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aswaki · 6 months

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mile high club privilege [smt x reader]

seok matthew x reader | 1.8k word count | explicit (minors dni)

“a flight attendant gets fucked at the airplane's bathroom”

contains: fem!reader, stewardess/flight attendant!reader, dom!matthew, unprotected sex, (airplane) bathroom sex, breath play (gagging), backshots, sir kink, slight strength kink, first meeting sex/strangers theme, mention of blow job & cunnilingus, pet names ("baby", "good girl")

“did you mean it when you said ‘anything’?”

you turned around to see it was the man from the business class. he was attractive. he smiled at you charmingly that you clearly missed the mischievous glint his eyes held.

“yes, sir. it is my job to ensure your flight is as relaxing and pleasurable as possible.” you told him with a slight nod of your head.

he hummed in acknowledgement. while the stranger was hot, you had a job to do. you continued walking down the aisle to head to your station. as you went, you made sure the passengers were okay by checking in and giving professional greetings.

footsteps behind you could be heard. was he following you? you inhaled to keep your irritation at bay before facing him again. you were taught how to deal with vexing travelers.

“sir, i suggest you head back to your seat. you can’t stro-”

“ah, i actually need to go to the toilet. can you lead the way there, please?” he cut you off. he said that while slightly leaning forward towards you. his voice was oh so innocent that it made you none the wiser. you were completely missing what his intention was with you.

“apologies,” you started.

‘bathroom, of course, where else would he go? stress was probably clouding your judgement,’ you concluded in your mind.

this was your third international flight consecutively so exhaustion must be catching up to you. you just hoped you wouldn’t get a complaint for appearing rude but the stranger seemed nice.

“sure, sir. i’d be happy to assist you. follow me,” you continued, hiding your embarrassment well.

his soft brown eyes locked into yours before drifting down. he was appreciating how your uniform fit you like a glove. no curve left hidden in your two piece ensemble. you even had a little scarf tied around your neck. cute.

and he followed you like you suggested. you lead the way while his gaze was trained on your ass.

once reaching your destination, you opened your mouth to bid farewell. before you could, he pulled you inside the toilet with him. though not by much, international planes had larger toilets so you were both able to fit inside. not comfortably, but you could make do.

he backed you to the bathroom wall.

“anything, right?” he reminded you before smirking. without any precedent, he crashed his lips onto yours.

this stranger kissed like he was devouring you. he had the intensity of a man in hunger. when you gasped in disbelief, it made it easier for him to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

disbelief be damned, though; you melted into him, needing no prompting to follow his lead. he wasn’t the only one who was hungry. your tongue glided along his, not fighting for dominance but dancing with him. this was going to give you some relief.

everything he said up to this point occurred to you that he was flirting. you were so out of it. you weren’t even sure when your hands found its way to be tangled in his hair or when his hand found its way to be underneath your panties, fingers finding your wet cunt and also putting pressure on your throbbing clit. your eyes instinctively fluttered shut as he played with your clit. the ecstasy that hit you made your toes curl in your shoes. he knew how to work you to your arousal.

“so, how does one get a membership at the mile high club?” he asked, breaking off your kiss. a string of saliva connected your mouths. his free hand went to tug the scarf around your neck. this little action had you feeling crazy. you wished he would pull it tighter to choke you.

“it’s simple, sir.” you said, suddenly bolder. your eyes heavy lidded. the confidence in your voice made him raise his brows in surprise. he dared himself not to groan out loud. instead, he rubbed on your clit a little bit rougher which made you hold on to his shoulders. his muscles tensed under your touch. you relished that feeling.

calling him sir almost had him cumming.

digging your finger in his shoulders, you shakily stood on your tiptoes to whisper seductively in his ear, “just get me to orgasm.”

taking that as a challenge, he twisted your bodies so he could push you to the counter. he bent you over there without warning. your stomach pressed onto the edge of the sink.

“s- sir,” you weren’t stingy with the moans you let out. he watched your beautiful face contort intently through the mirror above the sink countertop.

“shh, baby. not so loud.” he cooed while running his hands from your clothed ass to your thighs. he then put your scarf to good use. he unraveled it before stuffing it in your mouth.

“we don’t want to be caught.” he explained as he tied the ends of the scarf behind your head.

“yes, sir,” you mumbled through the makeshift gag. as he tightened the scarf, you thought about the consequences you would get if you were caught fucking with a passenger. you were so lost in your arousal that these thoughts flew out your mind as soon as it entered, however.

you cannot stop this. you were trained to serve. your body moved on its own having a different master to listen to.

the sound of a belt unbuckling could be heard. a deep pool of excitement brewed inside of you as you listened to the stranger pull his pants and boxers down his legs. his fingers hastily unzipped your skirt, making it fall. your panties and stockings soon followed the clothes bundling on the ground.

you extended your legs open for him so he can have easier access to you. still, he smacked your ass and spread your ass cheeks a bit wider. there was a sting that stayed on your ass from his slap which made whimpers bubble out of you.

he rubbed his erection against you. you could feel he was big. you wondered if you could handle him. he coated his cock with your arousal before lining himself up to your entrance. the buttons on your uniform blouse dug painfully itself to your stomach.

“be my good girl and take it, yeah?” his voice became low. how he said those words made your skin prickle with goosebumps.

you moaned as he entered you. his girth stretching you out. he didn’t waste a second to thrust in you harshly. you both knew you had occupied the bathroom long enough. someone was bound to come looking for either of you.

tears gathered in your eyes as he pounded in you, chasing your pleasures as fast as possible. it didn't help you were gagged at the mouth. you tried gasping for air, feeling a little light-headed as he gave it his all. the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with every hard thrust he did.

he lifted your head by grabbing your hair, “look at you being a mess, baby. you like being used?”

maybe you did like being used. in the deepest part of you, it was almost like you knew your body found pleasure in letting go and submitting. your enjoyment in being gagged was a testament to it.

in the mirror, you could see how your usually sleek hair was now untidy. your eyes were watery but the mascara was still intact. thank god for waterproof make up. though, your red lipstick was smudged. it was even on the face of this handsome stranger.

you checked him out as he thrusts in you, losing almost control over himself. he had a strong defined nose and jawline. his biceps strained against the sleeve of his shirt. his one hand holding your head steady so you could face the mirror.

his jawline clenched as he slammed his cock to you like a wild animal. you engulfed every little bit of him around your damp cunt walls. the breaths coming from the two of you, ragged and heavy. the clapping from behind were louder than your pants for air.

“holy shit,” he groaned through gritted teeth when you clenched around him. he can feel you were about to cum (and so was he). his cock pulsed while the familiar feeling of an oncoming climax built inside him.

“let’s cum together, baby.”

as if his words gave you permission to, you climaxed along with him. your sounds were being muffled by the scarf in your mouth. he wished he could hear your pretty moans.

his cock was being squeezed by your muscles as if you were milking him. the feeling of his warmth flooded your inner walls triggered more of your orgasm. your fluids mixed with one another. the both of you defiling the cramped space.

this was by far the most exciting thing that happened to you while on the job. it awoke your spirit. this was a different type of exhaustion that washed over you. it was a sinful kind that you found delectable. your body shook but his arm came to clutch around your torso to pull you up against his chest. his strength saving you both.

you writhed in his grip as you both rode out your orgasms. his arm took great pleasure in holding you. he held you as close to himself as possible.

when you went limp, he undid the scarf in your mouth. it joined to the pile by your feet.

you took a large breath, inhaling as much as you could after being gagged. your voice sounded hoarse from unuse as you told him, “it’s my pleasure to welcome you to the mile high club, sir.”

“i hope you enjoyed your flight at in bloom airlines, gentlemen!” you told a group of nine men as they approached near the door. your perfectly lined red lips gave them a grin. customer service was your specialty.

they all replied to you various forms of thanks for the flight's smooth travel and your service. you locked eyes with the one who you got more acquainted than the rest. the one you snuck off to the toilet too many times for the span of your flight.

you entertained yourselves with your bodies. an exclusive amenity just for him. a mile high club privilege. anything he wanted— backshots, blow jobs, cunnilingus —you did all that but you didn't even get his name. he was just ‘sir’.

another kind of smile suddenly threatened to break out of your face; one that held a secret behind it.

he sent you a wink, “best i ever had.”

a/n: inspired by zb1 traveling to hong kong for kcon!!! i hope you enjoyed reading this. i didn't get much fics as i wanted to last week so i hope i can post more for this one but i think i might get busier. not sure, though! i do enjoy being here— writing and interacting. thank you for sticking by and reading through!

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yuna542 · 1 year

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 5 <-

Part 6

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Fingering, Dry humping, mentions of sex, pet names

Word Count: 3k

Note: Yea… What can I say? Lee Know was my first Kpop Crush, so I really put my soul into this. So hear me out: I thought since your feedback is incredible, I wanted to give you something back. If you want to you can write suggestions/requests in the comments or dm me about what you'd like to read in the parts. If I like it I will think of something and include it in the story! So feel free to tell me your dirty (or sweet) little fantasies xD

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

"I finally want to see you dance live!", grumbled Lee Know as you emailed him his schedule for the day in the practice room.

"Maybe someday", you muttered as you skimmed over your messages.

“Stupid JYP with those stupid rules”, he sighed and you had to grin. You'd love to dance and maybe even do a livestream with Minho but the company probably wouldn't allow it. The Stream with Hyunjin was a spontaneous idea and you were sincerely happy that yet nobody from JYP had talked about it to you. You didn’t even know if they maybe had a talk with Hyunjin and you were sure, that he definitely wouldn’t tell you to protect you.

However one of the most important meetings was scheduled for this afternoon.

A meeting with a potential new sponsor and at the same time producer for the first music video of the comeback. So one of the most important meetings ever.

The first video had to work the way the guys imagined it and it was your job to make it work. It was essential that the new sponsor was on board.

To say you're nervous would be a massive understatement.

It was the first big meeting that you would have to do alone with Chan. Seungmin would also accompany you, which took some of the pressure off your shoulders. This was one thing you just couldn't mess up.

You just wanted to send Lee Know his appointments for today and skim them quick with him. The tasks consisted the meeting with a new choreographer and then discussing with DanceRacha whether their ideas for the choreography for the big video could be done as they wanted it or if they needed to work on it even more.

Hyunjin and Felix had both already written in your group chat that they were here at any moment and Jeongin was with them. As you walked into the room, Minho seemed to have been dancing all morning.

There were fine drops of sweat on his forehead and yet his skin was just glowing with freshness. Just like perfectly worked marble.

"The choreographer's name is Chun De-Jeong. His application was the most impressive and he has very good references. He sounded nice on the phone, too. But if you don't like something about him, just let me know and we'll find someone new”, you explained expertly and he smiled slightly.

"You really are the best manager we've ever had."

"I try my best", you replied, and that's when he sat down next to you on the sofa.

With that, you finished discussing his schedule as well.

"I've never seen you in a dress like that before...", he mused aloud, and right away you were tugging at the hem of the white fabric on your thigh.

"Is it too much? Do you think it would be better if I change?"

Concerned, you stroke the fine roses printed on the fabric. Directly, Lee Know shook his head, regretting his words.

"No. It's perfect. You are... It looks very cute. You look very beautiful", he said quickly, stumbling over his own words.

Actually, he couldn't take his eyes off the thin fabric the whole time, where it perfectly hugged your curves and sat firmly against your waist. Exploring your profile, Minho noticed from the moment you came in that you seemed tense and restless today.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

Quickly nodding, you shove your Ipad into your handbag next to the sofa.

"Yeah... Everything's fine. I'm just a little nervous about the meeting today."

"With that spoiled ass sponsor?"

You nodded again, kneading your hands restlessly in your lap. Carefully he puts one hand on yours and managed to cover both of your cramped hands with his.

Instead of a joke or a mean comment that you would have expected, his voice softened and he squeezed your hands reassuringly.

"You don't have to be nervous. Business people like that are often strange and not exactly sociable. They are assholes, but you're so adorable that he surely won’t refuse any of your wishes."

A worried sigh wrings itself from your throat and you finally managed to look him in the eye. Only now did he recognize the great concern on your face and moved instantly closer to you.

"What if I don't? What if I mess up and you lose a major sponsor because of me? They will fire me..."

His chocolate brown eyes seemed protective, eyeing you with such confidence that you wanted to snuggle up to him. He placed his other hand on your thigh and gently stroked it.

"You won't mess up. And even if it won't work out, we'll find another sponsor."

A soft laugh escaped you as he quoted you, and he too smiled in relief when he saw that energetic sparkle in your eyes again.

Minho was suddenly so gentle and caring in a way you had never witnessed. In front of the others, he always tried to appear tough and untouchable, always had a cheeky comment on his lips and seemed to let nothing upset him.

