#reaching to what. my cup of coffee? im not even using my torso!

[winterbirb]

I feel like I'm missing some unspoken social rule where everyone pretends the editor of Vogue, who chose the theme, was only being a bit cheeky and Totally Didn't Expect there to be protests outside the Gala, nor did it have anything to do with the Vogue staff's planned disruption that the editor definitely knew about.

Like, those protests were extremely predictable. But I think there's a persistent idea that people involved in "high-class" affairs are fundamentally different people than the Good Poor People (us). That's the only scenario I can think of where it makes sense that someone could choose this as the theme and then write about the short story and then also not expect to be touched by protests. Come on.

[basilly]

stay | cc!dream x fem!reader

alternate title: daddy dream

summary: after your son finds dream in your house he suddenly thinks dream is his dad, who are you to break his heart?

genre: fake dating to lovers | fluff to angst to fluff

note: i wanted to write something for dream so here we go! your son's name is cyprus <3 this one is super long im sorry, but SO worth it

pronouns: she/her | fem!reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: use of 'mom' and use of 'clay' , swearing , implied one night stand

edited by: @jschllatt

"MUMMMMM!"

you jumped up, startled awake by the sudden screaming.

"cyprus? wait a minute- CYPRUS?"

you flung the sheets off your body, shaking the blond laying beside you.

"clay- clay get up!'

your voice was in a harsh whisper, hurriedly flinging a t-shirt over your body as you moved around the room. clay groggily turned over, wondering why he was being awoken so abruptly.

"what?" "cyprus is home- i don't know why but you need to MOVE."

the little pitter pats of feet became louder. you quickly dashed out the door, engulfing the little man in a hug. his blond tufts tickled your cheek, tiny arms wrapped around your torso.

"MUM!" "hey cy- where's your babysitter?"

at that, cyprus' babysitter, niss walked in.

"i'm so sorry y/n, cyprus insisted on going home and he escaped from my grasp. before i knew it, he had put in the pin and barreled through the door."

you shot her a sympathetic look, knowing how much of a handful cyprus could be. at that moment, clay had groaned again, bothered by all the noise.

"mum? what was that?"

cyprus tried to peek around your shoulder, but you quickly shut the door.

"no one honey, why don't you go unpack all your stuff from your bag, okay?" "okay!"

you stood up once more, searching around for your wallet. cyprus, although curious, listened to you. niss snickered from beside you, watching cyprus run off.

"nice shirt you got on there."

you look down, heat rising to your face. you had thrown on the first thing you could reach, which also happened to clay's black t-shirt. it was quite oversized on you, draping loosely around your figure.

"well i wasn't prepared for you guys to come back early, alright?"

you handed her the money, before beginning to make some coffee.

cyprus, on the other hand, fished his shampoo out of his bag. he enjoyed using your tub in your bathroom, so often his soaps were over there. he walked over to your room, somehow staying out of yours and niss' line of sight.

twisting the knob, cyprus dropped the bottle at the sight of the mysterious man in his mother's bed.

"cyprus? what was-"

your eyes widened as cyprus stood in the doorframe, jaw open. luckily, dream had put on a pair of sweatpants, but he was still tired. so, he laid in bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. he looked up, realizing what had happened.

"oh, hello-" "mum, is that-" "oookay- i think we should shut that door."

you shut the door once again, crouching down to cyprus' level. you pinched the bridge of your nose, unsure how to even EXPLAIN to cyrus who clay was.

"cyprus, that's-" "my dad! that's dad, right?! he has the same blond hair like me and he is sharing a bed with you! that's what mums and dads do right, share a bed?" "yes, but-" "I HAVE A DAD!!"

cyprus started running around, fists in the air. he whooped and cheered while you stayed crouched there, frozen.

'what the hell just happened. . .'

niss stood in the kitchen, watching the whole thing go down with a smile and a cup of coffee in hand. she tilted the cup up, finishing it before placing the cup in the sink. she grabbed her bag, waving lightly at you and walked out the door.

"good luck! see you later!" "NISS COME BACK-"

she was gone.

you sighed, waiting for cyprus to calm down. well, now you suddenly have a huge problem on your hands. cyprus bounded up to you, a large smile on your face. his big doe eyes stared at you, as if ready to plead with you already.

"can i talk to him? please?"

you felt awful inside. you were lying to your son but you couldn't break his heart. he was so excited to finally have a father. cyprus' biological father had actually left before cyprus was even born, no contact or support. he had been wanting to know about his father for a while, but you had simply pushed him off, waiting to tell him until he was older.

"ahh i don't know, he's not feeling well. maybe i should go talk to him first, you can watch some cartoons, okay bud?"

cyprus pouted but he knew better. he walked over before turning on the tv to the children's channel.

you stood up, opening the door to your bedroom. closing the door behind you, dream sat at the edge of the bed, feet planted onto the floor.

"everything okay?"

you sigh, playing with the hem of your- or his shirt.

"so. . . i think i got us into a little situation." "which is. . .?" "so my son saw you- and he thinks you're his dad." "and you told him i wasn't, right?"

the silence had told him it all. you avoided his eyes, finding the bedframe much more interesting.

"y/n- i'm not his father. you're going to have to tell him."

your voice cracked, although you were unsure why.

"i know- i just don't have the heart to tell him. the kid's gone through so much without a father, he's been waiting and i can't tell him no." "then what are you going to do?"

he pushed off the bed, unplugging his phone from the nightstand beside the bed and slipping it into his pocket.

"can you just- pretend to be his dad? just for a little bit before you can, oh i don't know, go on a realllllly long trip? then i can tell him the truth and you won't have to deal with any of it." "are you sure that this is going to work?" "yea, i know my kid. i'm going to have to break it to him eventually, i just want to give him some joy. i'll even compensate you somehow-"

clay stood there, studying your face and figure. he only sighed.

"okay, i'll do it. but i don't want anything in return." "wait- are you sure?" "yea. if he does somehow end up in the media though there isn't too much i can do with the crazy stans." "i doubt he will- i will try to keep him out anyway."

he only nodded, rubbing the back of his head.

"so what am i supposed to do right now?" "well i guess you meet him and we could go get breakfast. . .? and get ready."

dream crossed his arms, smirking at you.

"y/n i'm going to need my shirt for that."

you flushed once again, pressing your forehead against his chest.

"right, right, let's hurry up."

a little over ten minutes later of freshening up and mentally preparing yourself, you opened your bedroom door. emerging with dream, cyprus immediately whipped his head towards you, bounding towards dream.

"DAD!"

he caught his legs into a hug to which dream responded with an affectionate head rub.

"hey bud, good to see you." "you're here! why were you gone?" "i was on a really long trip bud, i'm only here for a little bit and then i'll be gone again." "you even look like me! look- mum we'e both blond!" "i see that- this is clay, cyprus." "we even have names that start with 'c'! i love him already!" "cy, have you eaten yet?"

he shook his head no, arms still wrapped around dream. you hoped he wouldn't get too attached. soon enough, dream would be out of his life.

"let's go out for breakfast then." "okay!"

untangling his arms from dream, he raises his arms up towards him. dream had seemingly flipped a switch, immediately sweeping cyprus in his arms before ruffling his hair.

"you're a big boy huh, eating properly for your mum?" "yup!"

little giggles filled the air as you walked out of the apartment and your stomach felt bubbly.

maybe this won't be so bad after all. . .

---

the next couple days had been smooth sailing, although there was a small shift in routine. dream would stay over a couple nights, going back when necessary. apparently, his roommate, sapnap, had been informed about the whole situation.

or as dream says, went like this-

". . . and yea so i probably will go back and grab some stuff and then be gone for a couple days." "clay, when i said don't get the girl pregnant, i didn't expect you to speedrun it and also get a child."

cyprus, of course, enjoyed all this time. anything dream said or did, he hung onto it. it was kind of cute to see the two of them sitting together on the couch watching football or dream wiping the sauce off of cy's face.

it didn't help that cyprus happened to share the same dirty brown locks that dream did, giving them a resemblance. dream was being the perfect stand-in father, caring for cyprus, cleaning up, cooking- if his skills were good enough for it, and even paying for things.

you had even played the part of 'loving parents' even though you weren't actually married. everytime dream left to his home for more items- or even left the room, a small kiss had been pressed to your forehead or cheek.

currently, you had been in the bathroom getting ready for your work meeting in about an hour. you smoothed down your blouse, almost ready. niss was about to come and pick up cyprus while your meeting ensued.

or she was.

*ring*

"hello?" "y/n- i'm SO sorry but i don't think i can make it, an emergency came up." "niss- who am i going to get to cover for you? i have a meeting in less than an hour!?" "i know, i feel awful but- maybe ask the lady next door??" "that woman is my last resort, she cares more about her cats than cyprus." "then- i don't know, dream?" "i would hate burdening him-" "ok i got to go! bye!"

and she hung up. you let out a sigh, unsure what to do. finding dream's profile, you hit the call button. setting your phone down on the counter, you brush through your hair.

"y/n?" "dream- hi sorry, are you free today?" "free? how so, cuz if you wanted to see me you could've just-"

you scrunched up your nose, trying to suppress the heat arising to your cheeks.

"OKAY not like THAT but- i have a really important meeting today and cyprus' babysitter had an emergency. can you watch cyprus for today? it's only for a couple hours." "yea sure, i'm free today." "oh thank you so much, i know this isn't really a part of our deal but-" "hey don't worry about it, i don't really mind. i'll be home anyway." "thank you again, i can drop him off in a couple minutes and he's going to have everything he needs so don't worry about anything." "alright, see you soon."

hanging up, you walk out to the main room where cyprus sat colouring in a workbook.

"ready to go bud?" "isn't niss going to pick me up?" "small change of plans bud, niss is busy so i'm going to drop you off at clay's." "wait i'm going to dad's?!" "mhm, it'll be for a couple hours and you need to be on your best behaviour."

you don't even know if he had heard the last part, cyprus hurriedly tugged on his shoes instead. he was so excited, you could tell from his body actions, now jumpy and bubbly.

one short drive later, cyprus was dropped into dream's arms.

"yikes bud, that's a heavy bag, why don't you go put it down?" "okay!"

you turn towards dream, who wrapped an arm around your waist. he tugged you against him pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"he's not in sight- no need to act." "what? i can't show some appreciation to my baby mom?" "uh huh, like he's your real son."

you broke away, crouching down with your arms out.

"okay cy, i have to go! do you want a hug?" "bye mum!"

you briefly hug him before dashing out the door.

"alright bud, what do you want to do first?"

---

you never heard of the end of that day. cyprus raved for DAYS about spending the day at clay's and meeting 'uncle sapnap'. he went on about these great stories of the sword fights they went through and hiding around dream's house. you could recall every detail by heart of his stories by how often cyprus mentioned it.

"mum can i go to dad's?" "not today bud, we have to start planning your birthday party, remember? he's also coming over tonight." "oh yea!! dad is coming to my birthday, right? and uncle sapnap?" "mm we will have to ask."

cyprus' birthday was rounding the corner and you had to prepare yourself the most. if dream ended up going, then how were you going to explain to your family that cy suddenly has a dad? especially after they saw you wrecked when your ex left you alone and pregnant.

maybe i'll ask clay about this. . .

---

"a birthday party? in here?" "why not-" "it's too small in here, why don't we have it at mine?" "yea!! let's have it at dad's!" "cy you have sauce on your mouth still- go wash it off please and let me talk to clay." "okay mum."

you shift your body to dream who sat besides you, sipping on a glass of water.

"i can't just ask you to have the party at your house, it's perfectly fine to have it here." "but i'm OFFERING- it won't be much of a problem, i want to pay for everything. just leave it to me." "you've already done so much-" "i'm not taking no for an answer."

you sigh, knowing there was no winning in this discussion.

"more importantly, cyprus always has a bunch of family over for his birthday- and after his biological dad left, i'm not sure how to even explain or anything, really." "mmm- well we can just avoid their questions." "what if they corner you- or me?" "i'll stick by you the entire time. be a 'devoting partner', don't worry about it."

you sigh once more, slumping your body to lean against his.

"you're right." "i always am." "you wish."

you swat his arm lightly as he let out a laugh, causing the corners of your mouth to turn up.

---

you knocked on the door of clay's tan coloured house, the bright blue door contrasting the rest. gift in one hand, cyprus' hand in the other. dream had seemingly gone all out, a balloon arch adorning the front of the house and lawn decor.

"cyprus! the little birthday man is here!" "uncle sapnap!"

the door opened. emerging a cleaned-up sapnap and dream.

"well i don't think he's little anymore, the big guy is five now." "dad!" "and you must be y/n, clay- and cy, of course, has told me a lot about you." "likewise, glad to meet clay's roommate."

"oh my god look at all the decorations!!"

dream really had the whole place decorated head to toe. balloons were everywhere, banners hanging left and right. all you needed was some confetti and the whole pace would be entirely covered.

"alright, let's get this party started!"

just like dream had said, he stuck by you the entire time, either an arm wrapped around your waist or slung around your shoulder. he had honestly given off the perfect adoring father image, watching out for cyprus when needed, making sure he didn't hurt himself.

he spoke eloquently to your family, you were sure they all adored dream. they laughed at all his little jokes, smiled at him. you swore they liked him more than you.

"y/n didn't tell us they were even dating you clay, she must've been trying to hide this gem from us." "i think it's the other way around, i try to keep y/n all to myself."

he pulled you closer to him, your face embarrassed and flushed. you could only mumble, looking downwards.

"mom please, you can stop gushing over him." "i can't help it! even cyprus loves him and calls him 'dad', cyprus needs a father figure in his life."

dream sensed your discomfort and fear, your body tensing with every word.

"i'm glad cy sees me like that, i love seeing him and he's really grown onto me. sorry, but i think you have to excuse us, we are going to get the gifts, i think sapnap was really excited to show his to cyprus."

he led you away and towards the gift pile. he released you from his hold before facing you and pressing a kiss to your head.

"are you alright?" "yea, i'm sorry my mom was getting after you."

he picked up a couple gifts, signaling sapnap over to help.

"don't worry about it."

you suddenly noticed how many presents there really were. there had to been at least fifty.

"wait a minute, how do we have so many gifts?" "i may or may not have gotten him a lot." "clay-" "i couldn't help it, okay. i wanted to get him a lot." "he's going to like you more than me at this point." "good."

you send him a playful disapproving look, causing him to break out into a wheeze.

"i'm just playing, you'll always be the most important person in his life for raising him."

"IT'S GIFT TIME!"

---

at this point it had been a couple months into your little scheme and cyprus had quickly grew attached to his routine. he began to spend more and more time with clay and sapnap, especially after sapnap gifted cyprus a kid's sized skateboard. the two of them had been teaching cyprus how to skate, with the proper attire and padding of course.

it did give niss more of a break, allowing her to rest and take more time towards her med school. today was one of those days but you had work, unable to join cyprus at dream's house.

dream had also planned to stream that day, leaving cyprus in the hands of sapnap for a couple hours. so with his door shut and locked, or so he thought, he calmly went on to streaming.

"tommy you need to move." "but dreammm, i need your help!" "i'm not helping you-" "DAD!" "wait what, dream you're a dad?"

dream whipped around in his chair, muting his mic in the process. chat and tommy were going insane, wondering who the child was and why he called out 'dad'. cyprus had run in and somehow the sound of the door was drowned out by his headset.

"look at my drawing!" "it looks great, cy- but what happened to uncle sapnap?"

all the alarms went off his head. he wanted to keep cyprus out of the fandom's view, as a part of his deal to you and to protect him.

"mm he fell asleep on the couch!" "okay well, can you go out there and wake him up? i have to do some work, alright bud? you can't come in here." "okay. . . can you play after?" "sure, i'll play with you after, how does that sound?" "okay!"

dream guided him out, making sure to lock the door this time.

ahh sapnap- you're going to have to start paying rent after this. . .

---

"so. . . did you explain?" "no, not exactly. i just ignored it but maybe i'll just tell them i had family visiting or something."

you chewed on your lip, unsure what to do. the two of you sat across each other at the kitchen table, warm ceramic mugs in hand.

there is one option. . .

no.

you didn't want to resort to leaving but maybe it was for the best. cyprus has grown really attached and if dream disappeared, then you wouldn't have to deal with the fans or the lying any further. this was already agreed upon, so what was the harm?

"do. . . do you think we should end this?"

dream's eyes widened, he wasn't expecting that. flashes of memories glossed over his eyes, the little moments of watching you and cyprus run around, teaching cyprus how to skate, all the 'family' meals.

he fought down the urge to shout no. he knew this would come to an end soon, so why did his heart ache? casting a sideways glance, he quietly responded.

"if that's what you think is best."

there was no response from you. the air that was once comforting had become tense and awkward.

inside, you don't know what you were feeling. was it regret? hurt? sadness? or all of the above and more?

why hadn't he refused? wait- no we agreed on this at the beginning and i shouldn't think like that.

"how do we do this?"

dream looked down at his reflection in his mug, index finger twirling around the edge of the mug.

"i think a week. let cyprus know i'm leaving so he prepares himself. then i can say i'm going on a long trip and i won't be back." "sounds like a plan."

---

the next week was full of silence. no longer did laughter spill out of yours or dream's lips, instead replaced with fake smiles and awkward laughter. cyprus tried to cling onto dream as much as possible. he was strong for a young child, trying to hide his sadness.

"alright cyprus, we have to say goodbye to clay, he's got to go now."

the tears began to leak.

"i'm going to miss you dad." "i know, i'll miss you as well bud."

dream lifted cyprus into his arms, letting him silently cry into his neck. dream felt his own eyes get glossy, whispering soothing things to cyprus.

you watched, your own nose starting to run. upon hearing your sniffles, dream moved towards you, pulling you into the hug. he rested his head on top of yours, letting the silence sink in.

"okay, well this is it, i have to leave or i'll miss my flight."

you pulled away, letting him put down cyprus. cyprus immediately dilently demanded to be carried by you, to which you obliged. he dug his head into your neck, cheeks still wet.

"bye cy, bye y/n."

dream came for one last kiss. one on cyprus' cheek and one on your forehead. your eyes fluttered shut, forehead burning but you kept the tears at bay.

and with one swift motion, the door had shut. he was gone.

softly, cyprus spoke.

"mum?" "yea?" "will dad come back?"

no.

"i'm not sure sweetie."

---

after a bit of silence and hugging, you had to prepare and move on for the day. niss was coming to pick cyprus up again and you had work.

*knock knock*

"hey niss." "woah, is everything alright?" "cyprus might be down today, dream is gone."

cyprus had then walked in, bag in hand.

"oh- did you ever tell him that clay isn't his dad?" "NO! HE'S MY DAD!"

startled, you guys turned towards him.

"oh cyprus, dear- i'm sorry." "you're lying."

his eyes became puffy and red, once again the waterworks was in place.

"cyprus, i'm not lying. clay isn't actually your dad-" "NO! I HATE YOU!"

he dashed off, leaving you standing there. your heart shattered. he had never screamed at you like that before.

this was a mistake. i should've told him from the start.

"i'll go get him, you head off to work."

you gulp nervously, nodding your head before heading out the door. you were going to have to give him space.

---

"cyprus, come on, let's go out."

niss tried to coerce cyprus out of his spot, hidden under blankets in his bed. the five year old's sniffs could be heard loud and clear. the shake in the fabric signaled a no.

"we can go wherever you want. how about that?" "wherever?" "mhm."

slowly, cyprus dragged himself out, latching his hand onto niss'.

"alright here, put in the address cyprus, i have to take this call."

he nodded, pressing his little fingers along the screen of the car's gps.

"okay! here we go, sit in your carseat!"

niss blindly followed the gps, trusting cyprus picked some sort of park or restaurant.

"look cyprus! that plane is really close, it's like it's land. . .ing?"

she looked around, realizing she was driving into the airport.

"cyprus? why are we in the airport?" "to find dad!" "what??"

she pulled to the side of the drop off zone, turning back to look at the smiley child.

"okay cyprus, i know your mum told you that he went on a flight but he's not here." "he will be!" "what?????"

he opened his fist, revealing a small device.

"cy, what is that?" "dad gave it to me! he said when its an emergency, to push the button." "but it's not an emergency cy, and he probably won't come." "he has to! he promised."

before niss could react, cyprus had unbuckled himself and stepped outside.

"CYPRUS!"

well shoot, y/n is going to kill me.

---

your phone rang, niss' profile right on top.

"hello?" "y/n- we are at the airport." "what?"

you froze. staring at the clock, you started gathering your items. scooping them up into your arms and into your bag, you ran to the elevator.

"no time to explain but cyprus is trying to find clay." "i'll be right there."

---

"clay, you need to get up." "why?" "why? because you've just laid in bed for the entire morning, we need to eat."

sapnap stood leaning against the doorframe, unimpressed with dream’s response. suddenly a sort of alarm sound came from dream's phone.

"what the hell was that?" "it's my emergency device i gave cyprus- he might be trouble."

dream jumped up, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his head in a rush. sapnap watched in confusion.

"I GOT TO GO- SEE YOU LATER!" "bye?"

---

you hastily parked your car, slamming the door as you got out. your mind was running a million miles per minute as your feet clicked against the concrete standing area. you swept your gaze around, searching for cyprus or niss.

“CYPRUS? NISS?”

of course it was rush hour. you had to weave in and out of people, leaving you out of breath.

‘how am i going to find them in a huge crowd?’

you continued to speedwalk, head turning ninety degrees in every direction. through the gaps of people, you noticed a familiar backpack.

“CYPRUS!”

he turned around, seeing your face. fear set into his bones, from your anger and guilt from his previous screaming. as you ran towards him, he tried to move away, but too slow for your much longer legs.

you held onto his arm and held him back from going any further, seeing niss run up.

“so sorry y/n, i didn’t think he would know to go here-” “cyprus, what were you thinking?”

you crouch down, looking into his glossy eyes. arms by his side, he tried to look away.

“i don’t want dad to leave again. I want him to stay.” “oh- cy i know, i do too but it’s too late.”

“then why did you tell me you wanted to end it?”

an all too familiar voice was heard from behind you.

“DAD!” “what-”

standing up, dream stood behind you. messy haired and face slightly puffy, but out of breath, he was there. cyprus broke out of your hold, running to him. dream immediately picked him up, pressing a kiss into the tufts of his hair.

“don’t leave me again, please.” “i won’t, i’m here for you.”

tears from both boys were mixing in pools on the floor, while you stood there. niss nudged your arm, gesturing towards them.

“well? aren’t you going to join them?”

dream set cyprus down, pulling you into a tight hug. he buried his head into your shoulder, tears stained your shirt. you hadn’t even noticed you were crying until you felt his shirt was damp on your cheeks. you wrapped your arms around his torso, rubbing small circles on his back.

he pulled away before gently placing his hands on your jaw and placing a kiss on your lips.

“h-how are you here?” “cyrus had an emergency button, although i didn’t think he’d use it for this.”

taking a glance at cyrus, he only had a cheeky smile. you sighed, rubbing the top of his head before leaning into dream’s chest. dream’s voice rumbled from talking, picking up cyrus with his free arm, the other around your waist.

“so? what now?” “i think- you’re here to stay.”

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[fairyoftbz]

childish fear | l. juyeon

⚔ pairing: stranger!juyeon x single mom! fem! reader ⚔ genre: fluff ⚔ wc : 3.2k ⚔ tw: none ⚔ a/n: im so sorry it's been so long but my work keeps me super busy and i hate my unposted fics that i wrote in the past, hence my absence. i promise to come back here asap!! <33 ⚔ requested: no

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“Mommy, where are we going?” your daughter asked for the nth time as you guided her foot by the ankle in her shoe. Her tiny hand leant on your shoulder while you fastened the Velcro straps and zipped up her jacket, walking out of your apartment to the corridor of your floor. She watched you locked the front door and sliding the keys in your handbag before grabbing her hand to the elevator.

