#see this is the thing about hearing music live if it doesn't sound as close to the studio version as possible I get irate

[frozen-fruit-project]

Just listened to Dance, Dance Live From Hammersmith for the first time.

Unfortunately, I cannot recommend. :(

[bi-writes]

it's halloween, y'all. let's get into it.

ghost contacts you, a local medium, to come rid his house of the souls that still linger. "the voices," he says, "the screamin'. they're too loud." the lives far, so normally you'd say no. it's not worth it to waste the gas on a 2 hour drive outside of manchester, but he said he'd pay, and his "half now, half later" was more than you made in a month.

you record new voices to make the job extra spectacular. creepy sounds, even music, and you pack a little fake blood just to make it believable in case you need something more physical to change his mind.

when you do a walkthrough of his house, the only ghost you find is its owner. he lingers as you walk, always appearing behind doorways or poking his head around corners. you're wary of him, but his money is burning a hole in your pocket, so you keep going, the little machine in your hand crackling as you walk through a dark hallway.

"where do you hear them? the screaming?" you ask, turning. he's where you expect him to be; big brute of a man standing as he watches you from down the hall. he nods to the door on your right, rusted door closed shut, and you open it warily, stepping inside.

it's a quaint room. neatly kept. the odd thing about it that you note is its lack of windows. there's a twin-sized bed in the corner with an array of fluffy blankets, and there's clothing folded neatly on the bed. you run your fingers over the wall, noticing the squares of padded foam hung in a perfect pattern across all four sides of the room. you step a little further into the room, turning again, and you swallow hard when you see him standing at the doorway, hand on the doorknob, his eyes scrunching in a way that you assume he must be smiling under the mask.

you make eye contact with him just as his fingers squeeze the doorknob tight. you pause, the hair on your arms and along the back of your neck standing on end. something isn't right. something is wrong. you're frozen as you stare at him, the dread filling your insides too fast. your heart drops into your stomach, and just as you make a quick break for the door, it slams shut in your face.

ghost hums as he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. it works now, it works this time, he doesn't have to deal with it. it's bliss; quiet in the hallway, just as he prefers it.

he can't hear the screaming anymore.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Precious

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: smut, fluff

a/n: just a drabble about worshipping hyune's pretty hands (turned out longer whoops - 1.9k)

warnings: finger sucking, handjob, cum eating

(this is for you @jehhskz 🥹🩷)

~Masterlist

You eagerly awaited for your boyfriend to come home after preparing everything you needed to pamper him.

He was running a bit late, probably getting hung up at the studio.

You hear the jingling of keys and him unlocking the door a little bit after 10pm.

"Darling, I'm home!" Hyunjin yells from the door and you chuckle excitedly, making your way to him.

"Hey." he smiles softly when he sees you.

"Hey there." you whisper back as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, your head on his heartbeat.

He caresses your hair softly and you revel in the feeling of his hands on you.

"Are you hungry?" you ask.

"No, I ate with the guys." he mutters into you, inhaling your sweet shampoo and pressing a kiss to your head.

"Good, I need you to close your eyes." you add and he chuckles, looking back at you. "I have a surprise for you."

"What did you do?" he asks with a sweet smile, excited to see what you had prepared for him this time around.

"You'll see. Just close your eyes." you nudge him and he leans in closer to your face.

"Give me a kiss first and then ask more nicely." he smirks and you look at him with a playful smile.

"Fine." you huff in fake annoyance, leaning in to kiss him.

Hyunjin's pretty hand wraps around your neck, holding you in place as he pushes his tongue in, kissing you until you're almost breathless.

"Close your eyes, please." you say after parting and he looks at you with lust blooming in his eyes.

"Of course, darling." he smirks and finally closes his eyes as you lead him to the living room.

You make him sit on the couch, his legs spread slightly, making room for you to kneel between them.

"Am I getting a blowjob?" he chuckles, his eyes still closed but you guess he heard the thud of your knees as you landed on the carpet.

"Not exactly." you smirk even though he can't see you.

You pull the coffee table closer to you and your boyfriend's eyebrows come together in confusion.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Yeah." you say and when he does, the confusion doesn't leave his face.

"What's all this?" he points to the coffee table which holds a small basin filled with water and some kind of nice smelling soap, a bunch of nail products and almond oil.

"I want to worship your hands." you bite on your lip and his cheeks become rosy at the thought.

"What does that entail?" you can hear that his breathing has picked up now, no doubt that his imaginative mind has already ran through different things you could do with his hands.

"You'll see." you wiggle your brows at him and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Alright, love. Do whatever you want." he smirks.

You gently take Hyunjin's right hand in yours, bringing it to the basin filled with warm water, hovering it above the liquid before you scoop some of it with in your palm, letting it drop on the top of his hand.