But right now his other side appeared. His touches were careful on your skin, as if he feared to break you and he was full of care. It’s a side of him that he reserved just for you.

You intertwined your hand with his and squeezed it gently. As you did so, your thighs were tight against each other and he gave you endless confidence with just that. He believed in you and that alone was such a big ego boost.

Your heart began to melt and your eyes were automatically on his engaging lips.

"Thank you Lino. That really helped. I didn’t know you could be so soft.”

Suddenly his facial expression changed. He looked confused, as if he had woken up from a dream, and quickly smiled again in amusement.

"That being said, you have Chan with you. He's gotten each of us out of trouble several times."

There he was again. The tough Lee Know, and he wondered to himself why he had suddenly gone so soft. It was your mere presence that made him protective. He enjoyed feeling your warm skin and seeing the happy twinkle in your beautiful eyes.

In fact, he managed to make you laugh again and it sounded better than music to his ears.

"Don't worry too much. We definitely won't give you back, kitten."

His hand squeezed your own protectively and it touched you that he dropped his walls in front of you. Without thinking, you leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

You just could not have expressed your gratitude with words.

However, he froze completely and before you could pull away, he grabbed your face rougher than he wanted to. Firmly, he pulled you closer and it took you a few seconds to realise that his lips were already on yours.

Overwhelmed, you clenched your hands until you could feel his pleasant grip on your hip. The other hand was on your cheek and when you finally understood, you put all the desire and concern into the kiss.

At first he was slow, savoring every second until he took your lower lip between his teeth and let his tongue brush over it. As soon as you opened your lips a little, he pushed his tongue into your mouth and deepened the kiss with his whole body.

He seemed like an addict who couldn't get enough and became more and more impetuous. He tasted like a heady mix of sweet strawberries and spicy mint.

Finally he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you onto his lap, where he didn't stop licking his tongue into your mouth. Your hands went into his hair and tugged on his strands. His hands went on a ramble, pushing your dress up until he could firmly grip your ass.

A small squeak of pain escaped you as he squeezed tightly and you felt the corners of his mouth lift at your lips despite your eyes being closed.

"You even purr like a little kitten", he growled and you were completely caught in a trance of arousal and passion as he began to spread wet kisses on your collarbone. He sucked on your skin and pushed you demanding against his lap.

The little sighs and your tensed face made the blood rush between his legs and he wanted to fuck you right there against the couch. But he also loved to tease you until you would whimper and beg him to fuck you senseless. That made the painful erection in his pants much more worth it. His hand lightly brushed your thigh dangerously close to your core.

His tongue licked along your collarbone, down to your cleavage, where he slowly pulled the fabric down and worked on your soft skin so intensely with his mouth that you feared just coming from it on his lap.

The bruises Hyunjin had sucked into your skin were almost gone and Minho wanted to make sure, to mark you again so that the other members would see it. He wanted them to know that you were already his little toy and that they had to make a great effort, to get to him.

Overwhelmed, you felt his bulge feel frighteningly large beneath you and immediately you wanted to see if it was really as immense as it felt on your covered pussy. The straps of your white dress fell off your shoulders and Minho's hands kneaded the flesh on your ass so hard that you would definitely get bruises. But that only fueled the arousal in your whole body.

"Admit it, Kitten! You only put on that cute slutty dress to drive me crazy!", he murmured against your skin, and everything about him made you dizzy. A hard hiss escaped him and he looked up at you with an exited bliss in his eyes.

“Damn didn’t thought you’re so fucking needy, Baby.”

With questioning eyes you let your fingers go trough his soft hair.

“What?”

“You’re grinding on me”, he explained and kissed the heated skin of your almost bare tits.

Suddenly, you became aware of your own body, feeling him underneath you and trying to feel as much of him as you can. You feel pleasant heat spread through your body, pooling together between your legs where you were far too effected by the feeling of his erection beneath you and somehow you still couldn’t make yourself stop, even though he looked at you with a teasing smile.

“Oh god. I’m sorry”, you murmured against his neck, but then, you felt his hands wrap around your hips further, fingers digging into the side of your ass, and you realised he’s helping you guide your hips.

He smelled so good that you just couldn’t stop rolling your hips against his.

“No need to apologise. That’s so fucking hot”, he growled and pulled your chin back, to kiss you deeply, while he pushed you even further against his hard bulge.

”That’s it, there you go“, he said softly as you moan into his mouth and started to move your hips against his length and you couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering, when the only thing between your clit and his dick was the thin fabric of your clothes.

Suddenly his voice is right by your ear and snaps you out of your aroused trance, so close it sends shivers down your spine:

”You should have told me you like dry humping my dick this much. Fuck, it makes me so hard, can you feel that, kitten?“

You could just nod and get flustered by his words.

Your behaviour was so messy and desperate, even Minho started to lose himself and he kissed you as if he’s never kissed before. It’s more tongue and teeth than needed, tasting you and moaning into your mouth when your tongue meets his. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does. Someone could come in an catch you, how you pounce on each other like heated teenagers, but the hurried kisses make your head feel like it’s spinning.

It hasn’t been long, you know that, but you’re already started to get close. Like with Hyunjin, you felt things that you never had experienced before. There was something about these boys that made you go crazy and they definitely knew what they were doing.

Even though your underwear and his sweatpants were seperating you from feeling him, there was something so intense about this and about Minho that it hardly mattered, and you knew it won’t be long until he would get you making a mess in your panties.

Unable to keep up with how good it felt, luckily Minho still had a hold on you, and when he noticed that it’s getting more difficult for you to keep composed, he gripped your flesh even harder.

Embarrassed you hid your face in the crook of his neck as he guided you by the hips harder and harder against his hard dick. With one hand he pulled you back by the nape of the neck so that you had to look at him while you dry humped him like a kitty in heat.

"No hiding! I wanna see every adorable flustered expression you make!”, he demanded with a harsh tone, both of you trying to pull the other closer for more stimulation. Your hands still groped and scratched at eachothers skin as you desperately grinded on eachother.

He slipped one hand to your throbbing cunt and started to circle your clit, while you tried to get more friction. He was so hard by now that your mere movements on his dick almost made him come. But he did force himself to calm down because he just wanted to work you to an orgasm and see your beautiful face tensed with desire just for him.

”Don’t stop!“, he ordered and his harsh tone made you whimper.

”I want you to be good and cum for me like this, okay? Can you do that, kitten?“

As soon as he hit the sensitive part of your clit directly with his fingers, a naughty moan escaped you and you started to ride your cunt so hard against his cock that you had to claw your fingernails into his back.

“Fuck… Minho”, you cried and couldn’t think of something else than your high which was announced by the tremendous heat in your lower abdomen.

"Aw, you like that, baby?", he chirped with a growl and guided your hips so that he would still hit all your sweet spots through the fabric. You nodded, unable to speak, rocking your hips even harder against him and his fingers.

He pushed his fingers against your clit and noticed how your body tensed. Directly he accelerated the intensity and held your face tightly again with one hand in front of his so he could look at your teary eyes, swollen lips and aroused expression as he worked you to your orgasm with just the snapping of his hips and his hand. You wanted him as close as possibly and somehow this, his mouth mere millimeters from yours, swallowing your breath, wasn’t enough.

“I’m gonna cum…”, you whimpered and he hold your face even rougher, digging his fingernails into your soft cheeks.

“Look how easy it is to turn you into the neediest, sluttiest mess, kitten”, he growled and pressed you firmly onto his throbbing dick. The wet spot on his pants was already as big as a hand, but he couldn’t care less.

“Oh I can’t wait to fuck that soaked little cunt till you cry my name all night!“

Your hands clawed for some type of, literally any, support on his shoulders while he grabbed your ass harsh.

„Be a good little slut and come for me!“, he demanded and his words twisted your mind.

Eventually you got so caught up in the moment you won’t even were able to stay focused on talking, and he started thrusting up, meeting your hips so you didn’t have to do any work. It’s this that finally does it for you, his hands holding you and his hips meeting yours and you automatically imagine how he would fuck you like this. You wanted more and more, caught up in his scent, his words and his body and finally your orgasm crashed over you.

He helped you to ride your high out and gently brushed his hand over your back.

"Feel better now?", he asked and kissed each corner of your mouth.

„Yes… Thank you, Minho.“

A little huff escaped your lips, while you still rubbed your overstimulated pussy against his length. The friction felt too good to stop, even though your soaked cunt was now extremely sensitive. He laughed lightly and ran his hands through your hair as you let your lips brush over his neck

„Greedy but polite. I like that“, he teased and kneaded your ass again. He couldn’t get enough of the perfect curves and the softness of your skin against his fingertips.

„I want you to fuck me, Minho“, you mumbled against his skin and kissed the sensitive spot on his neck beneath his ear. He instantly got goosebumps and in response he moved your hips again more firmly against his now painful hard length.

He would not and could not wait any longer. He longed to sink into your wet core and fuck you so hard until you begged him to stop. Therefore, he reached for his waistband and pulled it down. With a liberated gasp, his boner popped out and you had to bite your lower lip when you realized that it was even bigger than it had felt through the fabric. He would split you open, but you didn't care. Impatiently he pushed your panties aside and as he slipped into your aching core with just the tip, you already felt, how he stretched you out. Slowly you grinded your hips against his, gasping as only his tip filled you painfully good.

You were so dizzy that you almost didn't notice how the door to the practice room were opened and Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Felix walked in.

It wasn't until Minho glanced over your shoulder in annoyance. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the boys staring at you over your shoulder.

Hyunjin looked at you with a amused, yet unsurprised grin. Felix stared open-mouthed at your naked ass with the white thong on that Minho still had a firm grip on, and Jeongin looked perplexed but definitely aroused by the way you ass was wiggling and grinding against his friends dick.

In fact, the three were more than grateful to have burst into this situation.

"Can't you knock?", Minho spat at them, leaning his forehead against the crook of your neck to breathe in your sweet scent once more. His tip was already in your cunt and he considered, if he should just don‘t give a fuck about the others and push himself all the way into you. If he did that, he'd probably fuck you in front of them too. He already had to fight against his desire but your shocked face made him weak.

Hectically, you tugged your dress back down and adjusted the straps on your shoulders, while he slowly slipped out of you and tugged his dick into his pants.

"We've been knocking, calling and messaging", Felix said meekly, unable to get the image of Minho's hands all over you out of his head and immediately imagining what it would be like to have you sitting on his lap like that, riding his dick and moaning his name.

He cleared his throat and stared at the floor, trying not to get a boner in front of everyone like a needy little schoolboy.

"Yeah... but you seem to have been too busy. Obviously…”, Hyunjin said and his smile was breathtaking.

Minho let you off his lap only after a short resistance and cursed his members quietly. Jeongin was still frozen, looking at you as if you had just flown from heaven to earth.

Embarrassed, you fixed your hair, not resisting Hyunjin's intense gaze. To Felix, you almost wanted to apologize as his head glowed so much you could barely distinguish it from the red walls.

"You guys have to fuck everything up", Lee Know grumbled, leaning forward so they couldn't see the wet spot and the huge bulge in his sweatpants directly.

"We're really sorry, but we need you, Lino. We need to finally start working the choreography out."

Even though Hyunjin's eyes continued to rest on your boobs, he spoke normally to Minho. Gradually, your heartbeat calmed down and you tried to ignore what just happened. They almost caught you, fucking in the practice room. Anyone could have come in but Minho didn’t seem to care at all.

"You look stunning by the way, Jagi", Hyunjin said then and pulled you close to his chest. With his hands lingering on your back, he kissed you quickly. He just couldn’t resist you. The kiss was short but intense and you returned his smile with rosy cheeks.

"Yes. The dress is beautiful on you", Felix agreed and his cuteness sent butterflies in your stomach.

"Thank you. You guys are really sweet."

Jeongin still couldn't get a word out and shoved his hands into his pockets. Suddenly, you remembered something.

Panicking, you searched your phone in your bag and almost had a second heart attack as you read first the time and then Chan's messages where he asked when you guys are going to meet to prepare for the meeting.

"Shit!" you cursed, gathering your things. Along the way, you slipped on your Converse Chucks that you had left by the sofa.

"I have to go see Chan right now. Do you know where he is?"

Hyunjin shrugged and connected his phone to the stereo.

"He was still here this morning", Lee Know said from behind you.

Felix nodded and Hyunjin glanced over his shoulder briefly and replied:

"Yes, but left again around 10 o'clock."

Then Jeongin said:

"He was just at the dorm."

„Okay, Well shit. I'll go there then. We have the meeting in an hour. Fucking hell..."

As you storm out, a few more not so ladylike curses slipped out, due to the stress. The guys looked after you and Hyunjin sighed loudly.

"Is it just me, or is she even outrageously hot when she curses like a sailor?"

Lee Know snorted in amusement and the other two could only agree. Then Hyunjin looked back at Lee Know with a knowing grin.