“As I’ve told you, we’re heading to a coffee shop to see Uncle Kevin and Jinseon, remember?” she clapped in her hands as if she just learnt the news, despite her asking this question over five times since she woke up. You forgave her because she was at the age where she would find everything fascinating and barely pay attention to what you said. You chuckled and shook your head with a smile as her curious eyes observed the elevator, touching the mirror and gasping at the coldness of it under her palm. It was almost guaranteed that she didn’t listen and will ask again in a couple of minutes.

��Where are we going?” here we go again, her tiny voice reaching your ear above the roaring motor of the bus. She grabbed your leg as you were typing something on your phone with one hand, the other gripping the metallic bar as tight as possible as your daughter was not the most balanced child.

“Baby, I’ve told you many times that we are going to see Kevin and Jinseon at the coffee shop because Mommy and Uncle Kevin have to do something for work,” you looked at her with stern eyes, something you always did when she wasn’t paying attention.

“But why aren’t we going to their house? It’s so big!” she argued, and the bus doors opened, quickly sliding your phone in your back pocket and jumped out of the bus with your daughter in your arms.

“Uncle Kevin wants to change the interior of the house, so people work there, and it’s not safe for them and us to meet there. But I promise that we’ll go back there soon!”

“I won’t be able to draw with Jinseon?” you shook your head from side to side, and your daughter pouted, nuzzling her face in your neck.

“Not at his house, but maybe he brought a colouring book like yours today!” you exclaimed, and her mood lifted instantly, getting all giddy and happy to share her passion with her best friend.

Pushing the door of the coffee shop, you were instantly met with a reassuring warmth and the good smell of coffee, placing your daughter back on the ground as you lined up to order. The place was quite busy, but you were right before the time people were fighting to get a table.

“Mommy, this table!” she asked and pointed her little finger towards a table near the window, her little topknot moving on her head as she looked up at you.

“Good choice, baby,” you said, and she grabbed your hand again, noticing her gaze shifting to something scared. You frowned as she went to stand in front of you, her hands gripping your thighs as she stared up at you.

You asked for your usual order and a strawberry smoothie for your daughter, who happily giggled when she saw the sliced fruit inside of her transparent cup. She laughed and ran to the table you had agreed on occupying, her little hands pressed on the seat as she hoisted herself alone on it.

A few minutes after giving your daughter her pens and colouring books, your phone rang in your back pocket, getting you out of your bubble of focus as you stopped typing.

“Hello?” you said, and your best friend’s voice reached your ear.

“Hi Y/N, I’m really sorry to warn you only now, but I won’t be able to make it with Jinseon.” A wave of disappointment flooded your heart, but you didn’t raise it.

“Oh my. Did something happen?” you asked as your daughter was too busy colouring a monkey pink to even hear what you were talking about.

“Thankfully no, I uhm… I forgot that my in-laws invited us to a five-star restaurant today,” he said, and you bitterly chuckled, feeling sorry for him as you knew the exhausting relationship he had with them.

“Sounds fun,” you sarcastically said as you heard him sigh on the other side of the phone, “don’t worry, we can always meet up another time.”

“Won’t Chunae be disappointed?” Kevin asked, and you emitted a laugh, quickly looking to the side as someone at the table next to yours drew a chair.

“I’ll handle her, don’t worry about it. Have fun with your most favourite people in the world, then!” you sarcastically said, and you heard him sigh.

“Thanks, but I’d rather die than witnessing my mother-in-law brag again about the new diamond necklace she bought and lie on how she’s not close to bankrupting,” you giggled and winked at your daughter, amused by the situation. That was what you got to have your stepson handling the family accounts and his best friend as an assistant counsellor. You both could see her lie to everyone, and it was funny.

“Try to make her understand that you know she’s lying in front of everyone else and see how she reacts,” you suggested and heard him gasp at your words.

“I beg you Y/N, can you please schedule us an appointment so I can ruin her?”

“Of course,” you opened another tab on your computer, typing and clicking on a few things to finally get to your best friend’s schedule.

“You can tell her that she can come on Friday at 1 pm to discuss about her financial state. I just sent her an email,” you announced, and Kevin sighed, imagining him biting his lower lip and clutch his fist in satisfaction.

“You’re the best. I gotta go now,” you took a sip of your drink and wished him good luck before hanging up.

“M-Mommy?” you heard your daughter whisper, barely making out her words as the coffee shop music and the hustling was quite loud. You smiled, but it immediately vanished as you saw her scared state, pen lingering on the pages of her colouring book. Her eyes were drawn to the table next to yours, her mouth trembling from time to time, close to crying.

Following her gaze, you noticed a man around your age and immediately understood your daughter’s fear as you took in the sight. The man was scrolling on his phone, his white t-shirt hugging his broad shoulders and slender torso perfectly. His biceps flexed each time he swiped up his finger on the screen or took a sip of coffee, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. You weren’t going to lie that he was super handsome, but something else couldn’t go unnoticed in your eyes.

His tattoos.

He was covered in them. Your eyes could scarcely spot some natural, intact skin. Arms, forearms, chest and neck, only his face remained untouched. His jet-black hair was as dark as his eyes, yet they still held something soft and human in them. A thin nose with plumped, pinkish lips, it would have been almost impossible for you to guess that he had tattoos all over his body if you only saw his face.

You found him quite attractive to say the least, but it was quite the opposite for your daughter. She found tattoos terrifying, only accepting the small, hidden ones Kevin had. Her eyes welled up with tears, and you gently called her name, gesturing her to come closer. She jumped out of her seat, carefully going around the table from the opposite side where the man was sitting and walked towards you.

“Baby, those are just tattoos. You see what you draw and colour in your books with Jinseon? This man decided to do it on his skin because he likes drawings too!” you explained gently as your daughter couldn’t tear her gaze off the man.

“But it’s scary,” she mumbled, and you shook your head, gently cradling her cheek.

“Do you find the drawings on Uncle Kevin’s skin scary?” you asked, and she disagreed, finally looking up at you.

“It’s the same for him. Like Uncle Kevin, he decided to get them on his skin because he likes the shapes and colours. Do you understand?” you smiled as she wiped her teary eyes, nodding, trying to look confident. But you knew your daughter, she was still scared.

“Do you want to switch seats with Mommy?”

“No,” she said in a frail voice, and you kissed her cheek while rubbing her back. It was always the same. Bizarrely, when she feared something, she wanted to stay close to it as if she was determined of getting over her irrational fear.

Chunae walked back on her seat and resumed colouring, her gaze looking to her left from time to time. You smiled and stared at your computer again, getting distracted by the man as well, but not for the same reasons as your daughter.

“You’re a mother Y/N, don’t let those stupid thoughts get inside your head,” you closed your eyes and mentally slapped yourself, heavily sighing as you answered some emails, focusing back on your work.

You were so concentrated on your tasks that you didn’t even notice what was happening in front of you. Chunae became terrified as the man caught her staring, his eyes transforming into crescent moons when he softly waved at her. Her eyes widened and started colouring faster, her nose almost touching the paper as if she wanted everything around her to disappear. It happened once, twice, but she remembered what you always told her; never talk to strangers. So when the young man whispered a small ‘hi!’ to her, she panicked and called for you.

“Mommy!” she got you out of your work bubble, and you stared at her from above your computer screen, fingers still typing on the computer. Your hands stopped when you noticed her little forefinger pointing at the man, whose chocolate eyes were quick to shift to yours.

Shit, he was really handsome.

“What is it, sweetpea?” you asked and lowered your computer screen. “I’m sorry for her behaviour, she's not usually like that,” you said, grabbing her hand as you sent an apologetic smile to the man.

He shook his head with a smile. “Don’t worry about it, I get it. She’s still quite young,” you were sized by a shiver when two sets of white, perfectly aligned teeth almost blinded you as his mouth stretched into a bigger smile.

“I’m five!” she said, pouting, crossing her arms on her chest, staring at the table with furrowed brows.

The young man’s eyes widened, and pursed his lips, trying to hold back a smile as he acknowledged her stubbornness. You puffed and rolled your eyes at her behaviour, noticing with a smirk that she was still glancing at his tattoos.

“What’s your name?” he asked after looking at you, asking for permission. Your daughter’s unsure eyes stared at you, and you nodded, allowing her to talk to him.

“Ch-Chunae,” she answered, and his mouth transformed into a surprised ‘o’, letting out a small gasp.

“That’s a very pretty name, I’m Juyeon,” he said, and your daughter blushed, a veil of shyness appearing in her eyes as he held out his hand for her to shake it. You smiled as he indirectly complimented you for choosing her name, his gaze softening as she timidly grabbed his hand. Her eyes couldn’t help but scrutinise his tattooed hand with attention, making the man smile fondly and brightly.

“I have drawings all over my arms, do you want to see them?” he asked, keeping a great eye on you to see any sign of reluctance. Or maybe it was for something else, but you didn’t need to know about this.

“But they’re scary,” she said, and Juyeon whole-heartedly laughed, drawing the sleeve of his t-shirt to the top of his shoulder.

“Look at this one,” he said as he twisted his biceps, noticing a dragon spitting fire and your daughter’s eyes widened. He then turned his forearm to show her a dolphin near the crook of his elbow, smiling as he watched your daughter’s expression change as she saw all his tattoos on his arms. She was now mesmerised by the tattoos, the gentle, deep voice of the man explaining to her as she stared at his inked arms.

“Do you wanna colour this one?” he asked, finger showing the rose on the back of his hand.

“Really?” Chunae was surprised by his question, and Juyeon smiled at you, your daughter already grabbing her red pen.

“You really don’t have to,” you embarrassingly said, but the man shook his head, resting his large hand in front of your daughter, who pushed all her belongings to the side.

“If that can keep her quiet while you work, I don’t mind,” he stated, and you raised your eyebrows, a grateful smile drawn on your face.

Colouring the red rose ended up inking the poor man’s entire arm, who had a lot of patience and discipline when it came to children. Chunae went over the line with her pen a few times, only to have him reassure and praise her to continue when she started feeling guilty.

“Oh no!” she gasped as her hand clumsily went over the scales of the snake circling his forearm, Juyeon chuckling before wetting his thumb to erase the misdrawn ink. “It’s okay, it’s okay, keep going,” he said in a gentle tone, smiling at your daughter as she was looking for reassurance.

You had told him a few times that he didn’t have to stay the entire day only here to occupy your daughter, but he genuinely was alright with that. He looked almost happy to talk with you and your daughter since you had stopped working a few moments ago to exchange a few words of politeness with him before heading home.

“Chunae, finish your smoothie before we go home,” you said, and she obeyed, nodding as she placed her pen down and started sipping on her drink.

“I’m really sorry for this,” you gestured to his arms, but he was quick to cut you.

“Ma’am, it's okay, please stop apologising, I gave my agreement for her to do this. You seem like busy parents with your husband, I’m glad I could help,” he smiled, and you frowned.

“H-Husband?” you asked and Juyeon’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“O-oh? Wasn’t it your husband on the phone?” you shook your head at his words, only to have him purse his lips in utter embarrassment. “Sorry for assuming,” he said, the tip of his ears turning pink just like his cheeks.

“It’s okay, it was my best friend. I’m actually a single mom,” you explained, and he nodded, his features expressing admiration.

“Wow, you must be super strong then,” he said, and you blinked a few times, discerning something sad appearing in his eyes as he stared at your daughter. It was inappropriate and way too intrusive to ask him about his reaction, so you just offered him a grateful smile.

“I have to admit that it’s not always easy being alone in this, but with a bit of discipline and organisation, you can manage to make it work!” you tried to enlighten the mood, and Juyeon laughed along, but his smile had lost its splendour.

He cleared his throat, and you stood up, your daughter being finally done with her smoothie. You helped her place her pens in the pouch before clearing your belongings off the table, Juyeon standing up as well.

“Will I get to colour your tattoos again?” Chunae asked, and you looked at her sternly, but Juyeon laughed and smiled, gently ruffling her hair.

“This only depends on if your Mommy wants to see me again,” Juyeon crouched down to her level and made sure to get her hair out of the way before zipping her light jacket up to the chin.

You were taken aback by his answer, looking at him in the eyes. Vaguely smiling, he stood back up and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, thumbs playing with the belt loops as he waited for your answer. You breathed in heavily as you stared around you but in his eyes, trying to find an excuse.

“I mean… why not?” you eventually said, and his face brightened, his ears going pink at your answer. You grabbed your daughter’s hand as she was about to run to Juyeon and walked to the exit of the coffee shop, not believing what you’ve just agreed to.

Meeting a man? After your ex? With all the work and busy life that you had? Were you crazy?

Juyeon held out the door for you, and you thanked him, your daughter now almost best friend with the man she feared when he appeared. You sighed and replaced your bag on your shoulder, offering a soft smile to the man.

“Is it okay if we wait a bit before all of... this? I have the deadline of a big project that is coming up next week and it has a considerable influence on the future of my career, I really don’t want to mess it up,” you explained, and Juyeon nodded, his hand going to your bag to shove your key ring back inside since it was falling out.

“It’s more than okay, I’ll wait as long as it takes you to finish this and be ready to meet up with me,” he said, and your mouth fell open, surprised by his attitude. The last man you dated and loved unconditionally dropped the family he had created with you for a career abroad and another woman, his words and behaviour offering warmth to your broken, lonely heart.

You got your phone out and took Juyeon’s number, a relieved smile painted on your face. Maybe not all the men were as selfish and nasty as your ex.

“Call me if you need anything. It can be help, someone to look after her, comfort. Whatever you need, I’ll try to help you out as much as I can,” he said and rested a hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing it.

“Thank you,” you said, and he nodded with a smile.

“Good luck with everything,” you beamed and waved at him, your daughter imitating you as you started walking to the bus stop, hailing the vehicle as it was approaching.

Juyeon walked in the opposite way to the small parking lot in front of the coffee shop, his leg swinging over his motorcycle. He sat there for a minute, watching you get on the bus before the doors closing behind you, holding his helmet in hand. You were a busy, ambitious woman, you had set your priorities high, and you were not going to change them for a man. He was a bit scared of committing to a relationship with a busy woman and a child, yet that didn’t prevent him from wanting to get to know you and finding you attractive. He loved it even if he was a bit anxious about getting hurt, as it happened in his past way too many times to his likings.

His gloved hand moved side to side as the bus drove past him, your daughter on your hip as you both waved at him. The smile you had plastered on your face reassured him, hoping that you would give his heart a break and not break it.

[defcravings]

show me -  | im changkyun

wc: 4.4k

genre: suggestive with sexual mentions

synopsis: y/n is a makeup artist on changkyun’s ‘god damn’ MV shoot, when the rapper takes a sudden liking to her; she becomes more involved in the shoot than she anticipated. 

pairing: changkyun x reader

5am was not the ideal start time for y/n, especially in the cold and with no coffee. In hand carrying 5 alarmingly large cases of makeup and costume through the staff entrance of the set for the shoot; silently assuring yourself that you ‘would get coffee or so help her god.’ Being the first one here you flicked on all the lights and threw down the cases of makeup that were slowly making you feel like your fingers were going to fall off- with a clatter on the table you exhaled and rubbed your now very sore fingers. you loved her job as a makeup artist, but it was hard to like it this early in the morning; and once again, without coffee. 

you began shoving boxes round the room to clear space for the fitting and hanging the clothes up on the railing beside the mirror until you heard a familiar voice singing a very joyful ‘good morning y/n.’ You flashed a look in the direction of the door to see Jules, the head stylist in her puffy jacket (which looked like it would swallow the entire 5ft1 woman whole) duffle bag on one shoulder and gripping 2 cups of what looked like Starbucks coffee.

You stood up throwing your hair back behind your shoulders, taking the cup from Jules who extended it towards you. ‘You ready for today?’ Jules questioned, taking a sip from the cup she hugged in her hands. ‘I am now’ you said gesturing to the coffee you’d been thinking about from the moment you sat in the car on the way here. ‘Thanks for filling in by the way, Soo was really worried about leaving us without a makeup artist but her little one is really sick. I really owe you one’ Jules chuckled, setting her jacket down and picking up the makeup case and opening it. Soo was the whole reason you got into makeup, she was the head makeup artist at the company you worked for- granted you were a little nervous to be deemed ‘head makeup artist’ for the day, but with her daughter being as cute as she is, you could forgive her for being ill. ‘No no it’s fine, call it even for the coffee’ you smiled rolling out the makeup brushes.

A few more members of the team came into the studio and began to help you set up. 8am rolled around and your client was expected to arrive anytime, in the meantime you went over the makeup brief and sat on your phone scrolling aimlessly. ‘Morning everyone��� a deep voice said from the doorway. Your head whipped round to see the unfamiliar face smiling towards Jules. His black long hair draped over one eye; as he stretched out his arms to hug the little too excited Jules. ‘Oh good morning love!’ she sang, grinning from ear to ear. ‘Changkyun, this is y/n’ she said extending her arm out, gesturing towards you who was now stood up, coffee cup in hand for comfort. ‘Soo had to look after her little one, so y/n is going to look after you today. she’s well on her way to being head makeup artist’ Jules sang like a proud mother. You just stood there and chuckled at her. Changkyun paused for a moment, looking you dead in the eye before slowly putting his hand out for you to shake. You uncomfortably swallowed before shaking his hand back and gave a closed mouth smile staring him back in the eyes. ‘Nice to meet you, y/n’ he replied slowly, with a hint of sultry. His eyes dropped slowly over your body, not unnoticed, but somehow not unwanted. Hands still touching, Jules clapped, pulling you both back into the reality of being in a room with other people. ‘Shall we get you changed then?’ Jules said, ushering Changkyun over to the clothing rail. You began to feel your ears burning red and your hands run cold. He knew exactly what he was doing. And my god, it was working. 

Watching his take off his jacket while Jules held up countless outfits against his chest, deciding which one would capture the concept of the shoot. After much deliberation they settled on a mesh shirt with a beige jacket over the top. Changkyun cast a look over in your direction where you leaned against the makeup table trying to act as casual as you could; as he pulled his oversized black shirt over his head revealing what can only be described a the body of a god. his gaze never leaving your’s. your breath hitched as his shook his hands through his hair; leaving everyone in the room making noises of approval and gawking at his body. ‘we need to draw the tattoos on you before we put this one though’ Jules said hanging the shirt back up and looking over towards you. ‘y/n do you want to get started on that before we dress him? just do whatever you think would match the theme’ Jules continued, Changkyun smirked, knowing exactly how this was going to go. 

‘oh, okay yeah.. um, come sit here’ you said awkwardly motioning over to the couch that was placed in the middle of the room. he flopped down spreading his arms over the back of the sofa, as you slowly walked over; tattoo pens in hand. you couldn’t even bring your eyes up to meet his yet you could feel his stare casting itself over your entire body. suddenly wishing you wore a bigger shirt. softly you pulled the cap off the pen and cleared your throat, desperately trying to look him in the eye but failing miserably. ‘so um.. I was thinking, maybe something on your neck? is that okay?’ you uttered quietly, playing with the cap of the pen to ease your nerves. ‘I like that.’ changkyun replied, his gaze still running over your upper body. somehow it didn’t feel like he was talking about the tattoo. ‘okay.. can you um just..’ you trailed off as you gently turned his face away by his jawline and shuffled in a little closer to get a better handle on his neck. you cold hands touched his warm skin, immediately repeating the feeling of blood draining from your face as you placed the pen on his neck. your eyes flicked over to the mirror that faced the couch; where you saw changkyun looking directly at you, smirking as he saw your eyes meet. your heart felt like it was beating out your chest, becoming very worried he could hear it the same as you heard it in your ears. 

around 10 minutes passed and you’d finished the first tattoo and you moved onto the next one; on the upper side of his bicep. this job was becoming a bit of a gift and a curse. the rest of the staff carried on organising, which should have made the situation feel much more relaxed, yet it didn't seem to make any difference, you still felt like your heart was about to burst out your chest. until he spoke. ‘do you have any?’ he murmured. you almost didn’t hear it. you shifted your eyes from your work to his face to see if it was directed at you. his dark gaze was staring back at you, taking you by surprise. ‘any what?’ you murmured back at the same level, looking back at his arm. ‘any tattoos?’ he responded. you swallowed slowly, how on earth did his voice make you so nervous? it cast goosebumps all over your body yet made you feel like you were burning up; it was almost repulsive as he knew what he was doing, but you didn't want it to stop. 

a moment passed as you replied ‘yeah.. I have 3′ you steadied you breath trying to sound relaxed, like you weren’t going to explode. ‘what are they?’ he questioned, his voice beginning to sound softer as the conversation began to flow. you pulled away from the tattoo and gently pushed your hair over your left shoulder; turning your upper body the same way. ‘so.. I have one here’ you said softly, showing the back of your shoulder to him. his eyes were low as they took in all of your back, not leaving the mark on you until the last moment when you turned back to face him. his gaze flicking back up to meet yours as you turned to the other side to gesture to one on the side of your ribs, pulling your shirt up just a tiny bit to reveal the next trace of ink. his now hunched over body dangerously close to your exposed skin; causing you to suddenly stop, lowering your shirt back down and locking eyes with him. ‘and um, I can’t show you the other one..’ you trailed off, picking your pen back up. you could tell he was still looking at you. ‘why?’ he queried, in an extra low, extra sultry voice. the smirk on his lips growing larger as he began to guess as to why it was something you couldn't show him. he thought seemed to excite him. and equally, it excited you. ‘its um, in a place I can’t show you..’ you chucked softly, hoping it would break his intense gaze. to your dismay, he remained his harsh look. ‘show me’ he practically growled, his voice as low and the pit in your stomach. your eyes quickly shifted round the room, noticing that everyone had now left. ‘I can’t..’ you replied with a little chuckle. this response seemed to peak Changkyun’s interest in the matter. ‘show me where on me then’ he whispered slowly reaching for your hand and pulling it towards his body that was now shifting to his slouched torso and parted legs. your heart began to race, with the knowledge of where the tattoo was and knowing where you were going to have to touch him. this was less than professional, but somehow you didn’t care. he placed your hand on his chest trailing it down towards his abs. your fingers lightly leading the way until he reached the base of his stomach. 