Hyunjin is silent as he observes you, both of you holding eye contact as you submerge his hand into the water, gently washing it with the soap, massaging it into his hand, bubbles appearing on his skin.

Some low piano music plays somewhere in the background, your favorite scented candle creating a tender and quiet atmosphere where only the sounds of sloshing water follow the piano notes.

After washing the soap off, you grab a fluffy cloth, gently drying his hand before you grab his left one and repeat the process.

Hyunjin's pupils are dilated and he stares at you quietly, admiration evident in his eyes as well as arousal at seeing you on your knees, being so pretty for him, handling his precious hands with such gentleness and love.

After you dry off his left hand, you bring it to your lips, pressing kiss after kiss into his knuckles, continuing onto his right hand and Hyunjin visibly melts at the sweet gesture.

You bring your attention only to the right hand now, kissing the top of it before you take the almond oil and pour some in your hands.

You gently stroke the top of his hand with your palm, applying the oil from the base to the tip of his fingers, listening to his breathing and the sweet piano in the background.

You flip his hand over, pressing the tips of your fingers gently into his, working the oil into his skin towards the wrist then back up to the tips.

Hyunjin's eyes flutter, his cheeks become redder and his lips pouty as you keep repeating the motions, relief and arousal washing over his body at something so simple yet so intimate.

You keep watching his reactions, every single twitch on his face is noticeable and you continue your ministrations before ending it with a kiss to his palm.

His left hand gets the same attention, and by now you can clearly see that Hyunjin's pants are getting tighter right before your eyes.

He doesn't acknowledge it, only keeps his focus on you as you pinch the tip of his pinky firmly before starting to massage his fingers with your thumb, going from the base up.

His lips are parted and eyes hooded as he stares at you with so much love that you feel like your heart and your core will burst into fireworks.

You give attention to every finger, repeating the motions on his other hand, watching Hyunjin subtly nudge his middle forwards and you smirk at him.

He still doesn't say anything, lulled in the soft and quiet moment as you press your thumb to the back of his hand, sliding it towards his wrist slowly, pressing into him and a little gasp escapes his lips.

You work your way to his thumb, massaging the webbed area between the thumb and index finger in circular motions, making Hyunjin bite on his lip and pull himself even closer to you.

Still holding eye contact, you bring his hand close to your face and start pressing gentle, lingering kisses to his fingertips and Hyunjin slowly but surely starts losing it.

But, you're nowhere near done as you do the same to his other hand and then go back to massage the back of his wrist.

Hyunjin tries to let you do your thing, ignoring his hard cock now leaking in his boxers, twitching and begging for attention, but it proves too difficult, his free hand coming up to cup himself through his sweatpants.

"Want some help, my prince?" you say in a sultry tone and he whines, nodding quickly.

You take both his hands in yours, peppering kisses all over his smooth skin before you let them go and hook your fingers in his sweatpants.

He lifts up as you pull them down with his boxers and your eyes immediately fall on his hard member, the tip leaking with excitement.

Your hand comes up to cup his balls, massaging them gently and Hyunjin whimpers, pushing into your palm as you run your hand on his length to the tip, dipping into his slit and playing with the pre-cum, smearing it before you capture his tip between your thumb and index finger, giving it a few teasing and slow strokes.

The pad of you thumb presses into his slit again, running against it and Hyunjin can't helping pushing into you again.

You lean over him, gathering spit in your mouth before you let it drop and coat his head, making him gasp and twitch.

His hand cups you cheek as you wrap yours around his cock, with slow languid strokes you spread your spit all over his length, making it slide more easily as you continue effectively massaging his throbbing length.

You wrap your other hand around him too, making the strokes more purposeful and heavy as Hyunjin keeps gasping and breathing hard, his eyes fluttering between staring at your face lustfully and being closed in pure bliss.

His thumb makes his way to your lower lip, and he presses into it slightly.

Your lips part immediately and Hyunjin slides his thumb into your mouth, sliding it across your wet muscle until it's all in and he presses it into your tongue, making you whimper quietly around him.

A small smirk appears on his lips as you continue stroking him, gently twisting your wrist at the head of his cock, your lips wrapped around his thumb as you start sucking on it.

"My beautiful lover. Is this what you envisioned when you said you'd worship my hands?" Hyunjin's smirk becomes bigger as he slowly moves his thumb like he's fucking your mouth with it.

"Mm." you moan around him, your eyes hooded and your middle throbbing with need.

"Look so pretty like this. But maybe you need more." your hands stutter on him as he pulls his thumb out, coated in your saliva and presses the tips of his middle and ring finger on your lips.

You give in immediately, letting him push them in slowly until they're deep inside your mouth, tickling you and making you choke a little as you lean your head back slightly.