Still irritated, he snapped at him:

"What?"

Hyunjin pouted his lips and shook his head defensively.

"Nothing. Just wondering why you decided to fuck her in the practice room, in the middle of the day, where anyone could have come in.“

„Thanks to you I didn't even get to fuck her yet“, he said sourly and the boys knew, that Lee Know would go hard on them today. He almost were able to fuck the hottest girl he ever met, and of course his stupid members had to screw it up.

"The choreographer is here“, Felix said, glancing at his phone.

"Do you want me to bring him in? He's been waiting for a while", Jeongin asked, to which Lee Know stood up, his hands in front of the big tent in his pants.

"Tell him he'll have to wait a few more minutes if he doesn't want to blow me."

Felix pressed his lips together and Jeongin looked at him in amazement, while Hyunjin laughed. As the door slammed shut behind Lee Know, Jeongin said monotonously:

"I definitely won't tell him that."

-> Part 7

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chemicallady · 8 months

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I WANNA FEEL LOVE AGAIN

Part 1 ; Part 2 ;

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: I made a little homage to three fanfiction I really love! I leave you to find the references ;)

Taglist: @ada-clarence , @badalmondzzzz , my wifey @starsomens , @raventherockstarhippie @blacksoul-27 , @somewhere-diamond

Summary: This is just cute. I swear.

But you never promised me to be wiser of better.

Time flies.

Two years passed by so fast that you almost didn't notice. At first, your job was not demanding at all, compared with the rest of the crew. You have to accompaning Noah or any other member of the band to attend the interviews, most of them for radio stations. Taking notes for integrations on their website. Keep an eye on publicize enough any tourdates or merch drop, find sponsor for bigger venues and check at the end of the day if the guys need something for the day after.

You had to spend a lot of your time on the band socials, especially instagram and twitter, which you have always shared credentials with your brother and the rest of the band. You also create their TikTok and take care about the creation of fun contents.

It was way easy before the release of Death of Peace of Mind. After the beginning of 2022, you were on the road more than at home. A lot of famous hosters started to ask for an interview with Noah. All the lights switched on the future promise of rock music when Just Pretend became one of the most used/listened songs on TikTok.

And now, in the middle of the summer of 2023, the band is still rising. More money bring more responsabilities, the necessity of arranged a better shows, bigger interviews, more publicity, more interaction through the socials.

Everyone has to work the double, you included. Speaking with radio manager and small magazine specialized in all metal subgenders was a thing.

But now the band is too huge to stop at this level. And you werent trained enough for all this pressure, but it started to grow on you month after month, tour after tour. You are the guardian of Noah's schedule. You are not charming enough to compete with others PR, but since the crew is more similar to family meeting than a serious ansemble of professionals, you became competitive.

Hard work got big results like the european tour with Bring Me the Horizon. Oli wanted Bad Omens to open for him but you were the one who put all her soul and time on the project. On the papers. Because behing any tour there is a mountain of burocracy, sponsor phone calls and publicity. You had to team up with Matt, Miles and Davis so many times that at some point, that it's like having more than just one older brother.

From june 4th, the last day on tour, you are on vacation. You have nothing to do with music creation or audio/video sound checks. You just need a laptop, a lot of patience every time you scroll your emails, and the fantastic mojito your neighbour Brianna makes. A good reason to work on your balcony, along with the sound of the ocean, is her company. You don't have many friends but she is amazing. She moved from Minnesota after the shutdown, and she is an actress. Small roles, but as she always says, small roles bring bigger ones.

《 and it would have been ever better if my prick boyfriend didn't show up and basically assaulted the casting director》

You have heard this story at least ten times, but it's still amazing how boys can be idiots. 《 Why are you still with him? He's a bomb ready to detonate, Bri》 , you know that your concern will not help her in resonate, but you can't shut up.

《 I can't afford either the apartment or the car and you know that, y/n. Also, he is not that bad when he's sorber.》

《 But he never is! 》 you place the now empty glass on the outdoor table, disappointed in seeing her almost offended expression. It's a fortune that Matt isn't around. He has to deal with Jim at least twice a week. 《 You're my friend, Bri. The only one unrelated to my job..... I can't sleep over this situation anymore. I can help you. Move in with me and Matt, take care of my plant and Lucifurr for me while we are on tour. We don't want you to help with the rent. You just need to tell that dick to fuck off.》

《.... but he drives me to every casting》

《 and he's the reason no one is picking you in a very first place. This relationship is too toxic》

《 y/n I think you're crossing the line.》

《 He's gonna kill you one of these days!》

You both muted for a couple of seconds, the now tense air between the two of you being thick as a wall. Yeah, you cross the line but like Matt, you're no good in resonate with people who don't want any help. And like Matt you can't stand injustice, not at this rate.

But you know that you have to excuse yourself, simply it's hard to find the right words. You are not going to apologise for speaking your mind, but just about the way you did it.

《 y/n? Are you ready?》

A raspy voice catch you off guard. It's already seven??

《 Shit, Noah. I'm outside》, you yell in response, before turning again towards Brianna. She already reached the empty glass and without a word, and she comes back to her apartment. 《 C'mon Brianna. I'm sorry, just-for the fuck sake.》

Noah is standing right next to you when Brianna shut the door loudly.

All you can do is sigh out loud - a bad habit you inherit from the tall man on your side - before bringing your hands to cover your face in frustration.

《 What's going on, here?》 He asks , munching a candy.

《 I don't understand women.》

He gives you a funny look. 《 Damn, that's the real deal, man. Not the chicken/egg question, or what's our purpose on earth.... but why you girls act so weird. 》

《 Shut the fuck up, Noah. Not now.》

Your relationship with Noah also changed drastically in the last two years. It required some time and a ton of patience, but he open up to you and from thenon, you became a sort of confident of him. In return, he is the one you call when things are not going well. It was a bit embarrassing, the first months, but your friendship now is stronger than youve ever immagined. You feel like you can tell everything to Noah without being judged. Sometimes he laughs at you, of course, but he knows when a situation has to be manged seriously.

He cares about you with all his heart.

He doesn't aspect nothing in return, but he is dear to you on a level than only your brother have always been.

And he knows you deeply, that's why it is so easy for him to detect how worried you are.

《 Do you think he beats her? I mean, Steve is a scumbag, but I can't figure him being actually that violent. He is always too high to have some form of coordination.》

Since his arrival - Noah has the keys of the apartment so he can come and go as he pleased, especially when both you and matt are not in town and someone has to take care of Luci- Noah asked you questions on Brianna's situation.

He knows you're concerned and he also can't pretend he is fine with your neighbors yelling at each others on daily basis.

《 I don't know but he is getting more and more jealous. She told me he's sabotaging her auditions, now.》

Noah takes a sip of the iced tea you offer him, before grab your hand on the surface of the counter. 《 Start to call the police on them, when they argue. Maybe you're right. He is not beating her yet. But he could start.》 You nod slowly, thanking him with a soft smile. 《 By the way, do you feel okay? Wanna postpone our date?》

He loves to joke around with you, because he knows how this helps in rising your moral.

You pretend to get offended. 《 I would never, ever decline a date with you. Let me change in a more adequate outfit.》

《 take your time, the limo's driver can wait downstairs.》

You giggle, before leaving him in the kitchen, reaching your room for a quick change. In five minutes you're ready: a ponytail, red joggers and a tank top.

《 Ready to run, pretty boy?》

《 I'm always ready, chicken butt.》

Noah has never told you the real reason why he has taken the work out so seriously, but you're glad he did, because you joined him on his program and honestly, you feel at your top right now. It's not a matter of aesthetics, but you feel healthy. You are less tired at the end of the day, and you can endure the - at least- 15 working hours while Touring. Back at home, it became a habit of the two of you going out for a run daily during the sunsets since Noah is not an early bird and you'd rather work in the morning.

The place you chose is on the street that runs alongside the beach in Malibù. One of reason why you got used to LA is also the precious view of the ocean while the sun sinks in it and paints the sky in gold.

There is a small beach, hidden in the stunning nature of the Pacific Coast, that has become your spot. Every day you reach that beach, stretch a little and then go back to your apartment when usually Noah showers before leaving.

Today is a Saturday and even if you don't have big plans, Noah sometimes takes his chances on a Saturday night. Even God took a day off on Sunday, right?

《 It's the red hair?》

You ear him chuckles while you bend, grabbing the tip of your toes to stretch your back.

《 No red hair as far as I can recall》

《 So... the girl you helped at that dive bar?》 You rise again, bringing your arms to the sky 《The one who broke up with her cheating boyfriend? Or maybe your neighbour? I like her. I remember you told me she was so happy when you sent her our merch.》

Noah pushes you a little, making you loosing your balance while a giggle leaves your lips. 《 You're making me look like a fuckboy!》

《you are a fuckboy, always surrounded by beautiful women. And don't look at me like that! I know you like it that way!》

Noah is young and awesome. You got a crush on him in the beginning of your partnership. It's more than obvious that he has a significant number of choices when he wants to spend a night out.

This used to hurt you a bit, but the feeling of jealousy or envy - you still don't know what it was - disappeared in the moment you realised what you have.

All this girls can have noah for a night or two.

You can have him fully, you can call him in the middle of the night if a guy screws on you and Noah will bring you to buy ice-cream to McDonald's. You two can talk for hours about the absolute nothing or regarding the most difficult life choices.

You can mocking him, make him laugh in the golden light of the dying sun, in this very moment.

And that's more than enough.

Maybe you and Noah are not meant to be lovers, but he is your person and you are his. Like twin Flames, that doesn't matter how far they are.

They always burn bright.

《 I don't know, I was thinking for something casual. Like Netflix and chill.》

Lucifurr jumps off the sofa in the moment he hears Noah entering in your apartment. Your cat totally ignores you and starts to purr to the tall man that interrupts everything to kneel and cuddle the black ball of furr.

Satanic animal...

《 Then you should text the neighbor. She is the sweetest of yours hooks up.》

《 Then I can simply ring the door on my way back.》

《 Call her, Noah. Don't be a prick. The world doesn't revolve around you. Maybe she is planning to go out.》

You can hear him sigh in his annoying way. 《Can I shower here, anyway? I smell bad.》

《 You always smell bad.》

《 Am I???》

You exchange a glaze with him and immidiatly know its time to run. In the moment he leaves Luci alone, he is following you around the house while you yell for help. But matt isn't back yet, so you're on your own. As soon as noah reaches you (very soon, his legs are longer than yours), he huggs you tight, trying to put your head under his armpit.

《 NOAH STOP IS DISGUSTING!》 , you try to defend yourself hitting him on his back and between his legs with small slaps.

《Ei! Low blow! Don't slap my nutts!》

《 Don't sweat on me, you piece of-》

A yell interrupted the both of you, follow by a long cry and some smashed dishes. Noah realise the grip on you and sighs deeply looking at the wall that divides your apartment from Briannas one.

《 Is it always like this?》

《 almost every day, now.》

And there is something that broke in your cracking voice that completely shattered Noahs heart.

《 let's call the cops》, he says with a soft voice, hugging your shoulders. 《 I'll stay. We can watch a movie togheter.》

You look at him in surprise while he is reaching his phone. 《 and your date?》

《 you're my date》 , is the cheeky replay. The both of you smile, and you need a second. Not only because you're worried about brianna, but also because these small situations make you feel.... weird on your feelings towards noah.

You don't want to admit it, but a real date would be all you desire.

....but at what cost?

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian imagine #bad omens imagine

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gingerjunhan · 9 months

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boyfriend headcannons - han hyeongjun

☆彡 EEEEEEKK it’s Jun Han time! :D 🩷

word count: 690 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: YouTube like is safe!!, all caps, (Hyeongjun’s) insecurities mentioned, eating mentioned, I love him, not proofread, lmk if I missed something

← previous member | next member →

obviously, I have a lot to say

here we go

first things first, Hyeongjun shows you how he loves you instead of telling you

there was some radio interview they did one time where the other members said he doesn’t say “I love you much”

so he makes sure to physically show his appreciation for you

what’s that? you were stressed from your workload? Hyeongjun made you dinner and cleaned up your place while you were out

you’re feeling nervous about a big job interview? he got you flowers to wish you good luck

stuff like that

I also feel like someone somewhere said that Hyeongjun is really good with dates?

idk maybe I’m gaslighting myself into thinking that

but he never never forgets anything!

birthdays, anniversaries, important events- he’s there

I also think a lot about the one Knock Down Debate that they did where Hyeongjun yelled at the others because they never pick up their phones when he calls them

so hey, at least he’s good at communication in that aspect

I don’t think Hyeongjun is one for pet names

I literally cannot picture him calling someone a pet name, but I could easily be wrong

if he did I feel like they would be simple

“honey”

“love”

“sweetie”

short and sweet stuff

he gets flustered easily if you call him something though!