‘here?’ he paused the motion and looked up towards you, a smirk plastered over his lips. a smirk that transferred onto your lips too. ‘a bit further’ you whispered, earning a breath from changkyun. his hand continued down past his stomach, onto the waistband of his jeans, causing him to exhale gently. just as both your hands approached the bulge that had now appeared under his jeans, you took control, steering his hand to the side next to his hip. ‘here’ you whispered cheekily, earning a loud yet disappointed exhale from his bitten lips. ‘I see’ he said, releasing your hand from his grip and placing his hands behind his head and leaning back. his eyes moving up and down your body as you stood back up and put the pens away. ‘I'm done’ you taunted, leaning against table looking at him with low eyes. sticking his tongue in his cheek pausing for a moment before pushing himself up; he walked slowly over to meet you. feeling the heat from his bare chest inches away from your small frame. his height looming over you made you feel tiny, and he liked that. he thrived on it. 

his now tattooed bicep curled up following his vascular hand towards your neck, goosebumps coated your arms from top to finger tips. his fingers trailed over your exposed shoulder, hooking his finger under the single strap from your top and and pulling it towards him. the inches between you two vanished leaving your body pressed against his taught chest. he leaned down, his breath trailing over your neck until he stopped at your ear. ‘no we’re not’ he said in a low breathy tone. your heart was beating a million miles per hour, your lips burned to touch his but you couldn’t move. like your entire body had stopped working.

changkyun pulled away, leaving your stunned body stuck in place. finally giving you a chance to breathe. his back muscles moving with every step it took away; making his way over to the clothing rail and putting his mesh shirt on without even looking at you. as if on queue; Jules entered clapping at changkyun in his outfit. ‘oh doesn’t he look great!’ she sang holding his face in her hands. ‘right lets get you on set!’ she said, pulling his hand out the door and onto set. leaving you in the dressing room, trying to rationalise everything that just happened. unsuccessfully. suddenly her head poked back into the room taking you by surprise. ‘aren’t you coming?’ she queried. ‘yeah, yeah I'm coming’ you replied pushing your confused body off the desk and following her out. 

the set looked insane, the lights were low and red creating a really sultry vibe. almost dingy. the room was full of extras talking quietly and milling around, the crew on the other side of the room looking like they were getting ready to begin. a rather tall looking man wearing a directors hat clapped to the room of people and shouted ‘right everyone, we are going to get started! we are going to get the second scene out the way first then we shall start shooting the dancing! okay! changkyun and ara come over here.. changkyun sit down and ara if you could get on top of him please’ he said motioning them to a green couch that was placed in the middle of the room. a tall black haired woman lead the way, she was gorgeous, her short hair grazed her shoulders and her makeup was sexy and sultry. bothered wasn't the word you would use to describe the description, but curious was. you wanted to see how this would unfold. changkyun shot a look over to you, once again a smirk on his face. you desperately wanted to keep your face neutral, knowing what he wanted you to react and not giving him the satisfaction was far more important. with that he flopped onto the couch, his arms over the back. this looked alarmingly familiar. ara gently straddled him, placing her delicate arms over his shoulders, awaiting further instruction. ‘okay great! so your basically just going to be touching him, hands on his neck, chest, hair, things like that. just make it look natural’ the director instructed. the 2 nodded in response. the discomfort this brought you was really beginning to settle in. you sat down on the crew chair behind you and crossed your legs, just watching. 

a lull of whispers filled the room as the crew got into position, leaving changkyun a few seconds to look over at you, hoping this would make you jealous. you wouldn’t give it to him. you couldn’t. pulling your phone out your pocket seemed like the best option. so you did, and began mindlessly scrolling, trying to ignore the very uncomfortable scene that was about to play out before you. ‘aaaand, action!’ called the director, the smoke machines began to spray thick fog throughout the room, a deep bass began to play only adding to the atmosphere. a few seconds passed of you scrolling on your phone trying to ignore it. but you couldn’t help but flick your eyes up from your screen. her hands were all up in his hair and trailing down his neck, her head thrown back leaving her exposed chest and neck to his gaze. wow this was uncomfortable. the discomfort was interrupted by the booming voice of the director ‘CUT’ he shouted, immediately the lights came on and the lull of quiet voices resumed. the pair looked confused, as the director strode over to the two on the sofa. the words exchanged were quiet, making sure that no one else heard. with that he made his way back over to the crew. ‘okay lets go again. aaaand action!’ he called. the atmosphere fell again. and so did your eyes to your phone. this time it lasted a little longer, until the director called cut again. the director lifted his hat to wipe sweat from his brow as he chatted to ara and changkyun. ara nodded strongly and apologised to him and got back into position. 

the interruptions continued another 2 times; causing the previous lull of whispers to become louder from the crew. Jules was stood talking to the producer who was looking rather disgruntled; making you wonder what the heck was going on. A rather worried Jules shuffled back over to meet you sighing as she sat down. ‘what’s going on?’ you queried, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. Jules leaned over to you, trying to make the conversation as unheard as possible. ‘well.. she’s just not quite getting the direction. it looks awkward on camera. I think they're going to call for a break and try again later’ she whispered, eyes flicking over to the now departed duo on the couch every few words. ‘okay guys, go grab yourself a drink and something to eat and we will start again in 20 minutes, sorry guys’ the producer called to the extras who are shared the same confused look as they walked out the room to the snack room. 

the director and producer walked over to ara and changkyun who were now looking over the directions on the paper in front of them. ‘grab your brushes, lets go listen in’ Jules said cheekily dragging you over to the group, to touch up their makeup. you pulled a powder brush out of your waist pouch and some a compact and began to power changkyun’s face. the conversation sounded intense. ‘it’s just that it’s looking a little awkward on camera. you’re both very farm apart, your bodies need to be closer together. more intimate looking.’ he director said awkwardly. changkyun didn’t even seem to be listening. he was looking back up at you, even though you weren’t looking at him, you wouldn’t. not right now. ‘sorry I don’t want to be a pain.. I just can’t imagine what you're asking’ ara said shyly, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. 

‘come here’ changkyun demanded, not breaking his gaze at you. you shifted your eyes up to meet his. ‘what?’ you questioned, lowering your brush from his cheek. ‘like this’ he said calmly, taking your arm and pulling you down onto the sofa. suddenly you were straddling him, brushes still in hand and very confused. before you even had chance to object, one hand was trailing up your thigh to your hip while the other one travelled from your shoulder to your neck as his mouth made its way to meet it. his hot breath marking where you longed for his mouth to plant itself. his lips stopping centimetres from your sweet spot. the crew erupted with praise and woah’s. wishing he would stay there for a few more seconds was too much to ask as he pulled away, leaning back on the coach and removing his hands from your hip and neck. his eyes meeting ara’s shocked face, ‘like that’ he smirked. slowly you stood up, fixing yourself as you tried to come back to reality. ‘yes yes like that! lets go for a take while the extras are eating’ the director said running back to the camera followed by the director. Jules dragged your stunned body back to the crew area as your legs wouldn’t seem to carry you, before you could even say anything to changkyun about how he firstly shouldn’t have done that, or apologise to ara. 

you watched as they got into position again, ran the scene, still as awkward as the last. the sighs and quick cut from the crew told you that they felt the same. ‘okay guys go get a drink and we will see if we can re work the scene’ the producer announced, very deflated. ara apologised and left the room, you couldn’t help but feel bad for her. this was uncomfortable, getting that intimate with someone in front of a whole crew. lord. you pulled your phone out your pocket to check the time. they were running behind. badly. as you locked it and put it back in your pocket you saw the director power walking over towards you. never good. ‘y/n will you do us a favour’ he asked you, sounding a little desperate. this could go one of 2 ways you thought. coffee run.. or something you realllly didn’t want to do. ‘umm.. what is it?’ you asked cautiously. ‘would you just do the scene with changkyun? we are running really behind and don’t have time to keep refilming’ he pleaded. you suddenly realised the entire crew was looking at you. including changkyun. ‘um.. I'm sure ara will be fine after she has a drink just give her another shot, please’ you whispered trying to not be heard by anyone else. ‘please y/n we don't have time, it’ll take 5 minutes max, please i’ll owe you one..’ he said, clasping his hands together pleading. you shifted your gaze over to changkyun who was stood in eye line behind the director, the corner of his lip curling into a smirk. god I hate him, you thought. ‘um.. yeah okay fine’ you said running one hand through your hair trying to calm yourself down. ‘yes okay amazing, get into positions please!’ he shouted turning back towards changkyun. your chest was burning like you were on fire as you watched him walk over to the couch, knowing exactly what was going to happen made it so much worse. 

slowly walking to meet him at the coach and standing over him as he looked up at you with burning desire. you adjusted your shirt slightly before gently straddling him, keeping you distance still. feeling the discomfort erupting. changkyun was obviously enjoying your awkwardness, chuckling as he reached one arm around your hips and pulling you closer to him so your core was now directly on his bulge. your throat hitched as his cool breath trailed down your cleavage, never breaking eye contact. the burn in your chest was spreading through your entire body, every part taking turns to be set on fire. ‘I told you we weren’t done’ he whispered gruffly, knowing exactly what he meant. the moment was interrupted by the director ‘okay right lets go, very natural, just like earlier, y/n just follow the lead okay? right aaaand action!’ he called, causing the entire set to fall silent, waiting for whatever was about to happen. it took a moment before anything happened, soaking in exactly where your bodies connected. the music boomed low as you both became engulfed in a spray of smoke. it felt far more comfortable than before, like no one could see you. 

changkyun’s hand spread flat travelling up your thigh, curving to the contours of your hip, leading up your side. your body froze outwardly, but inside you felt everything. his hand on a path to your breast, taunting you with the feeling he redirected his graze to gently trail over the top of your breast and up your neck. forcefully gripping the back of your neck and planting soft kisses up it, starting at the base and slowly working his way up. taking his time on every spot, missing non of it. earning a soft blow of air from your mouth are you arched your back to meet his hard chest. a breathy ‘knew it’ escaped his lips between harsh kisses up you neck as he reached your sweet spot. 

you couldn’t let him have all the fun. you thought to yourself as you reached down to his belt loops, pulling your cores closer together taking him by surprise. a quiet low groan left his lips as you reached one hand into the back of his hair; gently tightening your grip, keeping him in place. his hands fell from you neck, holding his grip on your hips. you knew this was the reaction you wanted but you couldn’t stop there. taking the opportunity to snake your right hand up his chest to meet his jawline, holding it lightly, leaving his neck exposed. his eyes connected with yours, letting you have full control of him. his rosy lips slightly parted as you leaned towards them. grazing your nose against his, lips inches away from each other. the torment was well received, noticing a small smirk on changkyun’s lips. ‘kiss me then’ he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. you let out a breathy laugh as you removed the inches between you two, grazing your lips against his. you felt his entire body relax beneath you as he moaned into the kiss; allowing you full control. or so you though, he quickly wrapped a strong arm around your waist, flipping you over so he was on top. his torso baring weight down on you, pulling your legs to wrap around him. hands either side of your face to keep you exactly where he wanted you, leaving you completely submissive to his grip. 

‘aaaand cut!’ the director shouted, pulling you both out of the complete state of euphoria you were just in. ‘fantastic guys, wow that was great. I think that’s it, take 10 minutes and we will start the next scene’ the producer continued, clapping as he stood up out of his chair. leaving the crew to continue to their lull. you slowly looked up at changkyun again who hadn’t seemed to look away. his once perfectly tousled hair now a mess, reflective of yours. you pushed yourself to sit upright on the couch, releasing yourself from his arms. silence. from you both. desperately trying to think of what to say; changkyun began ‘I knew you weren’t done’ he smirked. causing you to chuckle awkwardly, ‘whatever’ you replied running a hand through your hair, putting it back in place. ‘the shoot finishes at 5, I'll see you after’ he said flopping back onto the couch next to you. he wanted you to say yes. you knew that. and you couldn’t have that. not yet. you leaned towards him, watching him think you were going to kiss him again. stopping just inches away from his lips you whispered; ‘we’ll see’ standing up and walking away before he even had a chance to open his eyes. catching a view of you before you left the room, realising his trousers were now getting uncomfortable.. 

[folkreid]

champagne problems

WARNINGS❗️: mentions of spencer's drug addiction.

TYPE: angst with fluff ending.

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

SONG: champagne problems- Taylor Swift

FLASHBACK

"I think i'm ready" Spencer whispered to himself. Today was the day. He was proposing to the love of his life. He looks into the mirror, finishing the last touches to his outfit which was mainly just a simple blue tie to top off his white collard shirt.

He drives to her house. He was as nervous as he was the first time they went on a date. Their first date was a cute little picnic on a cliff. Y/n had told Spencer prior she was terrified of heights. He took her to the cliff. "You're always safe with me. I'll keep you safe from all your fears" he told Y/n while she was on the edge of the cliff not so scared anymore. She felt more safe with Spencer.

Y/n and Spencer where the perfect couple. They hardly fought. They were each other's comfort, they needed each other and that's all. Y/n always tells Spencer that he's her source of happiness. He's her world. He's her light. Spencer feels the same way. Y/n was very affectionate which took Spencer some getting used to. Eventually he was physically affectionate with her. Really affectionate.

Spencer knocks on Y/n's door after a while. Ten minutes of deciding if he should go through with it or not. He almost ran away from the nerves. "Man up" he told himself. He remembered what his friends Morgan and Hotch told him.

Y/n opens the door wearing a beautiful peach dress. Spencer bought it for her because he accidentally spilled coffee on her favorite dress. She topped it off with her sparkly gray heals. "Hi babe" Y/n softly smiles. "H-hi" Spencer responds in awe of her. He's more focused on Y/n then what he's saying. Usually he'll greet her with "Hi love" or "Hey sweetheart". Y/n noticed Spencer's nervousness, she didn't think much of it. Spencer often got nervous around her. He once told her "I don't think the feeling from the first time I saw you will ever go away". Y/n adored Spencer. He was her heart and soul.

"Y-you look beautiful" he stuttered in amaze of his girlfriend, hopefully soon to be fiancé. Y/n laughed a little. The sight of her boyfriend standing there awkwardly was slightly amusing. "Thank you Spencer you look handsome as well" Y/n gives a small kiss to Spencer. She follows him into the street. Spencer opens the door for her and allows her to climb in. They start driving, Y/n eventually noticed where they were at. Her eyes lit up. Her heart pounding. The cliff from their first date.

"Spence" she whispered. The boy looked over to her. "Yeah?" he replied softly. Y/n looked him in the eyes and felt how much he loved her. She smiled to herself, she smiled about the thought of Spencer. She didn't even have to say anything she just wanted to make sure this was all real. It was.

He parked on the cliff. Y/n gets out the car going over to Spencer who was at the back of the car getting stuff from the trunk. Y/n notices the picnic supplies and her heart melts. "Are we having a picnic like our first date" she excitedly squeals. Spencer nodded staring at her. She jumps, wrapping her arms around Spencer's lanky frame. "I love you, I love you, I love you" she squeezes him tightly. "I love you more" Spencer kisses her forehead admiring the way she got excited over something as simple as a picnic.

"She deserves the world" Spencer thinks to himself. They go to the edge of the cliff like their first date. Spencer lies down a blanket with some fruit and champagne. Y/n sits down on her knees staring at Spencer. "Im really happy" Y/n randomly says staring at the boy who was pouring some champagne into her cup. "So am I" he looks up with almost husky look in his eyes. Y/n took a sip of her champagne before standing up. "Come here" she motions to Spencer. Spencer stands up and walks over to her. Y/n quickly puts on her favorite song.

The song was about being in love and how it was such a beautiful rare thing. Y/n put her head to Spencer's chest wrapping her arms around his torso. "Dance with me" Y/n whispers to Spencer in a calm voice. "I don't know how to dance" Spencer replied with a hint of embarrassment and disappointment in his voice. "Neither do I" Y/n laughs. He grabs her hand and starts moving his feet. They were tripping over each other but they didn't care. They laughed and continued. Spencer turned Y/n so that her back was to his chest. They looked out into the abyss of the night.

Spencer planted small kisses on Y/n's neck. She absorbs the feeling. This is all she's ever wanted. Spencer reaches into his pocket and pulls out the small velvet box. Y/n turns around with widen eyes watching Spencer kneel on the floor. "Y/n Y/l/n you have been my best friend for the past five years. We've been dating for the past two. These two years that i've gotten to call you mine have been amazing. I want to make you mine forever. Your eyes are the light of my life. Your smile warms my soul. I'll never get over the feeling you give me Y/n. Will you marry me?"

Y/n is in shock. She hesitates before saying anything. "Spencer I- I can't" her lip shivers. "W-what" Spencer cries. "I'm sorry we're too y-young i'm not ready for that kind of commitment" she says before running away into the night. "Y/n come back" Spencer cries feeling his heart break. Y/n runs off to a local gas station. She calls an uber and she heads back home. "Y/n" Spencer sobs lying on the grass. He finally collects himself and packs all the things back into his car.

At his apartment Spencer sluggishly walks in and flops on the bed. He picks up his phone and dials Y/n's number. "Hey it's Y/n, if i'm not answering now i'll probably never answer don't call back" he heard her voicemail. He sobbed into the phone. "Y/n please come back"  he begged. "Please, please, please" he desperately calls out. He hangs up and cries himself to sleep.

Y/n on the other hand was having a panic attack. "Did I make the right decision" "I'm a terrible person how can I hurt him" "He hates me now". All these thoughts running through her mind. She felt like she could hardly breathe. She climbed into her uber. "Hon are you okay" the older lady asked looking in the mirror. "I- I don't know" Y/n replied trying to steady her breathing.

"I'll put some calming music if you need something tell me" she smiled to Y/n. "T-thank you" Y/n tried to relax. After a while she finally relaxed but she was still unsure of her decision. "Can I ask for some advice" Y/n speaks up. "Of course honey" the lady responded with support. "My boyfriend proposed to me. We've been together for the past two years but I feel like we're to young. I'm not ready for that type of commitment. I have a life to live." Y/n rants.

"You see how you said 'I have a life to live.'?" she started. Y/n nods waiting for her continuation. "Think to yourself. Is it a life you want to live with him?" Y/n notices she's at her apartment. "I guess i'll have to think about that. Thank you" she responds before jumping out of the car.

END OF FLASHBACK

Spencer sobbed into his pillow for the third time today. It was only twelve AM. He's asked for time off of work because of how broken he felt. Spencer never took time off. He loves work but the pain was to much to handle. He was worried for himself. Worried he would do something he promised himself he wouldn't.

Spencer walks over to his drawer. He frantically looks for anything that belonged to his beloved Y/n. "Please" he begged the universe. As if the universe was listening he finally found one of Y/n's old shirts. He lies his head on his pillow closing his eyes, tears shedding from them. "I miss you" he sobbed into her shirt.

He inhaled Y/n's smell. "Please come back" he cries some more. Spencers mind is racing. All these thoughts going through his head. He doesn't want to feel. So what does he think of?. Dilaudid. He kept one of his bottles and syringes. He didn't know why. He was ashamed of it. But he craved it so bad.

He quickly climbed out of bed, lying on the floor grabbing the small box he hid under his bed and got the key to it. He opened it to see the small bottle and syringe. He picks up the syringe and almost flinches at the sight of it. "Don't do this" Spencer thinks to himself. "I- I need her, if I can't have her I can have this" he picked up the small bottle. Right there and then he knew it would go to far if he didn't stop now. He got his phone and dialed Y/n's number.

After one ring Y/n answers. She hasn't been answering his calls at all. "Y/n" he sobbed. Y/n could hear the pain in his voice. She couldn't handle it, she immediately sobbed. "P-Please I need you. I need you now Y/n I- I have... I have Dilaudid. I'm craving please just come" he desperately sobbed into the phone. Y/n was very upset about the fact he had some in the first place but it wasn't the time for a lecture. "I'm on my way don't do anything stupid"

Y/n barged into his room. "Baby?" she looks at him crying on the floor. She goes down to him. "Baby" tears fall out of her eyes at the sight of Spencer. "Y/n" he cries into her arms. She brings him back up on the bed and lies him down. "I've missed you" he cries. "Without you all the bad feelings came back" Spencer sobs into Y/n's shirt wetting it. "It's okay baby i'm here now, let's get you in the shower okay?" he nodded getting up and following Y/n into the restroom.

Y/n starts the running warm water in the bath. She gets the bottle of bubble bath and poured it in. I mix it around watching bubbles sudd up. Spencer was sitting on the toilet seat waiting for Y/n's approval to start getting undressed. Y/n walked over to Spencer and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He slips it off his arms and takes off his belt, pants, and boxers. "Get in" you tell him. He climbs in slowly letting the water warm him.

"Can you get in with me?" he asks. You shake your head up and down and remove your clothing. You get in slowly and lie your head on his chest. "Can I wash your hair?" you ask. He nods and you get on your knees and put them on the outside of his legs. you grab the shampoo and open up the cap, pouring some onto your hands. You lean in to scrub his scalp, it looked like he hadn't showered in a while. Spencer placed a kiss on one of your boobs. "Spencer i'm trying to wash your hair" you tell him. "Well they were in my face what was I supposed to do" he teases.

You grab a cup that was on the side of the tub and fill it with water. You place your hand on Spencers forehead, making sure the water wouldn't get into his eyes. You pour the water into his hair and take out all the soapy shampoo. All he does is stare up at you and look at your boobs, occasionally touching them. You grab conditioner, pouring some into his hair letting it sit for a bit. You then rinse it out.

"Wash your body" you throw his washcloth at him. He grabs the soap and washes himself. "Can I wash your hair now" he asked. You nod and he repeats the same actions to you as you did to him.

You guys both get out, he puts on some sweatpants and a white shirt. He throws me his CalTech hoodie that smelled just like him. He was very proud of all his accomplishments, he wore his CalTech hoodie often which you love.

The two of you lie in bed together. You wrap your hands around his torso and stroke his hair. "How are the cravings" you softly ask, yes it was a sensitive subject to Spencer but it was one to you also. You never did drugs but the only reason was because you saw what it did to your parents.

"They're gone now. You make all the bad feelings go away" he admits. "Good. I'm not leaving."

He looks up with tears in his eyes. "You arent?"

"No i'm not" I kiss his forehead. "But we have to talk about it"

He sits up. "Why'd you have dilaudid, Spencer?"

"I saved some I don't know why. I'm sorry"

"Do you have anymore?" he shakes his head no. You grab the bottle and syringe that was on his desk. You walk over to his window. "Goodbye Spencer's demons" you throw both items out of the window watching it fall down to the floor. Spencer comes to stand next to you kissing the top of your head. You turn around to him.

"Now about this proposal stuff" you start. He shifts his stance getting uncomfortable. "I'm sorry Spencer. I was scared because we are young you know? But I realized that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So if you'll still have me"

"Y/n will you marry me" he cuts you off. You nod your head frantically. "I love you so much" he planted kisses all over your face. "I love you more"

"Promise me we don't have to rush into getting married" you asked still slightly scared. "Of course my love"

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Business Trip: Pt 28 - Glass

Jay is unsatisfied with Nayeon’s neck, and he is quickly moving downward, to the buttons of her blue shirt. He quickly unbuttons the two buttons there before reaching up to her shoulders and sliding the shirt down her shoulders, until her small, perfect breasts are revealed, Nayeon having evidently decided not to wear a bra. Jay pauses momentarily to admire her naked chest, until Nayeon reaches up and pulls the shirt down further, pushing her own chest outward to put her breasts on full display.

Jay doesn’t waste any time and dives in, quickly capturing and beginning to suck on her left nipple - Nayeon lets a slight moan of pleasure escape her lips, not once allowing her gaze to deviate from the glass, her eyes somehow remaining locked on yours, even though you knew it should have been impossible for her to know where you were.

You are distracted from the sight playing out in front of you by Seolhyun, who is shuffling uncomfortably next to you, unsure quite how to react to what was happening in the interrogation room. When she turns her head to look at you, her cheeks are flushed and she is biting her lip, her right arm crossed around her torso while her left hand has drifted lower, past her flat stomach…

She doesn’t use words - but you find what she wants in her eyes.

You reach over, wrapping your hand around the small of her back and pulling her towards you - but keeping her facing the glass, ensuring you could both watch.

The empty chair held your attention for too long.

 You shake your head in an effort to rid yourself of the thoughts surrounding the chair and the person who should have occupied it, but your efforts are in vain. Your ears register the sound of a young woman speaking, although her words sound muffled, as though she is far away.

 "Sir? Sir, are you okay?"

 It takes you a moment to realize you are being spoken to. For a moment you think it is her voice - but when your eyes finally manage to start working once more, you realize, sadly, that it isn't her. 

 "Sir?" she asks again, and your eyes finally make out the image of a young woman with blonde hair and pale, porcelain skin.

 "I'm sorry, Dahyun," you answer, "I'm fine."

