ever not wanted you to get me naked, Cosmo?” He smiles lazily, putting his hands over yours and helping you remove the underwear from his body.

You love his body. Not just the hard muscles and broad shoulders. You love his soft tummy and the wideness of his hips. You love his long torso and the milk and honey color of his skin.

“You’re staring.” Jin quips, breaking you from your thirsty thoughts and getting you back to the task at hand.

“Am not.” You clear your throat and look away from him. “You should get in.”

“You won’t leave me, will you?” He steps around you, opening the glass door for the shower, steam filling the small room.

“No, you’re acting far too helpless for me to leave you in there alone.” You gently push him into the shower and he laughs quietly.

“You’re quite witty, aren’t you Cosmo?” He steps in and closes the door and you choose not to comment on that.

You quickly undress, folding your clothes up and sitting them on the vanity. Before you join Jin in the shower, you glance at yourself in the mirror. You almost want to slap the woman you see there. She’s doing everything she’s not supposed to. Doing girlfriend things when she’s not the girlfriend. What an idiot.

“Cosmo?” Jin’s voice makes you jump and you quickly look away from the mirror. You don’t want to see her right now while you’re making yet another stupid decision.

“I’m here.” You open the shower door and step inside, immediately being engulfed in more steam and a pair of muscular arms. Jin buries his face in your neck, and you stumble back in surprise.

“I really thought you were just going to leave once I got in here.” He breathes into your neck, arms tightening around you.

“Would you have been upset?” You wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing your hands up and down his wet back soothingly.

“Mmhm.” He hums his response, holding you tighter and slowly moving your bodies back under the stream of water.

You pull back from him a little, and motion with your finger for him to turn around and face the other way. But before he does, Jin brushes his wet lips over yours once. It was just enough to make your blood start heating in your veins and a blush to appear on your cheeks.

He turns around with a sleepy smile on his face and you take a minute to map out all the beauty marks on his back. The dimples at the bottom of his spine are the cutest things you’ve ever seen. You love kissing them especially in the mornings, when the sheets and blankets were a mess around his waist.

The only part of him that may rival his lower back in cuteness was his ass. Men didn’t deserve perfect asses but Kim Seokjin had a perfect one, and you weren’t going to complain in this instance.

You finally decide to stop ogling at him and grab his bottle of shampoo from the shelf. Jin didn’t buy “manly” scented shampoo or soap, he liked sweet smells better. This particular shampoo was peach scented and you adored the way it smelled on him.

Squeezing a decent amount into the palm of your hand, you use the other hand to gently bring his head back. He groans a little, but quiets down once you start rubbing the shampoo into his hair and massaging his scalp. Jin makes small noises after that, his fingers reaching back to gently rub your hips. You’re trying so hard not to get turned on and he’s practically making it impossible.

Turning him around to face you once the shampoo has been thoroughly worked through, he lets his head fall back into the water flow to rinse it away. He looks so beautiful with his wet hair all pushed back and his forehead exposed. It’s all something you never thought you would find attractive until you started sleeping with Jin.

Once it’s all rinsed out, he lifts his head back up and slowly opens his eyes to look down at you. You don’t know what to say. You’re afraid that if you try, that words won’t come out fromthe way that he’s looking at you-- it’s making your heart feel like it’s going to escape your chest. Burning hot sensations pool in your stomach and spread through your veins, it was overwhelming.

Jin doesn’t say anything either, he just completely catches you off guard by leaning down to kiss you. Your whole body shudders when he does, desperately wanting to deepen it.

“You’ve been so good, aegiya. Made me feel so good.” Another brush of his lips over yours. No tongue. No teeth. Just soft lips. It was absolutely maddening. “If you promise to be quiet, I want to make you feel good too.”

“Aren’t you tired? Maybe you should get some sleep.” You were terrified that he felt obligated to make you feel good. Jin stepped up closer to you, his chest touching yours and another sweet kiss to your lips.

“You don’t want me to make you feel good?” Jin moves one hand up and brushes his fingers over one of your breasts, over your chest and finally to rest at the side of your neck.

“We would be breaking the rules.” Your lips tremble when he kisses you again. It’s taking every fiber of restraint that you have not to throw yourself at him.

“I’m willing to take the chance that Songho will stay asleep while I get my mouth between your thighs.” He places another kiss against your lips while his fingers brush over your clit, making you gasp in surprise at the feeling. Jin takes that opportunity to finally slip his tongue into your mouth.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth. The way his hands are so gentle and know just where to touch. The way your body feels like it can’t get close enough to his. The way he sighs between kisses.

There are so many thoughts swimming around in your mind but the only one that seems to hold any weight is how badly you want him more and more. If there was a way to make yourself stop…to stop feeling anything at all you would do it. But with his mouth on yours and his hands drawing patterns against your skin, is making that nearly impossible.

Warm water continues to cascade down over the two of you, slipping between your lips and your bodies. Jin moves his hands and links his fingers with yours, raising them above your head and pressing you into the cold tile wall of the shower. The shiver that makes its way through your entire body is almost a tremble. You don’t know if it’s from the cold tile or from the way Jin’s grip tightens on your wrists each time your hips try to get friction from his.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He whispers into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip and then kissing away the sting from it. “But I know for a fact, I’ll never be able to keep you quiet if I get my cock inside you.”

You felt like you might genuinely burst into flames at the silky sound of his voice. You knew now that the reason he was holding onto your wrists was because he didn’t want you to get your hands around his cock. Things would escalate to a level that neither of you could bring back down if it got to that point. But the feeling of him hard and hot against your lower stomach was absolutely maddening.

“I want it so bad.” The sound of your voice is so desperate.

“I know you do, aegiya.” Jin moves his lips to your ear, hot breath causing your already pounding heart to pick up speed. “I’m going to get on my knees and lick an orgasm out of you, I promise.” He brought your earlobe between his teeth and kissed down your neck. If this was how you died, you would be perfectly fine with it.

It felt like there was a heavy haze in your mind, like maybe this was a dream and is not actually happening. But when you feel Jin’s lips trail down your collarbone, then between your breasts, over your hip… you know that feeling that shoots directly to your core isn’t something you could dream up.

Once you feel Jin’s hands leave your wrists and slide slowly down your body as he sinks down on his knees in front of you, you manage to open your eyes and watch him. The warm water from the shower head rained down against his back and over his broad shoulders. You almost wish you could take a picture of the way he looks right now.

Your fingers lace into the wet strands of his hair, and Jin presses warm open mouthed kisses across your stomach, teeth grazing over your hip bones in the most delectable way. His eyes meet yours when his mouth finds the apex of your thighs.

“We don’t have to.” Your voice is rough and not much more than a whisper.

“I want to. I’d taste you every day if I could.” Plump lips close around clit unexpectedly and you have to throw your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from being too loud.

“That was so mean, Jin.” Your head falls back against the tile when he lifts one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder.

“Sorry, baby. Was tired of talking.” He dives back in, tongue flattening against your clit and gives it long, slow licks.

He continues the assault with his tongue, delving inside you and keeping all of your arousal to himself. But once his fingers join in, petting at your walls and finding your g-spot with ease, you start to feel like staying quiet will be impossible.

“I…I really…oh fuck…please please please.” You grab onto your own breasts, rolling the flesh in your hands.

“Fuck, aegiya. Come here.” Jin grabs onto your other leg that was still keeping you grounded and throws it over his other shoulder. Your eyes shoot open, thinking you’re about to slip and fall in the shower. But with the way he has you angled with your back pressed to the wall, you don’t move.

Jin is able to completely bury his face in your pussy now, his tongue so deep you start to see stars behind your eyelids. And it doesn’t take much in this position to have you coming undone. Your hand flies back to your mouth in an attempt to muffle the moans and little noises you start to make. Jin had been looking up at you, watching you cum and groaning lowly when he tasted you on his tongue.

“Good girl.” Jin stands up quickly after your feet are safely back on the floor, moving your hand from your mouth and kissing you deeply. “Can you be quiet for me again?” His thumb traces over your jaw as you look up at him.

“What do you mean?” You can barely form a coherent sentence as you try to focus on his face.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I want you so much… be inside you.” Jin presses his cock against your thigh, so hard and hot against you.

“You’re giving me a whiplash, Jin.” You try to focus on the conversation and not how badly you know you want him too.

“I know. Fuck, I know I just… have no idea what I’m doing. This was supposed to be easy.” His arms wrap around your waist and drops of water pebble on his lips.

“Why isn’t it?” You want him to say he has feelings for you too.

“Because… I didn’t think I would want you all the time.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips… then another.

That’s not what you want to hear. But it was just the sex he was thinking about. Stupid, stupid.