I feel like it would be really easy to fluster him

STOOOPP imagine Hyeongjun meeting your pets

forget about your family- let this man meet your cat

okay but fr this man is sweating buckets meeting your family

he’s afraid that they would think he’s too quiet or too boring :(

but once they get to know him and once he warms up to them that’s obviously not true!

I mean, come on, look at the way that man can shred on the guitar. there is not a boring bone in his body

he’s a kiss on the cheek typa guy

no big fancy gestures

just something cute, simple, and sweet

he actually doesn’t strike me as a big gesture guy at all?

no wait let me explain

let me cook

not big on PDA, not the best with words, and he wouldn’t feel like his acts of kindness are very big

like, he let you hold on to kkito while he was away for a few days so you wouldn’t miss him- why are you crying?

ugh I wanna squeeze him :(

he will come to you with any sort of problem no matter how big or how small

he trusts you completely

he would literally be your friend first and your boyfriend second

Hyeongjun strikes me as the type to not need affection much, but when he does he’s a little nervous to ask

“Jun, what’s wrong?”

“I need a hug.” :(

you almost don’t hear him but y’all are so close that you can figure it out

you can basically read his mind

I feel like a relationship with Hyeongjun would go slow, and that’s okay!

why mess with perfection 😉

no need to rush first kisses or first I love yous

you’re just having fun together!

HE MAKES A PLAYLIST OF SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU 😭😭😭😭

“This song played in the restaurant during our first date.”

“This song was stuck in my head right before you kissed me for the first time.”

“This song was-“ STOP IT I can’t do this anymore

ALWAYS makes sure you’re taking care of yourself

making sure you eat meals and get enough rest

he’s so open minded!

I feel like he has strong opinions, but he’s chill with most things?

those two things literally cancel out but whatever

he buys clothes that he also thinks you would like in case you want to steal them 😼

pays very close attention to detail!

no new haircut or nail color goes unnoticed!

he draws little pictures of you in his sketchbook all the time :(

loving Hyeongjun is gentle, calm, and fun- like sitting in the grass on a sunny day

no pressure, no rush, just you two having fun being together 🩷

god I love him so much

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #junhan x reader

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jebewonmorelike · 1 year

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So You Can Do Yours

part two up now: whatever you say, president-nim wc: 2k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: none? i guess reader is not on good terms with father but to be fair their father is a chairman of a company so he probably is objectively not great; literally fluff and mostly platonic/you're his boss so but suggestion that wookie has a crush on reader at the end... and reader is supposed to be 19; super unrealistic but just a fun little fictional concept lol summary: uselessCEO!reader has fired every new assistant they've had in the past few months, but newassistant!gunwook thinks he might be the right man for the job. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this is a cute one :) gunwook is baby. gunwook is son. protect him at all costs. i've been wanting to write more for gunwookie for a while, but i was super hesitant to because i got a really freakish comment about the only small drabble i wrote for him. so five months later i'm ready to try again. please remember this is just a work of fiction and its crazy fluffy. i really hope you like it! also expect more writing from me this month-- i'm taking the rest of summer off from school so. i'll need to stay busy 😤

“President-nim?” A voice calling through the intercom on your desk breaks your concentration. You huff annoyedly as you lean forward and press the microphone button.

“What is it?”

“Your new assistant is here to meet you,” Secretary Lee responds cautiously. You groan; quickly shoving what you had been working on into the hidden compartment of your desk. Not another assistant.

Every Monday for two months now, a new bright-eyed young woman had walked through the doors of your office ready to kick-start her career as a company president's trusty assistant. And sure enough, by that Friday afternoon every single one of them had run out in tears; unable to handle the pressures of the job. Was that pressure almost entirely due to the fact that you had no idea how to do your own job? Unimportant, but--

“Annyeonghaseyo, President-nim!” A male voice shakes you from your internal monologue as you look up to find that a young man in a 90 degree bow has appeared in front of you. He looks up at you, his gaze drifting to your right hand.

You follow his line of sight to find a watercolor brush still in your hand-- dripping a bit onto your desk. Lifting up your desk compartment slightly, you toss the brush in with the others. You clear your throat a bit awkwardly-- smoothing down the lapels of your suit jacket with your fingers. “Annyeonghaseyo,” you mumble.

“I’m your new assistant, Park Gunwook,” he introduces politely, standing up straight. It’s now that you suddenly realize just how young this man appears to be. His face is round with youth and his lips resemble that of a baby chick. “I hope to serve you well.”

“When? After you get out of school each day?” You joke, brow furrowed in suspicion. “How did you get this job, huh? You look like you’re late for hagwon.”

Gunwook’s brow stays raised for a moment, but a surprisingly cheeky smile eventually creeps onto his face. “Couldn’t I ask you the same, President-nim?”

You exhale an unamused laugh. Guess this one thinks he’s clever. “I graduated two and a half years early.”

“That must look impressive on a resume,” he agrees genuinely with a nod. “Your father being the Chairman of the Board also must look pretty impressive on a resume.”

Stunned by this kid’s audacity, you just stare back at him.

“Nothing to be ashamed of President-nim,” he reassures, clasping his hands together behind his back. “I happen to know someone that works here, too.”

Figures. “And which one of those geriatric, good-for-nothing money bags on the Board is your daddy?”

“None of them,” Gunwook says with a smile. “Secretary Lee is my eomma. Might seem small, but a connection’s a connection.”

Secretary Lee hired her own son? After the way she’d watched all of the sobbing girls run out of the building screaming ‘I’M NEVER WORKING EVER AGAIN’’ each week?

What terrible thing had Park Gunwook done to be handed such a fate by his own mother?

You stand up from your desk and meet Gunwook at the front of it. Walking in a tight circle around him, you examine every inch of him curiously as he stands at attention.

“Um, President-nim?” He asks without moving a muscle. “Can I ask what you’re doing?”

“Absolutely not,” you answer, bending down to look at his dress shoes. They’re more than a few years old and definitely not a designer brand, but somehow... they’re condition is nearly immaculate. Not to mention, the black, thin laces are tied in perfectly symmetrical bows. Huh. It’s pretty uncommon for a boy your age to care that much about the tidiness of his shoes.

“Weirdo,” you mutter under your breath as you stand back up. You have to crane your neck a bit to look Gunwook in the eyes; not only is he quite tall, you also realized you’re standing a bit too close to him. Stepping back slightly, you take a seat on your desk-- crossing your arms as you glare at him.

“Something not to your liking, President-nim?” He asks, eyebrows raised in question.

You don’t answer. Instead, you ask a question of your own. “What makes you think you have what it takes to be my assistant?”

“I’ve been President of my class since middle school. I’ve placed in national debate competitions. I’m organized, responsible, and competent,” he responds confidently. But a little mischievous sparkle appears in his eye as he adds, “From what I’ve heard, those are qualities the President's office might need more of.”

“YA! Do you want to die, you little--...” As you threaten him, Gunwook has already gone back to his default polite smiling. “What’s wrong with you, huh? Don’t you know I can blacklist you for life with one phone call? Tell me why I shouldn’t--.”

“President-nim!” Gunwook interrupts your thought excitedly; pointing to a stack of papers sitting on the corner of your desk. “Are those spreadsheets that need executive review? I’m experienced in Excel if you're... too busy for them.”

You frown, picking up the papers in your hand and sifting through them. They are spreadsheets that need executive review. You’ve been putting it off for a week, because, believe it or not, you didn’t get a very spreadsheet-centric education at the fine arts university you attended. To think, you could be painting in your own studio all day every day. But instead your father wanted you to do something “sensible” and “respectable” that “made you worthy of receiving his estate some day”.

Not that you cared much about an inheritance. But at this point it was the least you were owed for sacrificing your life’s passion to goof off in an office for the rest of your life. It wasn’t like you particularly enjoyed being unhelpful or unproductive, but at just shy of twenty years old with a BA in Fine Arts... you hadn’t exactly been well-prepared for such an important job.

You look back up at Gunwook. He’s practically salivating at the mouth to get his hands on your routine paperwork. You hand him the stack of spreadsheets with a sigh: “Knock yourself out.”

Gunwook’s concerningly large hand snatches the papers from yours with lightning speed; hugging them to his chest happily. “Thank you, President-nim! I won’t let you down.”

You’re almost starting to believe him.

“Right,” you agree, chewing your cheek as you walk back behind your desk. “Well, you get to work on those and have them back to me by... Uh...”

You’re struggling to think of a reasonable time frame for the spreadsheet reviews to be completed, since you’d never once been the one to finish them. Gunwook sees this and answers for you, “Tomorrow at noon, I think you were going to say, President-nim?”

“Tomorrow at noon,” you echo with a frown. You’re not sure you like how familiar this kid was becoming with you already, but at least he’d been far more eager to do your executive work for you than anyone had been thus far. You’d know by tomorrow at noon if he was truly capable or not.

“And where should I put them for you if you’re not in your office, President-nim?” He asks thoughtfully.

“Oh, um,” you stumble, looking around for a good spot. You land on the thin drawer at the center of your desk and point to it. “In here is fine.”

Gunwook quickly walks behind your desk to see the drawer, stopping at a respectful distance. He reaches towards the drawer, but when you realize his fingers are pulling the wrong handle-- the top of your desk is already lifting open before you can stop him.

“Whoah,” the boy whispers in awe as he stares at the giant watercolor landscape painting you’d been working on for the last week or so. You both stand in silence for a moment as you watch Gunwook take in every detail of your latest work. “This is incredible.”

“Thank you,” you reply softly-- folding your arms across your chest uncomfortably at the compliment. No one had seen your artwork for a while now; even mentioning it in your father’s presence sent him into a spiral.

“If you’re this talented, then why--... Why are you the president of a tech corporation?” He asks, eyes meeting yours now. He’s curious and concerned and confused. When he realizes he forgot to speak formally, he bows in apology. “I’m sorry, President-nim.”

“Sometimes a 'connection' isn’t what you wanted,” you say after a moment, sitting back down in your desk chair.

Gunwook swallows from beside you, taking a few steps back to the front of your desk. “I’ll help as best as I can, President-nim. I’ll do my work so that you can do yours.”

You blink back at him, a bit speechless. “O-... Okay.”

He bows, another 90 degree one. “Should I get started on these then, President-nim?”

“Yeah,” you agree, nodding slowly. “Yes. That would be good.”

Gunwook nods. “Thank you, President-nim,” he says, turning and walking towards the door.

“Gunwook-sshi,” you call suddenly, causing the young man to let go of the door handle in his hand and turn around. His eyes are wide as he waits patiently for you to continue. “Why did you apply for this job? Besides the fact that your mother works here.”

The boy smiles, answering simply, “I thought I would be a good fit.”

You exhale a laugh, rolling your eyes. “We’ll see.”

Gunwook’s smile turns to a grin as he nods again-- walking out the door and closing it behind him.

The end of the work day comes surprisingly quickly (and it may or may not have something to do with Gunwook).

Okay, it has everything to do with Gunwook.

To your very pleasant surprise, the teenage boy had been your best assistant yet by a considerable margin. All in the span of six hours, he’d color-coded your weekly schedule, ghostwritten five urgent emails to executives from partner companies, brought you your lunch order exactly how you prefer it, and reorganized your entire desk for you all while you painted next to him.

He didn’t ask you any unnecessary questions or disturb your peace; he just did his work so that you could do yours. Just like he said he would.

The end of the day came so quickly that when Gunwook knocked on your door to ask you if you were heading out for the day, you thought he was making one of his insulting-but-somehow-also-charming remarks about your lack of presidential work ethic again. But glancing at the clock, you see that he’s right-- it’s almost 7 P.M.

“I’m actually gonna keep working for a little while longer,” you respond before you catch Gunwook’s eyebrows raise. “You can go home now though. You have to be well-rested for another day of high school tomorrow.”

He sticks his tongue in his cheek and smiles at the joke. “I actually go to university now, President-nim. Part-time, but still.”

You find yourself trying to picture what Gunwook would look like on a campus: a grey hoodie, jeans, and his hair flopping into his eyes. In another life, one where you had a different father, maybe you’d still be going to university, too. Maybe you would've run into Gunwook and been his sunbae instead of the Guinness World Records holder for youngest president of a national corporation. Would you have noticed each other? Would you have been friends? Rivals? Something else?

Returning his smile, you dismiss, “Have a good night, Gunwook-sshi.”

“Have a good night, President-nim.”

You work on your painting for another hour before finally gathering your things and heading out the door for the night. On your way out, you see Secretary Lee typing away at her desk. When she spots you, she grimaces nervously.

“Oh, President-nim,” she greets as you walk over to her. “I hope you’re not too upset, but I thought that my son could--.”

“Could be the best assistant I’ve ever had?” You finish for her; watching as her face relaxes at your compliment. “You were right. And you better keep up the good work, Secretary Lee: Gunwook-sshi would make a great secretary.”