 "Here's your coffee, sir," she answers as she offers you a smile undercut with a healthy amount of concern.

 "Thank you."

 You accept the paper cup and stare blankly at the transparent amber liquid inside and realize that it definitely wasn't coffee. It was probably tea. Before you could say anything, Dahyun scurries off to finish handing off the rest of the drinks on her tray.

 "She got my order wrong too. I wanted green tea, and I'm pretty sure this is an Americano," comes a voice, and you realize it is coming from Seolhyun, who is seated to your left. You turn to see that she is offering you a smile, and you return it with one of your own - at least, as much of a smile as you could manage. You slide your cup over to Seolhyun, and she gladly accepts your trade.

 A loud clanging sound takes the attention from the both of you,and you realize that Dahyun has dropped the metal tray she was using to pass around the drinks to everyone seated around the boardroom table. She grabs the fallen tray and bows repeatedly to everyone in apology.

 "She's clumsy as hell, but she means well," you say to Seolhyun.

 Kim Dahyun was the newest member of your team, assigned to you as your new personal assistant following Choa's departure to Europe. You had only met her the day before when JYP himself introduced her to everyone in the Seoul office. You'd yet to form much of an opinion of her other than the fact that she was a bit of a klutz, constantly dropping things and getting simple things like drink orders wrong. But her resume and education were impressive, and you could tell by the way she conducted herself that she had nothing but the best of intentions.

 "She has big shoes to fill," Seolhyun observes, "Choa was on point with everything." You nod absentmindedly in agreement, staring blankly at your cup of coffee. Dahyun has shuffled off to the front of the room to where Jihyo and Nayeon are trying, mostly in vain, to set up the projector and laptop for their presentation - something Dahyun really should have taken care of, and something Choa would have had ready half an hour before.

 A few moments pass as the three of them try to figure out the right combination of monitor settings and cable plugging to get the presentation up on the projector. They eventually manage to get some sort of image up on the screen, but it's blurry and out of focus. Your eyes drift, involuntarily, back to the empty chair.

 "I don't know what happened between you and her," Seolhyun begins, "but I'm sorry."

 You look back at Seolhyun, who has an earnest look on her face, and offer her a weak smile. Your occasional liaisons with her were obviously amazing - she had the body of a model and knew how to use it - but even beyond that you were nonetheless thankful that she had become a good friend over the past several months.

 "Thanks, Seolhyun. It was tough, but it's for the best."

 At that moment Sana, Tzuyu, and Jeongyeon enter the room, the three of them greeting everyone with smiles and bows. Your gaze settles a little longer on Jeongyeon, who offers you a warm, if nervous, smile - and you couldn't help but notice the slight blush on her cheeks as she turns away to assist the three women at the front of the room with their technical issues.

 Seolhyun must have caught on to the look you shared with her.

 "You move on quick," she says, a hint of derision in her voice, "I'd thought the fun you two were having on the plane was just a physical thing." She'd obviously known Momo longer than Jeongyeon and had built a strong friendship with the Japanese girl. You didn't blame her for jumping to conclusions, especially if she'd noticed what you and Jeongyeon were up to on the flight over.

 "It's not what you think," you say, wanting to clarify things, "this has nothing to do with Jeongyeon."

 "Okay," Seolhyun says, appearing satisfied for now, "if you say so. I trust you."

 Your eyes stray back to the empty chair. 

 "She loved you," Seolhyun says, softly.

 "I know," you answer.

 ---

 Im Nayeon had always been an effective public speaker - the confidence and poise of her everyday personality showed through in the way she spoke, every word filled with conviction, as though she was one hundred percent sure of everything she said. Doubt was anathema to her - or so she made it seem.

 "High functioning criminals like these operate similarly," she states, "They keep records of everything they do in case they need it in the future for blackmail or as an alibi or for some other reason. Thus far, JYP's efforts to access that information via online methods has failed due to lack of technical effort, or ability, or both."

 Your gaze immediately snaps to Jeongyeon, who has a defiant, angry look on her face following Nayeon's thinly veiled insult. Her hand on the table has clenched into a fist. If Nayeon noticed her reaction, she ignored it and continued with her presentation.

 "I believe that incriminating evidence exists in hard copy form, or on secure, non-networked hard drives. I believe it is being held somewhere in SM headquarters."

 "And how exactly do you propose we find out where they're keeping those records," Jeongyeon asks with an edge in her tone, "nevermind actually going in there and getting them?"

 "We have the resources to determine the exact location of those records. At the moment those resources are sitting in jail cells. It's just a matter of forcing the information out of those resources." 

 Jihyo rises from her seat and joins Nayeon at the front of the room.

 "We know for a fact that Son Sungwan and Park Sooyoung - better known by their SM aliases of Wendy and Joy, respectively - worked closely with Bae Irene for years," she says, "We know that they were involved in a number of similar attacks to the ones they have committed on JYP, including those on YG and Starship. On top of that, we have three others that worked closely with Irene - Park Jaebom, Yoon Bora, and Kim Hyojung - also in custody. If anyone would know where in SM headquarters those records are being kept, it's one of them."

 "We've interrogated them already," Seolhyun points out, "in fact, you oversaw those interrogations yourself, detective. Are you saying that you missed something?"

 "No, I'm merely saying we hadn't thought to interrogate them regarding the possibility of their records existing somewhere in SM headquarters. It was something we hadn't considered until my colleague here suggested it," Jihyo answers with a nod towards Nayeon.

 "What we are proposing," Nayeon continues, "is that we re-interrogate Irene’s associates that we have in custody, this time with an aim towards confirming the existence, and then the location of, records that will incriminate SM for past crimes and implicate them in the crimes they have committed towards JYP."

 There is a hush in the room as those in attendance consider her proposition. After a few moments Sana speaks up, a somewhat concerned look on her face.

 "So saying these records to exist," she asks, leaning forward, "what's the next step? We raid SM with the police and obtain them by force?"

 "Unfortunately, no," Jihyo answers, "we would never get a warrant for that. The law would consider anything Wendy and Joy say to be a confession given under duress. Furthermore it's entirely possible Wendy and Joy would give us false information, in which case SM could sue for wrongful accusation and invasion of privacy if we were to raid them and find nothing. Someone would have to go into SM headquarters and retrieve the records themselves."

 The assembled members of your team whisper amongst themselves for a few moments as they consider what Jihyo was implying.

 "That sounds like some sort of secret agent mission," Tzuyu says with a tone of disbelief, "and furthermore SM knows who all of us are. Their security would grab us the second we step foot on their property."

 You had raised a similar point at the bar in Hawaii when Jihyo first proposed her plan. You were curious to see how your team reacted to her answer.

 "We're aware of that. This is why the person conducting the record retrieval will be someone who is completely foreign and unknown to SM."

 "That would be me," Nayeon says, a smug smirk on her features.

 As the other girls give snorts of disbelief and whisper disapprovingly to themselves, you lock eyes with Nayeon. 

 There was nothing but pride there in those eyes. Pride and full, complete confidence.

 ---

If one word could be used to describe Jay, it would be smug.

 He had a look on his face like everything that was happening to him was beneath him, as though he didn’t really believe he was facing pretty intense criminal charges. It was almost as if he thought being detained for attempted murder of a SWAT team member - in addition to conspiracy, kidnapping, and extortion charges - was only a minor inconvenience at most, and that he’d be free in no time at all.

 It was a look that pissed off Kim Seolhyun.

 “I want to walk in there and slap that look right off his fucking face,” she says, crossing her arms as she stands next to you, observing the detained former detective from the viewing room next to the interrogation room.

 “You and I both,” you agree.

 The door to the interrogation room opens, and in walks Im Nayeon - and the look on her face is one of boredom, of aloofness, of someone being forced to go through the paces. She is wearing a light blue sweater dress that leaves most of her long, slim legs bare; perfect for the warm Seoul summer, you suppose, but a little out of place in an interrogation room. She gives Jay a quick look and rolls her eyes.

 You knew Nayeon, and you knew enough about her job, to know this was all an act.

 She saunters nonchalantly over to the desk where Jay is sitting with his wrists handcuffed to a bar in the middle of the table, casually tossing a file she carried onto it. She crosses her perfectly sculpted legs and begins to examine her nails, seemingly irritated at some imperfection she saw in the glossy red finish. 

 Jay seemed a little taken aback by Nayeon’s aloof attitude towards what he had assumed would be an interrogation.

 “Aren’t you here to interrogate me, sweetheart? Or are you just here to play with your nails?” 

 Nayeon ignores him the same way she would ignore an insect that was buzzing around her. Jay persists.

 “Where are you from, anyway? You’re not from Seoul PD. No way a hottie like you would be working here and I wouldn’t know it.”

 Nayeon finally acknowledges Jay’s presence with a sharp look.

 “Seoul PD brought me in to interrogate you. But I don’t want to be here, you don’t want to be here,” she says as she browses idly through the papers in the file on the table, “so I’m just going to tell them that you’ve been uncooperative and then we can both stop this fucking waste of time. I’m sure not cooperating with a police investigation will add another year or two to the decade or so that you’ll be spending in jail.”

 Nayeon picks up a pen from within the file and begins to scratch something in a notepad. Jay scoffs.

 “Too bad all the cameras and microphones in this room have recorded you not giving a shit about your job,” he hisses.

 “Who says they’re turned on?” Nayeon retorts, not even looking up from the notes she is scribbling on her notepad. Jay snorts, seemingly frustrated with the young woman’s nonchalance - he was playing, it seemed, right into Nayeon’s trap. She finishes whatever she was jotting down on the notepad, adding a flourish to the bottom part of the page, as though she were leaving her signature.

 “Well, good meeting you. Enjoy rotting in jail,” she says, before standing and heading towards the door.

 “Wait,” Jay says as she reaches it, her hand on the doorknob.

 From your point of view you could just barely make out the small smirk that appears on Nayeon’s lips. And you might have just imagined it, but you could have sworn she’d given you a look, despite the two-way glass between you that would have kept her from seeing where you were.

 “What?” Nayeon asks, appearing annoyed once again.

 “Maybe I can help you out. Fill you in on something. Maybe in return you can tell the higher-ups something that’ll get me off these charges.”

 “You’re gonna squeal? Gonna snitch? I fucking knew you were a loser.”

 “Listen, Bora and I were just doing it for the money. We ain’t got no beef with these JYP peeps, and no loyalty to that SM bitch either. I don’t give a shit if you take them down.”

 “And what do you know that could be helpful to me?”

 “Lots,” Jay answers, leaning back in his chair now that he thought he had Nayeon’s attention, “ Bora and I met with Irene quite a bit to plan out our operation. I could tell you where we met.”

 Nayeon saunters back to the desk, throws the file back onto the table, and crosses her legs and arms once more. That irritated, displeased look on her face is still there, as though every second she spent with Jay was a waste of her valuable time.

 “Go on,” she says with a lazy tone, as though she was only humoring him.

 “We met at SM headquarters most of the time. Place is done up tighter than Fort Knox - if you go through the front door. We went in through a side entrance. Black door in an alleyway. It had a keypad.”

 “And what was the code?”

 Jay smirks - he had been waiting for this moment.

 “How about you tell your boss that Bora and I are to be set free - then I’ll tell you the code?”

 “Fuck off,” Nayeon hisses, gathering her folder and beginning to leave.

 “Alright, alright,” Jay says, raising his hands as best he could given that they were handcuffed to the desk, “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you. But you gotta do something for me too.”

 “You’re in no position to bargain,” Nayeon answers, nodding her head towards his handcuffed wrists.

 “Those are the terms,” Jay says, folding his hands in front of him on the desk, “that keypad code will get you right into SM HQ. I ain’t got no love for those bastards, but you still gotta give me something if I’m gonna give it to you.”

 Nayeon’s frown deepens, as though she were weighing her options.

 “Alright, listen,” she says after awhile, “I can’t get you off completely. I might be able to lessen your charges so you get only a year or two. Maybe I’ll even get it down to a few months.  I’ll do what I can. In return, you give me the code.”

 “Fine. It’s a six digit code. It’s 4, 3, 1…”

 Nayeon has been jotting down the numbers, but her eyes perk up when Jay leaves the last three numbers out.

 “...and?” she says, irritated.

 “You’ll get the last three numbers when Bora and I go free.”

 “Fuck you,” Nayeon spits, “it’s all six numbers or nothing.”

 “Then have fun getting into SM without the code, detective,” Jay retorts.

 “Then have fun rotting in jail,” responds, parroting Jay’s tone.

 Jay frowns. 

 “Alright. Maybe there’s another way you can convince me to give you those last three digits, detective,” he says, giving the young woman a suggestive look up and down, his eyes lingering for too long on her breasts and the way they sat atop her folded arms.

 Nayeon stares at Jay, her eyes boring into him with a look of annoyance.

 “Alright, I’ll give you twenty minutes.”

 “...twenty minutes for what, detective?” Jay asks. Nayeon rolls her eyes again, impatient, as though she was frustrated with Jay’s inability to grasp what she meant.

 “I’ll give you twenty minutes with me. In return, you give me the last three numbers.”

 Jay lets a small, sly smile appear on his lips - he caught on to what Nayeon was implying, but he still wanted to hear her say it.

 “I’m not understanding what you mean by twenty minutes with you, detective. I’m afraid you’re going to have to explain what you mean.”

 “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Don’t act like you haven’t been mentally undressing me since the second I stepped in here. I suppose I can give you what you want  - I’m bored as fuck around here anyway. Korean guys have no game in the sack. At least you were born in America.”

 Jay’s only response is a deepening of his self-satisfied smile.

 Nayeon lets a snort out, as though she were disgusted at the prospect of what she were about to allow him to do. She pulls a set of keys from her folder’s pocket, leaning forward to unlock Jay’s handcuffs - giving him a nice look down her shirt as she does so.

 When Jay’s hands are free, she steps over to his side of the desk before hopping on top of it in front of him.

 “The timer’s ticking,” she says, her voice suddenly low, “you better get started. If you make me cum, maybe I’ll make sure you and Bora are out of here by the end of the day.”

 Nayeon reaches down and pulls her short shirt up until it is bunched around her waist, revealing the scant pair of white panties she has on underneath.

 Next to you, Seolhyun suffles uncomfortably - you glance over to see a concerned, somewhat confused look on her face, as though she weren’t quite sure what to make of what was playing out in front of her. You were similarly uncomfortable; surely this was just some ploy on Nayeon’s part? Surely she really didn’t mean to let him…

 Jay stands, a cocky smile on that smug face of his, and he moves between Nayeon’s spread legs and kisses her deeply.

 You are taken aback by this, not expecting her to let him actually touch her, let alone kiss her; you are equal parts shocked and angered, and when you watch as Jay’s tongue enters Nayeon’s mouth - and Nayeon’s tongue darts out to welcome it - you feel your fists curl in anger. Jay doesn’t stop at her lips, however, and soon he dives into Nayeon’s neck, and she lets her head fall back to give him better access to her soft, perfect vanilla skin - and as she does so, she lets her head fall to the side where she gazes at the glass between you, as though she were looking right at you.

 Jay is unsatisfied with Nayeon’s neck, and he is quickly moving downward, to the buttons of her blue shirt. He quickly unbuttons the two buttons there before reaching up to her shoulders and sliding the shirt down her shoulders, until her small, perfect breasts are revealed, Nayeon having evidently decided not to wear a bra. Jay pauses momentarily to admire her naked chest, until Nayeon reaches up and pulls the shirt down further, pushing her own chest outward to put her breasts on full display.

 Jay doesn’t waste any time and dives in, quickly capturing and beginning to suck on her left nipple - Nayeon lets a slight moan of pleasure escape her lips, not once allowing her gaze to deviate from the glass, her eyes somehow remaining locked on yours, even though you knew it should have been impossible for her to know where you were.

 You are distracted from the sight playing out in front of you by Seolhyun, who is shuffling uncomfortably next to you, unsure quite how to react to what was happening in the interrogation room. When she turns her head to look at you, her cheeks are flushed and she is biting her lip, her right arm crossed around her torso while her left hand has drifted lower, past her flat stomach…

 She doesn’t use words - but you find what she wants in her eyes.

 You reach over, wrapping your hand around the small of her back and pulling her towards you - but keeping her facing the glass, ensuring you could both watch.

 Seolhyun lets a soft gasp escape her lips, but she doesn’t stop you; quite the opposite, in fact, as she braces herself against the glass and looks behind her at you, her eyes suddenly lustful and full of need. 

 You step behind her, pressing yourself against her tall, thin frame, and you let your hands wander over the curves of her perfectly sculpted body. You weren’t quite sure why it was happening - but you knew perhaps that watching Jay and Nayeon had inspired a voyeuristic lust in both of you that neither of you could deny.

 You reach around Seolhyun’s body with your right hand, finding and quickly unbuttoning the light green shirt she is wearing. All the while she is pressing her frame against yours, rubbing that round, full butt of hers against your quickly hardening shaft. She unbuttons the khaki skirt she is wearing, and you quickly undo your pants, allowing them to fall to your ankles where they join her skirt.

 In the interrogation room, Jay has continued his path downward, pushing Nayeon’s legs up on the desk until her feet are flat on the top of it, her legs spread wantonly as he dips his head between her thighs. He reaches around her butt and quickly pulls off her white panties, flinging them across the room. Jay certainly wouldn’t have noticed given his proximity to the delicious looking prize between her spread legs, but Nayeon has turned her body slightly.

 All so that you could have the perfect view of another man’s head between her thighs.

 It angered you, it made you jealous, it confused you - but you pushed those feelings aside. There was only lust in your mind now, and the show playing out in front of you only increased your need to satiate that desire.

 Jay falls to his knees and dips his head to Nayeon’s crotch; you can’t see it, but you could tell by the glazed expression of lust on Nayeon’s face, and the breathy moan that escapes her mouth, that his tongue has begun to play with her body.

 Simultaneously, in the viewing room, your hand has travelled down Seolhyun’s firm abs, and at almost the same time, Seolhyun echoes Nayeon’s moan with one of her own as your fingers graze her wet, hot lips.

 Jay continues his work on your ex-girlfriend in the interrogation room, Nayeon’s expression twisting in evermore deepening depictions of lust and pleasure; expressions that are echoed in Seolhyun’s features as your fingers work on her pussy, spreading her lips apart with your index and ring finger, allowing your middle finger perfect access to her clit, first gathering her juices on your fingertip and then circling the sensitive bud with slow, soft touches.

 For long minutes you continue, Jay between Nayeon’s legs and you behind Seolhyun, the moans and lustful gasps emanating from both women rising steadily in concert with the pleasure building in their young, tight bodies.

 All the while, Nayeon has kept her eyes glued to the one-way glass that separates your two rooms. It should have been impossible. She shouldn’t have been able to see where you were standing. But she did - you could have sworn she was staring right at you, even as her eyes are half-lidded with pleasure as the man working between her legs plays havoc with her flesh.

 Suddenly, Nayeon pushes Jay’s head out from between her legs. She hops off the table, places her hands on it and looks back at Jay.

 “Fuck me.”

 Jay wipes Nayeon’s juices from his mouth with the back of his hand and licks off what he doesn’t. His smile, that fucking smug smile of his, is right back on his face as he steps behind Nayeon, grasping his cock in one hand and your ex-girlfriend’s hip with the other. 

 With one hard thrust he enters her, and soon he is fucking her.

 You watch, momentarily dumbfounded, as another man does to Nayeon what you had done yourself all those years ago, and the sight of it angers you, confuses you, and made you want to go over there and punch that stupid grin right off Jay’s face. To watch Nayeon, and her perfect, small little body, be taken and fucked by another man - it made you furious.

 Seolhyun’s moans distract you temporarily from the anger that was building in your head.

 “Oh, god… that feels so good… stop. Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

 You don’t even hesitate, don’t even wait a second longer. You withdraw your drenched fingertips from Seolhyun’s body and pull your boxers down, freeing your straining hard cock from their cotton prison before lining up your shaft between Seolhyun’s legs, the wanton young woman spreading her long limbs and bending over slightly to give you the best access she could. 

 With one long, hard thrust you enter Seolhyun’s wet, hot pussy - at the same time, in the interrogation room, Nayeon lets a long, loud moan escape her lips as she is fucked from behind by Jay. You have a perfect side view of them, and you can watch as Jay’s cock appears slick and wet from Nayeon’s body before hammering right back inside her, her small, cute butt rippling with each impact of his hips.

 Nayeon’s eyes return to yours - there is lust there, but also some other emotion. She wants you to see her like this. She wants you to watch another man fuck her, have his way with her, just as you used to do.

 The anger that is building up in your body is taken out on Seolhyun, as you fuck her against the interrogation room glass, roughly and without care for her or her pleasure - her body served only as an outlet for the frustration, anger, and confusion in your mind - anger that Nayeon would pull a stunt like this, would fuck another man in front of you just to piss you off.

 Seolhyun moans and gasps and her pussy is tight and wet and hot, but your real focus is on Nayeon, and the way her small, tight body is rocked back and forth on the table as Jay fucks her - your eyes lock with each other, never straying apart, even though the one-way glass should have kept you from doing so.

 You reach up Seolhyun’s quivering torso and grasp one of her breasts through her bra, your other hand grasping her hip tightly and pushing it back toward you as you thrust forward with your hips into her wet flesh, each thrust eliciting a gasp or moan of pleasure - she was loving every moment of this.

 “Yes!” she gasps, “yes.. Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!”

 Seolhyun was lost, uncaring of the circumstances that led to this moment, uncaring of the context of the relationship  you and Nayeon had. All that mattered to her was the intense pleasure emanating from her core, and the hard shaft that was spearing in and out of her body as she was fucked against the glass.

 In the interrogation room, Jay smacks Nayeon’s ass with a firm palm, and Nayeon yelps in pleasure and pain. She turns as far as she can while still keeping him inside her and places a hand on his chest, implicitly telling him to stop moving - and when he stops thrusting you watch as Nayeon begins to push herself back, impaling herself over and over again on Jay’s unmoving cock. Her lower body moves like liquid, her hips working hard as they are swirling and gyrating smoothly, taking the hard shaft between her legs in and out of her pussy in up and down, back and forth motions.

 Nayeon returns her gaze to you.

 You are furious now, and you take it out on Seolhyun, pistoning in and out of her body with increasing pace, her pussy tightening around yours as though heralding her orgasm.

 “Oh, fuck! Fuck me… God, I’m so close… oh god, I’m cumming!”

 Seolhyun orgasms, but you don’t care, and you fuck her right through it, not stopping at all, not even lessening the intensity or depth of your thrusts into her spasming, quivering pussy. You tighten your grip on her hip and her breast, continuing your thrusts as you feel your own orgasm approaching.

 In the interrogation room, Nayeon is satisfied with the show she has given Jay, and turns to whisper to him once more.

 “Fuck me until I cum,” she whispers.

 Jay returns his hands to her hips, enjoying the sight of Nayeon’s small, perfectly fit body bent over for him, her pussy impaled on his shaft. Licking his lips, he goes back to fucking her; Nayeon’s gaze returns to yours.

 Soon her body is rocking back and forth on the table again, and Nayeon raises her upper body from the desk, bracing herself with her hands, until she is almost upright. Her small, perfect breasts bounce with each thrust into her, the mounds of flesh looking so delicious, her nipples still stiff with pleasure.

 In the viewing room you are still pounding in and out of Seolhyun - she is moaning, and gasping, and speaking dirty, filthy words, but almost none of them really register - your eyes are locked on Nayeon’s. 

 For another minute this goes on. Every thrust Jay makes into Nayeon’s body is mirrored with one of your own into Seolhyun. 