“You have to know what you want from this.” The water from the shower was starting to get cold so you reached around him to turn it off, the bathroom suddenly feeling so so quiet.

“Stay with me.” He suddenly says, throwing you off guard.

“What will that mean?” Your voice is hushed but you know he hears you.

“I don’t know, aegiya.” His hands leave your waist to cup your face.

“Well I need to know, Jin.” You slip out of his hold, opening the shower door to step out. You’ve had enough confusion for one night.

“Would you stop, please?” Jin’s hand wraps around your wrist and stops you from getting further away from him.

“I’m not in the mood anymore.” You take your wrist out of his hand and he lets you go with a loud sigh.

“Come on, Cosmo. Getting upset with each other was not part of this.” Jin turns off the water and follows you out of the shower.

“I’m a human being, Jin. No matter what ‘rules’ we put in place for this arrangement, I still have feelings, and you’re fucking with them.” You take two towels out of the closet, chucking one directly into his face. He pulls the towel down and glares at you.

“That was uncalled for.” He wraps the towel around his waist and crosses his arms in front of him.

“You don't get to pout right now, Jin. I’m throwing this fit.” You tuck the towel under your arms and start walking into Jin’s bedroom, listening to him giggle as he follows you.

“Is that what you’re doing? Throwing a fit?” Jin stands in the doorway, leaning against it as he watches you fumble around with your clothes. “I usually have to put Songho in time out when he throws a fit.”

“I do not find you the slightest bit amusing right now.” You wished you could smack that look right off of his ridiculously handsome face.

“Stay, Cosmo.” He says again.

“I’m not having sex with you. I’m going home.” You start to slip a leg through your underwear to put them on, but Jin grabs them from your hands. “What the hell are you doing?” You try to grab them back.

“We don’t have to have sex. I just don't think you should leave.”

“That doesn’t sound like something that friends with benefits would do.” You grab your underwear back out of his hand. He sighs, rubbing his hands over his face a few times.

“I don’t think there’s any set rules on how we do this. So I’m asking you one last time to please stay here with me tonight, and we can figure it out tomorrow.” Jin moves some hair behind your ear, and you feel yourself start to cave. Ridiculous. Stupid. So, so stupid.

“What if Songho finds out I stayed?” You toss your clothes towards the chair in the corner of the room.

“He won’t. We can make sure you get home before he wakes up for breakfast.” Jin undoes the knot you tied at the front of your towel, and you let it drop to the floor. He does the same with his own towel, leaving you both naked again.

“Just sleeping?” You confirm, trying not to stare at his crotch.

“Mm, yes. I’m so tired, Cosmo. Come here.” He takes your hand and crawls up onto his bed, dragging you with him.

Jin gets the two of you under the blankets, wrapping his long body around yours. He runs his hand through your hair to help get it off your neck for you, then presses a few kisses to the newly exposed skin.

“I’m sorry again, about earlier today. I won’t do something like that again.” His hand finds your breast, but doesn’t grab or pinch. He does this sometimes, some weird comfort thing for him to have your boob in his hand.

“Good. Because I don’t want to feel like that again.” You close your eyes, now only realizing just how tired you were too. Jin buries his face into your neck, and almost immediately starts the even, gentle sounds of his breathing when he’s fallen asleep.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The sun is just barely starting to come up when your eyes peel open the next morning. Jin is still wrapped around you, his body heat making it too uncomfortable to keep laying here like this. You gently push his leg out from between yours, and then start the more complicated task of getting his arms off of you without waking him.

“Where are you going?” He grumbles into your neck. No one’s morning voice should have that effect on you, but his truly does.

“Home. Before Songho is awake.” You try to move again, but he only tightens his grip. He presses closer up against your back, his extremely hard cock pressing into your ass.

“Dreamt about you… how pretty you are when you cum on my cock.” Wet kisses start travelling along your jaw and you immediately melt into him. So much for resisting. “I wonder if you’re as wet now as you were in my dream…” His fingers ghost down your side, over your ass, until they find their destination between your legs.

He slips his fingers inside torturously slow, your tired body immediately lighting up at the intrusion. You move your legs apart so that he can go deeper, a hum of approval leaving his mouth as he kisses at the back of your neck.

“What else happened in your dream?” You managed to croak out.

“I took you just like this...laying on our sides...this leg wrapped back over my hip.” Jin takes his fingers from your pussy and uses that hand to position your leg the way he wanted it.

He doesn’t finish telling you about his dream, instead decides to show you. Jin easily slips inside you, you were completely soaked for him in no time at all. His pace is so slow and lazy, but so deep. He groans his pleasure in your ear, whispers your name and tells you how perfect you feel.

It doesn’t take long for the languid strokes of his cock and the tight clenching of your pussy to have the both of you coming undone under the early morning sun that was getting brighter and brighter outside. You turned in arms after he pulled out of you, immediately finding his lips on yours.

“Let’s get cleaned up. Songho doesn’t know how to knock before he comes into my room.” He rolls his eyes sarcastically with a smile on his face. You nod, and the two of you get cleaned up and dressed.

Jin kisses you again against the back of his closed bedroom door before you're able to open it. You laugh against his lips and he smiles at how sweet that sound is.

“You’re insatiable.” You peck his lips once more and teasingly push him away.

“Only for you, Cosmo.” He playfully swats your ass when you turn around to open the door, both of you giggling when you pull his bedroom door open, only to reveal Songho standing on the other side, a sweet smile on his face.

“Cosmo! Did you and Appa have a sleepover?” He asks excitedly. You feel frozen for a moment, eyes open as wide as they could get.

“Good morning, buddy.” Jin steps around you, worry evident in his voice. “You’re awake a bit early.”

“I had to use the bathroom, daddy. Sorry.” Songho looks a little sad as Jin picks him up and holds him.

“Don’t be sad. It’s okay. Cosmo just came over this morning to drop off something you left at her house yesterday.” Jin looks at you in the eyes and you suddenly snap out of the haze of being caught.

“And you put it in your room?” Songho asked. He’s too observant for his own good.

“Sure. We can play with it later, okay?” Jin changes the subject as well as he can. “Why don’t we have breakfast? Cosmo can stay too.”

“You will?!” Songho looks back to you, and your heart melts again.

“I’d like that.” You answer, taking his little hand in yours when Jin sits him back on the floor and the three of you walk to the kitchen.

“Are you Appa’s new best friend, Cosmo?” Songho asks curiously. “Cause I think Uncle Joonie might get upset if you steal him.” You can’t help but laugh at his distress over that situation.

“Your daddy and I are just good friends, I’m sure Uncle Joonie will always be his best friend.” You look at Jin and he winks at you paired with a smirk on his face for your answer.

“Don’t worry, buddy. Everything is fine.” Jin kisses the top of his son’s head, then makes his way into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

Everything is fine. Everything would be fine. You could figure out how to make everything fine again.

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[detectiveinchicago]

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 (+18)

Note: This is part of my valentine’s requests. It’s like a comedy fun smut.

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Pairing: Jason Pelham x reader

Requested by: @xmjthewitchx​. Prompt: ❛Your sexiness is distracting me.❜ 

Warnings: SMUT. A LOT OF IT. Language. Reader has a dirty mouth (?)

DISCLAIMER: GIF IS NOT MINE.  English is not my first language.

Word Count: 7,0K. I KNOW, It’s a long one. 

51 was a long ride from your home, but you usually always got earlier so you could shower before your shift, considering you always did a run or went to the gym before that. You were taking Brett’s place for at least two weeks since she was in Portland with her boyfriend. Violet used to be your partner when she was on Ambulance 20, and you used to be her paramedic in charge. You left 20 two months ago because after Violet left, it had become a ‘boys club’. The atmosphere was really awkward and sexist, so you’d rather be in the float pool than have to go back to that station daily.

“Hi there” You turned around to find Violet walking towards you.

“Hey you” You greeted her before she reached your side “How was your date?” you said giving her a wink. Evan Hawkins had been your first partner when you’d been appointed paramedic in charge and you weren’t the least bit surprised that he’d come up the chain of command so quickly.

“Amazing, he is very...skillful,” she said, making you laugh. Yes, they definitely had had sex.

“Uhm, so you had fun?” you asked, raising your brows.

“A lot, we went to dinner and then to his house, I’ve just came from there”

“So you did a walk of shame this morning?” you asked, and Violet rolled her eyes.

“My neighbor looked at me kind of weird when she saw me in my dress and high heels, to be honest,” she admitted.

“And so you’re officially dating?”