Secretary Lee swallows and nods at the hint of a threat. “Understood, President-nim.”

You smile, starting to head toward the exit before your curiosity stops you in your tracks. You turn over your shoulder to call, “Secretary-nim?”

She looks at you expectantly; if not also a bit nervously.

“Why did Gunwook-sshi want to be my assistant?”

She considers for a moment before replying, “After your... poor luck... with assistants these past few months, I couldn’t help but think my son had what it takes to change that. He’s always been such an overachiever. But he wasn’t really interested at all at first."

“Why did he change his mind?” You ask; wanting to understand a bit more about the incredibly competent, but slightly odd assistant that showed up at your office today.

Secretary Lee laughs quietly. “Well, to be honest... He only handed me his completed application after...

... I showed him a picture of you.”

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eumppattv · 1 year

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐇

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I walked up the stairs, making my way to the small coffee shop located on the third floor of the Music Bank building. At first I had been angry at Chaeryeong for setting up this “meeting” with Gunwook, but as the shop comes into view, and the smell of coffee and sweets seeps it’s way through my nose; I start to feel at ease. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, and from what I had seen that cursed day on Weekly Idol, Gunwook was a sweet guy.

My thoughts were interrupted as my name was called. “Y/n over here!”, I glanced in his direction, seeing him already sitting at a small table near the corner of the room. He was smiling, and I found his oddly cute. He kept signaling me to come sit down, and so I obeyed. If I had to meet with the guy whose fans bullied me, I would at least try and have a good time. Plus, we had to go onstage later in the day for awards, so I could take this as a chance to squash any awkwardness between us.

The next twenty minutes consisted of us talking about our rise to debut, and sharing our concerns for the future. I found the boy to be easy going, and extremely nice. Despite his bigger build, he was cute, and it made more sense when I found out we were the same age. While we talked and drank our coffee’s, I envied that he could have so much fun, while I had so much pressure from my company to deliver. He seemed at peace with his fame, and while he spoke about his tight schedule, his appearance remained relaxed.

“You know Gunwook” I took the last sip of my coffee before continuing, his full attention on me. “I wish I could be more like you. Free of responsibility, fun and just overall alive. It’s hard for me, with us being only four members. It means any mistake is highlighted. And of course you know how that goes for me”.

He stayed silent for a couple seconds, lost in thought before he gave me a serious look. “I’m honored you think I’m all those things. Not to burst your bubble but, I worry so much I think my head is going to explode. I worry that I get overshadowed by my members, or that I’m not talented enough to keep up with them. I worry that I’m not enough physically and that it will affect the opportunities I get. And I especially worried when you went through a rough time because of me. But I will say, I’ve had much more fun here with you then in the last couple months”.

Could he see my blush? God I hoped not. I looked away, suddenly interested in whatever was outside the window. He chuckled, leaning forward into the table. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I just meant I liked hanging out with you, and maybe we could do this again.” I dares to look back at him, feeling my heart beat faster and faster. He was charismatic, too charismatic. “I would love to. I’ll let you know when I’m free”. I returned his smile, still hoping my cheeks weren’t too red. As if on cue, my phone dinged showing a message from the members. “I guess it’s time to go back” he said, also looking down at his own device. “Yeah..” To be honest, I didn’t want to go just yet- but I would never admit that. Still, it was time to return to the real world, where I don’t get my way.

“So, where were you?” Yuqi asked, raising her eyebrows. “I went to the downstairs store to get a drink” I lied, trying hard to keep my composure. “Hmm okay. Our stylist is waiting in your dressing room, so be quick.” I let out a sigh of relief as she walked away, feeling proud of my lying skills.

As I walked into the room, I wondered if I would see Gunwook on stage. Would he acknowledge me? I hoped he would, but then again I knew he wouldn’t dare to after his scandal. What was I even saying? I needed to focus on my job, not some boy I just met. I didn’t even know him, I had to be realistic. I just need to get him out of my mind, and get through the night.

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nintickleswitch · 4 months

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Strung in Her Web

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Characters: Annabelle Cane, Statement Giver OC

Word Count: 1965

Content Warnings: CNC tickling, bondage, arachnophobia (no spiders directly involved, but they are mentioned and Annabelle has spider-like features), implied NSFW

Summary: Statement of Marjorie Winters, regarding a... A really weird first date. F/F, monster bondage + tickling. enjoy :)

Statement of Marjorie Winters, regarding a... A really weird first date. Let's just call it that. Statement given July 21st, 2014. Audio recording by Marjorie Winters, per my request. Statement begins.

Look, I'm sorry. I know this isn't how you usually do things. But... When I got an ad for your Institute last night, I knew I had to tell my story. I'm not really articulate in writing, though, and I don't think I could tell this to another person with a straight face. So I'll just do the tape myself. Hopefully I've done all the formatting correctly. Anyways, I suppose I should begin.

I'm a database administrator. It's not exactly a glamorous career, but it lets me live in London without going bankrupt so I suppose I'm happy with it. You've got to understand though, it's an incredibly demanding job. You have to stay on top of everything to make sure it's running smoothly 24/7, which means weird schedules and constantly scrambling to fix outages. At least I get the choice of working from home most days, which gives me room to at least half enjoy my hobbies.

On the flip side, it means I don't really get out much to meet new people. I've always been introverted, so making the effort to trek to a bar or club has never been worth it for me. IT also happens to be a boys' club for the most part, and the couple of fellow trans girls that I do know live overseas, which is a problem when you prefer women. So you can understand with the pressures of having to keep everything under control and my lonely lifestyle, I needed something to cut loose for once.

I never really trusted dating apps, but it wasn't like I had much choice. It was that or go out and try to mingle in person. I ended up creating a pretty decent profile, with a few cute pictures of myself, my job and a list of my hobbies. I actually managed to get quite a few hits - some from male chasers, which I mean, that does happen, but most from women who seemed to be genuinely interested in me.

I didn't swipe right on most of them even then, as I was somewhat picky about people in general, but there was one woman who caught my eye. Her stark white hair complemented her beautiful dark eyes and eccentric outfit so perfectly, along with that elegant spiderweb dyed into her undercut. I was almost magnetized to her from the start. So I swiped right, and it turns out she'd already matched me. I was giddy from excitement, my hands almost shaking when I dropped her a line. My flirting was... Beyond awkward, let's say, but she took it in stride and seemed to find it rather charming. In the end, she dropped the location of a cafe and invited me to meet her there around mid-afternoon. Of course, I accepted.

You know, it's odd. I don't seem to remember learning that much about her. I know her name was Annabelle Cane. She was just as gorgeous in person as she was online, wearing a beautiful vintage tweed suit with a maroon shirt underneath. It turned out we both liked black and white movies and thrift shopping. She said she was a huge fashion enthusiast, being really fond of needlecraft and weaving in particular. She liked a bunch of cool bands I never heard of, and eagerly listened to me ramble on about my job and my life, never once taking those piercing dark eyes off me, like she was studying my every move to see what she should do next.

When she brought up that she played piano, I decided to be a little bolder than I was. I took her hand, and said I figured - she had the most elegant hands. At this, she broke into a wide smile. For a moment, I saw something strange behind the corners of her mouth - like something *retracted*. But I blinked, and it was gone. She stood up, and said her flat was just a 10 minute walk away from here if I wanted to see just how skilled they were. I couldn't believe my luck. So obviously I followed her, up to a modest little flat decorated in dark wine, purple and green hues, styled effortlessly just like the rest of her was.

She poured me a glass of red, and told me not to be so nervous. That she was going to take care of me. Now, she was 5 years younger than me, and a couple of inches shorter, but the way she spoke made me feel like I was down on my knees for her already. I hastily downed the glass, and before I knew it, I was in her bedroom. She pushed me down onto the bed, kissing me with a hunger I hadn't experienced in years. Her deft hands made quick work of my outer layers, leaving me just in my camisole and skirt, stroking and pinching me in ways that had me sighing desperately for her before anything had even happened.

Eventually, she pulled away with a wicked grin, and asked me if I wanted to do something a little more special. Before I could ask what she meant, she grabbed several lengths of silk rope from a nearby drawer. I'd written that I had a fair amount of experience with kink in my profile from my college days, and I was always down to experiment, so I hastily nodded. I lay down on the bed prone, with my arms raised above my head, waiting for her patiently and eagerly.

She started with my body, her hands working quickly to create an intricate pattern that I only recognized as a web when she was finished. It was as mesmerizing as it was complex, and the tightness of it underneath my chest, around my hips and my thighs made me ache for her touch even more. Her work continued with my arms and legs, securing them to each of the four corners of the bed. I could hardly move by the time she was done. My heart pounded in my throat like a caged bird battering itself against the gilded wire as she told me to close my eyes, whispering the safeword in my ear before leaving imprints of her teeth in the cartilage.

The stroking started off slow, sensual. By that time I gathered she liked being in control, and I relished in it. I could tell she was having fun by her pleased little hums whenever I squirmed too much, digging her nails in slightly more wherever I was particularly sensitive. She pulled light giggles and soft, delighted moans out of me, mapping out every inch of my body with her hands. Even when she intensified the pace, making me buck and squirm and laugh properly with her clever touches, I couldn't help but melt into her touch. Her nails caressed my chest, up along my inner arms, circling my stomach and the grooves of my hips, dancing along my inner thighs... I was in heaven.

In fact, I was so caught up in how good it felt to let go that I didn't even notice that something was definitely amiss. I mean, I did notice, but not consciously. Trying to cut through all of those mixed nerve signals was almost impossible in my state. It didn't click for me until I felt a fourth hand tracing the curves of my neck until I realized what the problem was. My eyes snapped open, expecting to see a second person she'd brought along without warning me. But that wasn't what I saw.

Kneeling on the bed in front of me was Annabelle Cane. It wasn't the woman I saw before, though. Her eyes... Oh god, you don't understand. She had so many eyes. Protruding from her lips were a set of vicious looking mouthparts, clicking and chittering with excitement. And where I once saw two perfectly normal arms, she had four more, their languid movements unnatural. Inhuman.

Believe me, I tried to scream, with all my might I tried. But the moment I did, it turned into cacophonous laughter when every one of those six, swaying arms descended on my prone body. And I realized I never knew what true helplessness felt like until that moment.

One set plunged its thumbs into the pockets of my hips, kneading there mercilessly. Another raked its neatly manicured fingers from my ribs to my underarms, scraping those hollows with what felt more like stiff bristles than nails. I was almost reminded of the bristles on a tarantula's leg. One of my exes was a real exotics nut, and he'd often try to convince me how cute and fuzzy they were, holding his prized pets up to me with a wide grin. But all I could see were those beady little eyes, watching me like they were plotting my every move - the same eyes that were now staring down at me with utter glee.

The last set wrapped around my knees, squeezing the caps and skittering its fingers along the underside. Occasionally, they roamed to my tight calves, the tender underside of my thighs. And all I could do was laugh. Do you understand? I couldn't - I couldn't move an inch. If this was normal bondage, I would have at least been able to squirm - she certainly gave me plenty of room to, but I couldn't. It was like I was hypnotized under some horrible spell, like a fly caught in her web, forced to endure the barrage of unbearable tickling torture.

So I laughed. And I wept. Once I got over the shock of it, I even remembered that she'd given me a safe word. But I didn't say it. Because I think the worst part of it was, I didn't really hate it. I mean, yes, I was begging for mercy, begging to do anything for it to stop, and I was petrified with fear like I'd never been in my life. But I just... I couldn't help myself, I guess. The rush that came with losing all that control, terrifying as it may have been. And she was gorgeous, and such a skilled domme...

When it finally, mercifully ended after what felt like forever, I was a wreck. My hair was plastered against my forehead, I was sweating like crazy. My body couldn't stop... Trembling. That was all the movement she allowed. All she did, leaning in close with those clicking mandibles and those dark, beady eyes sprouting from her forehead and her cheeks, was whisper a single word to me in a low, husky voice:

And I answered.

"Safeword?"

"Chelicerae."

"Good girl."

She leaned in for a kiss, and it was... God. Intoxicating would be the best word for it. At some point, she bit my lip, and I started to feel... Fuzzy. Sensitive, helpless. When she finally drew back, that was when I saw what she really was. Each of her arms a chitinous, segmented leg with those bristly little hairs all over that scratched and tickled like cruel little brushes. But it didn't matter at that point. I was all hers.

Statement ends.

I'll spare you the rest of the details. For my sake, and for yours. I think you know what happens next, and this statement is... Hardly appropriate for your archives at this point, I think. But I had to get it out there. Had to save whatever poor soul runs into her next. She's scheduled a second date with me at some contemporary art exhibit. I think I'm going to go. After all... I just can't help myself.