"Yeah, this is what you like." Hyunjin nods to himself with a cocky grin and you whimper, cupping his balls with one hand while the other continues stroking him, a little faster than before.

At the same time, you start bobbing your head on his fingers, sucking on them and matching the pace of your hand on his cock.

"Fuck, darling." Hyunjin gasps, his hips jolting into your hands, his fingers meeting your movement as he fucks them into your mouth.

"So good for me." his other hand wraps gently around your throat, holding you in place as he moves his fingers faster inside your mouth, your spit coating them and dribbling down your chin.

Hyunjin's cock twitches in your hold and you know he's close with the way his balls tighten in your other hand, he's throbbing all over for you, so close to sweet release.

The hand that was holding your neck now tangles in your hair as he grips it and you push your face down on his fingers, choking on them as you suck, your hand speeding up sloppily jerking him off and driving him wild as he moans loudly.

"Gonna cum for you, ah!" Hyunjin whimpers, pulling your head closer and you release him, letting him take control as he jerks himself off while looking down at you darkly.

With a whine, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, pressing your lips down to leave you open so he can bring his cock on your tongue just as he starts cumming, spurts of the warm liquid land on your lips.

He pushes it in as he's cumming, replacing his fingers and pushing his release down your throat as you whimper and choke, swallowing every last drop of his essence.

"Are you okay?" he grabs your face immediately after he pulls out and you cough a little.

"Yeah, perfect." you chuckle and turn your head to kiss his palm.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Hyunjin smiles fondly at you. "Thank you for loving me." he leans down to capture your lips in his as you lift up to meet him half way.

"Thank you for letting me love you." you whisper against his lips before indulging in another loving kiss with your precious boyfriend.

✨Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg @velvetmoonlght @hwanghyunjinismybae @jehhskz @porangporangmeong @laylasbunbunny @laughatdanger @jeonginslefthand @sapphirewaves @simpforleeknaur @s3ungm1nxxl0ve @painterhyunjin @starlost-mochi-x @saintcosette

[peaachypie]

Video

Warning :

(camgirl, masturbation male and female, mention of porn video)

Miguel is a stressed man.

Always working, doesn't have time to rest properly neither to go outside and have his way with women.

But it happen, sometime when finaly sit on his chair to have a small break.

Ding !

Turning his blood red eyes to his phone he stare at the notification.

"@.peachie♡ is on live ! Don't miss it ;) "

When he click on it, you were there all smiling and welcoming everyone with those revealing clothes. Even a blind person could see your nipple through the fabric of the shirt. You were smiling, saying how much you missed your fan.

" you're so pretty !"

" spread your legs for daddy sweet girl..."

" can't wait to see those tits bouncing "

It was the comment you always had. You never answers to them. If they wanted to, they need to pay and Miguel knew it.

Some people might say it's easy money, or dirty money but for you it was just money. Doesn't give a shit from who it's from and how you make it.

You were talking about thing most people don't listen but he did.

Miguel always listen, he never comment.

He just listen.

@.Miguel_Ohara send 2k to @.Peachie♡

" thanks you Miguel ! Aw so...so sweet !"

You clap your hands, bending over to " see " the notification. Your breast exposed from the position. Miguel doesn't use his money for himself ... why not for you ?

The night keep going with that.

Miguel send money and you show some part of yourself until it was interesting for him and the others viewer.

" h...haa...t...thanks Miguel...!"

You breath heavily, as your finger move inside your hole with wet sound coming out.

Miguel watch, sighing against his teeth before looking down at his crotch. His aching cock pulsing against his holographic suit.

The sound of your moan and whine echo in the empty office as he let his cock break free in a small whimper.

He comment in private. He doesn't want people to see his public comment. It wasn't the first time you talked with on in private chat and it was where he mostly ask his request. He doesn't let his need come often, but when he does. He does it good.

Your eyes were filled with tears as you read the paragraph he send you, the way he describe you and the dirty talk but in a polite way. It was a lot. It was too much. It was often odd for the viewer to see how you played with yourself when someone gave you money, almost like if it was boring for you but when it come to him, everything was so much better, so much powerfull.

They couldn't see what Miguel told you, but by the expression on your face, it was good.

Miguel moves his hand on his cock, his thumb stroking his tip as precum would slowly run down his lenght. His eyes were almost close, as he let escape some whimper from his lips. Bitting his bottom lips to hold himself.

Watching you pleasure yourself was so pretty to watch. Hearing you cry his name and the fast " thanksyouthanksyou " you said everytime you reach an orgasm was music to his ears.

His start moving faster on his throbbing cock. His was so desesperate, he wanted to come with you, to come in you.

To watch you cum in person as you would thanks him for giving you his hard cock.

He scratch his desk with his talons, his cum coming out on his hand and lower stomach.