“I think so, kind of, I don’t know” They both entered through the door to the station “We don’t have any name or title yet”

“Is that why you’re here so early?” you asked raising your eyebrows “Cause if you had such a good time I don’t understand why you’re here before”

“Well, with Brett in Portland visiting Casey and the boys, I could really use some advice from you,” Violet said as two members of the other shift greeted you.

“Sure, we can talk in the ambulance later.” Since Evan was your direct superior, you didn’t want to have this conversation anywhere in the station where someone could overhear and get Violet in troubles with the chain of command.

“I saw you talking to Pelham yesterday at Molly’s,” Violet commented as they both walked into the hallway.

“When did you have time to go to Molly’s last night?” you asked, frowning at her question

“Before going to the rest,” she said without wanting to give details in public, “Gallo and Ritter wanted to talk about the beer but stop diverting the subject”

“I’m not diverting anything and we were just talking about the building call we had last shift.” You shrugged. Actually, as horny as he was that way, it was the only truth, they had talked a bit about that call, you had let him know that the people they had rescued were still in treatment and it was too early for the doctors to say anything when you left Med.

“Uhm,” Violet said, hinting that she didn’t believe you at all as they both walked into the locker room “So that was the only reason?”

“Okay yeah, I think Pelham is hot as hell if that’s what you want to know,” you said, opening your locker and taking off your coat

“Not my type,” she replied, leaving her bag on the bench.

“Ohh, come on, nothing you didn’t know before and he’s objectively hot,” you commented, rolling your eyes

“Too old, sorry,” Violet said, and you turned to look at her.

“Now you’re making me feel old, stupid Gen Z” you said before hearing a throat clear. You turned around to find Pelham with Gallo and Ritter behind him pretending to be mattering their own business. They were clearly just pretending because those two were the two old riffraff from the station along with Mouch and Herrmann.

“Ladies,” Pelham said with a nod and by the look on his face and Gallo and Ritter’s, they had definitely heard your conversation with Violet.

“Uhm” You couldn’t find the words. That stupidly perfect pretty face of his was fucking messing with your head. “Wait, your sexiness is distracting me, and I can’t think.” You heard Violet stifle a laugh. Why the hell did you say that? It wasn’t like you hadn’t embarrassed yourself enough for your entire life in less than five minutes.

“I’m sorry?” He said, making it sound like a question.

“Oh great, you are being funny now?” You put your things in your locker before taking your clothes and your things to take a shower.

“What?” Couldn’t he just stop talking? Maybe that way you could pretend for a few seconds you hadn’t just embarrassed yourself in front of all of them.

“Okay, I know it may seem normal to you but it’s not normal to look so hot” You were actually trying to excuse your earlier dialogue with Violet but now you thought you weren’t fixing anything but making it worse.

You turned to look at him. He looked speechless.

“And that is (Y/N) being sexually frustrated,” Violet said, trying to cut the tension, but you didn’t appreciate the intervention and glared at her. She knew clearly that you hadn’t had sex since your ex. Traitor.

“I bet she is” Did Ritter have a death wish? Because maybe you could kill them both before the shift started. Gallo had the audacity to chuck at Ritter’s comment.

“Do you three wanna live to see another day?” You threatened them by making Ritter and Gallo back away slowly “I thought so,” you added before slamming your locker and walking out of there.

In the shower, you wondered if it wasn’t too crazy to just call in sick for the day and go home to avoid further humiliation because, once the rest of the house found out, you wouldn’t hear the rest of it. Lucky for you, you were a floater, but unfortunately you still had over a week to go on 51 before Brett came back.

When you were finishing putting your things away in your locker after your shower when the alarm went off “Ambulance 61, Squad 3, person in distress, 5435 Hamilton Road” Well, at least she would not face the whole house just yet. You ran down the hall until you found yourself and Violet was already in the ambulance.

“Come on, come on,” she said as you climbed in on the passenger side.

“I just embarrassed myself in front of the fantastic trio,” you said with a groan as Violet drove out of 51.

“Well, it’s not that bad. I told him old,” Violet replied.

You glared at her and gave her a dirty look “I just looked desperate for sex and he looked totally shocked. Maybe I’ll tell Boden to order another float for the rest of the shifts”

“It’s not that bad,” she comforted you “To be honest, I think she thought it was funny”

“Funny? I think he looked traumatized and my huge mouth just wouldn’t stop talking.” You complained.

“Maybe this is your chance to test the waters,” Violet commented as you turned to look at her.

“Test the waters?” you asked, a little confused

“Yeah, maybe find out how he feels about you. Maybe you’ll surprise yourself.” She shrugged.

“Okay, it’s not like I’m in love with him or something,” You said “I just think he’s hot”

“Maybe he finds you hot too. Who knows? And you can both have a really hot night together.” She moved her brows suggestively.

“Okay definitely you should stop watching so many movies,” you said before you both got to the address of the call.

The owner of a butcher shop was trapped inside an industrial refrigerator. How the hell had that happened? You weren’t too sure, but after more than a decade in CFD you had discovered that sometimes it was better not to find out about these things. Once Squad could get the man out of there, you and Violet covered him up to keep him warm, and you rode in the back of the ambulance to Med.

You took advantage of your walk to Med to ask about the grandmother and the child who had been rescued from the building last shift and whom Pelham had asked you about the other night at Molly’s. The last update had been that the grandmother was going to need multiple surgeries to repair her hip and that the boy needs treatment for the infection that she had developed. Fortunately, things had improved. The boy was responding to antibiotics, and the grandmother was recovering from her last surgery.

When you got back to 51, you were mentally debating whether you should go update Pelham on the grandma and the kid. He’d been interested enough the other night at Molly’s to come over to ask you about them, so you figured since he’d gotten them out of the building, he might want some closure. You approached the office he had occupied. The blue room, which Mouch said, was cursed. Yes, that man believed in ghosts. You knocked on the door before opening it to find Pelham shirtless.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry” You apologized, closing your eyes briefly. Mental note: Maybe next time you should wait for an actual response before entering other people’s offices.

“It’s okay, what’s up?” he asked and you opened your eyes again. He already had the shirt on and had another in his hand. Did you see something that looked like fun dancing in his eyes?. Did he find it funny?

“Just here to tell you I just got back from Med and that the boy and the grandma are going to be fine,” you informed him while trying to get the mental image of him shirtless out of your head. Maybe you could save it for later when you were alone at home.

“Oh, that’s good news.” He nodded, giving you a small smile that caused you to smile back at him.

“Grandma got over her surgeries and might need some physical therapy, but doctors are optimistic,” you added, thinking if maybe Violet was right after all and he wasn’t as shocked as you thought.

“That’s good grandma felt so guilty about the kid.” Pelham shrugged.

“Yes, I know,” you replied before turning around to leave. You wondered what he would say if you... “I’ve always wondered how you would look without your shirt” You said turning to look at him when you were in the doorway “and I’m not disappointed at all, Lieutenant” giving him a top-to-bottom look before running away embarrassing you even more.

Stupid Violet. This was all her fault. If she hadn’t put the idea of ​​testing the waters into your head, you probably wouldn’t even have thought of saying something like that after what happened in the locker room that morning. What if he reports her to Boden for misconduct? It was the last thing she needed. You were already panicking, so you went to the ambulance and make a count of all the supplies they had. When you were halfway through your count when Violet came up behind you.

You jumped in your place “Fuck you scared me”

“A little bird just told me you walked into Pelham’s office when he was shirtless,” she said, sitting across from you in the ambulance.

“Who told you that?” you asked raising your eyebrows “It literally just happened like 10 minutes ago,” you complained

“Kylie told Gallo and Ritter and they told me,” she replied with a shrug, “And you should know that news travels fast in this station”

“I see,” you said with a groan.

“So, you saw him shirtless and…?”

You glared at her “What do you want me to tell you? That I fuck him in his office?”

“Now, we would love to hear that story” You watched as Stella leaned out the side of the ambulance next to Severide.

“I’m gonna stop talking right now,” you responded by shaking your head and returning your attention to the papers.

“We want details,” Violet insisted.

You raised your head “We are in the middle of a shift of course nothing happened and it was an accident,” You rolled your eyes at how gossipy she was “You all need to find something else to gossip about”

“Too late,” she replied with a shrug.

“Just for you to know, he is single,” Stella added, and you turned to look at her.

“How do you even know that?” you asked, and she pointed out to Severide in response. He shrugged.

“Just for the record, I’m in your team,” Violet told you and you opened your eyes wide

“There are teams? Are you telling me the whole house is already talking about this?” In your head you thought that only Gallo, Ritter, Violet and, well, Kylie knew what had happened, since until Stella and Severide showed up, no one else had told you anything about it.