#tma tickles #tickle fic #tickling #tickle community #once again this is a kink fic do not look if you are not interested #minors dni

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gatorlovebot · 10 months

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I’m thinking of pup!ghost getting mindless little tasks from handler!reader, things he can easily succeed in, prove his worth with, like cockwarming you if you have one, letting you ride his face or cock while he just sits there, it gives him the knowledge that yes!! you do need him! he is worth something! but then again, he also enjoys having tasks he has to focus on more!! helps him prove himself even more to you! like cleaning off your boots with his tongue? giving you the best hand job/fingering of your life to help you de-stress? or more simple, domestic things, like helping you style yourself, or cooking you a nice meal for when you get home(maybe you’ll reward him by letting him cum, who knows?)

maybe I drifted off of pup!ghost and over to sub!ghost for a moment? but hey

moral of the story

big beefy testosterone filled simon “ghost” riley reduced to a subby little pup

i see some of bo's anons have made their way over to my inbox, thank you <3

but you and i are very much on the same wavelength here, dude. i've talked about it before but ghost puts a lot of pressure on himself to be useful and basically of service to you to prove his worth. the puppy dynamic changes things to your relationship, but it doesn't change that aspect of himself. the hard thing is to find things he can do for you while in puppy space because he goes nonverbal and has a hard time thinking about well, anything.

my puppy anon and i have come up with this idea of ghost having a bracelet he wears to signal that he wants to be/is in puppy space. i find it very cute to imagine you coming home from a long day of work to see him cooking you dinner. he also mentions that he laid out comfy clothes for you in your bedroom to change into. once you've changed and come back to the kitchen to see him making a plate for you and a bowl for himself you notice the bracelet is on his wrist.

it's essentially him taking care of you before he slips into puppy/sub space. he wants you to be well fed and comfortable, meeting your needs before you meet his <3

#puppy simon

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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Weak Spot - Chapter 8

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love

Synopsis: When falling in love is the easy part where does the difficulty lie? In a society where we’re defined by our job, it’s those little details as a relationship goes on that ends up setting a course for whether or not a couple can make it in the long run.

You dun know I gotta shout-out @morning-sun-brah for giving me the antiquing idea 💖

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

You: I need some kinda haunted object for my roommateiversary

Donatello: None of those things are real.

You: Yeah, but I bet you get what I’m talking about?

Donatello: Unfortunately, I somehow do.

You: So I was thinking about hitting some antique stores Saturday since the versary is Monday

Donatello: Considering those type of places close before the sun sets, I believe I can make time in my schedule.

You: Oh? I’m pretty sure I didn’t ask

Donatello: You can go alone then.

You: Wait!

You: Ugh

You: Keep your schedule open!

You: You insult my sacred traditions and then get all huffy! I should be the one upset!

He left you on read and you smiled to yourself. Leaning back at your new desk, you picked up the container that held your repurposed leftovers for lunch. The last two weeks had condensed a transitionary period in every sense of the phrase. On the work side of things, your company had opted for a complete restructuring of your department. Between the loss of your boss and the poor quarterly report, it made sense. They had essentially dissolved your whole floor and done a musical chairs of shoving people into rolls that were similar, but had shiny new titles. Besides the predictable adjustment period, things settled down. It had given you time to process your feelings and your new boss was so laid back that you had only seen him a handful of times even with the upheaval going on.

With Donatello, it had been a completely different case. The rest of the farmer’s market trip had passed in a lighthearted manner and you had blushed at the way he’d squeezed your hand in a parting. It was such a small thing, but opening the door to those kind of small affections had appeared to release a dam full of pressure within the man. He still had those staunch undertones, but the texts from him that followed held that same airy quality. You only had instinct to go off of, but it felt like you had breached something beyond just lifting the weight off his shoulders. You had a feeling you had unlocked another door amongst many that guarded the inner castle walls of his heart. It was in riding that excited high that you took initiative in rescheduling the ill fated date.

The curse unfortunately prevailed as Donatello had swiftly declined within an vague explanation about a new enterprise. Whatever it was, he projected it would take a couple weeks and all his nights. Before you had even finished reading his text, he’d sent his availability for lunch. Besides booking him for that next day, you teased him over how a date could be a midday affair. He staunchly refused to entertain the notion. For all his quirks, his severity when it came to the ‘official’ act of a date was unmatched. That was, until he approached you with his scientific method.

Last Week

Ready for a some tasty thai, you were met instead with an especially starched Donatello. He only appeared to be missing a clipboard as he turned to you and launched into what you would only later realize was an observation. Having not even managed a greeting, you were so blindsided that you missed a large swath of the introduction and only caught on as to what was happening when he posed a question.

“What are my touch limitations?”

It almost seemed rhetorical as he then slipped right back into an endless drone. You followed meekly as you were lead to a table by an extremely confused waitress. As soon as he took his chair, he only addressed her long enough to request his plate before jumping right back into it. You were sure your face was somewhere between awe and dismay. Unable to form an apology, the woman thankfully took it all in stride and wrote his entry down on her pad. She then shared a sympathetic look with you as you simply pointed out what you wanted from the menu. Her pen bobbed along with her head before she disappeared and you tuned back to find Donatello combing through how the experiment would be conducted.

It wasn’t that you were bored, but he had done nothing to prepare you for whatever was happening. His language was far above your pay grade and, though you had been growing rapidly accustomed to his genius, he had never applied it in this way. He usually was more adept at dolling out fascinating tidbits when prodded. This version of him gave no mind to who his target audience was. You wondered on it as you gingerly sipped from a water glass. Surely he would understand if you didn’t retain all this information so you continued to half listen until his tone ramped up. Noting that he was leading up to something, you checked back in just in time.

“Now, I am still doing minor tweaking, but I believe with these perimeters I can gather the most sufficient data.” He then placed his hand to the table. “First, I will be evaluating and recording each passing desire to touch you.”

Across from him you stopped where you were tracing condensation on your glass.

“Then, if you are so inclined, I would act on these while documenting my reactions.”

“Inclined…?” The word sounded foreign in a way that made you realize it was the first thing you had said all lunch.

“Yes, an offer would be extended and you would decide if it should be executed.”

“Oh…” You injected a downturned quality to your voice to hint at your confusion, but he moved on regardless.

“I believe imposing a maximum time limit to encounters would be advantageous in gathering as accurate of results as possible.” He then pushed up his sleeve to show a strange looking watch on his right wrist. “It’s arbitrary, but a minute should suffice.”

Sitting up, you tried to get a better look at the device, but he plowed forward in a way that allowed his coat to slide back into place.

“This and the following will be done for specific reasons which I will detail in a moment, but each graze must be followed by at least a 5 minute cool down period.”

He immediately dove into an explanation that involved heady psychological rationale followed by several citations of papers done on chemicals released by the brain when psychical contact is maintained. He talked about the scientists as if he knew them personally before casually dropping how he had a new full body monitoring system in place. You absolutely wanted to ask about that, but your food appeared you before you could get a chance. By the time you looked up, he was already describing the lengths he had gone to eliminate variables between polite bites and measured chews.

You could barely get your chopsticks to work.

The most disheartening thing was how many words he had spoken. Even if you narrowed it down to just the time since you had been served, he had said a collective more than the entire time you’d known him. In a small way you were pleased, he was obviously entirely invested and excited by this project. In another, you it felt like an exhaustive construct created to regain control. He’d regained some, but it clearly wasn’t enough. It made you wonder how long it had been since the last time he’d acted against his so-called will. Whatever it was must have been traumatizing for him to go to such lengths. It was as if he thought if he synthesized the sensations down enough, he could bottle them and store them away.

You just managed to grab the first of your glass noodles when he suddenly stopped. Following suit from the strange turn, you found him with a downcast gaze. His expression read little as he with his scientific mode was active, but the way he set his utensils aside spoke to the gravity of whatever was coming.

“I acknowledge that this is entirely selfish on my part.”

Setting your bite down, you watched him closely.

“It’s worse when you consider that you are the cause.” With a flick of his pupils, he seared a gaze into yours that spoke of a deep conscientiousness. “I do not mean this negatively and, for your part, I need you to be aware that you are in full control of this experiment.”

The emotional whip between dialog held your tongue.

“If you recall the second rule; all touches are to only be conducted under your clearance. I recognize that touch is of a reciprocatory nature and thus I even debated initiating second investigation that would have been from your perspective. I dispelled the notion quickly as it doesn’t appear to be something you struggle with. That being said, I felt compelled to consider an amicable trade-off.” He slowed and finally broke that burning eye contact to look off to the side. “You’re going out of your way for me and I would like to honor that.” His gaze swept back. “Therefore, after thorough contemplation, I’ve concluded that I only need a warning of your own needs to then prepare myself. I may still decline, but based on my experience and what you’ve said, that should be agreeable.”

Stunned in at least a dozen ways, you simply nodded in agreement and he resumed his talk by dipping into methodology. You picked at your food as he debated how to analyze the data and you got a to-go box while he mused about what conclusions he might pull. Exiting the restaurant and still wondering where all the time had gone, Donatello trailed off. You looked up with what you were sure was a helpless expression and heard him say something about an eyelash. Still trying to process information from at least 18 sentences ago, you tilted your head curiously.

His expression softened and he reached out to brush your cheek. Your brain shut down as he seemed to catch something with the tip of his finger and then trace along your bone structure until he skirted your jaw. As if activating a switch, your mouth fell open and the corner of his lip quirked into that near smile. Skin scorched from the line he had drawn, you felt as though your mind was treading water.

“I can assure you that the practice will not be as daunting as the explanation.” His hand retreated and he tucked it back into his person. “Take care getting back to work and I will text you.” With a civil nod, he then departed.

Present Day

Trickling out of the memory, you still scarcely recalled how you’d made it back that day. What you clearly remembered were highlights of the next three meetings. In a tight reel you watched all the times Donatello had peppered in small grazes. He’d been especially keen on touching your hands. True to his parting words, the experimental part of the exchange wasn’t something you saw. Surely he was logging a thousand things in his mind, but he did so without giving anything away on how it made him feel. You could only guess it had something to do with impartiality.

It left you, on the other hand, all the more flustered and completely unable to ask for any form reciprocation. It was all so new and exciting that you’d forget yourself. He already paid close attention to you, but now that you were a part of his study, it was as if you were the only thing that mattered. In paired with the little meaningful brushes in a way that sent you straight to Nirvana. Riding the joyous high was something you could have done for years to come save one glaring issue: whatever desire he had once had to kiss you had disappeared.

When you weren’t trying to emotionally recover from the way he’d thumb over your knuckles, you were keenly aware that he was still up to his usual slinky nature. He had no problem popping your personal space bubble at the slightest prodding. You could barely mention how good a meal was without him curling up beside you to see for himself. He’d joined you for a quick errand early this week and when you’d asked about which of a product was best, he’d quickly dropped his chin just shy of your shoulder to see from your perspective. The sudden intrusions of his face close to yours seemed to hold no larger meanings on his part, but for you they were everything. From the time since the experiment started, you felt as though you were barely surviving each encounter without pouncing on him. As excited you were for Saturday, you were just as worried. Though he hadn’t responded, you knew you were both on for the antique mall and it was bound to be a minefield.

You had spent a long time trying to sort out your feelings on the matter. You’d done ample research into touch adverse partners and applied reason every which way you could. What he currently offered sent your heart into a tizzy so it shouldn’t matter, but it did nothing to stop the loud voice in your head that screamed at him to finally seal his lips over yours. Scrubbing your face, you tried to blame it on the fact that you’d almost had a taste. In the same way he had, you needed to get it out of your system. The thought alone shot straight through your being and you cleared your mind along with your desk. Your half eaten lunch meant ravenous hunger later; for now you needed a good spreadsheet to sate yourself.

In what the ever growing weight in your chest knew was a cute show, he’d insisted on meeting you outside your apartment. You slipped out the door and tried to commit the memory of him at the foot of your stoop in daylight as a contrast to the soaked through stormy version you currently held.

He greeted you calmly and then backed up to make a show of the cab waiting at the street.

“Picking up where we left off?” You crooned as you skipped the steps down to him.

“Doing so would erase our last few encounters.” He moved towards the vehicle and opened the door for you.

“You’re being chivalrous today.” You chided and went to accept his offer.

He waited until you were passing him to respond by whispering in your ear. “I always am; you’re just too enamored to notice.”

You faltered on your descent into the taxi and scrambled to cover the move by quickly ducking to the far side of the backseat. Resisting the urge to go fetal in public, you opted for curling a fist against your abdomen to trap the dozen butterflies escaped there. Right out the gate he had initiated warfare.

It wasn’t clear he had any idea, but you could feel Donatello watching you.

“Where are we heading first?” You had to get another focal point going as soon as possible.

The cab rocked as he got in and closed the door. It then pulled from the curb in a show that he’d already informed the driver. “After considering the options you sent, I selected the most viable.”