When he turn back his eyes to the screen, you were breathless, making a heart with your hand.

" thanks you all for watching ! See you next time ♡"

The live end on this.

Miguel take some time to think, to have some rest from his lewd activity before his phone ring again.

Peachie♡ send you a message :

" You're one, even THE only one always here and you send me a lot. You're a good fan♡

I was thinking that ... If one day you want to make a video with me, it would be my pleasure ♡"

His eyes widden at this message.

A video with you ? Did he wish too hard ?

His face goes hard again when his holographic assistant appear.

" aw come on big guy, you could have dress yourself !"

" Lyla, shut up please. I'm tired."

" too tired to do a video ?"

She says with a teasing grin as he groan in a slightly annoyed expression.

" I don't have time for video or whatever it is."

He clean himself and dress up, standing ready to leave for his apartment in Nueva York.

" you have nothing on wednesday ..."

He turn his eyes to the " innocent " face of his assistant. He leave in silence.

@Miguel.Ohara : are you busy on wednesday ?

@.Peachie♡ : i can be busy with you :)

@.Miguel.Ohara : you're gonna be.

[put-me-through-the-wall]

Girl Next Door- Pt. 2

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader

Word count: 3k

Summary: Simon finally accept your offer for dinner. Did you mention you can cook?

A/N: I was a little slow on this but the idea of them getting close was stressing me out, okay? Also my MIL was in town and I couldn't get in the groove. All the support so far is amazing, thank you guys so much! If y'all like it there will be more to come. Warning: still slow burning

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Part I

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Simon sits across from you at your tiny dining table pressed against the wall of your cramped kitchen. You managed to lure him in with a fairly nice bottle of unopened scotch you found in the back of your cabinet that had potentially fallen into one of your own boxes when moving from your ex's house. 

He looks around your quaint little one bedroom apartment. It was a lot different than his own. The literal layout was the same. No extra rooms or walls but you’d done something different in here. The whole space had a cozy feeling to it. Every surface was decorated with useless gadgets and trinkets that he didn't understand the purpose of. Lots of blankets, pillows, soft things. You had music quietly playing through your TV speakers in the living room. A few lamps fill the dim room creating a subtle yellow glow that hits the high points of your face, softening your tired features.

"Do you think there's something wrong with me?" you suddenly blurt out.

"S'cuse me?" Simon asks, caught off guard by the question.

"Lately I've been feeling like there's something inside of me that attracts horrible guys. Like, is there a beacon coming out my head that says 'hey, come over here. I'm vulnerable and easy'."

Simon pauses, unsure how to respond. He watches your face closely. You're sad eyes looking to him for an answer he doesn't have. "I think you're...nice," but he has a feeling that's not what you wanted to hear.

"nice?" You let out a humorless laugh. "Maybe that's the problem. Nice must translate to doormat," You sigh and drop your head into your hands. 

Simon takes a sip of his drink. He's growing concerned this is entering too friendly territory. Then you pop your head back up.

"So, how much did you hear?"

"Not much"

"Yeah right," You toss him a coy smile. ���Can I tell you what happened?”

“Sure,”

“Alright, so” you take a sip of your own drink and a deep breath before recounting your story. "I met him at work. He was really nice and offered to pick me up a coffee on his way in one day. I haven’t made any friends at work yet so it was nice just to chat over a coffee. Then we started having lunch together. Nothing serious just in the break room but it felt good to hear about something other than notes from my editor. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, I mean I moved here to focus on myself not continue dating more crappy guys. So of course he started texting me and he was really sweet. He complimented my outfits and thought all my jokes were hilarious apparently. I really wasn’t trying to get involved with this guy though. He said something about hearing I can cook and of course I said I do. It’s part of my job, duh. He’s giving my shit about it so I invited him over for dinner. I made this creamy potato gnocchi with Italian sausage that I got from that great butcher on the corner. I even hand rolled the gnocchi. I mean, who wouldn't kill for an authentic Italian meal?"

"He's sounds like some guy"

"Not really, I was testing out a new recipe for the column so, two birds one stone. Anyways, he comes up and we have some wine and listen to some music. It was going really well so far. Then I go to bring out a nice charcuterie board for an appetizer while the pasta finishes baking. While I'm bringing it to him I can see he's on his phone, texting someone and literally giggling. I walk up behind him and he is sexting. On my couch!" you throw you hands up incredulously. "Well, I thought he was. He’s looking at a picture of some girl bent over then I realize it’s me. He took a picture of my ass, while I was making him dinner. I couldn't fucking believe it. What kind of a scumbag does that to a woman preparing a fucking meal for him? Now, this is not something I'm proud of so let the record show this is very out of character for me but these were extraordinary circumstances. So, I dropped the fig chutney on his head. Right in his stupid quaffed hair. He jumps up and he's all mad and starts yelling and I'm yelling back. He calls me a crazy bitch then I call him a perv. After that he left." you conclude with a shrug.