“Are you kidding? Gallo and Ritter wouldn’t stop talking about your slip this morning,” Stella told you and you decided that maybe you just had to keep your promise of that morning and kill them both.

“Capp and Tony were also there” Severide informed you, speaking for the first time in the entire conversation.

“Capp and Tony too?” You moaned “Oh my god, I’m gonna have to move back to Florida” Your parents still lived there so maybe it wasn’t too late.

“You hate Florida,” Violet said, and you glared at her.

“I know I hate Florida!” You answered before you got out of the ambulance and away from them. You heard Stella and Violet laughing behind you.

Your goal for the day was to avoid the common room. There was no way you were going to willingly walk into that death trap where everyone was going to make comments or giving you a look. It was very possible that with your character, you would simply explode against someone. You got some sleep before Mouch’s hunger and snoring made you get up at midnight. It was likely that you would not sleep again since everyone seemed to snore to match in their beds. You headed into the common room and saw that the television was on and Pelham was sitting at the table doing paperwork.

“Hey” you greeted with a yawn as you walked towards the cupboard.

“Hey” He replied, and you noticed how he looked up from the paperwork and followed you with his eyes “What are u doing up?”

“I can’t sleep, Mouch and Capp are competing to see who snores the loudest” You responded by rolling your eyes and making him laugh “And I’m hungry so I’m gonna eat all the sugar in this place” You added taking an apple and taking the peanut butter out of the fridge.

“So, you usually assault the pantry when you can’t sleep?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

You looked up from the counter and gave him a wink “Only on Tuesdays”

He smiled back at you before he plunged back into the paperwork and you took it upon yourself to slice the apple before walking to the table to sit across from him.

“So, is this your thing? Doing paperwork in the common room when you have your own office,” you asked as you spread a piece of apple with peanut butter.

“I wanted to see a replay of the Blackhawks game,” he explained, pointing at the television behind you before they both fell silent again. You weren’t sure what to say, and he seemed very focused on your papers. When you finished eating, you sucked the peanut butter off your fingers.

“Stop doing that,” he said through clenched teeth, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Doing what?” you asked, raising your eyebrows

“Eating like that” So he found it tempting to watch you eat an apple? In fact, you were sure that he found it tempting to watch you suck the remains of peanut butter from your fingers.

“Like what?” you asked, trying to feign innocence, but now that you had discovered that little secret, you sucked your finger again and saw how his eyes darkened.

He clenched his teeth in frustration and you suddenly found that gesture hilarious “You know what”

“I don’t, lieutenant, please enlighten me” You mocked, giving him an amused smile before the look of frustration on your face.

“You’re making eating an apple something sexual.” He answered with a throat clearing.

“Is that bothering you, Lieutenant?” Using his title as a mockery was definitely your new favorite thing.

“There is a reasonable amount of this that a man can handle, Y/N)” How good your name sounded from his lips. You liked the sound of him saying it and especially in a sentence like that. So you were having an effect on lieutenant Pelham after all. After all, he wasn’t as immune to your charms as he seemed.

“I guess we’ll have to find out how much you can handle,” you replied, staring at him before he grunted. You giggled in response and set the plate in the sink before heading back to the bunks. He was definitely going to think about you for the rest of the night.

You were woken up by the alarm only a couple of hours later. It was 5AM on a Saturday for what you assumed were the drunks who had had too much fun the night before. They better not have gotten you out of bed for nothing. It turns out that it was nothing. Some teenagers had had more alcohol than allowed, and one boy went into an ethyl coma. When you arrived, he was confused, his breathing was incredibly irregular, his skin was bluish and his body temperature was very low. His friends said that he had had two bottles of tequila while they were playing shots. Stupid teenagers. Of course, the guy had to throw up on you before he passed out. You had to endure the trip to Med and then back to 51 drenched in puke. A beautiful way to start your weekend.

“You better take a shower,” Violet told you, holding her nose as she walked past you.

“I was just thinking of going back to sleep on someone else’s vomit, Violet,” you told her sarcastically. As she headed back to her bed to get more sleep, you grabbed your things from your locker and headed to the bathroom. Well, there was someone taking an early shower, apparently. You hummed softly as you showered, the vomit smell gone at least, or so you wanted to think because you could still feel the Tequila stink on you. You turned off the water and wrapped yourself in your towel before getting out of the shower.

“Well, but if that’s a voice” You let out a little yelp of surprise. You turned to look how Pelham came out of the shower next yours.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, placing a hand on your chest to make sure you hadn’t had a surprise heart attack.

“Looking for a secret passage to Narnia, perhaps?” he said jokingly.

“You are being funny” You rolled your eyes

“What are you doing here?” he asked, raising his eyebrows as if he knew you had already taken a shower less than 24 hours ago.

“A teenager threw up on me,” you explained with a smirk

He wrinkled his nose. “Good call from what I see.”

“Yeah, I know,” you answered before realizing that he was only wrapped in a towel from the torso down. You lifted your head, looking up at the sky briefly. God was cruel, and he was tempting you on purpose. You didn’t want to drool, but you couldn’t help it he was really hot. It wasn’t like you hadn’t confirmed it earlier with the glimpse you had in his office, but the way he now had a few drops of water falling from his hair and trickling down his torso and getting lost under the towel was incredibly tempting. You bit your lower lip. Yes, you were more than screwed. He was something else.

“Stop doing that,” he suddenly mumbled in the same way he had said it just a couple of hours ago in the common room.

It was more than clear that you were checking on him, but you faked dementia and played innocent “What?”

He rolled his eyes in response “You are going to be my death”

“Aww, am I making you sweat, lieutenant?” you asked him, licking your lips with all the intention of playing with his head.

“You are playing a dangerous game, (Y/N)” he said, moving a little closer to you and pinning you against the tiled shower wall.

You were already as fucked up as you could be so you were daring “Then punish me” you answered, staring at him. And there he was again, his pupils blackened again just as they had the night before. When he was going to kiss you, that he had leaned over you and he had his mouth dangerously close to your lips. The door was yanked open, causing both of them to jump away from each other.

“Oh!” exclaimed Mouch “I saw nothing,” he said, looking away “I saw nothing, I swear”

“There’s nothing to see here, Mouch.” You informed him, moving a little away from Pelham.

“I’ll have to tell Herrmann that I won the bet,” you heard him mutter to himself.

“What did you say?” asked Pelham at the same time that you exclaimed “What bet?” He and you looked at each other really confused

“About how long it takes for you guys to finish together. I said it would be before the next shift,” he informed you, quite proud of himself. “Everyone is in, even the chief”

“The chief?” you screamed, feeling more embarrassed than ever “Oh my god” you said, covering your face with your hands.

“I’m gonna tell Herrmann that I won the bet,” Mouch said, pointing behind him towards the common room.

“Nothing happened!” you yelled, feeling the need to inform him before he added some crazy version of it to the rumors that were going around the station

“Yeah, sure” Mouch replied, giving you to understand that he didn’t believe a word of what you said

“I’m gonna go,” you murmured, passing by him and heading to your locker.

Once you changed, you bolted out of the locker room to avoid meeting Pelham or Mouch again. After going to the ambulance to clean up the remnants of vomit, you decided you were going to have breakfast first because you didn’t have enough caffeine in your system yet to deal with it.

“Ohhh, to what do we owe the pleasure of you honoring us with your presence?” Herrmann said as he served you a plate of the scrambled eggs that were for breakfast and you took a cup to pour yourself coffee.

“Mouch told me about the bet, Herrmann.” You informed him as the man glared at Mouch and he shrugged.

“It was Stella’s idea” he said pointing to Stella who was next to Severide, eating her breakfast. You raised your brows, looking at her.

“I couldn’t hold myself,” Stella defended herself by putting her palms up in front of her “You better go to bed quickly before you make me lose all my money,” she added while the others tried to hold their laughter.

“Stick this in your head” You told her, sensing her forehead “We. are. not. having. anything”

“Good to know,” answered Pelham, entering the common room and walking past you to go to the coffeemaker.

“This is not the time to play nice,” you told him between clenched teeth.

“She even lectures him like they’re dating.” You heard Gallo whisper to Ritter and Violet. You turned to look at him and just glared.

You pointed at Gallo, Ritter and Violet “Don’t you think I don’t know you have been spearing rumors”

“They are not rumors if they are true,” Ritter defended himself while Gallo nodded.

“You don’t have any sense of self-preservation, do you?” You said to them in a threatening tone that made Ritter and Gallo move back a little in their chairs.

“I have a question, though. Did you two just have sex in the shower?” asked Capp, pointing to your wet hair.

Mouch and Cruz spit out their drinks at the same time that Gallo and Ritter choked, and Stella let out a laugh.