 “Fuck, I’m close,” Nayeon says, her voice carrying an edge, as though she didn’t want to admit it.

 In the viewing room, Seolhyun’s wet, slick pussy was driving you close to your own.

 “Cum in me,” Seolhyun hisses, distracting you momentarily, “fucking cum in me. Deep inside me. I want it. Cum… cum inside me!”

 Your orgasms strike you both simultaneously - in the interrogation room, Nayeon lets a sharp gasp escape her open lips as she cums, throwing her head back with a louder moan as her body is wracked and finally overcome with pleasure. Her small body quivers and shakes, something you were well familiar with, and the sight of it now, due to another man, made you outright furious.

 In the viewing room you fill Seolhyun’s needy body with thick, hot streams of semen as you cum, your grip on her perfect frame tightening almost painfully as you empty yourself inside her. Seolhyun lets out a satisfied moan at the feeling of your warm seed coating her pussy, and a part of you wants to indulge her, wants to savor the feeling of her body accepting your cum, but your eyes are still locked on the young woman in the interrogation room.

 Nayeon pushes back on Jay, and he slips out of her and slumps onto the chair, his shaft glistening and slick with her juices. 

 “I hope we ain’t done yet, sweetheart,” he says, that asshole of a smile still plastered all over his face.

 Nayeon takes a moment to compose herself, but when she does she picks up the handcuffs from the table, sauntering over to Jay’s seated form, her breasts and lower body still exposed by the shirt dress that was bunched up around her midsection.

 “I have other things in mind for you,” she says, lustily. Jay licks his lips in anticipation.

 “Tell me what I want,” Nayeon continues, straddling Jay on the chair as she bends to whisper into his ear,  “and I’ll let you cum. Wherever you want.”

 At this point Jay is almost helpless, his hard shaft, still slick with Nayeon’s juices, pressed against Nayeon’s lower stomach as she grinds softly against it, her slick lips spreading her slick wetness onto his balls.

 “Fuck, sweetheart-”

 “Tell me. Tell me the last three digits, and I’ll fuck every drop of cum out of your balls.”

 “Alright, alright. The digits are 4, 3, 1…. 2…”

 “I’ll drain you dry. Anywhere you want. In my mouth?”

 “4…”

 “Or… in this wet, tight little pussy?”

 “Fuck… the last one is…”

 “Tell me, Jay. Tell me and you can fill me. Fill me with your cum.”

 “7!. It’s 7. The code is 4, 3, 1, 2, 4, 7.”

 Nayeon turns her head, locking eyes with you again through the glass, where you are still standing behind Seolhyun’s spent, exhausted body. Your shaft is still embedded inside her.

 “Good boy,” she whispers into Jay’s ear, before standing up and pulling down her shirt and rebuttoning up the collar.

 “Hey, what the… what the fuck?” Jay spits.

 Nayeon snaps her fingers. The door to the interrogation room opens, and in walk two police officers - and Jihyo, with a look of intense disapproval on her face as she steps in and crosses her arms. 

 “Toss him into a hole and let him rot,” Nayeon says as she smooths her messy hair and finishes composing herself. With a nonchalance that impresses you, she saunters over to the notepad on the desk, where she jots down the code Jay gave her.

 Jay resists, hard, but the two officers finally manage to drag him cursing and swearing out of the room, his pants still around his knees. Jihyo follows them, but not before giving Nayeon one last look. Nayeon sees it and points at the code she has obtained, and Jihyo seems placated enough to give her one last smirk before turning and leaving the room.

 In the viewing room your softened cock finally slips out of Seolhyun’s body, drawing a gasp from the young woman as a not insignificant stream of hot semen flows from her entrance to stain her full thighs. She turns around and leans back against the glass, breathing heavily. You step forward and press yourself against her, bringing your lips to hers and kissing her deeply - not so much a kiss of passion or of lust, but one of appreciation. It was your half-hearted way of apologizing for not paying as much attention to her as she deserved, not that she minded.

 “Fuck, that was hot,” she gasps, still breathing heavily. Her shirt is still undone, and you couldn’t help but watch as her bra-clad breasts heaving up and down as she catches her breath.

 Seolhyun catches on to the look you are giving her, and she reaches up to your cheek.

 “Now that the distraction is over, you can stop pretending you’re fucking her,” she whispers, “and you can start fucking me.”

 She reaches up and lets her green blouse fall from her shoulders, then reaches behind her to undo her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She falls to her knees, and with her small hands she grasps your shaft, still slick with her own juices and your cum, and gives it a lick from top to bottom.

 Seolhyun soon has you at full hardness, and you want to focus on her, want to give her the attention she deserves. For a second you look down and watch as she takes your now fully hard cock in and out of her wet, warm mouth. Seolhyun had the body of a goddess, and you knew the coming minutes would be pleasurable in the extreme, especially now that you could focus on her and not someone else. You want to give her the fucking she deserved, undistracted by what was going on in the next room.

 But all you can think of is the young woman in the interrogation room. Nayeon gathers up her files and notepad, and with one last look at you, she leaves.

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 Author’s Note: Trying something new here with the voyeur thing, and I have to admit it was more fun than I thought it would be. Let me know what you all think :)

[shhh-no-ones-home]

the chase bucky barnes x reader

+++++++++ i started this before i started Artistry one and two but i am just now getting around to finishing this one. but of course i watched the falcon and the winter soldier, and episode one broke me. let's just say I'm sad Bucky sleeps on the floor 🥺

Song: the hurt the hope by as it is

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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I rolled over, my hand gracing his side of the bed and feeling much more awake when I was met with emptiness. I frowned, sitting up quickly and looking around the darkened room.

"James?"

I asked but didn't get a response. Then panic set in. I threw the blanket off of me quickly, looking around the room first before making my way down the hallway. When I hit the living room I sighed out, seeing him laying on the floor in front of the couch. His hand was tucked under the pillow under his head and one of the thinner blankets was draped over his large frame. I felt pity for a moment, it now clicking that he must have been doing this for a while. I had always noticed the blanket moved when I came in in the morning, it being draped over the back of the couch differently than how I had put it back before going to bed at night. It all made a little more sense now. I shook my head and walked slowly to the couch. I watched as his eyes snapped open and he stared at me intently.

"Morning."

I whispered as he sat up slowly.

"What are you doing up?"

He asked and I shrugged.

"I rolled over and you were gone. I wanted to see where you went."

I moved slowly to sit on the couch, my leg barely gracing his arm as he stayed sat on the floor.

"Why don't you go back to bed?"

I shook my head.

"Why don't you go back to bed?"

I said and he sighed, rubbing his eyes with his one hand.

"I guess it's just too soft."

I nodded slowly, placing my hand on his shoulder. Then I got an idea.

"I'll be right back."

I stepped away for a moment, walking back down the hallway and searching for something in the closet. When I came back he sent me a curious look. First I moved the coffee table and told him to move. Then I opened it, spreading the queen sized sleeping bag out onto the living room floor.

"There, not too soft and not too hard."

I said proud of myself, grabbing the extra blanket off the opposing chair and laying it out on my typical side of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

He asked, looming over me as I started getting into the sleeping bag.

"Sleeping on the floor next to my boyfriend."

I said sternly, snatching a throw pillow off the couch. I looked up at him as I got cozy and patted the space next to me.

"Care to join?"

I asked and I could see his jaw tighten. Then he nodded once, moving to the floor beside me. When he was in and set he rolled onto his side and stared at me.

"Cozy?"

He nodded at me.

"You know you don't have to do this right?"

I rolled onto my side too and smiled at him.

"We do strange things for the people we love."

I leaned in and kissed his nose before wiggling further down into the bag. He smiled back at me for a moment, wrapping his arm around my torso and pulling me into him.

"I love you too."

He said, kissing my forehead and tucking my head under his chin. I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes, snuggling into him.

"Goodnight baby."

°°°°°°°°°

When I woke up again I was no longer on the floor. Actually I was on the couch and everything was back to the way it was before I had set up our little bedding situation last night. I blinked slowly, the sun shining bright in my eyes as I moved to sit up, the blanket falling away from my arms.

"Morning princess."

He said, smiling at me as he handed me a cup of coffee.

"Morning handsome."

I replied, gladly accepting the kiss he offered.

"You sleep okay?"

He asked as he sat beside me and I nodded.

"Did you?"

I inquired, taking a sip of the coffee. He sent me a knowing look.

"Surprisingly, yes."

"how come you didn't tell me sooner?"

he averted his gaze, looking at the floor in front of us. i should've known he would be quiet about it. i frowned, reaching up and turning his head to look at me.

"buck, you know this isn't a 'speak when spoken to' relationship. you can talk to me."

he nodded slowly and i moved my hand to run my thumb over his cheek bone. he just closed his eyes and sighed.

"What's wrong?"

i tried again and he looked back to me.

"im just not used to all this. even in Wakanda i still slept on the ground. its what im used to."

i tried to study his face. he seemed sad, and i knew why. he had told me why. we were getting through it.

"is that why we never spend the night at your place?"

i asked and he sent me a nervous look.

"i dont have a whole lot of furniture."

he confessed, kissing my palm before taking my hand in his.

"i love you buck, and if that means sleeping on the floor next to you to make you more comfortable then so be it."

"youd do that for me?"

i nodded, putting the mug on the coffee table.

"bucky i would do anything to make you feel better, or make you feel more comfortable, or even more secure. if that means baby steps to sleeping in a bed again then great, if that means never getting to that point either then it is what it is. i care about you and im willing to put your needs first. it what you do in a partnership."

i could see the tears welling in his eyes. i knew if i saw him cry then it would break me too so i just readjusted to sit on my knees and pulled him into a tight hug.

"we're in this together."

i said softly, scratching the back of his head lightly. he just nodded against my chest, his arms tightly around my torso and his hands firmly at my back. we sat like that for a good couple of minutes and i could feel his hot tears soaking through my t-shirt, but i didnt really care. he needed me and i was gonna be there for him. i knew he needed time, and he could have all my time if he asked. when he finally decided to pull away he kissed me gently, pressing our foreheads together after.

"thank you."

he said quietly and i nodded against him.

"anything for you buck."

[sunnydaisy1]

Kiss Me

Mark Sloan x Reader, best friends

A/N: There’s not enough Mark fluff on here and I love this man too much to not write anything. Hope you enjoyyy!

I absent mindedly watched the TV as Mark rested his head in my lap and I stroked his peppery hair. Mark and I had swiftly become best friends when he moved to Seattle and I was an attending in general surgery. Normally Callie joined us in our evenings after work but she had decided to go to Joe's instead for whatever reason. I smiled as I felt Mark chuckle underneath me at Jake Peralta doing something stupid. I looked down at him and my heart fluttered at his chiseled face. I was sitting on the couch while Mark stretched out across it but kept his head in my lap. I brushed my right hand across his forehead into his hair and ran my fingers through the soft strands. "You alright there watching me?" Mark said, tilting his head up to look at me. I rolled my eyes but smiled, "Im not watching you idiot." Mark chuckled and raised his eyebrows but returned to watching the show. I stopped running my hands through his hair, trying to focus on our favourite show but it was incredibly hard considering the sexiest, funniest and kindest man i know was lying next to me. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Mark looked up at me, eyebrows furrowed, "You expecting anyone Y/N?" I shook my head, "No unless it's Callie." Mark instantly shook his head, "nah not her." I frowned in suspicion and Mark beamed. I patted his hair to get him to lift up so I could check who it was at the door and he obliged. I tiptoed to the door, looking through the peekhole. As soon as I saw snobby Gina from nextdoor standing there with her nose upturned and designer clothes I groaned quietly. I tiptoed back to Mark quietly, rolling my eyes. "Who is it?!" Mark whisper yelled, still lying on the sofa with his arms resting above his head, showing off his perfectly toned biceps. "Bloody Gina from next door, she's such a pain in the ass and always comes round to complain." I replied, rubbing my forehead with my hand as the doorbell continued to ring, now accompanied by knocking. Mark laughed and i quickly shushed him, making him chuckle. "I can answer the door if you want and say you're not home." He kindly offered but I shook my head, "No it won't work she'll know I'm here with you, we need to make her go away!" I whispered, looking around the room. Mark smirked cheekily, "We could pretend to have sex." My eyes widened and I thwacked his chest, whispering "Mark! Stop being so dirty!" He just grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at me. I groaned and looked to the door again where Gina was furiously knocking, yelling she knows Im in there. "I'll just answer it." Mark said, sitting up now. "Yeah and say goodbye to a relaxing evening!" I whisper yelled, frantically searching my brain for ideas. Mark was silent and when I finally looked at him he smirked that signature grin and I crossed my arms over my chest. "What?" "We can just pretend to be having sex- " Mark started but I interrupted him, "No I already said no to that idea idiot." He stood up and put a hand on each of my shoulders. "No we don't have to make noises Y/N, however much I'd like to hear you, we can just make it look like we are." Mark continued, watching smugly as my face heated up at his flirting. "What do you mean?" I asked, scolding myself for even considering the idea. "We just make me look like I'm having sex with you, ya know, mess up my hair etc." Mark grinned, his eyes scanning my face. I gave him a pointed look and he winked, making me huff in exasperation. "Fine, come here." I gave in, pulling Mark towards me. A cheeky smile played on Mark's lips as he leaned down a little to me, letting me ruffle his hair. "Okay done." I said, standing back and biting my lip. "Actually wait a second." I brought his head back down and reached my hands round to the back of his neck, pulling the hair softly. Mark sucked in a breath as I did and i smirked, shaking my head at the horny 15 year old man. "Okay now you're done." I said, trying not to look at his ruffled hair too long, wanting to run my hands through it. Mark stepped back from me, discarding his shirt to which my eyes bulged and scanned his torso, taking in the toned abs and v line and his upper body. "Enjoying yourself there Y/N?" He asked and I shook my head, stuttering, "what uh no." Mark chuckled at my flustered response and went to undo his belt and trousers. "Woah woah woah." I said, stopping him from going any further. "She doesn't need to see you naked Sloan." Mark lopsidedly smirked, making my heart beat quicker, desperately trying to focus on his face. "If you say so ma'am." He ran from one side of the room to the other, before dropping to the ground and doing 5 pushups. I watched my best friend ashamedly, admiring the flexing muscles across his back and chest. Mark jumped back up and winked at me, his face looking hotter and a little sweaty. He walked to the door and I hid in the hallway, watching him open it up to Gina. "Oh hi." She said, obviously checking him out as she scanned him head to toe. Mark grinned at her cheekly, showing off flirtily. He acted a little out of breath as he smoothly replied, "Hey." I rolled my eyes at his smug look despite my heart beating rapidly in my chest. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Gina asked, a horrible smile on her face. "Just a little." Mark replied, winking as he leant against the doorframe. The devious woman in front of him practically melted and tucked her bleached hair behind her ear. "I was just wondering if I could please talk to Y/N?" She asked sickenly sweet. I waited for Mark's response as he smirked at her. "No can do love, we're a bit preoccupied." Gina frowned and clasped her bag, "I'll come back later then." Mark shook his beautifully gorgeous face and leaned down to whisper something to her. I strained my ears to hear and flushed when I heard his reply. "I'm afraid we're gonna be busy all night." Gina at once flushed but smiled flirtily back, "Okay, I'll see you around then." Mark nodded and closed the door as she started back to her apartment. He turned back to face me and grinned, watching me scoot from the top of the cabinet by the stairs. He walked over to me and let me place my hands on his bare warm shoulders as I jumped down, securing his own hands on my waist. "Thanks Mark, you're a literal life saver." He chuckled and let go of me as I smiled up at him. "Anything for you Y/N." I blushed and quickly walked to the open kitchen. "Put your shirt back on Sloan." I said teasingly as he went back to the couch. I filled the kettle and was just turning round when I felt Mark's hands on my waist. I moved to face him and watched as he intently looked at me, a small smirk spreading across his face while I frowned. He had me pinned up by the edge of the counter and I flicked my gaze to his lips and back to his warm eyes. "m..mark?" I asked as he continued to scan my face and I could feel myself getting flustered. He started to move closer and I panicked, coughing and making him lean back. He himself flushed this time but kept his grip on my waist, "Oh I just wanted to ask for a coffee please." I nodded and watched wide eyed as Mark hesitated before leaving the kitchen. My mind raced as I got some mugs out the cupboard, was he about to kiss me? Was I about to kiss him? Did I want to kiss Mark? I was too busy staring at the kettle waiting for it to boil that I didn't notice Mark walking back into the kitchen behind me. I yelled out in surprise as an arm turned me all of a sudden before I was quietened by a pair of soft lips being pressed against mine. I widened my eyes in shock as my best friend kissed me, his hand cupping my cheek and then pulled away, blush on his face as he looked at me. I stammered in surprise and Mark widened his eyes, sensing my shock. "Oh my god I'm sorry Y/N, I just couldn't stop myself, I've wanted to kiss you for so long and I even bribed Callie to give us the evening alone. Im so sorry Ive ruined everything." Mark stepped back but I quickly stopped him, placing a hand on his arm. He never got flustered and to see him suddenly so vulnerable cleared my thoughts. "Mark." He looked up at me with hurt eyes and I snaked one hand to cup his jaw while the other went to the nape of his neck. I leaned in but stopped an inch away. "Kiss me." I breathed out, looking at his pink lips. He at once crashed his lips into mine, putting one hand on my waist and the other cupping my cheek. We kissed for what felt like forever but was only a minute until I pulled his hair at the back of his neck softly and he groaned into my mouth, making me smirk and pull away. I rested my forehead againt his chest, eyes closed before I looked up into his eyes. "So, you bribed Torres?" Mark groaned and let his head fall, a small grin on his face. "You're never gonna let me live this down are you?" He asked and I beamed, leaning in and whispering "never" before capturing his lips with mine again. 

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A Heart That Needs Two

Summary: Dorothy and Makoto both are after Laurent’s heart. Laurent is very much aware, their advances aren’t a secret, but he can’t bring himself to choose. Makoto and Dorothy come up with a solution.

Notes: first time writing a ship dynamic like this, also happy Valentines. AU where Dorothy is with TC

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Laurent hid himself in Cythina’s room. Today was valentines. He knew two certain people would be looking for him, so he hid in Cythina’s room, his room was too obvious. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen, fearing he might be forced to picked.

“How much longer are you going to avoid them?” Cythina asked.

“Until this holiday is over.” Laurent plopped himself onto a love seat in her room.

She shook her head, throwing a box of chocolates to him, from the pile of gifts she received.

It was no secret to the whole Team Confidence that both Dorothy and Makoto were after Laurent. It was no secret Laurent liked them both, but couldn’t bring himself to chose.

Since Dorothy and Laurent had broken up, a few years back, their realtionship as friends started to build itself back up. They got to actually know each other, in a more healthy way. Through that healthy build up, Dorothy found herself falling for Laurent for real this time, feeling like she could love him, and not forcing herself just cause he loved her.

A few years went by and Makoto joined the team. Makoto wasn’t stupid, he knew his father was doing something else on his so called “business” trips. Soon he was introduced to TC, and given his a chance to prove himself in a con. Much to Oz’s dismay, Makoto begged him to allow him to join. Of course Miki smacked her husband when she found out he had allowed Makoto to join.

Makoto and Laurent’s dynamic was just natural. They worked well, they bounce off of each other. Makoto found himself admiring everything about the Belgian man. From 3 years since Makoto joined the team, he had fully fallen for Laurent.

Laurent was in a dilema. Dorothy was his first love, it be foolish to say he didn’t still love her. He was hoping they would be able to try again as they grew closer as friends. However, the addition of Makoto threw a wrench into his plan. He didn’t expect to connect to the Japanese man so fast. He didn’t expect their dynamic would be so natural. Something about Makoto drew him in. Before Laurent knew it, he had fallen for Makoto, but his feelings for Dorothy were still strongly there.

Cythina threw a pillow at Laurent, snapping him out of his daze.

“Dorothy texted me asking if I’ve seen you” she held up her phone.

Laurent sighed “of course she did”

“Oh look Makoto just sent me a text asking me the same thing” she checked her messages

“You’re telling me to just suck it up huh?” Laurent asked

“Yes. You can’t avoid them forever.” She told him bluntly “no matter how hard you try to avoid it, you’re going to have to talk to them”

Laurent sighed slowly getting up “I don’t want to hurt either of them”

“Love is a risk Laurent. You know that more then anyone. Just do what you think is best”

Laurent nodded slowly leaving her room. He walked into the living, to find Makoto and Dorothy in the kitchen together. They both looked at him and smiled.

“Laurie!!” Dorothy ran over and hugged him “we’ve been looking for you everywhere, were you hiding from us? Meanie” she pouted

Laurent chuckled hugging her back “no, I was just chatting with Cythina”

Makoto came over handing Laurent a cup of coffee “beans I got in Colombia, hope you like them”

“If you picked them im sure they’re wonderful soybean” Laurent winked and took a sip of the coffee. Laurent couldn’t help but smile, Makoto knew how Laurent liked his coffee.

“Edamame and I were thinking the three of us can hang out on the beach. It’s such a nice day to be outside” Dorothy tugged at his arm.

Laurent looked at her, seeing how big and brightly she smiled at him. How can he say no?

An hour later, the trio were on the beach together. Dorothy wore a pink bikini with a cute sun hat she had gotten in France. Makoto wore his red swim trucks with a lose white tank top. Laurent wore just his blue trucks, his sunglasses resting on his head.

Dorothy dragged Laurent into the water while Makoto finished setting up. Dorothy started to splash him laughing, resulting in Laurent chasing her to splash her back. Makoto sat in the shade watching the two.

“Edamame! Join us!!” Laurent waved

“I’m good thanks” Makoto said

Dorothy and Laurent looked at each other, an evil grin spreading across both their faces. The two dashed over and picked up Makoto. Dorothy grabbing his legs, and Laurent picking him up from the torso.

“WAIT NO”

The two swung the soybean back and forth, counting down from 5 together. On one, they flung Makoto into the water. Makoto went flying, his screaming cut off by the splash into the water.

He popped his head out coughing, Laurent and Dorothy laughing their asses off.

“YOU ASSHOLES!” Makoto splashed them both.

Dorothy pushed Laurent back in, using him as a shield.

“HEY!” Laurent yelled, enduring all of Makoto’s splashes

Dorothy held onto Laurent’s back laughing. Makoto charged at them both, and jumped at Laurent, knocking all of them over.

The trio fell back into the shallow area, all laughing as small tides washed over them.

Dorothy and Makoto laid on opposite ends of Laurent, both draping their arms across his chest. Laurent had both his arms wrapped around them. He looked down at both of them, he smiled widely. How could he even chose?

They all sat up, Dorothy locking eyes with Makoto, both nodding at each other.

“Laurie, we have something to tell you”

A knot tighten in Laurent’s stomach. He knew what was coming.

“You probably know Dorothy and I both have feelings for you.” Makoto said.

Laurent nodded, gulping down the lump in his throat. He looked back between the two, how can he chose? Who should he chose? Why was it him who had to pick?

“And well..the two of us have been talking a lot” Dorothy explained. She reached off and held Makoto’s hand “and...neither of us wants to give you up to the other”

Laurent’s heart was racing. He couldn’t handle the thought of losing either of them.

“So we decided” Makoto looked at him. “That if it’s ok with you and if you’re comfortable with it, if we can both date you.”

“Look...Makoto, Dorothy I-“ Laurent cut himself off, did he hear Makoto right? “Wait I’m sorry what?”

“We both want to date you” Makoto explained

“At the same time” Dorothy smiled

Laurent looked between the two, a bit confused

“Again! This is only if you’re ok with the idea” Dorothy told him “we’ve already talk about it, and the two of us are ok with sharing you, but this is also your choice Laurie. We don’t want to push you into something you’re not comfortable with” she explained

Laurent took a moment to take it all in. “What about the two of you? Are you two also going to be? You know?”