“The second place, right?” The mild distraction acted as a balm for your achy heart.

He tipped his head in a sort of agreement.

“Did you figure out that work hiccup?”

“Negotiations are tedious. You can put forth the most thought into a plan and one greedy individual will spoil it.” The corner of his lips twitched and you realized you were staring at them with far too much intensity.

It had barely been five minutes and you were already losing the battle. “This one’s a long shot, but acquisitions?”

Instead of surprise, he took his time evaluating your guess. “Another facet one could say.” He then turned and gave you a pointed look. “I am my own boss, however.”

The cocky authority there was sure to be a put on, but you found yourself suddenly looking out the cab window. You could feel the artery in your throat pulsing and cursed yourself for falling victim to what was barely a joke. A chant of how you weren’t going to make it started up in the back of your mind and you almost wanted to call the whole meeting off. From where your hands had fallen into your lap, you squeezed them until nails bit into your palms. You needed to ground yourself. You tried to summon a semblance of logic to relieve you of your torment. You didn’t need a kiss to have him. Coming down the barest amount, you opened your lids from where they had screwed them shut.

You were still in the cab.

Donatello was still at your side.

Taking in more facts, you saw a something in the middle seat. Rotating your head just enough to glimpse it, you stared down at Donatello’s upward facing palm. His hand had been casually tossed in the gap while his head was thoroughly pushed toward the cab window. Instead of a verbal ask it was a physical offer. Gingerly lifting your hand, you made the slow trek and skimmed your index finger across one of his pads to make your presence known. He acknowledged it by flexing his fingers and you tucked your hand into the awaiting trap. It came up around yours before giving a reassuring squeeze. The move correlated directly with your ribcage. Your senses were flooded by a single word: comfort.

He had come so far from the thumb tap in the plaza.

As much as it pulled at your heart, you couldn’t help but think of how it all looked. From an outside perspective, you probably seemed upset or even ill. His staring made all the more sense. He’d put his faith into you to explain your situation if you wished. When you hadn’t, he’d reached out while still making sure to give you your distance by not addressing it further. It, paired with the earlier strain, created an odd vortex in the black hole that was now where your heart lay. Trying not to be swallowed whole, you picked up an approximate count of where the seconds were. A minute would soon pass and he’d let go. You’d come to learn just how much could happen in that short amount of time and tried to thin in out to appreciate it further.

Hitting 60 you loosened your hold to pull back. The cage of his fingers held strong and you jarred wondering how far off you’d been in your estimation. When more time passed and you were sure it’d been longer than the agreed amount, you gave his hand a little squeeze to translate the question. He responded with a pressure of his own. Still, his hand held firm.

Instead of the joy that should have held, guilt overwhelmed you. He was breaking his experiment for you. Knowing how much joy the process of it brought him crushed you. He had no idea what ridiculous reason you had for being distraught in the first place. If he knew you wondered if he would even have offered the anchor in the first place. Unsteady, you squeezed his hand with as much force as you could muster. He continued to refuse to look, but you could tell by the way his shoulders pinched that he was confused. He kept his hold steady all the way until the cabbie announced your destination.

Letting go only when he was forced to, Donatello paid the man and exited the taxi. He then waited with a breadth outside the door. You slipped out and felt the way he waited for you to initiate the excursion. Finding distraction in the task at hand, you tightened your shoulders before relaxing them as a means to release the tension. Bouncing back, you look at your companion with a tepid determination. “Let’s find something that will totally freak her out. I’m talking something that will give her nightmares if she happens to look at it in the middle of the night!”

His gaze seemed dull for a moment and then a softness came to his stoic features. “You make bizarre connections.”

“It’s supposed to make life more interesting, right? Instead, there this normalcy that I can’t seem to outrun.” You bobbed slightly as you started the trek to the store front just down the sidewalk.

He made a sound that said he understood and fell beside you. You thought he might reach out again, but when he didn’t, you reminded yourself that he probably long filled his overall quota. It made a sad sense that had you picking up speed to get to the door before him. You slotted the handle and opened it with a feigned bow to cover your downtrodden mood.

He played into it by refusing to regard you as if he were a king and you a servant. Amused and distracted by the action, you followed behind him.

He stopped almost immediately as he was clearly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of items packed into the single building. “We would cover more ground if we split up.”

“That’s true…” You held out the sentence as you marched straight towards the far left corner.

You could feel him trailing reluctantly.

“…Or we can make fun of this old stuff together?” You pointed at a sign where a ghostly man returned the gesture while touting his advertised beverage was good at any temperature.

Donatello reviewed the object with a bare grimace. “I refuse to believe that hot soda could have ever been refreshing.”

“Dark times.” You played along and moved along the display.

Donatello hovered close at first before catching on. He then made a show of pointing out a few withered objects of his own along with giving explanations of things you’d never seen before. Before you knew it, the two of you were going back and forth over which object would illicit the most fear. Around the halfway point you had a good showing between a doll with mismatched rolling eyes, a ceramic dog that seemed half melted, and a chick shaped egg timer with an especially foreboding stare. Donatello was in the middle of explaining an old plow part when you rounded a partition.

You caught eyes with something and stopped dead in your tracks. Behind you Donatello caught wind before slotting himself at your side. His chin hovered just above your shoulder in an attempt to see what had captivated you. You felt his lips move with a taunt before he caught it too.

Across from you both sat the oddest little astronaut man.

Bewitched, you walked out from Donatello’s hover. The little figure was nearly a foot tall and shaped with snowman type ovals. His suit plumped out around him and there was a display panel with a grey screen on his chest. His face was twisted up in a sort of horror and his little blue eyes were painted as if we were staring straight up. Part of the helmet carved into his cheeks and on his head sat an opaque metallic visor that shined in a rainbow of colors from the lights overhead.

“This is terrible…” You murmured with an odd glee.

At some point, Donatello had joined you and was staring at the figure with kinked brow.

“This is it. This is definitely it.” Coming in close to the shelf it was on put you at eye level with the figure’s boots.

Donatello’s arm extended past you and lifted a little tag. “It’s 10 dollars.”

“A steal.” You quickly responded, already imaging the horror in your roommate’s face. You could feel his eye turn on you to evaluate the strange aura you were putting off. With no time to decipher it, you reached up to touch what was rapidly becoming relic in your mind and stopped short as you reviewed the blank display. “What do you think this was?”

“Let’s see.” From where he was catty-cornered against your left side, his arm came up again. This time its twin joined from the other side and you were finally broken free from the astronaut’s curse. Now ensnared by Donatello’s body, you took quick note of how no part of him actually touched you. He lifted the figure off the shelf and brought it down near your chest. He then rotated it to look underneath the astronaut’s boots and found a screwed panel there. “Hold this for a moment.”

You reached up dumbly and the figure was relinquished into your care. One of Donatello’s arms retracted and you listened as his coat rustled with movement. The length of it brushed your leg and you had to remind yourself it was an accident.

“Steady.” He spoke clearly, his head slotting beside yours. One of his arms then ducked down to hold the bottom of the astronaut while the other came up with a tiny screen driver.

You blood pressure was steadily climbing. “Where’d you get that?”

“I use it to tune my glasses.” He responded as if it were a simply fact of the world and managed to remove a screw. The hand underneath came up to pinch the tiny thing and he then addressed the second one.

“You never did explain those…” You had no idea what you were even remembering at this point.

“That’s true.” The phrase seemed absentminded as the other screw came loose. He then picked the latch and exposed a battery pack. “There’s no corrosion; that’s a good sign.”

He gave an interested hum and replaced the cover without putting the screws back in. He then pressed a finger to the figure in a way of having you turn it over. You got about halfway before he created a counter pressure to stop you.

“There’s a seam; we’ll have to wedge it open to see what’s inside.”

The part of your brain that had the worried response about breaking open an antique disintegrated as Donnie turned his head inward by a small degree. It meant his breath was just barely cascading across your cheek and the kissing urge not only resurfaced, it took hold of your mind.

“Hold it tight.”

You must have done what you were told because he was transfixed by whatever he was doing. You could scarcely hear the sound of the screwdriver against the odd material of the astronaut, but it was a white noise compared to your companion. Twisting incrementally from where he’d caged you, you stared openly at Donatello’s profile. He was focused on his work and didn’t seem to notice you’d been hypnotized for the second time that day. You traced the mask and caught the faint branching of a scar that seemed to extend out from where his ear would be.

Why had you never noticed that before?

Warning signals went off and you ignored them in favor of examining his eyes. You had done so a many number of times, but he always distracted the process with a litany of other micromovements. With his attention elsewhere, there were no such hindrances and studied how his lids moved. His brow came down in a lovely way as he worked and you could see the faintest shake of the digital display in his lenses. His snout shaped down to his lips which had the barest wrinkle of concentration. Your heart buoyed under a wave, dipping down and then shooting right back to the surface. His skin had a captivating hue to it and the texture of which seemed similar to his hand. Though his features were sharp, the plump of his cheek rippled as something gave him difficulty. You were moving before you could register what was happening.

It felt like your vision blurred and it did as you pressed your lips near the middle of his jaw bone. The action itself was chaste and rapid; it felt like a lightning strike as you tried to snap right back to where you had once been as if you hadn’t violated a very clear contract.

The reaction was immediate.

Donatello stopped what he was doing and his eyes widened before he caught the move by the throat. He then slowly rounded on you and you watched the synthetic veneer fall in place as he did. It was all encompassing and even if your usual observation skills were available, you knew there was no way you could have deciphered anything there. “What are you doing?”

It would be so easy to say ‘nothing.’

It was just two syllables.

You’d have taken anything, but your brain had sputtered to a halt.

“Y/N.” He pressed.

You could count the amount of times he had said your name on a single hand.

What a useless fact to remember during all this.

“Hey.” There was a scolding quality to his voice and for whatever hellish reason, he leaned in closer.

“I-”

“You?” His narrowed gaze said he was mad.

Of course he was.

It made complete sense.

You had basically stolen from him.

He also looked impossibly pretty.

You were leaning forward again and your whole body surged to give into the motion. You lips hit the corner of his mouth and your momentum pushed you up to properly seal his. You could acutely feel every single muscle underneath you as a frown formed there. A knife was plunged directly into the black hole in your chest and it somehow had the ability to pierce it. The gravity there further collapsed in on itself. It hadn’t been long enough to know if it this would be enough dash your desires, but you were sure you’d never try again. Crippled by defeat, you completed the pucker and began the reel yourself in from the catch.

A loud clatter sounded.

The noise couldn’t penetrate the darkness swallowing you up, but a flash of wet heat and pressure skidded the edges of your mind. You tipped backwards and felt the line snap taunt. Donatello shifted and you realized his lips were still against yours. Taking your turn at being unresponsive, he adjusted his hold on you and renewed the gesture for a second time. You attempted to return it in a pathetic showing and he squeezed all the more. Another thought clicked.

He was holding you.

It gave you enough strength to push into the kiss. He accepted it with a massage of his lips and from where you had solidified, you were rapidly shifting to a gelatinous. He broke free long enough to kiss you from another angle and this time you were able to meet him with a closer form to what would have been your usual zeal. Forgetting the signals, your hands disappeared into his coat and you flattened your palms into his sides. You could feel the edge of his shell and hooked your fingers into the first wedge point. Scalded, he adding another layer of fervor which you were finally able to drink in. His arms moved from a crushing hold to cradling the back of your neck as he made the position more comfortable. You stepped in, desperate for just a little more contact when your foot hit something. It made a noise and was enough to surface him specifically.

He pulled away and you felt like putty in his hands. He glanced down and you became keenly aware that you were panting due to lack of oxygen. Still feeling the weight on your lips, you licked them and watched his darkened gaze snap back to you. His face then twitched before the look disappeared.

“Y/N.”

You wanted to apologize, but nothing came out of your mouth past the last vestiges of haggard breaths.

“I’m not sure how you’ll take this.”

The collapsing sensation reared its head from where it lie in wait.

“The figure is broken.”

It seemed abated and you wondered for a moment what he meant.

“We dropped it.” One of the fingers curled around your skull tapped into your hair to get your attention.

You blinked rapidly trying to bring yourself up to speed. “We…” A laundry list of memories before the kiss came back and your eyes widened. “Oh crap.”

He nodded and made sure you were stable before releasing you. You immediately sank down into a squat to review the damage. He observed from overhead as the seam he had been slowly jimmying was essentially cracked from its fall. Picking up the two halves, you slowly rose. He made room and leaned in curiously.

“Well if I wasn’t buying it before…”

He reached out and used a finger to pick at the wires within the mostly empty figure. “It appears this was an alarm clock. I can get it operational if you’ll leave it with me.”

“Nah.” You shook your head and waited until he retracted to try to put the pieces together. With needle thin fractures, the frame didn’t settle right. You were about to show it to Donatello, when caught a curious amount of surprise sitting openly on his face.