“What is wrong with you?” You asked Capp looking at him.

“That’s why they didn’t want Mouch to tell us,” you heard Gallo murmur and Violet giggled.

“Gallo, if you don’t want to scrub 81 from bottom to top next shift, I would shut” Was he standing up for her? Or he was simply covering his own ass? He made her smile and laugh at Gallo’s pouting face.

“Unbelievable,” Gallo said “This is censorship”

“What is so funny?” asked Chief Boden, entering the common room.

“Pelham and (Y/L/N)” Stella informed him to which you glared at her

“I haven’t seen this house so entertained by something like this since Casey and Brett,” he said and you felt heat rise your cheeks. Excellent, as if you don’t feel embarrassed enough already. Well, at least you were a floater on 51st. Though maybe you should think about never setting foot in Molly’s again.

Lucky for you, after cleaning up the vomit from the ambulance, your shift was almost over. You’ve never wanted to run away from a station so quickly in your entire career. All the flirting with Pelham was driving you crazy, and the teasing from the rest of the station was definitely going to drive you insane. You were seriously considering showing up sick for the next shift just to avoid them all. Of course, you weren’t even considering going to Molly’s that Saturday night when Violet started urging you to drop by the bar so they could talk about ‘her thing’ as she called her relationship with Hawkins. You even offered her to come to your house so you could talk with no one listening, but she said she had to talk to Gallo and Ritter about their beer, so you had no choice but to change and go. With a bit of luck, you’d go unnoticed enough. As soon as you walked in, you approached Violet, who was waiting for you at a table in the back of the bar.

“He asked me about you,” he told you as soon as you took off your coat to leave it on the chair. You knew who she was talking about.

“Did he?” you asked, raising your eyebrows and looking for Pelham with your eyes. You saw him sitting talking with Severide, Mouch, Herrmann, Ritter and Gallo. He had clearly noticed that you entered the bar because he was staring at you. You looked away from him to see your friend again “That’s why you were so insistent, weren’t you?”

“I wonder if you were coming tonight?” Violet gave you a small smile as you sat down across from her.

“You made me take my pajamas off for this?” you asked, raising your brows.

“Of course,” she answered, probably very convinced that she had done it for the right reasons.

You grunted and got up from your chair “I need a drink if we are gonna talk about this” you informed him before heading to the bar and asking Kidd for one of her drinks.

“Hey” He greeted you, giving you a small smile and standing next to you to ask Stella for a beer. She nodded at him and gave you a knowing smile that made you roll your eyes before shuffling to the other side of the bar.

“Lieutenant,” you greeted with a nod. He was so close to you and you could feel his arm brush against yours. The attraction was simply magnetic. You just wanted to stay there, maintain contact with him, no matter how minimal. It was as if he took your breath away just thinking about being able to have him in your bed.

“You definitely have a gift for making my rank sound like a sexual name.”

You let out a laugh and gave him a flirtatious smile over your shoulder “What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents with authority kink” You had not yet started drinking alcohol, and you were already talking as if you were drunk.

“I bet you are”

You could feel the next words on the tip of your tongue, but you saw Stella peek out of the corner of your eye and felt his posture harden. “I think I’ll go before them…” he said, nodding to the other side of the bar where you knew for sure the rest of the station didn’t miss a thing. The next shift was going to be a nightmare.

“Yeah,” you agreed with him. However, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that he had finally taken the initiative and approached you, having no accidental encounters.

You stayed a few seconds recalculating what had just happened before Stella stood in front of you with the drink you had asked for “That was…” she said before you let out a laugh at her lack of words.

“Intense,” Violet finished approaching you.

“I don’t know what you guys talked about, but you two need to go to bed, ASAP,” Stella said, and Violet nodded.

“Tell him.” Your brows embodied turning to look at where Pelham was over your shoulder. You saw he was standing leaning against the bar and he was deep in conversation with Severide and Herrmann. His ass looked good in those jeans.

‘You know his eyes are higher up, don’t you?’ Violet asked, and you rolled your eyes as Stella let out a laugh.

“Shut up”

“The looks they were giving each other,” Stella fanned her hand “Ugh they were raising the temperature in this place, I could just drag Severide to the back right now”

“You know, you could have an extra hot night with him,” Violet laughed.

“Can we stop talking about him and me?” You growled as you tasted the drink that Stella had made for you.

“Is there a you and him?” Violet asked, raising her eyebrows before the conversation turned to talk about her and Hawkins. The rest of the evening comprised just talking to Violet about her date, the job, and a little about how Brett was doing. You really couldn’t wait to get home. You felt like you were already making a complete fool of yourself in front of 51st and anyone at Molly’s who wanted to see it. Since yesterday morning, everything had been disastrous, and you weren’t sure you wanted to stick your nose out for the next shift. Deciding that you had enough for the night, you said goodbye to Violet and grabbed your coat before greeting Herrmann and Stella on your way out.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Stella yelled at you, making you turn around.

“That narrows it a lot really, Stella,” you said sarcastically before walking out the door. Your Uber was already waiting for you and in ten minutes, it had already left you at your door. When you were brushing your teeth, you heard someone knock on the door. When you looked through the peephole, you saw it was Pelham. What the hell? What was he doing there? How the hell did he know where you lived? Something inside you stirred in anticipation of the reasons that had brought him to your door. You just wished it hadn’t been when you were in your pajamas about to go to bed.

“I’m not drunk enough for this,” you murmured before opening the door “What are you doing here?” you asked, frowning.

“You’ve been playing games with my head the whole shift and you’re asking me what I’m doing here?” he answered, raising his eyebrows “Can I come in?”

“I wasn’t playing any games.” You informed him, stepping aside for him to go inside.

Pelham let out a laugh, revealing that he didn’t believe a single word of it. “And that teasing was completely innocent, then?”

“And harmless,” you added, giving him an amused smile, closing the door

“I assure you there was nothing harmless about it” He assured you and you saw again how his eyes darkened a little, almost as if he was reviewing the idea of ​​fucking you? “You’ve been driving me crazy”

“I’m sorry?” you said, making the apology sound like a question, making fun of the time he said it to you in the locker room.

“Please, you are anything but sorry” He rolled his eyes and immediately took a step towards you and you took one back.

“I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable” You feigned innocence. As if you hadn’t messed with his head the other night in the common room. Actually, the rest of the encounters with him had been awkward and unintentional, but you couldn’t deny that you had been flirting with him.

‘I assure you it’s not me who’s uncomfortable," He hinted, approaching again, and you hit your back with the door before he rested his hand there, leaving you trapped between the door and his body.

“Oh,” you said, feeling like a deer under headlights. You didn’t want to look down cause you knew exactly what was feeling uncomfortable, didn’t want to look down at his dick and be tempted. You bit your lower lip because the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth after all you’d done to the poor man. It was just pathetic.

“Don’t. Do. That” He said between clenched teeth leaning closer to you “Your teasing has been driving me out of my fucking mind”

You cleared your throat and swallowed hard, trying to find the words. It was as if the cat had eaten your tongue. You were dizzy between the closeness of him and the fact that he was there “I didn’t know I had you so wrapped around my finger, lieutenant” you finally said, fanning your eyelashes. Good. At least you hadn’t sounded like a little girl and had regained your dignity. Or a bit, at least.

“And that way you say my rank,” he mumbled, brushing his nose against yours “You little brat”

You could feel his breath against your face, just a few more inches, and you could have his lips on yours. You licked your lips, and that seemed to be an invitation for him because he ended up closing the space between your lips. Your mind was feasting as he cupped your cheeks and deepened the kiss. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed one hand on your ass to support you and rested the other on the door next to your face. You celebrated you were already in your pajamas because that meant that he could just put his hand up under your nightgown and for him to have read your mind because you felt his warm hand go under your shirt. You put your arms around his neck and caressed the back of his neck before he separated from you (barely) to breathe.

“How much have you drunk?” he asked you, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m not drunk if that’s what you want to know” You rolled your eyes and gave him a small smile

“Good, because I want you to remember every detail,” he said before kissing you again. Holly fucking shit. That night promised a lot. His kiss was slow but steady, as if he had all the time in the world and your panties weren’t already soaked just from kissing you. He toyed with the elastic of your panties and you shivered in anticipation. You wanted it and you wanted it now. Instead of giving you what you wanted, he limited himself to running a finger over your panties, outlining your folds. You could almost cry in frustration because instead of taking off your panties like you wanted, he was playing with you.

You broke away from him to catch your breath and form a coherent sentence to say. Instead of a coherent phrase, you only got a request “Please” you whispered while he rubbed your clitoris over your panties, making you moan in satisfaction “I need you inside of me, now” you added to sound a little more forceful.