"Wow" Simon responds, truly taken aback by the series of events. 

"Yeah, then you know the rest from there. I don't know what came over me. I guess after my last breakup I haven't felt very good about myself and this guy made me feel, I don't know- fun? That feels silly to say. I should’ve known better from a guy that works the celebrity gossip section. I probably looked like a big baby out there, how dramatic. I'm sorry about that, again."

"You don't need to apologize."

"After I moved here I thought things would be different. I thought guys in the city were classier I guess. Turns out all guys are the same. Just take what they want and go. Do you want another drink?" You point to his now empty glass. 

"Sure." You snag his cup and stand. He watches you walk over to the counter in your silky slip dress. The sleek fabric clings to your waist. Flaring around your hips and down your thighs. The warm light reflects on the shiny material, shifting with each step you take. It tightens perfectly about your waist and cinched with a neat little bow in the back. He wonders why you would wear a dress like that for this guy.

"So, do you date?" you question in a seemingly casual tone.

"No" 

"Yeah right," you laugh and look over your shoulder to see his stoney expression and your smile fades. "Oh, sorry, I just- I find that hard to believe."

"Why is that?" He tilts his head and you focus back on filling his glass. 

"It's just, you're a good looking guy. I would think you'd get plenty of female attention," You pivot back around and place the glass before him. You lean on the table with one hand and prop the other on your waist. 

"'M not interested," his gaze stays fixed on the brown liquid, grabbing it and taking another sip. He doesn't miss the way you deflated the slightest bit. 

"Maybe I should take a page out of your book, as in maybe swearing off men completely" The oven timer dings. "Oh! pasta!" You jump over and grab your oven mitts. You drop the oven door and slide out the sizzling dish. An aroma of cheese and basil fills the air. Your stomach audibly growls.

You pull down two plates from your cabinet. You serve up the steaming pasta, sprinkling parmesan and fresh chopped herbs for garnish. You proudly carry over the two dishes and place them carefully on the table. You place your hands on your hips while gazing down at the platter.

"This looks...great." Simon is truly taken aback by the incredible looking dish. 

"Wait, don't eat yet. Let me get a picture." You scamper into your living room, grabbing your phone off the coffee table and scurrying back. You hold your phone high above for a birds eye view. Simon scoots his chair back to avoid the gaze of the lens. The camera clicks with a flash. You examine the photo, seeming satisfied with the quality and finally taking a seat in your own chair. "It was okay if you were in the picture. I don't mind." 

"I do," he says simply. 

To anyone else, Simon comes off as rude or callous but you, you never seem to let his shortness affect you. You take his words and just keep going. You don't mind his lack of conversation. It seems you are totally satisfied with having someone there to listen. He was starting to think he didn't mind listening so much. 

"Oh," You shift uncomfortably in your chair. "Sorry then. Well, let me know what you think. Try to be detailed with your feelings about it if you can. You're my guinea pig and be honest. I don't want to put this out when it's garbage."

He proceeds to take a forkful in his mouth. He cannot control the groan that escapes his throat as the bold flavor hits his tongue. This is far cry from his usual take away food. He can't remember the last time he had a home cooked meal now that he thinks about it. 

"This is quite good." He grumbled between bites. Not caring to finish chewing before he's stabbing at the pasta on the plate once again. 

"Really? You don't need to be nice to spare my feelings. I don't mind criticism."

He shoves more in his mouth. "I’m serious"

"Thank you" You giggle watching him scarf down the still steaming hot meal. 

The two of you finish your respective plates without much more conversation to be had. On your last few bites you meet Simon's eyes as he reclines back in the creaky wooden chair, hands laying across his stomach. His head tips back with a satisfied grumble making a proud smile play across your lips. This may be the first time you've seen him express a true human emotion in your presence. 

"There's more if you want?"

"No, I'm stuffed." 

If you know one thing as a part time chef, food is the way to a man's heart. You knew if Simon tasted what you could make his ice exterior would melt away. You stand up and walk to the fridge. 

"Too stuffed for dessert?" you pull out a glass bowl filled with layers of custard, strawberries, cake, and whipped cream. "I made a traditional English trifle. Y'know for the holidays coming up and who doesn't love custard?" you shrug while carrying the bowl over to the table. You hurry back to the kitchen to grab two saucers and plate up the dessert.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to butter me up." he comments, intently watching as you carefully slice through the layers. "What do you know about English food?" 