“No” Makoto said “we talked about that but we don’t like each other that way.”

Laurent nodded and took a deep breathe. He didn’t expect this at all. The two looked at him waiting an answer. He didn’t have to chose. He didn’t mind, it was worth a shot, it didn’t hurt to try.

“And you two are hundred precent sure you’re ok with this?” Laurent asked

“Yes” they both said at the same time.

Laurent smiled and nodded “ok”

A big smile spread across Dorothy’s face. Blush spread across Makoto’s face, smiling like a dork. The two pushed the Belgian man down and pecked at his cheeks smiling.

Laurent chuckled wrapping an arm around Dorothy’s waist and another across Makoto’s shoulder. He looked at the sky smiling wondering where this will lead them.

That day was 5 years ago.

Laurent woke up in a king size bed. He felt two bodies smushed against him. On his left, Makoto was curled up to his side, on his right, Dorothy was against him, the rest of her body sprawled out as she snored.

Laurent carefully untangled himself from the two of them. He carefully got up, trying hard to not wake neither of his partners.

Heading to the kitchen, he started breakfast. Their house in France had a nice view of the village they lived in. Laurent felt their cat rubbed against his leg, before it went back to its cat post.

As he set the table, Laurent looked at the two rings on his finger. He smiled and brought his hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each ring.

He felt two arms wrap around him. Without having to look he already knew who it was.

“Morning soybean” Laurent held his hands.

“Morning..” Makoto lazily pecked at his back, then pulling away to go make some coffee.

Dorothy stumbled into the kitchen still half asleep. She drug herself to Laurent, falling onto his chest.

“Morning sunshine” Laurent pecked her head.

Dorothy grumbled a good morning, clinging to his chest. She looked at him, eyes still half closed “happy anniversary..” she yawned

Makoto came back handing Laurent his coffee and pecking his cheek “happy anniversary”

Laurent smiled, putting his coffee down and pulled Makoto into his hold as well “happy anniversary my loves”

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Sweetness

Pairing: Jeno × fem!reader

Genre: smut!!, established relationship, domestic??

Word count: ~2k

Summary: What better way to beat the summer heat than with a sweet treat?

⚠️ Warnings: pretty much another pwp, 00 liner smut, food play, ice play(?), fingering, rough and unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), pet names (moreso relationship-wise though), look..very curious things happen with popsicles okay?, not yet proofread.

A/N: lmk if I missed any warnings or any typos and such! I haven't written in so long or thought up anything this filthy to the point that I even surprised myself with this one.. so much for easier the 00 line content onto this blog. Whoops! Anyway I hope you guys enjoy! xoxo (oh also im currently on mobile so i'll add the read later in a bit, i apologize in advance!!)

It all started out with Jeno being a tease on a hot, hot summer evening. Sure, it was terribly humid out, but the way he kept sucking at the colorful popsicle even when it began to melt down to his slender fingers had you feeling wet heat in a much more personal sense. He held eye contact with you as his lips pulled away from the frozen treat, sinful eyes making it a point to devour the way you intook just a little extra air when he licked at the sticky mess upon his palm.

"Care for a taste?" Jeno offered, his deep voice filled with mirth. That's all it really took for you quickly stride across the room to join him where he'd been sat at the sofa. He tossed the remainder of the popsicle atop its wrapper on the coffee table, instead pulling you into his lap as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You could still taste the cold sweetness on his tongue even as he sucked at yours, biting your bottom lip as his strong embrace loosens in favor of grabbing at your ass.

He thanks the heavens for your wardrobe selection today, your skirt making it so much easier to grind against your pretty little panties. If the wet spot forming on his pants was anything to go by, he'd guess you were just as needy as him if not moreso.

"On your back princess, I wanna try something." Jeno helps you take off your shirt as he lays you onto the leather, straddling over your hips before slowly making his way down to your breasts. He mumbles out praises for your body as his slowly warming mouth licks and sucks at your nipples. He separates from your body, drawing out a whine from your lips, when suddenly his now cold again mouth quickly works them to stiff peaks.

"You like that, baby?" You can only nod at his question, carelessly reaching for his hair, needing something to grab onto as he presses cold kisses across the expanse of your neck down your torso. "You're so sensitive for me, does a little cold make you this wet, hmm?" You blink up at your usually sweet boyfriend, only to find his gaze to be more hungry than playful.

"Answer me, baby? Or have I already fucked you stupid without even touching you?" The loud whine your body automatically let out as a response to his filthy words has you blushing frantically, only serving to further spur Jeno's near-sadistic behavior. "Aww, it's ok princess, there's no need to be embarrassed. You're gonna sound so pretty when you're cumming for me later, I just know it."

Before you know it, your skirt's flipped up to cover your abdomen, and it's near impossible to tear your gaze away from Jeno's fingers and how they seemingly glide across your wet lips. His tongue peeks out to lick at your clit before giving it a harsh suck, pulling back to bite at your thigh with a groan, and you just know he's left you with another blossoming mark. You always make it a point to complain about Jeno's marking habits, but he knew better; after all, he's caught you staring at them in the mirror before when you thought he wasn't home.

Frustrated that you had yet to be properly touched despite all your boyfriend's teasing, crinkling sound catches your attention, only to be met with the sight of Jeno sucking at that damned popsicle again. So much for hoping it was a condom so you'd finally be getting some. "Babe, pleeaaseee," you keen, wiggling your hips before biting at your swollen lower lip, trying to entice your boyfriend, "do something, anything."

"Anything?" But it's more of a statement than a question, as you soon find out. The remainder of your clothing is dragged off your body before the cool touch surprises you, but you're even more surprised to find Jeno fucking a brand new popsicle into your wetness. "Your pussy's gonna be so sticky and sweet for me, can't wait to watch you suck it off me," he all but groans at the mere thought of your heavenly lips sucking him off. The image of Jeno's colorful cum spilling out of you doesn't last long, as the freezing treat demands its presence be known, his tongue simultaneously going back to working at your clit.

Letting out a loud moan of his name, he looks up at you, squeezing you thigh with his free hand to draw your attention back to his face, intense eyes settling upon your teary ones. "Does it feel good, baby? Is it too cold?" You're touched that he's checking up on you, but it's really difficult to form words when his cold digits take over and fuck up into you with fervor.

"Don't stop, don't stop fuck Jeno please don't stop!" Just as you cry out for more, the man in question pulls away from you completely, leaving you high and dry just when it your orgasm was building up around his skilled fingers. Your eyes open to the sight of a shirtless Jeno with his pants and briefs pushed down just enough so that he can fuck up into his hand, giving himself just a hint of relief before moving on to the main event. Complaints die in your throat as you watch Jeno grasp both his leaking cock and the popsicle between his palms, rocking against the length of the sticky mess before once again pushing it into you a handful of times, ultimately discarding it off-handedly in the general direction of the coffee table it had been melting atop. "Think you're ready to take my cock now, princess? Wanna feel how well you take me," mumbling the latter against your lips, already having his tongue nearly down your throat as he aligns his tip, drawing out beautiful, desperate moans when he finally pushes in and sheathes himself inside your wetness to the hilt. You'd never even noticed when the rest of his clothes had gone missing, but you weren't complaining either.

"Fuck Jeno, how do you feel so hot yet so cold at the same time?" you shiver, simultaneously pulling closer and farther from his body, seeking the warmth from his chest while avoiding his freezing hands. He only chuckles at this, kissing further down your jaw before pausing to suck another mark, this time into your sensitive breast. Jeno's cold hands find purchase on your hips despite all your wriggling, bodies quickly warming up as the heat in the room rises on this passionate summer night. His hips work a strong rhythm into your own, pulling lewd melodies from the depths of your chest, raking your nails down his broad back in retaliation for making your things quake.

"Please tell me you're close, because I'm so turned on I can't guarantee I'll outlast you at this rate." The sheepish confession coming from a face that's anything but has you nearly combusting on the spot. His furrowed brows, parted, kiss-swollen lips and strangled groans all adding to your current heightened state of pleasure.

"Just a little more, Jeno I'm so so close. Feels so fucking good, just like tha-at," your eyes roll back as you're speaking and the cockiness that his features don immediately spell trouble. He's found your spot and he is whole heartedly planning to abuse this newfound knowledge. Both of your thighs are pushed up and pinned in place by your chest, his knees digging deeper into the leather; the glint in your boyfriend's dark eyes shining twice as bright in the now-evening glow, vision quickly blurring as his pace picks up considerably. His filthy praises besides your ear only helping your decent further into madness, bucking your hips into his as your nails dig into his shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, good girl, let go for me, come all over my dick, you can do it." As if by magic spell, your release floods your senses, a strangled cry of Jeno's name escaping your weak lips, babbling as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The colorful popsicle residue mixed with your own cum leaks out of you as Jeno pulls out of your warmth, and he stops for a moment to admire the art that would soon be once again ruined by raging hormones.

True to his filthy word, once you've recovered your still-horny lover is quick to lead your head between his legs, making sure you wouldn't forget the real sticky treat he'd made sure to save you a taste of. "Your mouth feels so good, so good, all for me, yeah?" he coos down at your form, blissed out as he enjoys the view.

It's his turn to be surprised however, when you pull off his cock to wink up at him, seductively murmuring for him to use you for his own release and fuck your throat. Not one that needs to be told twice, Jeno cups your cheeks as he holds you in place, slowly slipping into your mouth once again. He stops to make sure you're sure, asking if you're okay every time you whine or gag around him, not wanting to hurt you either.

Once you reassure him you're fine and start moving of your own accord, the loudest moan you've ever heard from Jeno to date spilling out, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure from the delicious sensation. You have all but a minute's worth of the upper hand before feline eyes are back on your own, silently asking for permission to begin moving his hips. Your silent response comes in the way your hands come up to his hips, ready to stop him if you needed to come up for air. A mere three thrusts in and Jeno is doubling over, sweet and filthy words coming out slurred as he's drunk off the feeling of your thigh throat around his length. "I'm so fucking close, oh my god," Jeno's ragged voice manages to rasp out, bucking wildly as you gag around his thick dick. "Gonna cum down your throat princess, yes or no?" He tugs at your hair to get your attention, briefly stilling his fidgeting hips. Your moan of an answer and the way you claw at his thighs to brace yourself being all the nonverbal cues he needs before he pulls out, sensitive tip all the way at your lips again, and you take in a deep breath just before he pushes back in so deep you feared you wouldn't be able to take it, the evidence of white, hot pleasure coating your throat in stripes.

Rather than the usual salty tang of Jeno's cum, the sweetness of the popsicle and taste of your own essence remaining the dominant taste on your tongue. You lick at your sticky lips as Jeno slowly pulls away from your mouth, hissing at how sensitive he is after such a powerful orgasm. He lays back before pulling you with him to lie over his chest, uncaring for the sweaty sheen adorning your bodies in favor of the peaceful embrace of your love. Many peppered kisses and high praises later, Jeno gently turns to press a lingering kiss atop your head, softly calling your name to beckon your gaze.

He breaks the silence by asking, "What do you say about trying whipped cream next time?"

"Sounds... sweet," you retort, much to Jeno's chagrin. At times like this he could easily see why his friends made fun of you two for your sense of humor. But for as much as he teased, he knew he would always be twice as in love with you as he ever claimed to be. And that.. was pretty sweet indeed.

[maraudersandlily20]

"i'll be your reason to fight." Drarry maybe? Im a simple person

“I don’t understand why the cutest people are always taken,” Jean said, his bottom lip protruding out in a out. It was cute, in an adolescent way, that made Harry laugh. Jean had insisted on walking him through the market, again, as Jean usually did. Harry had told his friend that he was taken, since Jean had seemed to actively try to prove him wrong. 

They were an odd couple to see down the fair streets of Auvers-Sur-Oise. Harry wasn’t too tall, standing proudly at 5′11, whereas Jean stood at a towering 6′4. Where Harry was dark and exotic, as his neighbors often would tell him, Jean looked entirely french. He was tall and gangly, with dark curly hair and fair skin. He looked a lot like Cedric, Harry would notice one day as Jean read to him from a cheesy book of poetry. They looked like polar opposites, but they got along swimmingly. 

Harry had allowed the flirting to continue because he found it harmless. His heart belonged to someone else who was spending 5 months in England with his family. And Jean was kind and attentive and he made Harry feel less lonely, less like an anomaly. So, Jean flirted, Harry would smack him and laugh, and they would spend the days together. 

They were, at the time Jean made this proclamation, standing in front of a flower cart. Harry was eyeing the blossoms skeptically, having read too many books about unknown poison or carnivorous plants. Jean, however, was smelling every single kind of flower, sighing in content after every sniff. Jean often insisted that Harry had to have flowers in his house, to make him feel like it was spring, that it was warm. Harry agreed.

“I’m sorry, Jean. If I wasn’t me, and we weren’t where we are right now WHEN we are, it might have worked.” Harry countered, smiling.

“Wrong place, wrong time?” Jean queried, his eyebrow lifted in amusement. “That’s the argument you’re going with.”

Harry laughed. “Truly, if we had met even just a few years ago, then things might have been different. But you know how it is.”

Jean waved him off. “Yes, yes, I know. The whole enemies to lovers moment you’ve had with your lover. I hope he knows just how lucky he is. If you weren’t so besotted with him, I would have whisked you away to my home and used all of my french powers of seduction on you.” He pulled a flower out and waved it dramatically in front of Harry’s face. The shorter boy swatted at it, trying to act annoyed.

“Your french powers of seduction aren’t all that they’re cracked up to be, you know.”

Jean gasped, his hand against his heart. “I will have you know, Monsieur Potter, that I have never heard such a complaint about them. Your love is clouding your judgement.”

With another roll of his eyes, Harry snatched the flower that Jean had been waving, as well as several others that compliments the color quite well. When he had enough, he paid the kind woman behind the stand and continued on his way, Jean trailing behind him. 

“What are those for?” he queried, looking at the flowers in Harry’s hands. “So many today. Much more than usual.”

“Buy me lunch, Jean, and I’ll show you.” It was a trick that Harry had learned fast as Jean’s friend. He couldn’t stand to miss any chance to eat. So, Jean grabbed onto Harry’s arm and pulled him to a nearby cafe, ordering their midday meals, and watched as Harry began weaving the flowers together.

“I learned this from a dear friend of mine,” Harry explained, pulling a white flower between the yellow and blue ones he had just knotted together. “She had a love of making flowers wearable. She would braid them into her hair, make necklaces and even belts from them. She never stopped wearing flowers.” Memories of Luna floated into his mind, of her explaining that muggles’ love for flowers was not misplaced, as so many insisted. They simply saw beauty differently. Ginny had sent him a few photos of the two of them, Luna sporting a flower crown in every single one. “After spending any amount of time with her, you can’t help but pick a few things up.”

Jean had laughed and watched over his coffee cup as Harry wove the flowers. He would never admit it to Harry who had become such a dear friend to him, but he felt such a longing toward him that he didn’t even mind remaining his friend as long as Harry stayed around. Jean, of course, wanted more. But he bit back his remarks of admiration and tried to keep it friendly.

As Harry weaved the last of the flowers together and they had eaten the last bit of food on their plates, they both stood to say their goodbyes. “I don’t know how I’ll ever go back to England,” Harry murmured, feeling full. “Food there doesn’t even begin to compare.”

“Then you shall have to stay here forever,” Jean declared, placing Harry’s flower crown atop his head and kissed both of his cheeks. “Until tomorrow, Minou!” And then Jean was gone.

Harry rolled his eyes once again, a habit when Jean was around. But he felt affection swell up in him. Jean was a large reason why Harry had felt so content here, felt like he could belong in this small town. He wished he could give him what he wanted, but a pair of silver eyes flashed into his mind and knew he never could. 

With a sigh, he tucked the flower crown further into his hair and headed toward his home. The spring sun was filtering down among the trees and the road was entirely clear. There were people sitting out in front of their homes, drinking and chatting and soaking up the sun. He waved to a few he recognized and they called out in greeting.

If you had asked him if he was planning to remain in France, at first he would have said no. It was just a temporary blip in his life to recover and regain his strength after the war. But after staying there for so long, as he was coming up on a year of living there, he was tempted to change his mind. There was a feeling of peace that filled him here that he had never had anywhere else. 

He turned the corner and pulled out his keys to open up the door, but stopped when a pair of black shoes came into his view. His eyes followed the shoes, and they were attached to a pair of legs, attached to a torso, attached to a pair of crossed arms, and finally a head covered in almost white hair. It was...

“Draco?”

Harry felt his heart swell at the presence of his boyfriend and made a movement to go to him, but something in Draco’s face stopped him. 

Draco wasn’t looking at him, his eyes trained to something to the right of Harry, but Harry knew there wasn’t anything of notice there. “I see,” Draco started, his voice strained, “I see that I might have been gone too long.”

“Wh-What do you mean?”

“If you had wanted to see other people, Potter, you should have just said.”

Harry blinked. “Other people? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t be daft. The way you two were carrying on, it was obvious there was something between you. I just wish you had sent a letter or something, and saved me the trip.” Draco began to push past him, but Harry was slowly piecing together the puzzle of Draco’s assumptions. He reacted so fast that he barely thought about it. With a swift movement, He had Draco pressed up against the front door. He reached his hand that was holding his keys into the lock and unlocked the door. When that was complete, he wrenched the door open and shoved Draco inside.

Draco was protesting, trying to struggle, but Harry ignored him. He kicked the door shut behind him and dropped the keys onto the floor unceremoniously. He continued to push against his boyfriend until his back was against the wall. Without another word, Harry had his mouth on his, kissing him with a fervency that he didn’t know he had. Draco tried to resist, tried to hit Harry away from him, but he was unsuccessful in his attempts. And then, his arms were wrapped around Harry’s waist, pulling him closer. And Harry had his hands framing his face, his kisses becoming deeper and insistent. They remained that way, biting at each other, exploring each other, keeping each other in place. 

When Harry felt his breath coming in short gasps, he pulled back and rested his head against Draco’s. Between pants, he said, “You’re daft, Malfoy. But I’m so happy to see you, I hardly care.” And then he kissed him again, swift and chaste before opening his eyes to look at Draco. His pale skin was flushed and his lips were red, his eyes lidded. 

“His name is Jean,” Harry whispered. “He lives in town, working in the bookshop. He’s kind and good and my friend, but it’s not like that. I’ve made that entirely clear to him. I don’t know what you thought you saw, but I promise it wasn’t right.”

Draco groaned and pressed his lips against Harry’s, as if trying to console himself. “I’ve been having to explain my every move for months, always looking for double meanings and snide undertones. It’s been exhausting,” Draco murmured, pain in his voice. “Everything has felt like this huge battle and every day was just another fight. And when I saw you with... with him, and he put this on your head,” his long fingers flicked at the flower crown that Harry had forgotten about almost entirely, “Well, I assumed that the only thing I had been fighting for all these months had given up on me too.”

Harry shook his head, wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist and pulling him close. “Nope. I don’t know if you’ve been made aware, Malfoy, but I’m rather stubborn. I don’t have a tendency to give up on anything.”

There was an emotion in the grey eyes, staring at the green ones, that looked very much like sadness and Harry worried about the treatment that Draco had received the past few months of their separation. He reached up and ran his thumb across Draco’s high cheekbone. “If you’re fighting battles and facing demons, than I’ll happily be your reason to fight,” Harry said the words almost reverently, like a vow. “As long as you keep coming back to me, I’ll still be here.”

Draco sighed. “You are stubborn,” he muttered, but he felt gratitude seep into ever inch of him. 

“I am,” Harry agreed.

“Sorry for assuming.”

“Sorry you’ve had such a shitty time of it.”

“I’m glad you’re still here,” this came out as a whisper.

“I’m glad you came back,” Harry replied, just as softly. And then, as if he couldn’t help himself anymore, he pushed himself up and met Draco’s lips, his fingers moving to find and undo the buttons of his shirt. He kicked off his shoes, and Draco copied him, and Harry started moving them back, without separating their lips, toward his bedroom.

But the flower crown stayed on. 

[dannineedsfriends]

Parrlyn - A Favour - Pt 3

So there's definitely a lotta typos in here- and there's some kissing/making out at the end that some people may be made uncomfortable by. Other than that, enjoy the last part!!

When the tears came, they never seemed to stop. Wrapped in all of the blankets she owned, never washing, never checking her phone. Sometimes, she catches glimpses of herself, her hair is matted across her head, bags under her eyes stretching like fields of bruises and slumming sunken sockets slouching back into her skull. 

Who was there a purpose to exist for, if not Anne? 

She thinks of the lips that she kissed, pulling her closer and waking up in her arms. All she could ever lust for is more- more contact- more time. Had she lost her appeal that quickly? Was her kissing bad? At the time, she had been too involved to even consider if Anne was happy, or even enjoying it. Was she to blame? 

Cathy rolls over once more, watching light filter through the curtains as another sleepless night washed over her face, depleting her energy to live and what felt like nineteen years of her life-expectancy. She pulls the covers over her head, grumbling something along the lines of: why did you turn up the brightness of the sun?

Slowly, she drags herself to sit up, looking around her room in a daze. It really had shaken her up, she realised. Who has the right to knock down the Catherine Parr? The strong one. The smart one. The independent one. No one- not even Anne. 

She stares herself in the face, having found herself sat in front of her mirror, sighing and rubbing her face. It was time to step up, and step away from her feelings. 

That's exactly what she does. 

Catherine Parr regains her confidence, covering herself in lotions of plenty, moisturising and replenishing all that she had lost in a matter of days. Almost Christmas, her spirits are finally up, reaching for the stars. That was when she finally decided to peak at her phone, surprised by the flood of notifications. 

Annie 🦠:

"Cathy please"

"Please answer me I just want to talk to you."

"I miss you."

"Call me when you can please"

"I need to explain myself"

"I cant tell you over text pls"

"Cath pls"

"No one can get in contact with you"

"They're worried"

"Please just answer"

"Cathy IM really worried"

"I wanted to come to your house but I cant remember your address"

"Just call me back okay?"

She lets out a deep sigh, rubbing her eyebrows as one thumb hovers over the call button. Does she dare? Her gut drops, stomach heavy, the imagine of Anne with her lips against another man's imprinting onto her mind.  Anne. Anne. Anne. Not her Anne. Just Anne.

And the phone rings. 

"Cathy?? Cathy is that you??" Anne cries through the phone. "Oh thank God I'm so happy that you called me back- I- i need to explain myself."

 "Yeah. That's a bit of an understatement." Cathy mumbles begrudgingly, holding the phone to her ear and sighing impatiently. 

"Look- just- please. All I want to do is talk. Meet me at the coffee shop in 10, okay?" 

"Fine.." she says, shaking her head. "I'll be there." 

She wouldn't admit it but she was desperate to see Anne, desperate to feel her hand in hers once more, desperate for her. Maybe that was why she practically ran there, specifically to be waiting for her. She ordered her black coffee in a to go cup, sitting in the seat by the window, staring out and looking across the streets for her.

Everytime the door opens, she shivers, the iced winds swallowing her limbs in its malicious embrace. Where was she? She winces: she was once again obsessed with the thought of her, the pure concept of Anne gracing her with the presence. This temptress of a woman had her wrapped around her little finger; the addiction happened so fast, too fast, even, if she were not foolish, Cathy would believe that Anne, indeed, a witch, and she, entranced in her spells. 

That was when she slid into the seat opposite her. 