“I thought you enjoyed teasing,” he said, and you almost wanted to erase the smile that had formed on his face when he said it.

You replied with a growl before pulling him by his neck towards you to kiss him again. He was like a drug. He was like an addiction to you. You shivered under his fingers as he played with you. You were almost about to beg again when you felt how he was trying to pull down your panties, so you pulled your legs out from his waist and kicked his panties into a mess on the floor. Still kissing him, you reached out to touch the buckle on his jeans to remove them, along with his boxers. You almost shuddered at the thought of having him inside you. You could feel the moisture between your thighs, something you confirmed when he slid a finger through your folds, causing you to moan.

“I love hearing you moan,” he whispered into your ear before sucking on your earlobe, causing you to bite your lower lip to hold back another moan “And I love that cheeky mouth of yours.”

“Please,” you begged him, putting your legs back around his waist.

“What do you want?” He asked you, brushing his lips with your cheek and running over it until his lips were on yours.

“Please, lieutenant,” you whispered, biting your lower lip, and you saw how the desire crossed his eyes. You felt the brush of his hard cock against your hot wet entrance “I’m clean and I take the pills so we’re fine” you added as he nodded.

“I’m clean too” You gave him a small smile before pulling him towards you. It was as if you could never get enough of him. You played with your hair before you felt his cock settle at your entrance. He slid his cock inside you, causing you to throw your head back in satisfaction. His cock slowly opened you up and he stayed still for a few seconds, probably wanting to give you time to adjust to the swelling and dragging of his cock.

You looked at him “Please” you begged him before he moved inside you, drawing a moan of satisfaction from you that made you throw your head back. You grabbed the edge of his shirt and yanked it up to take it off. If you were going to have the experience, you wanted it complete. With the six-pack included. He lifted you a little higher in his arms before lunging again. You let out a yelp of satisfaction “Yeah, right there” you yelled as his cock hit your G-spot and you dug your nails into his shoulders.

He smiled devilishly at you before rubbing your clit with his fingertips. You let out a little cry of surprise and shivered under the touch of his fingers. Your legs almost gave way around his waist and you heard him giggle. Holly shit. If that was going to be the only sex you guys were going to have, it had better be good and one you could treasure for future reference with your dildo. His lips brushed your ear, and he uttered some sweet words that you couldn’t make out in your cloud of pleasure before you felt yourself quiver with orgasm. “Fuck Jason!” you cried with a shriek. You hoped he would like it too, because you would not call him by his last name ever again. His name sounded so good on your lips and especially when you were having an orgasm. Pleasure made you shudder beneath him and your insides contracted around his cock so that mere seconds later, he was following you down the path of orgasm.

It had probably been one of the shortest fucks of your life, but damn, it had been worth it. It had been intense and had taken your breath away.

Leaning your head against the door and trying to catch your breath, you felt his head resting on your shoulder and his chest rising and falling.

“Stay for the night” you asked him, still trying to catch your breath after that orgasm cloud. He looked up at you before nodding, which got a small smile from you. Yeah, amazing orgasms were coming that night.

[baronessblixen]

One couch prompt! › *whispering sleepily* "mm, we’re so close…" 

Thank you so much for this prompt! It turned into a post-ep for "all things". Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2021

Wc: 1079

Fictober Day 5

The Right Choices

Mulder spends his day missing Scully, like a lovesick teenager who's in love for the first time. This is not his first time, not even his second. But it's the one that counts. He gets up in the morning, disappointed but not surprised that Scully's side of the bed is empty. There's a note saying she'll see him later. Whatever that means. Her skillfully crafted handwriting and her name make him grin. Oh yeah, he's got it bad.

Mulder goes on a long, tiring run and smiles at every one of his neighbors that he meets in the hallway. There's no sign of Scully when he returns to his apartment. No message on his answering machine either. He's pacing his apartment, walking past his phone - his landline and his cell - repeatedly.

He wants to call her. He just wants to say hi and hear her voice. But. If there's one thing he's learned about Scully over the years, it's that you can't push her. Like a cat, you have to earn her trust, wait for her to decide you're worth her while. Last night, under the safe cloak of darkness and his blanket, Scully made that choice, snuck into his room and into this bed.

"Is this okay?" She whispered and he was speechless, having waited so long for this moment, for her.

"More than okay," he whispered back, and they loved each other with their eyes wide open in complete awe.

The memories from last night follow him into the shower, into the kitchen and back into his living room where he sits on his couch. He put the blanket back on the couch and he presses his nose against the soft fabric, inhaling her scent.

"You didn't see that," he says to his fish. "Do you guys miss her too?" They keep swimming and ignoring him. Typical. He sighs and turns on the TV. It's going to be a long, long day.

He doesn't hear her come in but when he opens his eyes, unaware he’d even closed them, Scully stands in front of his couch, watching him.

"Hey," he says, his voice thick with sleep. He runs a hand over his face, wondering how long he slept.

"Hey." She's dressed all in black as if she's just returning from a funeral. "How was your day?"

"Long. How was yours?"

"Long," she echoes. "I spent it with my mom," she adds. Mulder nods; he can be patient if he has to be. He can be patient for Scully.

"It's why I left so early." He nods again. She doesn't owe him an explanation. They're still them, still Mulder and still Scully. "Did you see my note?"

"I did. I was-" she knows him. She knows how desperate he can be, how clingy. Yet, she's here. She wants this, wants him. "I missed you," he admits, deciding to be honest.

This time she nods. "Can I stay?"

"Of course," he says, making room for her on the couch.

"Just for a while," she says.

"Stay as long as you want," he replies. Stay forever, he thinks. "So um, did you and your mom have a good day?"

"Mulder." She turns to him. "Should we- do we need to talk about last night?"

"Oh," he says. "That... depends. On what you- do you want to talk about it?"

"No," she admits, looking sheepish. "Unless you want to talk about it."

"I don't want to talk," he says, inching closer.

"What do you want?" She asks him - or rather, his mouth.

"To kiss you. Can I?" She leans into him, and their lips meet halfway. It starts out slow, soft. Then desperation takes over, hands and tongues joining in.

"This is not why I came over," Scully says breathlessly, still leaning against him, her mouth close enough to kiss again.

"I don't mind."

"I'm sure you don't," she says softly, running a hand over his back. "But um... I'm tired." He looks at her. Really looks at her. Her eyes are small and her cheeks pale. "I didn't exactly get a lot of sleep last night." She smiles at him. It's the most radiant smile he's ever seen.

"Neither did I," he says. "So, do you want to go to... bed?" He can ask these things now. Go to bed, the two of them. Together. Separately, the words make sense. All together? Still too new in his mind. He wants to pick her up and carry her to bed, vow to never hurt her, love her until the end of time. He reminds himself to be patient. To take things slowly. It’s not easy when Scully looks at him the way she does.

"I don't want to go to bed,” she explains.

"Just to sleep."

"I want to sleep here.”

"Here?" He sounds like a parrot in his own ears.

"Your couch. Do you think-"

"Yes."

"You didn't let me finish."

"I've known you for seven years, Scully. I know what you were gonna ask."

"Try me." She raises an eyebrow.

"Mulder," he says in a high-pitched voice, "will we both fit on this couch?" He grins at her, proud of his impersonation

"Am I right?"

"Close," she says, taking his hand into hers. "I was going to ask if you were okay with sleeping on the couch?"

"I slept on this couch for years, Scully. I would be honored to share this space with you. I will sleep with you on any couch, in a bed, or wherever you want."

"Let's start with this couch." Like a well-choreographed dance, they move around each other and find their places. Scully is in his arms, the little spoon against his warm chest. She sighs, sounding content. A noise that sounds like pure bliss. His nose is pressed against her neck, and he kisses her there, already hooked on the smell and the taste of her.

"Hmm, we're so close," he whispers sleepily against her warm skin. He’s been waiting for this all day. Maybe he’s been waiting for years. None of it matters anymore. She’s here, and so is he. They found their way, made their choices, and realized the truth was always right there, walking alongside them on rainy days, sharing an umbrella, driving cross-country, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders on planes.

"That was my plan," Scully says, interrupting his thoughts. She sounds drowsy already and his own eyes drift close, too. They’re safe in each other’s arms and sleep comes easily.

[sweettodo]

best friends dad.

levi ackerman x freader.

includes : dub con - [ age gap ] , smut, swearing, daddy kink, squirting. pretty much porn with no plot.

wc : 2,7k

a/n, thank you for 600 followers !!! <33 i love every single one of you.

••

She's your best friend, your closest ally, your soul sister.