"Not much, which is why this is a special occasion. I can get some insight from a genuine Englishman," you slide the saucer to him. "Everything happens for a reason, I guess you were meant to be here tonight" you don’t realize how weird that comment is until it's already left your mouth. You suppress the feeling and internally cringe. You take a seat with your own plate and try a bite. "Hey, that's not too bad. I think Gordon Ramsey would be proud"

Simon actually chuckles when you compliment yourself making you giggle in return. This whole night is very different than you expected. Not that you were complaining.

Your leg bumps his underneath the narrow table. Your bare foot brushing up the edge of his pant leg for the briefest moment. A deep blush rises to your cheeks the second you realize it's his leg instead of the table's. 

"Oh, sorry!" you quickly draw your legs underneath your chair. Simon pauses his eating and meets your gaze. 

"S'alright," he slowly slides his long leg across the distance and nudges the shin of your tucked legs with the toe of his boot. "You scared?"

"What?" you allow your legs to relax, your calves sitting on either side of his outstretched leg. It felt natural, almost domestic. "You don't scare me." you're lying paired with an anxious laugh.

"No?" As he says this his foot shifts underneath the supports of your chair and yanks it forward causing your chair to skid a few inches across the tile, pressing you further into the table as you let you a surprised yelp. Hands brace against the edge of the table. Simon maintains his calm composure. "Are you sure?" he takes another bite of the fluffy dessert. 

You weren't sure if it was the liquor going to your head or the rush of adrenaline but you felt bold. You rest your cheek on your propped up hand, offering the most innocent eyes you can muster, as you delicately slide your foot along the smooth leather of his boot. Simon swallows and gently places his fork back on the table.

"What do you think of it?" you question in a hushed tone. your foot travels further up his ankle, dipping under his pant leg to feel his hot skin underneath. 

"It's sweet," He states simply but his words roll off his tongue smooth as butter. 

"Not too sweet?" You tilt your head the slightest bit.

"Hm," he hums in contemplation. Your eyes drift down to watch his hands grasp his drink. He grips the glass in his large palm. The rolled sleeves of his long sleeve reveal the muscles in his arm shifting when he raises the glass to his mouth. For the first time you notice a faint raised scar cutting through the outer corner of his lip and stopping just shy of the edge of his nose. He takes a long swig of the brown liquid, not quite finishing the drink. As he pulls back his lips glisten in the warm light. "Not bad when it's paired with a stiff drink," his tongue is quick to swipe across, collecting the residue. 

"I'll be sure to make a note of that." you smile sweetly. "Can I get you another drink?" You look down at the last sip coating the bottom of the glass. You make sure to flutter your lashes when you look back up at him. 

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" A smirk raises the corner of his mouth.

"No," you laugh. "Why, do you want me to?" 

He releases a deep gravelly laugh that makes your stomach stir. Then he glances at his watch and your stomach drops. 

"I need to get going." He mumbles. He pulls his leg away from yours and rises out of his chair. 

"Wait," you rush to stand, almost knocking your seat over in the process. "Can I- uh- get you a bit of pasta to go? There’s plenty left" Trying to think of any excuse to keep him here a moment longer. 

"S'okay, save it. Maybe I'll come by another time." He turns and steps out of your kitchen and into the hallway leading to your front door in only a few wide strides. 

"Are you sure?" You don't intend for your voice to come out as needy as it does. You follow on his heels like a lost puppy.

"I've got an early morning." Before he reaches the door he turns, seemingly surprised by how close you are to him. He looks down at your big round eyes. 

"Okay," you smile trying not to look defeated. "Well, you're welcome over anytime. I mean it, just knock and I'll probably be home. I'm gonna try writing at home more. Try to avoid that guy." You let out a halfhearted chuckle. "Maybe, you should get my number. Y'know, in case you want to check if I'm home."

"I'm alright, I'll just knock" His hand finds the doorknob. "Thanks for dinner, it was nice" Then he turns to go. Closing the door politely behind him. 

You rush to the peephole, watching his distorted figure step out of sight followed by the sound of his own door shutting. You rest your hot forehead against the cool wood grain of your door. 

You step back in the kitchen and begin putting away the leftovers. Piling the pasta into tupperware, rinsing the plates, collecting silverware. His glass remains in place with a sliver of scotch leftover. You hold the glass up in the light and see a faint smudge on its rim. You twist the cup around so your own mouth lines up with the imprint he left. You swallow the last bit slowly, savoring the way the sharp burn eases into a smooth, smoky aftertaste. You never liked scotch, but now you are starting to understand the meaning of an acquired taste.

The low atmospheric music is abruptly interrupted by an ad loudly cutting through the calm space. You rush into the living room to find the remote, hiding among the cushions and various throw pillows. Growing frustrated you end up walking over and manually hitting the power button. The silence that replaces it isn’t much better though. You step back and let your weak legs carry you until you collapse onto the comfort of your couch. The wine followed by the glass of scotch you polished off makes your head feel light but your limbs so heavy. You turn from your back to your side, realizing the used glass is still clutched in your hand. 