“You…” His head ducked down slightly into his neck as suspicion also flooded him. “… don’t want me fix it?”

“No.” You were pretty sure you’d been clear. “You can take a crack and humpty dumptying him? If it doesn’t work I’m just gonna duct tape it and that’ll be part of the charm.”

He carried his wary nature into taking the halves and pressing them together. Something snapped and for a moment both of you seemed prepared for the astronaut to crumble. Instead, something had connected and it now stood as one cohesive element again.

“You got it!” You took it from him where he was still put off and turned it figure over. “Now it kinda looks like something is trying to get out of his suit. Perfect!”

He remained quiet and you used the astronaut to gesture to the register.

“Ready?”

He nodded and surpassed you. Remembering what had just transpired, you held the figure close as you trailed behind. He was waiting by an elderly cashier who thankfully had no idea anything had happened. You paid, got a little satchel to easily carry the astronaut, and headed out onto the street with Donatello leading the entire time. Once you’d made it a few steps from the door, he steered off to the side and you followed. He’d at least given you enough time to prepare for what you assumed would be a hearty scolding.

“You aren’t going to change your mind?”

Looking to the side with a confused squint you turned it towards him to see he still held the mistrust in his shoulders. “About the clock? No, I honestly don’t care about that.” You tried to sweep your own worries away in favor of opening up your expression for him to search.

He did so immediately and scanned you for what felt like a lengthy amount of time. He then leaned back into a version of calm that held confused tinges as if it was something that had never happened before.

You wanted to press, but he seemed shaken enough.

“Alright.” There was a finality of his voice and he took on a perfected posture as a reprimanding teacher would.

You knew you hadn’t gotten off the hook. Shrinking down into yourself, you lowered your gaze in a way that made you feel very much like the student in your imagined scenario.

“How long?”

You didn’t bring your eye up and wondered how rhetorical he meant it. “I’m sorry…”

“How long have you been holding back?”

Eyes widening, you realized he hadn’t taken your apology the way you meant it. Still partially stuck in your imagination, you weren’t sure what he’d meant even though he’d already clarified. “What?”

He waited in silence.

You took a chance to look at him and he appeared even at first glance. As you searched his face there was a disconcerned quality to it that you couldn’t place.

“I don’t…?” You wished you had paid more attention.

He seemed put out and shifted his weight to one hip. “The kiss.”

He said it so casually that you felt the word fan the embers in your cheeks.

“You were possessed.”

The gust picked up so quickly that instead of spreading, it put the fire out completely.

“You’ve also been upset since we met which appears to be related when you account for your reaction when I didn’t immediately respond.”

The char felt like it was hollowing you out and you wished to simply turn to ash.

“I had no warning. How was I supposed to?”

The guilt poisoning you shifted with a sudden grief as you realized there was a chance he’d only kissed back to calm you down. Earlier models of him made that an impossibility, but after he’d broken his own rules to hold your hand in the cab, you weren’t so sure anymore. Your vision grew unsteady as your refusal to blink caused tears to thickly coat your eyes.

“What is going on with you?” He reached out a finger and pressed it to your forehead to get your attention. “Acting withheld, brooding, and I’ve seen that look before. You’re assuming the worst without discussion.”

His voice was thick with disappointment and did nothing to calm you.

“I’m sorry. I can’t-” You choked, finally allowing your lids to close and cutting off the chance at an overflow.

With your sight cut off you felt the way his finger pulled back before pushing into your forehead once again. “What can I do?”

You shook your head and took a tiny step back to get away from his touch.

“I don’t understand.” There was a grit to his voice.

“You don’t-” It was another false start and you winced at it before balling your fists to try again. “I asked for too much and now…”

You weren’t sure what to do.

If only you could give it voice.

“What have you asked for?”

You hadn’t; that was the problem.

“Didn’t we agree?”

“I took too much.” You clarified in a small voice.

“What?” The hoarse quality was one you finally categorized as growing distress. “Is this regarding the kiss?”

You forced out a nod.

“I returned it, did I not?”

“Exactly!” The force of the sound brought your eye up to him.

He met your declaration with utter confusion.

“Like in the cab…?” Your voice grew smaller with each passing word as the expression didn’t leave his face.

He seemed caught on a response until his brow wrinkled. A throaty hum of irritation came out of him and he closed his eyes as if it took great effort. When he brought them open, he made a stern face that barely masked an undercurrent of worry. With a careful show he brought both his hands up to your face. You flicked a wounded gaze from them to him. Slowly as if persuading a wild animal, he tucked his fingers around your neck while each thumb held your jaw. “I implore you to stop whatever is happening and explain why you’re upset.”

The deep ache swelled up until it reached your eyes. Your vision swirled and in it you saw a mix of troubled purple and green. A distant thought reminded you of his umbrella confession. It was enough to make you swallow the tears down in a great show of force. When you returned from the journey, you found him tracing a small circle along your jaw line. “I tried. I tried so hard to get past the kissing thing. I know you… had already moved past it, but I… couldn’t. I struggled and you’re always getting so damn close and teasing me and I like it. I do; it means so much that you would want to, but I wanted to do right by your experiment. It was getting harder and harder and when you purred in my ear before we got in the cab, I thought I was going to explode. Then you broke your rules to comfort me and while getting to hold your hand for so long was great, I felt terrible that I made you do it over something so…. So…”

His thumb stilled. At some point you narrowed in on his chest and couldn’t pull your gaze away.

“But I could distract myself. I’ve been doing a pretty good job of that, but there you were. Always so fucking close, right against me, but never quite there…” From where your features were pulled taunt, they relaxed as an upsetting realization came to you. “Kinda like how you are in general. Just outside my reach and I understand. We’re different and it’s neither of our faults, but still I lost control and-” You grimaced and wished to turn away but his hold was warm. “I pounced on you and, yes, you returned it, but it felt like… maybe it was for the wrong reasons. I don’t want you to do it just because you think you should or you’re trying to… I don’t know! Please me?”

You gave a little sigh. The heft of the weight hadn’t left, but it had been redistributed.

“I think…” As if scanning him for lint, you did a final sweep before allowing your gaze to raise back to him. “That’s everything?”

A stern look was waiting for you.

He was silent until it was near maddening and the only thing that kept you from giving in to the nervous energy was again his hold on your head.

Then he blinked and you realized he hadn’t in a long time. “We lose control in very different ways.”

You might have laughed at that being his first response, but you also weren’t sure how to take it.

“I believe a portion of blame falls on me. I have not been clear in sharing my results and the…” He looked away and the creasing of his lips made it seem like he was swallowing a sort of chuckle. “…evolving nature of the situation.”

You stared at him dully at first and then with growing suspicion. “Do you think this is funny?”

“A little bit, yes.” He allowed the corner of his mouth to turn up. “You continue to stubbornly care for me in a way that subverts my estimations every single time.”

Indignant, you pursed your lips.

The smile grew a little more than you had ever seen it and he dipped down. Using his hold to angle you he pressed a quick kiss into the pucker before retreating to his original position.

“You-” Staring wide, your mouth stepped in to fill the gap where your brain had left off. “Evolving nature?”

“I can’t imagine the sick clinging that some New Yorkers force others to look upon and I don’t believe my ascertains were wrong. I need notice, but I believe this study has revealed something very different from the hypothesis I posed.”

A tepid amusement continue to waft off him as you searched his face in an attempt to recall what exactly that was. “Your… limitations?”

His thumbs squeezed up making your cheeks squish.

“So is that a conclusion or something else?” You didn’t remember enough from your science classes to recall.

“You are an outlier.”

You knew a vague definition of the word, but the way he said it seemed to express it a way you weren’t sure of. “An outlier?”

His levity fell for just a moment. “I realize I never actually got you that book on statistics.” He clicked his tongue. “Two things in one day if we include the analysis of my glasses. I’ll be sure to rectify that.”

“Okay…?”

“Yes, well, it is a data point that significantly differs amongst others in observations.”

You managed a nod through his thumbs.

“I, for now, won’t get into the whys, but essentially, under certain conditions, it may be excluded from a data set.”

“You’re taking me out of the experiment?” The phrase got out of you before its meaning reached your ears. Fear sparked but a quick squeeze from Donatello smothered it.

“The opposite.” He leaned forward but stopped just shy of the point where he would have gone out of focus. “I was going to give it a few more tests to be sure, but I had come to realize the experiment didn’t serve you because of it.”

You had an idea of what he was getting at, but you were afraid to give it voice.

“You’re novel.” He swept his gaze over you in an appreciative way. “Not an error; this would be considered an exciting statistically possibility.”

You squirmed and reached up. He gave you a nod and you gently took hold of his wrists to stabilize yourself.

“I was distracted by the intrigue and did not voice this, but then, I was not alone. That brings me to your portion of the blame. You did not exercise your control over the experiment or voice your needs.”

“Can you blame me?” You mumbled sheepishly.

“Yes. In fact, I am, right now.”

You tried to squeeze his arm, but he seemed unaffected.

“Need I remind you…” He trailed off and straightened up out of your space in a way that caused you to let go. You thought of voicing your concern, but he continued to move. One of his hands left your neck and you lost track of it as the other slid around to the base of your skull. It’s grip squeezed tight suddenly and your body reacted by seizing into the spasm. His other arm reappeared to clasp your lower back and dip you back further. He then poured himself over you until he crushed his lips into yours. A meek sound squeaked in your throat as you gave in. He deepened the kiss until the point where your spine began to complain and then he pulled back to laud over you. “You’re the one that decides what you’ll offer. Otherwise, I will take until there is nothing left.”

He had a haunting looking in his eyes that glinted with an unfathomable greed and you saw the fringes of his retreat. Even though you had no leverage, he hadn’t captured your arms. You moved them as quickly as you could to catch him and tug him back. He was thrown off just enough that when you mashed your lips against his, you rocked into the movement enough to part them. You then slotted your tongue in the space, swiping it over his bottom to give him the option to break away if necessary. He chose to crush your body to his and when you licked into him, you found his tongue waiting. In a tangle you were both moving, desperately trying to get enough of the other.

He only allowed the intensity to go on for a few more moments before, in a maddening display of control that you were sure was just to show you what he was capable of, he pulled away. In contrast to how you were utterly wrecked, he released you and set himself as if nothing had even occurred. Hunched over in a way you imagined a goblin and with your hair surely messed beyond fixing without a brush, you tried to muster a glare at him but only succeeded in a drunken smile.

He was either immune to it or still gloating because he simply offered you his hand. “Want to go to those other stores?”

You took it and became aware you didn’t know where your purchase was. You found it by your feet and caught the handle of the bag. “Donatello doing something without purpose?”

He gave a mock sigh as if to mourn his past self.

“Yes, by the way.”

In a perfect rotation, he spun around and did a gentle tug to coax you along with him.

“Is that…” Your free hand trailed up to press the tender plump of your lip. “…something we do now?”

“Must you ask it like that?”

“I’m just trying to set my expectations.”

“It is available, yes.” He gave a huff.

“But not all the time.”

He passed you a narrowed gaze. “Insatiable.”

“No!” You pulled on your connection, but he kept it steadfast. “You said that thing about PDA!”

He seemed unconvinced. “If it can be avoided, I would prefer we do so. Otherwise, I urge you to check with me so I can both be ready and to avoid something like this happening again.”

You nodded thoughtfully and the reality of everything was awash in every inch of your skin.

“Six days.”

“Huh?”

“Our date will be in six days, next Friday. I will finish my business using any means necessary and, if you are available, I’d like to meet at least one more time before then to complete a those last few tests I mentioned.”

“I should check my calendar…” Pretending to think about it, you felt the way Donatello glared at you. “I guess I can make it.”

He was still displeased as he looked ahead. “Pencil me in as you see fit.” Disdain dripped from his words, but you caught something in the wording.

You stopped walking and he seemingly didn’t notice until the tether pulled taunt. “Wait, are you saying…?”

“You’re more excited about this than finally having your date?”

“Not mutually exclusive!” You joked.

He gave you a tug.

“Donnie.”

He didn’t stop, but his speed slowed slightly. “I reserve the right to veto.”

“That one?” You tried to glimpse his face, but he turned it away.

“I have not invoked anything as of yet.”

It was almost too much. The negative feelings from the start of the day no longer seemed real in comparison.

“I am curious about one thing you mentioned earlier.”

“Yeah?” You chirped, trying to resist the urge to swing your conjoined hands.

“You say I’ve been teasing you?”

You blinked. “Yeah…?”

He gave an affirmative noise and you looked up to find you could finally see his face. There was a cocky quality there as if he had been given something he shouldn’t be in possession of.

“Oh.” The syllable popped out of you audible.

“Good to know.” He cast that smug look down on you and ‘wicked’ no longer seemed severe enough to describe him.

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