She has been there with you through thick and thin, since youth, you two took showers together as children, ate off the same plate, went on countless vacations, share the same clothes. What would your life be without her?

Your behavior prevails to be horrendous.

It catches you when you're alone, or when there's nothing to distract you. Creeping up, lingering around your soul- guilt- quite the foe.

You lay on your bed, shame depleting you the more you remained in silence, left alone with your thoughts. Staring at the soft white ceiling, the sun scarcely pouring through the cracks of the shades, rendering it impossible to fall back asleep.

It was eating you alive, it was driving you nuts, you were so selfish. It was too late to go back on this.

And this isn't even the worst part of it all...

Your fathers are best friends, also close since childhood. Being neighbors, your mothers were close too, you all were practically family.

Hence, it boils down to one thing- one simple, and easy question.

That being, why was your 'second father' mere inches away from you, naked, barely covered by a sheet, and sleeping in your bed?

Yet, as disgusted as you are with yourself, you're turning to face the sleeping man, placing a small kiss below his ear, his arms instantaneously fastening around your frame, pulling you closer to his body, he loves when you wake him up like this, you're both accustomed to this routine.

After all, you did sleep in the same bed more often than you'd like the admit.

Living alone in your apartment made it easier for the both of you to be with each other, though your best friend resided here, she was at college, living in a dorm out of state for extended periods.

He told his wife and other children the ridiculous excuse, 'I'll be back in a week or so, on business' and he'd come straight to you. Always. With take-out dinner, a duffle over his shoulder, and a plethora of condoms in his pocket.

Call it disturbing, but it's almost perverse to give his wife kudos, 'no wonder you tied the knot.' because shit, you wish you could.

No one knows about the infidelity, so it was fun to sneak around; since becoming an adult, that's when family dinners with the neighbors took a turn, your body filled with a mix of excitement and angst almost every Friday.

He always sits next to you, to your right, hand secretly placed on your thigh under the tablecloth. He finds himself unable to resist your body.

The second you turned eighteen he was ready to pounce, he couldn't take his eyes off you.

He's so good at what he does, he knows how to sneak around, he always plays his cards right, he knew you couldn't resist the temptation; the temptation of your best friend's father.

•

How it started was almost too cliché.

•

"Hey, is y/f/n home? We're supposed to be getting ready to go out, she's not answering my texts."

"She's not home, likely caught up at work."

You nod, "how about you come in and wait?" he allows you in, "what's the occasion?" he laughs, plopping down on the couch, you sit on the other side, placing your dress, makeup bag, and shoes on the floor beside your feet.

"A friend's birthday dinner, she just turned eighteen." He smiles, looking back at the television, "she's always making us late." You chuckle, your phone going off at the same time, Levi watching your thumbs frantically respond to the disappointing message.

"She won't be off for another few hours." Levi sighs, "I'll just hang out in her room until then."

"You can stay down here, you're not in my way." He quickly replies, you accept his offer and slip off your shoes.

"How's your mom?" he changes the topic, standing and walking out of the room towards the direction of the kitchen, "and your dad."

"Both good, how about you and-"

"Good." he interrupts, returning with a glass in his hands, likely a glass of whiskey, that was his go-to.

Oddly enough, you felt unsettled being alone with him, something inside of you remained nervous, but not necessarily a bad sentiment.

You didn't spend much time with Levi alone, most of the time it was with your father and y/f/n, so you sat quietly, both watching the screen mounted on the wall in front of you.

Little did you know, he was feeling the same way, awkward and nervy.

"Do you need to get ready at any particular time?" he cuts the silence.

"Uhm, I didn't expect to wait, because I have to shower."

He hums in agreement, "you can shower here if you want." You didn't even bat an eye, standing and saying 'okay', trotting upstairs towards your best friend's room, dropping all your belongings on the floor.

Leaving the room, you're opening the linen closet to retrieve a towel and head straight for the bathroom.

This was your second home, why leave the bathroom door locked while you showered?

His leg tapped in anticipation, he knew now was such a perfect time, he had to do something about how he was feeling.

Levi told himself that this feeling would pass, he was disgusted in himself.

The first time he found himself with his hand wrapped around his cock, making himself cum to the thought of his daughter's best friend.

He had never thought about you sexually, it was almost like a switch was flipped when you came home, stumbling drunk with his daughter the night of your birthday to avoid your own parents, you were now an adult, and that's when things changed.

He thought about you in so many twisted ways, and the fetish only grew- it grew day by day, month by month.

Now, you were only a few months shy of nineteen, in college, in your own living space, independent, he loved it; and every day, he prayed to God he'd stop feeling so guilty about his vices.

But he was trapped, stewing on his thoughts before he went to bed at night, on the way to work, waking up in the morning- he only thought about you. He needed to do something.

He found his feet quickly moving up the stairs, entering his bedroom, and pacing, this was sure as hell a tough dilemma, but he knew he could get you to see it too.

"Levi, I- uh, need some help."

Like it was a blessing, a foot in the door, he's now knocking before you allow him in, you stand there only in a towel, hair wet and your body dripping with water, "the thing won't turn off, I'm sorry."

He could barely swallow, "I'll fix it."

The hot steam made him overwhelmed, the fresh smell of the strawberry-scented body wash that you had after your shower was sending him into a frenzy.

You stood there, watching him turn the hot water off, you acknowledged how close you were to him, naked except for the towel, he was so close to your legs, your wet body.

He stood straight after fixing the faucet, wiping his hands on his shirt, "thanks."

You step around him, down the hall, and towards your friend's room, "y/n," turning, Levi's there, in the hallway, a few feet behind you, "I need to talk to you."

He knew now was the only time he could fix this disgusting fixation he has on you.

You pursued him, you followed him straight to his bedroom, you allowed him to close the door behind you; you felt his hands grab your own, pinning them above your head against the wall.

You allowed him to kiss you, you kissed him back, and you savored the taste of him. It was almost like you didn't allow your mind to register what you were doing.

"I've been meaning to do this." He breathes, catching up on his lack of oxygen.

You didn't say anything, your towel was coming loose, his free hand encircling around the small of your back, pulling you against him, "Levi." You uttered, his head dips down, kissing your lips as he's whisking you off your feet and onto his shared bed with his wife.

Your legs wrap around his waist, his elbows propped up beside your head, his tongue swiping across your lip, you do the same, what the fuck were you doing?

You pull away from him, "Levi- this is bad." Hand pressing against his shoulder, pushing him off of you gently, "this is so bad."

He moves his hand through his hair, "no one has to know."

"I gotta' go get dressed," yet your legs don't move, "fuck- fuck this is bad, she's gonna hate me."

"No, no she won't," he objects, pushing you onto your back, "you want it, don't you?"

Your stomach was doing backflips, nauseated almost. You saw his tight body, you've always loved it- like a father.

You felt his cock between your legs instants earlier, you didn't comprehend just how willing you were; how wet you were between your legs.

"Let me show you," throwing off his shirt, "don't worry, no ones gonna know,"

He sees the look on your face, stunned.

"Don't you trust me?" your head was spinning.

"I do."

Your head is pushed onto his pillow, making sure he doesn't strip you of your towel just yet.

The feeling of performing something so bad, so disturbing, so sinful, it was driving you nuts, your stomach twisted, filled with butterflies as you saw the man strip in front of you. This was really happening.

"Open."

Your legs open, but you hold your towel down, feeling his eyes bore into you, "you can show me."

His hands open your legs, gasping, he's kissing you again, laying between your legs with just his boxers severing the direct touch.

"God, this fucking body."

The towel slipping down your chest, his hands instantly cupping your tits, the now, cold droplets of water from your shower making your nipples twice as hard, he smiles, "you've always been so beautiful- so innocent too, you know that?" his hands trail down your sides, feeling your flesh in his palms, up to your thighs.

You felt so dirty, you wanted more, you wanted him to touch every inch of your body, you wanted to feel secure and full, "you want me to touch you don't you. You want it?" he sees your pleading eyes, he sees how hungry you looked, he brings his hand to your beck, squeezing your jugular, "say it, use your words.”

“I do, but y/f/n, Levi.” Your words meant one thing, but your actions were proving another. You didn't know how much you needed this- how much you longed to be touched by a man who helped raise you.

It made you sick, but fuck, it felt so good, “you want it, just as I do,” he pulls back, taking his hand and forcing open your mouth, “here.”

He wet his fingers with your saliva, ripping the towel that barely covered your lower half. “Look at how pretty, so wet too.”

You hiss, his finger pressing down against your clit, your thigh spasming from the harsh pressure against your nerves, “I’m gonna make you cum, you want that, right?”

“Yes, please make me cum.” You plead, his thumb still pressing hard against your bud, “f-fuck!” your legs slamming around his arm.