You reach across the gap and set it down on the coffee table with a thud. Your hand retreats back to rest under your head. You stare at it, taking in all the imperfections left on its reflective surface. Your eyes trace the rim once again looking for the smudge. On the corner you see the shadow of an impression peeking out underneath the red lipstick mark you have smeared over it. 

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Across the wall Simon falls back on his own couch. He looks around his dull apartment wondering what you have done differently to make your place look so welcoming. He never minded the minimal decorations he had. A photo frame with his team that his buddy gifted him and a couple of books always seemed like enough. After comparison though it just feels empty. 

He can hear you stomp across your floor. Footstep rushing from the kitchen until you're straight ahead. The sound of your TV turning off bathes the room in sudden silence. Only thing he can hear now is the rushing of his air conditioning unit. He considered your music annoying but now he couldn’t deny the way it added an unconscious energy to the small unit. Now sitting here, the cool tone of the overhead kitchen light illuminating into the living room he feels as though something is missing. Maybe a nice lamp would help. 

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laundry day | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which it's laundry day and you're in a bit of an embarrassing predicament. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader (however, sorta implied that reader is more leaning toward fem) GENRE. fluff, humour?, best friends/roommates to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, vernon is checking reader out lowkey, reader embarrassingly wears hello kitty underwear i don't make the rules, ik vernon is mainly chill but in this they bicker <3, this was very stupid n silly lmfao WORD COUNT. 1.6k

requested from @weird-bookworm: lemme be annoying already— noni + #16 and #59 from list 1!! - #16: "You hugged me like your personal pillow." - #59: "Laundry day doesn’t mean walking around in your underwear, but for you, I’ll make an exception."

notes: i'm never good with writing humour but i thought of this stupid scenario and idk how i feel BYEE (cuz ur girl lowkey struggled on figuring out how to put #59 in the story lmao) tysm for submitting this in sky <3 and ty @bananabubble for reading it over for me!

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You are so stupid.

So fucking stupid.

How could you let yourself get carried away in loading all your laundry that you forgot to save a pair of pants to wear in the meantime?

You replay everything in your head: your overflowing, neglected laundry basket, the utter satisfaction you felt after loading it... right up until the moment you realised every single pair of pants you own was now basically swimming around in a goddamn whirlpool, and now you're left sporting nothing but your underwear and a shirt that didn't offer much coverage than expected.

You let out an annoyed groan, burying your face into your hands and mentally slapping yourself in the face. The chill of your room sends a trail of goosebumps running up the exposed skin of your legs. There really was nothing you could do but wait for your laundry to finish.

Then your head shoots back up, and maybe your bedroom lights up a bit brighter at your metaphorical lightbulb moment, because you think of Vernon. He's the only other option you have.

Tip-toeing up to your closed door, a bit of hesitancy gnaws at you for being so dumb, before you yell out, "Vernon!"

He's probably in the living room right now𑁋you can overhear the faint music of the record player the two of you snagged at this vintage thrift store the other week. A very good and lucky find, nonetheless.

Taking another (and maybe regrettable) deep breath, you call out again, a little louder this time. "Vernon! Can you hear me?"

The music seems to dip down slightly, and after a moment, the record stops spinning, replaced by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. You brace yourself for the door to swing open to reveal the embarrassing state you're in right now, but it doesn't.

Instead, you hear Vernon's voice respond to you through the door, "Yeah?"

"Uh..." You bite your lip because you can't believe you're about to ask this. "Do you have, um... a pair of pants or shorts I can borrow? I'll give it back to you tomorrow."

For a moment you think he didn't hear you because it's completely silent on the other side of the door, and it does absolutely nothing at calming down your racing heart. You see, you probably should be fine with walking around in your underwear with Vernon because he's your best friend and roommate and he definitely would not judge at all, but it's simply not that simple𑁋

"Did you, like, spill Monster on yourself again?" Vernon asks casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world that you would do (it's happened one too many times).

"Yes, I mean, no, I mean𑁋look, just fetch me a pair and I'll bring it back to you later?"

"Uh, yeah, about that..." He pauses. "I'm wearing my only pair right now since you loaded yours first."

You really should've considered that being best friends with Vernon meant collectively sharing the brain cell of procrastinating when it comes to doing your laundry. Great, just absolutely fantastic. This was very much how you wanted your day to go. Perhaps this is why you're best friends, after all.

"Well, shit," You murmur, more to yourself but Vernon hears it anyway.

"Look, I'm sure it's not that bad, right?" Does he seriously still think you spilled Monster on yourself? "You could probably just𑁋"

You can hardly act by the time the doorknob twists and Vernon peeks his head around the door. But the second he catches sight of you, his eyes flicker over you, before he quickly averts his gaze to the Radiohead poster on your wall. Was it the lighting in your room that's making his face look pink?