Her eyes are sad, no longer glistening with her playful countenance, lips down-turned. Cheeks glowing a rosy red and rubbing her hands to deriddle herself of cold. "Thank you.."

Catherine nods, blowing out a soft breath and shaking her head, pushing a poof of hair behind her ear, fiddling with studs in her ears. Her leg bounces anxiously beneath the table, finger tapping a delayed rhythm on the table. Anne must have picked up on her anxious body language, the slouched posture, because she starts talking. 

"Cathy..- I really don't know where to start with this. My parents found out that I liked girls." She swallows, hard, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut, clearly struggling. "And… I almost didn't have a house anymore. I wanted to put a photo of you on my wall- and all that happened is they asked who you were and- I can't lie for shit.

"I had to tell them that you were the girl I was seeing. They didn't see it as fondly as I did. They yelled at me and told me that I was wrong- and- and-" her voice cracks, and she pauses to take a trembling breath. "And told me that I was wrong- and disgusting- and a disgrace and a disappointment." 

"Anne..- I-"

"Please. Just let me finish." Anne pushes her hair out of her face, rubbing her eyes gingerly. "And- if I could find a man to being home- they would accept me again and I could continue living with them- pretending that nothing happened." 

She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head in disbelief of it all. "So I did. And I regret every second I spent with that man. That swine. All because of my dumbass parents dictating my life again! So what if I'm a fucking lesbian? What does it have to do with them?"

She purses her lips and looks away from the table, taking in two sharp breaths and breathing heavily as to hold back the sobs, unable to stop her tears from welling up. Every second that past, Catherine could see the layers of facade crumbling to the ground, revealing the truest, ugliest innards of Anne that she could fathom. She watches as a tear glints as it dances over the curve of her cheek. 

Parr opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out, stunted by the onslaught of tears thrashed away by Anne's hands. She stands, shaking her head herself as her eyes begin to well, walking to stand in front of Anne before pulling her to her chest, still sat down. 

"Annie…" she whispers, her own voice quivering as her hand finds her hair. Cathy shushes her softly, swaying her ever so slightly. "Annie- I'm so sorry..-"

"I thought you were gonna leave..- just then, I mean..-" she cries into her chest, pleading as she wraps her arms around her torso. "Cathy- please don't leave- please- please-"

She shakes her head, speaking as calmly as humanely possible. "I would never- I promise. I'm not leaving- or going anywhere- I'm staying right here and I'm gonna hug you and give you cuddles until you stop crying, okay? Or until I stop crying. Maybe both."

Parr feels Anne laugh against her, looking up at her through her eyelashes, shaking her head. "We're just crying over here, y'know- don't mind us, normal people. Just a puddle of gay in the corner."

"We're not in the corn-"

"Shh.. I'm crying- let me have this one." Anne grins into her chest, burying her face again and letting the sobs ease to hiccups, and when the hiccups finally deplete, she takes a long and deep breath. "I.. I just wanted you to know since you saw me and..-"

"I know..  I know.. it's okay…" Cathy says, hand finding the stray hairs in Anne face that had sprung back into position and holding them back, leaning down to kiss her head, leaving her lips to linger for a few seconds before taking her hand. "Do you want to come back to my house..? Where Anna isn't watching us from across the shop?"

"She's doing what?? Where??"

"I can see her in the reflection of the window."  She turns around, moving out of Anne's line of sight, not letting go of her and. 

"Oh yeah. Creep." She nods, looking to Cathy again and standing up, brushing imaginary dust off of her clothes. "I'll just expose her the next time I see all the girls together. See how she likes it then."

"That's a bit mean Anne-"

"'That's a bit mean Anne-'" she mocks, putting her hands on her hips and pulling a face at her.

"I do not sound like that!" Cathy defends, eyebrows pulling together in disapproval. 

"'I do no-'" 

Parr cuts her off, taking her hand. "Okay- that's it. You're walking home with me and you're holding my hand, no ifs and buts!" 

Anne grins. "Like I was going to let the opportunity pass me by."

--

They walk back to Catherine's house, slowly, enjoying the cold as they swing their arms between them. Anne eventually forfeits her hand and wraps her arm around her torso, hooking her hand just above her waist. 

"I'm so cold." She complains, mumbling and staring at her feet, that she was dragging like a stropping child. Anne feels her crush's eyes on her, stripping her of her skin and eyeing her bullshit skeptically. 

"Are you cold, or do you just want to wear my jacket, Anne?" Cathy clarifies, unzipping her coat, part way. 

"No-!! Don't take it off- you'll be cold and you might catch something." She says, shaking her head furiously and looking at her, hurriedly stopping her to zip the jacket back up before continuing forward, but snuggling into the side of her. As Cathy moves to slide her hand into her pocket, she reaches for the hand, making sure she got to at least have one warm hand. 

Silence hangs between them comfortably, bundling them up in a robe of fulfillment and long-awaited contact, swaddling them close to one another, not daring them to shift position, other than the steady, synced movement of their feet. 

"Annie..? I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have ran off- I shouldn't have stayed in bed and slept for so long..- I shouldn't have ignored you.." Catherine admits quietly, shaking her head at herself. 

"Hey..- don't beat yourself up- I would've done that too if I had seen you with someone else." Anne shivers, nodding mercifully, still clinging onto her, even as they approach the front of the house, and walked up the steps. Cathy practically had to pry Anne off of her so that she could take off her coat and shoes, before turning back to her. "Aren't your parents home?"

She shakes her head, and shrugging. "They're never here if anything, I'm pretty sure that they have a penthouse somewhere in Florida and left me here on my own." 

"Why so specific?" Anne questions, taking her own initiative and walking up the stairs, which were right in front of the door. 

"They always talked about it when I was a kid: flying out to the US and renting somewhere that they couldn't pay for. I always joke that they might have left without me- but hey. I have no idea where they are, and that's the crack, I guess." She shrugs, following the brunette, clearly ardent for her destination

Anne pushes the door to her room open, running and practically leaping onto her bed, limbs spreading across the bed and Cathy stays at the door, musing and taking in the image of her dearest, before joining her on the bed, being invited into her embrace. 

She crawls willingly into her arms, cheek resting on her chest, eyes fluttering shut and the room a state of tranquility. This was all she had wanted, had needed, she realised, before looking up at Anne, to whom she had caught staring at her. 

Her face is lit up with the most heart-warming smile as Cathy raises her head to press her lips to hers. "Hey, Gorgeous?"

"Mhm?" Catherine hums. 

"Do you mind if I get a shower really quick? As much as I'm enjoying cuddling you- I'm really cold and want more heat." She admits, still holding her close, hand tracing from her waist to her hip, lingering and then back again. 

She nods. "Of course! Do you want some spare clothes..-?"

"If you don't mind- I'd also offer you to join me but I don't think it'd go down to well." She winks and presses a quick kiss to her lips before scampering out to, no doubt, spend 30 minutes trying to work the shower (or find the bathroom) and then coming back in to Parr looking rather discouraged. 

But to her surprise, the shower started running only 15 minutes after, and with only one scream of frustration- or her burning herself. Thus it was decided: Anne was the one she wanted. The loud, flailing idiot. Perfect. 

Cathy sits on the bed, listening to the hammering of the shower and the occasional bang, and distressed call of "I'm okay!" that always followed shortly after. It makes her smile, and she has to cover her face to hide it, denying it to herself that anything she did was, quite possibly, the most adorable thing Parr had ever witnessed.

One her day dreaming had started (of Anne in the shower), she couldn't stop it, staring aimlessly into space as her fingers squeeze the blankets, all until she sauntered through the door wrapped in a towel, bra straps, while and embroidered with florals, hang over her shoulders. 

All is dandy until she drops the towel to the floor, revealing Anne. Anne- everywhere. It's all Anne. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Cathy feels her cheeks heat up as her eyes widen, looking away from her half-naked body and to the walls; ah- lovely painted walls. Her eyes are staring steadily at the walls before she catches the glimpse of Anne staring her down, cheeky grin slathered over her lips. Almost immediately, her vision glides down her figure, establishing each and every curve, to which she had never once seen. 

"Ohhhh my God-" she eventually trails her eyes back to Anne's, looking as if she'd just been scarred with unorthodox and inappropriate material, which is inherently inaccurate. Upon seeing her reaction, Anne begins to walk towards her, to the side of the bed Cathy was closest to before leaning her arm over her shoulders with a grin, throwing her other leg over to the side of her, so that she was straddling her. 

"Awwwwhhhhhh~ Little wittle baby Cathy's scared of me?~" she sings, teasingly rolling her shoulders back and her wet her falling down her back, dripping onto the sheets. 

"Anne- Anne you have no clothes on-" 

"Pfft- like we weren't going to take them off later anyway." 

Cathy had to admit, she had a point. "Still- you're sat with your- your -  breasts - in my face- and I don't know how to feel about it."

Anne slides her forearms to rest on her shoulders, fingers knotting into Cathy's curls, face leaning closer to hers. She could feel her hot breath on her lips, and they touch, encaptured in each other, pulling one another closer.

Cathy's hands find her hips, squeezing and pushing so softly, touching the skin and taking it in for what it was worth, fingers trailing to the small of her back before their lips break. With a sigh Anne moves to press her lips to  her neck, pushing her shirt out of the way to get at the base before nipping at the skin, sucking to leave a mark, not hard, just gradually marking Catherine as her own work. At some point, her hand even tugged at the hem of her shirt and soon, that was thrown across the bed, allowing Anne to freely cup her lover's breast. 

Once satisfied, she breaks away from her looking into her eyes with furrowed brows. Cathy noticed that her lips were pinker than before, slightly swollen, perhaps. 

"Are you my girlfriend now?"

"That's the most stupid question you could ever have asked." She mumbles, shaking her head and kissing her once more. The rest is history, and perhaps, just a favour. 

Boom h o w s that for you

[comphersjost]

Secrets ➸ Nolan Patrick

HI im back from a very very very long writing hiatus with some Nolan Patrick! there most likely be a part 2 to this so lets hope i can get around to that asap ajsdaksd

summary: reader is TK’s sister and wants Nolan really bad. they both can’t sleep n some stuff happens :)

warnings: nothing really

word count: 1354

find part 2 here

find my masterlist here

“Can’t sleep?”

The voice behind you made you turn around from where you knelt on the counter.

“Nolan,” you started, “hey, yeah, I haven’t had issues sleeping in a while but, uh, I guess they’re back. You too?”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “Insomnia’s a bitch. Just ran out of my meds.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” you grin.

“Oh yeah, and why’s that?”

“Because, you’re staying here this week, and so am I,” you smile shyly at him, “We can keep each other company when we can’t sleep.”

“Yeah we can,” Nolan smiled, eyes flickering to the mug in your hand.

“Hot chocolate?” You offered.

“No thanks, maybe some of that amazing tea you always make?” You give Nolan a look. “Oh come on, please? If I make it, it won’t be as good.”

“Flattery only gets you so far, Noles,” you shake your head and turn to open the cabinets in your brothers kitchen, searching for a packet of black tea and mint.

“It worked with you didn’t it?” he laughs quietly, before noticing your endeavor. “It’s up here.” Nolan steps up behind you and reaches to the top shelf of the cabinet, bringing down the packet containing a tea bag and the mint in one hand. His breath fans gently over your neck, the curve of his bicep blocking your view of anything else.

“Thanks,” you murmur, he seems to take his time stepping away from you. “What kind of dumbass puts the necessities on the top fucking shelf?”

“Your brother, apparently.” Nolan finally steps away after setting the tea on the counter, and you can still feel the tightening in your stomach. He smells really, really good.

“Yeah, Travis is a dumbass,” you joke, trying to get ignore the heat pooling in your gut. Nolan laughs softly before opening the pantry.

“I’m gonna make some of the popcorn you brought with you and pick a movie okay?” He leans around the door to wait for your approval.

“Yeah, go for it.” Nolan disappeared into the living room of Travis’s apartment while you put water in pot and flipped the switch. You leaned against the counter, trying to control the overwhelming desire you felt for you brother’s teammate. You shouldn’t feeling like this, you shouldn’t want him like this. It was wrong, everything was all so wrong.

“Y/N,” Nolan hushed call comes from the living room.

“Hmm?” You pop your head out to answer him.

“Home Alone 2 okay?”

You grin. “Always.”  Nolan beams at you as you retract your head back into the kitchen. The water boiler switches off, signaling the water’s done, so you put the water into a mug (one you gave to TK), a spoonful of sugar, mint, and milk. At the same time, the microwave goes off, the popping from the bag inside slowly coming to a stop. Nolan walks in and searches for a bowl to put the popcorn in. “I’m gonna take this to the living room okay?” You gesture to the mug of tea in your hand.

“Oh, you angel,” Nolan grins and strides across the kitchen and plants a kiss on your cheek. Unfortunately for him, he missed, and his lips ended up on the corner of your mouth. Nolan’s eyes widen at his mistake, and instead of saying anything, he turns back around and retrieves the bag of popcorn from the microwave.

You want to die. What the f u c k. It seems like he doesn’t want to make this easy for you, and now you just want him even more. You set down his tea and your hot chocolate down on the coffee table and gently brush the corner of your mouth with your fingertips.

Nolan peeks into the living room to see you hand brush your mouth, and a dazed expression on your face. He squeezes his eyes shut and scolds himself for being so careless.

“I could only find one bowl,” you hear Nolan say as he plops down on the couch, “Hope that’s okay.’

“Uh, yeah of course,” you try (and fail) to seem unaffected. “Hand me a blanket, will you?” Half a second later, one of your mom’s knit blankets (that TK STOLE) was thrown over your face. “Thanks my man, thats what I really wanted, to be suffocated.” This send the two of you into a fit of giggles.

“Anytime, Y/N, just let me know.” You scoff and toss a pillow at his face. An “oof” sounds from underneath the pillow. A whine sounds from the kennel next to the TV.

“Yikes, someone needs to do his business.” You get up from your seat to go lead the small golden off of his bed. “I’ll be right back.” You clip the leash to Parker’s collar and step outside the door, waiting on the dog to relieve himself. Once he was done, you led him back inside and let him off the leash. He immediately jumped onto the sofa chair and sat down.

“Looks like someone else can’t sleep, huh?” Nolan remarked.

“That might be our fault, Noles,” you said, “ We did make a little noise. He’ll go back into his bed when he’s ready to sleep. Until then, he can watch the movie with us.” Nolan laughed, and only then did you realized how cold it was outside. You hastily locked the door and set the leash on the table. Your body shook - violently. Your steps around to the couch were slow, filled with shivers.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re freezing,” Nolan gasped. “Hey, hey, come here.” Before you could even comprehend his words, he had pulled you into his lap. He took the blanket he threw at you and the on he’d gotten for himself and covered the two of you with both of them. “There you go. You weren’t even outside for that long, what happened?” He rubbed slow circles into your back.

“I-I don’t know,” you said softly, partly because of the cold and partly because you were on Nolan’s lap. “I’ve always gotten cold really easily. TK’s the opposite, he loves being in the cold. I only like the cold if it’s outside and I’m inside.” Another shiver racked your body.

“Hey, I got you,” Nolan rubbed your shoulder and pulled you in tightly, laying your head on his chest. He pressed play on the movie and settled into the the couch. Parker watched you carefully, also settling into his spot comfortably.

At some point during the movie, Nolan’s warm (and giant) hand had found its way just underneath your t-shirt, rubbing gently, soothing circles. You hum contentedly and bury yourself deeper into the warmth, arms circling around his huge torso. You’d lost track of time, but you didn’t care. This, the two of you - it was perfect. Your legs were tangled together on the other end of the couch, two blankets enveloping both of you in warmth.

“Y/N,” comes Nolan’s soft voice.

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

Always with you, comes the invasive thought before you could stop it. “Always,” your lips say. You mentally scold yourself for the words, and decide to attribute your stupidity to your exhaustion.

“Y/N.” You ignore him, too humiliated to look up at him. “Hey, Y/N, look at me.” You decide you have nothing to lose and tilt your head up to meet his lips, and kiss him. The reaction from him is delayed for a few moments, before he reciprocates full force. A moan slips from your mouth, and you adjust your body to face him. A rumble escapes Nolan’s chest at you brush your tongue against his bottom lip. The hand on your back slips down to cup your butt and push your body up against his. A whimper escapes your lips before he jerks away.

Your noses are brushing and your eyes are locked, your breaths heavy and mingling. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” Nolan breathes.

“No one has to know,” you murmur, kissing him again, gently. “No one.”

“Y/N,” comes Nolan’s mumble, before succumbing to his own desire and giving into you. “No one has to know.”

[dirtyahs]

Summer Break. (Tate Langdon x Reader.)

hi friends! sorry i’ve been so absent lately, school and life are kind of kicking my ass right now, but im trying to get back into the schedule of writing - i miss it a lot. i hope you guys enjoy this, you can expect to see me much more often now :^)

Thank you for the request @sydddboiiii

Prompt: “I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to.”

Word Count: 2,745

Warnings: not much, reunion sex, slightly rough, slight choking kink

It was summer break going into your Junior year of college You'd moved out of California to go to Arizona State University; it was close enough you could drive home, but still far enough that your mom and dad wouldn't be knocking on your door whenever they wanted to. And you absolutely loved college. You were having a wonderful experience and had met so many amazing people you now called your best friends. But coming home for the summer just sounded like fun this year. So here you sat, looking through your old high school year books, chuckling to yourself at all of the little notes from old friends and acquaintances. 

"Love you forever bitch!! xoxo"

"Don't ever forget the time you threw up in my moms backyard - future (Y/N), does the smell of fireball still make you sick?"

"See ya in twenty years at the reunion."

Flipping the page, one was taken up entirely by a black felt tip pen and shaky handwriting you immediately recognized. Tate Langdon. You two had dated for two and a half out of your four years of high school, you were sure you wanted to be with him forever. But then you made the decision to move to Arizona, and Tate wanted to stay in California for awhile. So you two broke things off after graduation, and you hadn't heard from him or seen him since then. He did cross your mind from time to time, wondering if he was working, or had gotten into another relationship.

Maybe you'd try to get in touch with him while you were home - the idea made your heart flutter in your chest though. You hoped he didn't cut his hair. It always looked best long. You took a deep breath - you knew Tate followed you on Instagram and had probably seen you post photos of a guy you had briefly dated at the beginning of this semester. It'd been years since your relationship with Tate, but he'd always been the jealous type.

You closed the yearbook and put it back on your bookshelf, taking up the final spot at the end of the others. The day had gone on as normal, other than the fact you couldn't get Tate out of your mind. Reliving those memories from high school made your heart race.

The time he was throwing rocks at your window, and the time you two snuck out together to get high by the beach.

You'd stolen the keys to your moms car and somehow managed to get out of the house without her noticing. You picked Tate up, he was wearing black jeans and a blue and black flannel with his old beat up Doc Martens. You two sat at the shore, wrapped in a blanket, passing what felt like an endless amount of joints until the sun started to rise. You talked about his father, and about all of your insecurities. He said he'd adore you even with your stretch marks and slightly uneven eyebrows.

Tate was romantic. He was in touch with his emotions, and it was such a rarity among most men. Every other (not that there were that many) guy you had been involved with was chivalrous and kind at the start, but quickly lost that motivation when you agreed to have sex.

Tate was never like that.

He opened every door for you, let you wear his flannel if you were cold, and always let you have some of his food even when you said you weren't hungry. About seven months in, you two lost your virginity together. You expected it to be awkward and unenjoyable; everyone said your first time always is. But to you, it didn't feel real. It felt like something out of some cheesy teen movie, but it was amazing. He was so loving and gentle. You'd never forget the way he kissed your neck and told you he loved you for the first time. 

The sun was setting now and you couldn't imagine going any more time without trying to see Tate. You looked at yourself in the mirror, wearing a black cropped tank top and denim mini skirt, you touched up your hair and grabbed your car keys. Hopefully he still lived in the same house. You got in the car and rolled all the windows down, letting the warm air blow through your hair - you had this drive memorized and could probably do it with your eyes closed if you had to. 

Everything looked the same.

The large houses were all still intact and beautiful as ever, front yards lined with rose bushes, the sound of kids playing in the street was clear. You remembered watching Tate and Addie jumping on the trampoline they used to have in their backyard. It damn near gave Constance a heart attack every time they used it, but she couldn't manage to tell them no, especially when she saw all of her little ones playing together.

Beau's laugh was infectious, and Tate's love for them was so heartwarming. You pulled up to the house, looking at the large brick structure. You could see Tate's old bedroom window. It used to be covered from the inside with a big Sound Garden poster, making it as dark as he liked it. With a shaky breath you pulled the key from the ignition and made your way up to the front door, shoes clicking quietly on the cobblestone walkway.You knocked on the door, four times. You stood, feeling your knees shaking beneath you, the heat from the sun warming your back. You felt your heart jump when you heard the door open, looking up to see none other than your high school sweetheart. You meant to say something like "Hello," but your jaw hung open, the sun illuminating his golden locks, long and shaggy as ever. 

"Hi Tate." You smiled up at him, his face was hard to read. 

"(Y/N)..." He started, looking you up and down slowly before looking back up into your eyes. "I thought you moved to Arizona."

"I did, but I'm home for summer. No way in hell was I going to stay there for 130 degrees." His smile made you smile in response.

"Come in." He reached his hand out and you took it, shuddering when he instinctively brushed his thumb over yours.

"So hows college going?" He asked, you two sat at his kitchen table, he made you a cup of coffee, putting it over ice like he knew you liked."I mean, pretty bullshit honestly," You chuckled, "But necessary. I'm almost done now, might as well suck it up and keep going."

You two made small talk, everything feeling so easy and laid back. You two picked up right where you'd left off, you felt like old friends - sort of. An old friend you were wildly attracted to. He hadn't changed much, except he was wearing gray sweatpants and a black tank top. He never wore anything but long sleeves when you two were younger, but his arms looked strong and his shoulders were broad so he could pull it off pretty damn well now.

"So hows that guy you're with?" He looked up through his blond curls and you almost choked on your drink at his boldness. You couldn't be too surprised honestly.

"Oh," You shrugged, desperately trying to make it clear that you were over him. "We sort of had a thing for a couple months. It never really went anywhere, and he wasn't exactly my type." You flashed a playful smile, and you saw that devilish smirk of Tate's crawl over his lips.

"And what is your type, exactly?" He said, leaning back, giving you a clear look at his torso, legs spread, only aiding in your mind wandering further than you cared to admit.

"I don't know, I like tall blondes." You teased, heart racing nervously for how confident you were acting. "Maybe had an emo phase in high school."He raised an eyebrow, still looking as devious as ever.

"Sounds like someone I know." He leaned forward, taking your hand in his. "So what I'm hearing is that you're completely single?" He questioned, making you stand up with him, his chest close to yours.

"I couldn't be more single if I tried." You giggled, feeling your face get hot when you feel his hands slip around your waist.

"I miss you, (Y/N)." His voice was quiet, lips ghosting over yours, immediately sending shivers down your spine.

"I miss you too, Tate." Your knees felt weak, "More than I even know how to explain." 

With those words Tate finally pressed his lips against your own, large hands firmly holding your hips - he still made you feel safe. Within minutes the kiss had deepened into something fiery and passionate. Your hands were tangled in his hair, you two had made your way up the stairs, a trail of your clothing leading to his bedroom door, which he now had you pressed up against in nothing but your black panties. His lips worked furiously against yours, your hands were pinned on either side of your head. His lips moved to kiss down your neck, stopping where your shoulder connected, biting at it teasingly.

"Tate...I need you, please..." You whimpered, hands searching for something to grasp. You felt him smirk against your skin, lips moving back up your neck to your ear.