“Open those legs, I didn't say you could close them.” He commands, getting a better look at your pussy, his hand moving down the threads of his boxers with his free hand, cock springing from his constraints.

“Spit.” He steals more alive from your tongue, using it to lubricate his cock; he was thick, girthy with few veins decorating up the bottom to right below the tip. His chest heaving, hands pinning up your thighs, your legs wide open for him to see.

You whined, his throbbing tip teasing you by soaking up your slick, he was so painfully hard- the way he knocked against the tight hole in front of him.

“You want my cock? You want your other daddy to fuck you, huh?” You nod, eyes begging with every ounce of your entity.

You nod desperately, “please- fuck me.”

He obeys, gripping your thighs, pressing them upwards as he’s leaning down towards you, slowly sliding past your entrance.

Splitting you open, immense pressure brings you to screams, your eyes screwed shut as you spit out the man's name.

“Can barely fit- fuck.” His shoulders lax, cock seeping deeper into your pussy.

He pushes back and forth into you, the sound of your pussy juicing around his cock filled the room as you two take in the feeling of each other's touch.

“S’big- so big, Levi.” Your tongue lols out, he takes it as a welcome to capture your lips, sucking on your tongue as you mewl against his mouth.

He pulls away from you, “say my name,” he groans, “say it, what's my name?” his cock filling you so well, you could say many things; tears brimming your eyes as he's stabbing your cervix with his tip.

You wail, gasping for air, “daddy- please harder!”

His hips piston into you, slamming against yours as he's speeding up, cock ramming into you senselessly, harder thrusts when he hears you call him by his name, fucking you stupid.

“Go on and cum all over my cock, you're so close- fuck- you keep squeezing me-” he can barely contain himself.

But he keeps pace, the sweet spot in the depths of your pussy being abused, pussy squelching with every rut of his wide hips.

You're so close, inching closer towards release, a mantra of his name rolling out of your mouth, you feel so full, packed to the fucking brim.

The weight of his body on top of yours, cock reaching impossible lengths inside of you, sweat dripping down his forehead, chest glistening with sweat, “so good, creaming all over my dick, yeah? You love it.” He boasts, you whined, mouth agape.

“So close- daddy- so close.”

“Do it, you're so tight- fuck, can't get over it.”

The coil in your stomach tightening, your body going numb as he rips an incredible orgasm out of your weak body, “that's right, squirt all over my cock, God this pussy s’ fuckin’ amazing.”

He slowed down, bearing his high, watching as your cum drips down your pussy, his thighs and stomach soaked with your essence as it drips down his thighs. Amazed at the sight, he continues to steadily fuck into your convulsing walls, you're body shaking from the debilitating orgasm.

You squeeze your eyes shut, your eyes surrounded by a starry white, wet noises driving Levi closer to climax, the sheets below the both of you soaked, “open those eyes.” He commands.

You open your eyes, legs squeezing tighter around his sides, “you’re gonna swallow my cum, right baby?” he sees you nod your head, needy to taste him down your throat.

He provides you with a few strong thrusts, before slowly pulling out of you, your hand quickly wrapping around the base of his cock, rolling out your tongue like a whore.

You take his tip on the pad of your tongue, swirling around, his eyebrows scrunching from the sensitive touch, “fuck, so fuckin’ perfect,” hand coming down to caress your head before dipping his fingers between the- still wet hair from your shower.

He twitches, releasing his load in your mouth, the salty taste tainting your tastebuds, he watches it coat your tongue, catching his breath as he's seeing you swallow every drop of cum, his thumb strokes across your bottom lip, smirking.

“Look at the mess you made, now I have to clean these sheets.” Gripping your hair between his digits, he's pushing your head down to look at the damp sheets, you gnaw on your bottom lip.

He pushes you back down on the bed, sloppily kissing your red and swollen lips once more.

“That cunt is just as good as I thought it was.”

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╰ ☆ ╮ 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘆 - window climber ✰⋆

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: quackity x reader, waitress!yn

the light from the streetlamps leaked into the diner, casting a stream of light over one of the booths, dust floating in it just visible enough to see from where you were sitting. its not any high-class establishment of course, but you couldn't deny the tip money from those misogynistic old men wasn't good sometimes. you sighed in relief, placing down the last set of silverware you had to roll and slumped down, sinking into the booth. you threw your head back onto the seat, shutting your eyes tightly.

you've been at work since 8am and it was now midnight, every bone in your body ached. usually your shifts were normal, around six or maybe eight hours but never this long. you couldn't blame your managers, you guys were shorthanded and you were the only one with enough free time to do it but damn were you exhausted. you gathered the will to get up out of the booth and to carry the basket of silverware back to the kitchen. you placed it upon the counter and felt a spark of joy light up inside you. you could finally go home. you grabbed your keys and sweater, pulling it over yourself and headed towards the restaurant doors turning off all the lights on your way out. walking out, you made sure to lock up the doors so your managers would not crucify you.

you shut your car door, rather harshly. you felt the pain in your back ease from sitting down yet again. your phone screen light up brightly in the dark car, and you glanced over at the screen quickly white turning the car key.

[12:10am] alex <3

you smiled at yourself but decided that he could wait till you got home since you were relatively tired and just wanted to be able to lay down in your own bed. you shifted the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking space. you always loved the aesthetic of driving at night, going fast and blaring music passing each and every streetlamp on your way home. it was comforting, a little escape from the world for only a moment.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

with your phone flashlight in hand, you unlocked the front door of your apartment. placing your sweater onto the rack and your keys alongside it, you walked your way into the kitchen opening the fridge. you grabbed a monster and a bag of carrots, making you scrunch your noise.

"damn, i have to go grocery shopping."

closing the fridge door, you tiredly made your way down the hallway to your bedroom where you say...a light peeking through the bottom of the door. you frowed your brows, "what the fuck?" you began to think. placing your hand on the door handle, you opened the door slowly and was hit with a wave of relief. it was just your computer; you must have not turned it off before you left but you could have sworn you did but honestly at this point the mornings seem to blend. You shut the door with your foot, placed your drink down on your beside table, and proceeded to head to your dresser to pull out a large shirt. You decided that you would just take a shower in the morning, you could not be bothered to stand any longer. Quickly, you change out of your work clothes and into the shirt, and shuffled your self under the bed covers. You took a large gulp of your drink, feeling slightly more awake. It was most definitely because of the placebo effect but you didn’t care, you just wanted to stay awake a little bit longer so you could talk to Alex. You unlocked your phone, immediately heading to messages.

[12:10am] alex <3 : mi princesa, are you off of work yet?

[12:15am] alex <3 : y/n? hellooo

[12:16am] alex <3 : okay well if one of your neighbors call the cops on me im making sure they lock you up first.

You giggled at your phone, shaking your head at his dramatic self. Mi princesa…its silly how a little pet name like that can make your stomach turn. You began to type, but jumped at the noise of something hitting your window. Okay now what the actual fuck?

[12:30am] y/n : okay what the fuck is that you alex?

Thud.

[12:30am] y/n: alex stop fucking around it isn’t funny.

Thud. Thud.

Jesus fucking christ. You pulled the covers off of yourself, stomping heavily over the to your bedroom window, yanking the curtains aside. You get yourself ready to scream and yell, until you see a dimwit with a smiling grin and beanie. All the tension left your body, seeing Alex start to burst into laughter, holding himself up on the railing of the fire escape. Shaking your head, you unlocked the bedroom window, pulling it up enough in order to let Alex climb in.

“Cariña, did I scare you?” He says half sincere, the laughter building up in the back of his throat.

You groaned, closing the window door and locking it once again.

“You have to stop breaking into my house.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you gave me a key.”

You know he’s right, but he’s not allowed to be right.

“Or you could have knocked on the front door like a normal person.” You point out, climbing back into bed facing away from him. You felt the bed dip beside you, and of course you couldn’t help but smile.

“but its more fun to come through the window, its like im in the the cartel or something.”

“how does that even make sense?”

“it just does what do you mean? You mean you super macho boyfriend couldn’t make it in the cartel?”

You scoffed at his remark and shook your head no.

“Whatever you’re just a hater mi amor, come here so I can hold you.” He says softly, placing his hand on your arm. You groan in discomfort.

“God no. I smell gross.”

I could just feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He pulled me down onto my back so he could look at me.

“Do you think I really care?’ he says sternly, laying himself down.

“Now come here please. I’ve missed you.”

You knew there was no fighting it. You shuffled yourself under his arm, laying your head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around your waist, and the other petted your hair, playing with it. He placed a small kiss upon the top of your head.

You could just feel your heart melt.