"I'm going to show you exactly who you belong to." He breathed against your ear, your knees immediately felt weak beneath him. He pulled back, and you were met with a familiar expression. His eyes were dark and he looked so possessive and dominant. He exuded power and control and something about him controlling you once again only aided the desperate wetness forming between your thighs. He finally released your wrists and they immediately tried to touch him, whimpering when he stepped out of your arms reach.

"You know better than to touch me without permission, angel." He said quietly, raising an eyebrow at you.Angel.That was his favorite pet name for you. He always said it fit you perfectly - that you were radiant and truly made him want to live life happy.

"Please, I need you. You're all I've been thinking about," You begged, clenching your thighs together, "please Sir." If he wanted to pull nicknames out of the past then you could too. 

His cheeks were dusted red when you brought out the name, but it only excited him more.

"Go lay on the bed." He demanded, pulling you by your wrist over to his bed covered in a black duvet.

"Don't even think about touching me yet." He pushed you so you were flat on your back, his hands on the inside of your knees to spread your legs. His lips peppered your inner thighs with kisses, moving closer and closer to your core. You writhed under his hands that were wrapped around your thighs. You needed him more than you even knew how to explain. Finally, you let out a relaxed gasp when he kissed through your panties, almost immediately having your back arched.

”My angel needs me, hm?" He whispered teasingly, one finger moving the thin fabric to the side, slowly flicking his tongue against your clit, making you moan loudly.

"More...." You gasped breathlessly, "P-please..."

Your eyes were closed but you could almost feel his satisfied glare burning into your skin. He leaned in, gently swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His finger tips dug into your skin, your hands grasping at the thick duvet cover. He smirked against your hot skin before he buried his face between your thighs. He made shapes on your clit with his tongue, alternating between fast and slow. His right hand snaked over your thigh, his middle finger pressed against the wetness around your entrance before ever so slowly pushing it in, not stopping until he absolutely had to.

"Good girl," He praised quietly, adding in his ring finger. "So wet for me." He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace - your hands were desperate to tangle in his hair, but you wanted to follow his orders.

You loved being obedient for him.He leaned up from his spot between your thighs, lips glistening. He kept up the pace with his fingers though.

“Tell me princess, did you miss me all these years?" His voice was low and gravelly.

"Y-oh!" Suddenly he hit something inside you that made your legs shake.

"Yes sir, I missed you so much!" Your back was arched against the sheets and you. He knew what you liked, so he kept going, hitting that same spot over and over again.

"I-I'm gonna' cum, please can I?" You begged, feeling that coil tighten in your tummy that you haven't felt in so long.

"I think you deserve it, angel. Cum for me, all over my fingers like you used to."

His words sent you over the edge, damn near screaming as the coil snapped, your body was trembling beneath his touch, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. He helped you ride your orgasm out until the very end, only quickening his pace as you screamed for him, blond curls stuck to his forehead as he watched your body shake. Ever so slowly, he pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the empty feeling.

It wouldn't last long though. You watched as he slipped out of his boxers, tossing them to the side. You looked him up and down, although your vision was fuzzy from the earth-shattering orgasm he just gave you, seeing Tate like this made your heart race. He looked perfect, defined muscles, beautiful dark brown eyes - he really was as close to perfect as one could get. He leaned over you, pushing your legs up so they were over his shoulders, pressing against your chest. His nose was close to yours.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, lining his hard cock up with your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself into you, your body tensing at the familiar feeling. You both moaned in unison, your hands holding onto Tate's arms. Taking his time to do so, Tate began quickening his pace, thrusting into you, making you only want him harder and faster.

"I know you can fuck me harder than this." You teased, cocking an eyebrow at him. With your words, urging Tate to do what you said.

"I wasn't sure you'd be able to handle me anymore." He retorted - cocky as per usual. But he quickened his pace, hips snapping against yours roughly. His hand that previously rested next to your head moved to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides the way he knew you loved. 

"Fuck-" You gasped when his hand met your throat.

"Is this hard enough for you, princess?" He taunted, smacking your cheek lightly just to play with you.

"Yes sir..." You whimpered, looking up into his eyes. He was getting close and you could tell. He was breathing heavy and as dominant as he wanted to sound, his voice was shaking. His pace was fast, slamming deeply into you.

"I-I'm gonna cum again Tate!" You squealed, earning a tighter grip around  your throat. He smirked, somehow going even faster than before.

"Greedy little girl," He hissed, "You want to cum again?"

You nodded desperately in response, knees beginning to tremble beneath him, your whole body starting to feel hot.

"Cum for m-oh fuck!" He hissed, suddenly overtaken with his own orgasm, covering your inner walls with his hot cum. At the same time, you felt your body convulsing under him, walls clenching around his length, only aiding in each of your orgasms. He collapsed on top of you, slowly pulling himself from inside you. Gently, he pressed a few kisses into your neck.

"Tate.." You whispered, fingers playing slowly with his curls. "I missed you so much." You kissed the side of his head, feeling him smile against your skin.

"I missed you too, (Y/N), I don't even know where to begin..." His voice was gravelly and quiet. 

"Maybe Arizona isn't the place for me." You said quietly, not really meaning to say it aloud. He looked up at you, cheeks dusted pink.

"Or maybe Arizona is the place for me." He grinned, pressing his lips into yours firmly. You couldn't imagine going any more years without him.

[xiaojusaur]

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Fingering, Hardcore Sex

Word count: 1.9K

Description: Part of my daddy series. You met Namjoon at a bar in a girls night out with your friends. Little did you know that you would end up with a sugar a daddy who would fuck the living shit out of you but also would spoil you with anything you asked for. 

You didn’t imagine that girls night out with your friends would end up with you meeting a rich, fine guy.

You went to buy a drink and while you waited for it, you sat on one of those tall chairs. You were distracted in your phone, scrolling down your social media, when you felt someone’s eyes on you.

When you looked to your right, there was a handsome guy looking at you. You smiled to him and blushed, he responded with a smile, his dimples appearing right on the center of his cheeks, taking your breath away. He really was gorgeous!

He wasted no time and got closer to you. “Hello,” he said with a mellow voice.

“Hi,” you smiled.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Namjoon,” he offered you his hand, his fine fingers wrapping around yours in a polite greeting.

“My name is Y/N, nice to meet you too,” you said shy.

“What brings you around here? Besides, of course, buying a drink.” He chuckled.

“A girls night out. My friends decided to chill today because we’ve been under a lot of stress.” The bartender came with your drink and after thanking him, you took a sip.

“That’s great, it’s good for your health.”

You nodded and asked “What about you? What brings you here?”

“Well, I was bored so I just came here. I was around doing some business stuff and decided to just have some drinks and relax.”

“That’s great.”

He looked at his watch and when you saw that it was a Rolex you knew this man was someone with money.

“Woah, that’s a nice watch,” you couldn’t hold it in.

“Thanks. My most prized possession.” He turned his wrist to give you a better view.

“What do you do for a living?” You were too curious.

He hummed and said, “You’re so curious, I like it.” He gave you a bright smile and you felt like falling from the chair.

He continued, “I’m the CEO of a company.”

“That’s great.”

“What do you do for a living?” He asked.

“I’m a barista at a cafe so I can pay for my studies,” you explained.

“That’s good, maybe I can go around someday,” he looked at you from bottom to top, “so I could taste the coffee you make.” He was smirking! He was trying to flirt with you, so you decided to flirt back.

“Of course, it would be a pleasure,” you said and half smiled, finishing your drink.

You were about to get back to your friends when he said “How about we go for a night drive? I could show you some nice places around.”

“Now?” You said looking a little confused.

“Yeah, that’s it if you want, of course.”

“Sure, let me tell my friends and I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting outside.”

You went to your friends and when you told them, they were all cheering. “Wow gurl! You getting some fine D tonight! You go gurl!”

You walked outside and there he was, leaning on his expensive car. You smiled because you couldn’t believe this. How does this happen to someone like you?

He opened the passenger door for you and then he got in the car.

He started driving around, with just one hand. He was sexy as fuck! You couldn’t deny it. The car smelled of his perfume, it was a really nice smell.

He placed a hand on your thigh, seductively but smoothly. “So, how about we go to a nice hotel? I know one around here.”

“Sure, whatever you want.” You placed your hand on his and saw him smirking.

He parked, got off the car, and opened the door for you. “Thanks,” you said ane he winked. Walking to the hotel, he placed his hand on the small of your back. He was being politely seductive and you were loving the idea of spending the night with this rich-sexy man.

The hotel was a fancy one. The lobby was adorned with expensive furniture and chandeliers.

Namjoon asked for a suite and after paying, they gave him the key and you both walked to the elevators.

You still couldn’t process what was happening. You were in a fancy hotel with a fancy man.

When you got to the floor, you walked to your room. He opened the door and said, “Ladies first.” You smiled and entered.

The bed was HUGE and you guys had an amazing view.

You quickly went to look through the window when you felt his arms wrapping around your waist. “What an amazing view, don’t you think?” He whispered in your ear.

“It is! Wow!” You were amazed.

He kissed your cheek and then your neck. You closed your eyes, succumbing in the sensation. He started nibbling on your neck, stealing a low moan from you.

“You can have all of this and more, baby girl.” He said in a breathy tone.

“What do I have to do in exchange?” You asked.

“Just be a good girl for me.” His hands started running up your thighs, lifting your dress. “Let me take it off.” He was asking for permission and you gave it to him nodding. He quickly took your dress off, he was left open-mouth when he saw your red lace underwear.

“You’re a naughty girl. I love a girl who wears lace.” You smiled proudly and he pushed you to the bed, making you fall on your back. You giggled and he laughed with you.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy. I’m gonna devour you whole.” He unbuttoned his shirt, letting you see his toned body. After this, he climbed to the bed and was hovering over you. He started kissing you passionately, his tongue everywhere in your mouth. His hands ran from your waist to your breasts. His fingers grasped the cup of your bra pulled it, freeing one of your breasts, your nipples hardening with the cool breeze. His mouth was now attacking your neck, kissing and nibbling, to then go down to your breast. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and then licking. A moan escaped your lips at this view. His hand was playing with your other nipple, the perfect complement.

After a while of teasing, he said with a deep breathy voice “Are you wet baby girl?” His hand slid down your torso, got inside your panties, and his fingers got between your folds, he sighed when he felt you all wet and ready for him. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet.” He took out his fingers, looking at them amazed by your arousal. He then sucked them, tasting you, “Mmmm.... so good.”

“Fuck, daddy, don’t tease me. I need you.” You whined.

He moaned at your words “Shit, call me that please.”

He proceeded to kneel on the bed, he kissed your belly and then grabbed the hem of your panties with his teeth. This man was driving you insane, how could someone be this sexy? He slid them down with his teeth and the help of his hands. “Spread your legs baby girl, let me see.” You complied and when he saw you dripping, he licked his lips. He spread your folds with his fingers but did nothing more, he was observing your reaction.

You were twisting on the bed, begging to be touched. “Daddy please, touch me.”

He smirked and proceeded to pass a thumb over your clit. You hissed because of the feeling. He kept toying with your clit and then inserted one of his fine fingers in your entrance, exploring, feeling you. Then he inserted another one. He started pumping his fingers inside you, you started moaning, “Oh my God, Fuck.”

“Gotta prepare you for what’s coming, babygirl,” he said and then he kissed you. He started circling your clit with his thumb. In that instant you started feeling the delicious tingles of your orgasm, your moans started getting louder by the minute.

“Are you cumming baby?” He said impressed?

“Yes!!!” You screamed

But then he stopped, not letting you reach your high. You grunted in frustration and he just chuckled!!! “I have other plans babygirl, be patient.” He started unbuckling his belt. “Daddy is gonna give you his dick, don’t you want it, baby?”

You bit your lip and nodded. He took off his pants and then lowered his boxers, letting his dick spring free. Your mouth watered, it was really long. “I can’t wait to take you, you look so delicious.” He passed his tongue on his bottom lip, he was driving you insane.

“Come on daddy, don’t tease me anymore. I’ll be a good girl, please.” He groaned and said “Fuck! I love when you beg. Come here.” He pulled you by your legs and lined himself with your entrance. He started brushing the head on your clit, “You want it in?”

You were panting, desperate to feel it, “Yes please daddy, make me yours.”

He pushed himself inside you, slowly, letting you to get used to him, you gasped from the feeling.

He started moving slowly, his hips rolling sexily. Your hands grabbed his ass, and you started moaning “Yes! Daddy, go faster please!” He complied, the sound of skin all over the room. He was going deeper and faster, hitting you right in the spot. “Ou fuck!” You screamed.

Your hands travelled to his back, you were digging your nails when he grunted: “No marks babygirl, that’s dangerous.” He got pinned your hands over your head and started going faster if that was even possible. “Fuck! Yeah, yeah babygirl. You take me so well.”

You felt your orgasm coming and screamed “Please daddy! Don’t stop!! I'm gonna cum.”

He felt how you were clenching him, “Oh baby! You’re close.” He started circling your clitoris again, getting you to release.

Your eyes rolled back and you started shaking, the exquisite feeling taking over your body.

“That’s it... yessss...Im gonna cum.” He kept thrusting you until he felt it, he took it out and came on your belly. He then laid by your side, trying to recover.

Once he was okay, he went to the bathroom for a wet towel to clean you up. “Are you feeling okay?” He asked while cleaning you up.

“Yes, though I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.” You giggled.

“So cute,” he said and caressed your cheek. He laid on the bed again and pulled you close. You laid your head on his chest and started caressing your hair. “So tell me, Y/N, would you like to share some time with me?”

You were thinking ahout why he didn’t let you scratch his back, so you asked him. “Why didn’t you let me mark you? Are you married?”

He chuckled and scuffed “No, I just don’t like to be marked, I like having control.”

“Hmmm... so what should I do then? What do I get?” You asked leaning your chin on his chest, smiling flirty.

“You just need to be a good girl to me. What you’ll get? I’ll pay your studies, I’ll buy you anything you want.” He was drawing random figures with his fingers on your bare back.

You then asked yourself why did he choose you, out of all the chicks on the bar, why you? “Why me, Namjoon?”

“You seem interesting to me, plus I liked you instantly, you’re curious and I like that.” He whispered that last part, smiling perversely. “I knew you’d be down to anything, you’re a fearless little beast.” He kissed your lips and then pulled you on top of him, making you laugh.

This is how the story started. Did your life just got better or was this going to get messy? Who knows. The only thing you knew was that this was a new wild ride you were willing to take.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

promiscuity* chris motionless x reader

+++++++++ "Oh my God they were roommates"

Younger chris, i still have a thing for that version of him lol, think early creatures

*- casual roommate sex, woo!

Song: flatline by orla gartland

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou +++++++++

"will you answer something for me?"

i asked, not looking away from the movie playing in front of us.

"yeah."

he said through a tired voice. i took a drink of my coffee.

"i know we live together and all, but i feel like we arent as close as we should be. how come?"

he hummed.

"how do you mean."

i shrugged.

"like, we spend time together, like right now. which is super cool or whatever. but how come we never go do stuff? like you never ask me if i wanna go hang out somewhere, but i ask you all the time. even though you never accept."

he shrugged back.

"i dont know, i guess i just never thought about it. i dont exactly get out much so there isnt a place for me to invite you to."

i frowned.

"not even to like the store? we do share a fridge and cabinets and a house after all."

he shrugged again.

"you always make a list, its not exactly hard to follow."

i sighed.

"i guess youre right."

he took a drink of his own coffee.

"whats got you thinking about this anyway?"

he rested his hand against his stomach, sinking further into the couch. i glanced over him for a second.

"how would you feel if i brought someone over?"

i asked and he finally looked at me. i guess there was the answer i was looking for.

"like another friend?"

he asked and i side nodded.

"or like a romantic partner."

he cleared his throat, readjusting in his seat.

"oh, uh, its whatever i guess. just dont do it in front of me or anything."

he said through a nervous laugh and i could see the tension running through his body.

"chris?"

he took another drink before answering.

"yeah."

i smirked to myself.

"do you dig me like that?"

his head shot in my direction, eyes wide.

"what? no. what do you mean?"

he said quickly and i couldnt help but laugh. i turned to face him, full body this time, setting my coffee on the table in front of us.

"i can see it on your face. you dont want me to get with anyone else."

he pulled at his shirt collar like he needed air before setting his own cup on the coffee table.

"why would you say that?"

he said nervously. i leaned forward and poked his cheek.

"youre face wouldnt be that red if you didnt."

he sent me a testing look.

"my face is not red."

i poked him again.

"yes it is! you are blushing!"

he shook his head.

"yeah cause youre making me uncomfortable. it just does that."

i sent him a look.

"oh come on chrissy, just admit it. youve thought about banging me before."

i tried, egging him on. he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

"no."

he said nonchalantly. i pouted.

"why not? ive thought about doing it with you."

i confessed and his eyes got as big as saucers.

"you have?"

he said, disbelieving and i nodded my head quickly.

"yeah, dont you wanna know what its like?"

he thought for a second before letting his arms drop.

"yeah i guess so, i mean ive only done it with a few people. like seriously, i could count on one hand-"

"i get it."

i interrupted. i stared over him for a second.

"okay, take your shirt off."

he raised a brow.

"what?"

i motioned to him before moving to kneel on the couch.

"take your shirt off, we're doing this. i wanna know what youre like in bed."

i said in a stern tone. he just stared at me.

"wait, for real?"

he asked and i nodded.

"yes, take your shirt off."

i said sternly and he jumped a little.

"okay, i guess we're doing this."

he said, moving to do as told.

"just, take it easy okay?"

he asked and i nodded, watching him as he tossed his shirt and jacket to the floor.

"how do you want me? top? bottom? behind?"

i sent him a knowing look before letting out a short laugh.

"bottom, for sure. youve only done this a handful of times remember? im gonna give you a whole new experience."

he smiled at me, swinging his legs up onto the couch between us.

"okay, as you wish."

he said as i moved to crawl over him.

"we'll start slow."

i said and he nodded, watching me intently as i inched closer to his face. i ran my pointer finger gently over his jaw, watching him shiver as i looked into his eyes.

"such a pretty thing."

i said lowly before capturing his lips in mine. he kissed me back needily, his hand moving to the back of my head. as we began making out i trailed my finger tips lightly across his chest and stomach, moving to palm him through his jeans. he moaned into my mouth before i pulled away, beginning to kiss along his jaw and neck.

"do you like that?"

i whispered against his ear before planting a soft kiss behind it. he nodded slowly and i watched as he closed his eyes, melting into my touch. i could feel his jeans getting tighter against my hand and smirked as I kissed down his chest, stopping just below his bellybutton and biting lightly as he laid back.

"Hey!"

He said in defense, looking down at me and making me laugh a little to myself.

"What?"

I asked innocently, getting comfy between his legs. he sent me a look.

"Leave my stomach alone."

I smirked at him before rolling my eyes playfully.

"Why? It's cute."

I said, kissing the spot I had just bitten. I could see a blush creeping its way back to his face.

"It is not cute."

He protested and I sent him a testing look.

"It is too now shut up and let me take your pants off."

I said, making him laugh.

"Fine, just don't laugh."

I started on his belt buckle, looking to his face quickly.

"I'm not gonna laugh at you Chris."

I confirmed, my hand grazing the tent straining against his jeans.

"Promise?"

I sent him a small smile before leaning down and kissing his bulge, moving to unzip his pants.

"I promise."

I said lowly, pulling at his waistband. I pulled his pants down slowly, his erection popping free. My eyes went wide, a sound I'd never made before coming from deep in my throat.

"What's wrong?"

He asked, a little skeptical and I shook my head.

"Absolutely nothing."

I confirmed before crawling back up him and kissing him deeply. He sighed into my mouth as I trailed my hand slowly down his torso, feeling one of his hands tracing circles into my arm and the other holding my head in place. As we made out again I began stroking him slowly, hearing low moans emerge from his throat. When I pulled away he still had his eyes closed and was breathing deeply.

"Can I ride you?"

I asked to confirm, kissing slowly across his jaw and be nodded.

"If it feels this good you can do whatever you want to me."

He breathed out and I smirked against him as I got further down his neck.

"Sounds like a plan."

I said lowly, sitting up and tossing my top to the ground. He barely opened his eyes and offered me a small smile. I knelt on either side of him, pushing my pants down a bit before standing on the couch and pulling them down completely. I heard his breathing hitch as he stared up at me, watching my every move intently as I pushed my panties down, slipping them off and dropping them onto his chest. I heard him groan as I fell slowly back down onto my knees, one leg on either side of him.

"Are you still okay with this?"

I asked, moving to kiss him again, watching him nod his head quickly.

"God yes."

He said as I pulled away. I smiled down at him before reaching over to the coffee table and pulling a condom out of the drawer. He sent me a weird look before dropping my panties to the floor.

"How long have those been there?"

He asked and I shrugged.

"I don't know I had them left over from that house party I went to like a month ago."

He laughed a little as I scooted down into his lap.

"Evidently I need to check that drawer more often."

He said and I sent him a playful wink.

"Guess so."

I said, raising my brows quickly. I ripped the condom open quickly, pushing the tip out and spitting into it. He drew his brows at me before watching me roll it into him. I sent him a smirk.

"You ready?"

I asked, lining myself up with him. He nodded again.

"Give it to me."

He said deeply, his hands going to my hips. I sank down onto him, hearing him moan quietly. I couldn't help smiling to myself as I sat up and pushed back down onto him, watching his mouth open slightly. His eyes were half closed but still trained on me as I started working against him, getting a good rhythm.

"Can I touch you?"

He asked a little bashfully and I nodded, leaning over him.

"Touch me all over."

I said lowly, looking over his face. I felt his hands slide slowly up my side, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. I kissed him endearingly as his hands got to my boobs, moaning into his mouth as he kneaded them in his palms. When our mouths detached I grabbed his one hand and intertwined our fingers against my chest.

"Try this."

I said, moving his other hand and running my thumb over my nipple. I hummed at the feeling, closing my eyes as he copied the action. I nodded, a smile forming on my face as I felt him sit up and lick a stripe over my nipple.

"Yeah, like that."

I said, my hand going to the back of his head as he took my nipple into his mouth, taking it gently between his teeth. I moaned loudly, letting go of his other hand and moving it to the couch to steady myself. He wrapped his free hand around my body, placing it firmly against my back. Then he detached his mouth and I inhaled sharply.

"I'm close."

He breathed out, falling back into the couch. I nodded, reaching down between us and circling my clit. My mouth dropped as he reached up and pinched my nipples again.

"Oh fuck."

I moaned out.

"I think I'm close too."

I said, moving my hips against him in a circular motion.

"God I'm gonna cum."

He said, digging his head into the couch. I felt him twitch in me before he moaned loudly, his hands stopping and his entire body tensing up. I kept moving though, watching his chest rise and fall.

"Oh my God."

He said a little dazed and I froze, pushing my finger against my clit and my entire body shaking on top of him. I let out a long whiney moan, dropping my head back as I came around him.

"Oh."

I moaned out, falling forward and catching myself against his chest. everything was little blurry for a second but when he came back into focus We both looked at each other and nervous laughed.

"Thanks for that."

I said a little breathless and he smiled at me. I could feel him starting to go soft in me.

"No, thank you."

He said as I sat up straight again. I pulled up and off of him, inhaling deeply at the lack of contact. I brought my one leg in before falling next to him against the back of the couch, still breathing pretty deeply. I placed my hand gently against his chest, feeling his heart pounding against his rib cage.

"Sounds like I did a good job."

I said, looking up at him with a cheesy grin on my face. He looked down at me and smiled, wrapping his arms around me and turning to face me, kissing me quickly.

"Oh you absolutely did."