You stand there awkwardly, suddenly feeling so exposed in front of him as if some sort of gigantic spotlight was shining down on you. It's not like you haven't been half-naked around each other before, but this feels different... somehow. You don't know why, or maybe you don't want to know.

A cough erupts from Vernon, breaking the sudden silence.

"Oh, wow, um..." He toys with the black hoodie around his head. "I didn't look. I swear."

His eyes dart everywhere except back to you, lingering on the Radiohead poster, the slightly askew picture frame on your desk, just anywhere but you. You don’t know whether to feel relieved or embarrassed.

"Ugh, I'm so stupid." You run a frustrated hand through your hair. "And I have this meeting for work in an hour and I know the laundry won't be done by then. I'm actually screwed."

Vernon thinks for a minute. "You can't like... virtually attend the meeting?

"No."

"Or it can't be postponed?"

"Nope."

"What if I file you as a missing person to the police?"

"You're seriously no help, dude," You say, giving him a light shove to the shoulder, but it's hard to suppress the curve to your lips and the small chuckle that leaves your mouth when you see him fall back dramatically.

Vernon snorts lightly. "Well, it's probably better than showing up to work in your Hello Kitty underwear𑁋"

"You said you didn't look, you idiot!" You exclaim furiously, and Vernon literally does not see the way a pillow practically spawns in your grasp and flinging toward him before he can even react. The pillow hits him square in the chest, causing him to stumble backward with a surprised yelp. "Oh my god, just report me missing at this point."

Vernon just laughs as he catches his breath to stand back up, grabbing the pillow up the floor and lifting it up like a shield as if to defend himself from you. Your face is burning brighter than the lava lamp glowing on your bedside table.

"This is so embarrassing," You mutter sheepishly, wanting to unleash another defeated groan again. "I can't believe I'm this stupid to forget to..."

"You're cute."

"...and then I'm probably going to get fired𑁋what?"

Vernon tosses the pillow back onto your bed and clears his throat.

"I said you're really dumb."

That is not what he said.

For a second, the disastrous situation seems to lighten up just a little bit, and your heart is doing some intense, unrhythmic tap dance against your ribs. You heard exactly what he said𑁋that he called you cute in this ungodly predicament𑁋and now he's trying to brush it off?

Vernon cracks a teasing, boyish smile. "And stupid, yeah. You're not wrong about that."

You open your mouth to retort, but the words get caught in your throat, almost like a choked sound coming out instead. So you point an interrogative finger and step closer to him (and yes, still in your underwear), eyebrows furrowing together.

"You called me cute," You state, all firm and serious now.

Vernon's playful look falters slightly, expression shifting to something a bit more guarded now. He rubs a hand at the back of his neck, that nervous habit you've always found sort of endearing throughout time. Perhaps there's a bit more meaning to it now.

The few moments of silence that follow is absolutely suffocating. You can't even tell if time is passing by quicker or slower as the two of you stand there, shifting this uncomfortable weight between both of your feet.

"Yeah," Vernon says simply, quietly. "I did."

You nearly want to laugh for some reason, but you can feel the nerves tickle up your spine. "I'm standing here in fucking Hello Kitty underwear and you think I'm cute?"

You can visibly see the way the lump in his throat tightens as he swallows, his eyes flickering uncertainly between you and the floor.

"Look you just... You caught me off-guard. Like... laundry day doesn't mean walking around in your underwear and all that," Vernon explains, in a tone like he's trying to reason with you. "but for you, I'll make an exception because𑁋"

"𑁋because I'm cute?"

"Because you're so stupidly cute from freaking out when I could just go to the store right now and buy you a pair of pants to wear." Then he sucks in a breath. "And yeah, the Hello Kitty underwear is cute, I guess."

You feign a shocked, traitorous look to your face. "You guess?! It's Hello Kitty, man."

"Dude, do you want me to snatch you some pants to wear or not? Because I'm deadass about the missing persons report," Vernon asks, half-annoyed yet somewhat half-amused. The twitch to his lips doesn't go unnoticed. And the voice of him calling you cute just minutes earlier also doesn't go unheard of too.

You wear a cringy, exaggerated pout to your lips. "Please."

Vernon's face contorts in slight disgust at that. "Please don't do that eve𑁋I'm leaving." And before you can say anything, he's turning around and leaving your room.

You hear the clinking of keys, assuming that Vernon is getting ready to leave to presumably retrieve you a pair of pants to wear for the day. You step up to your doorway to peek into the living room.

"Hey, I owe you!" You holler out to him. "Let me know how much it costs and I'll pay you back."

"No need," Vernon calls back over his shoulder.

"Come on, I'll feel bad," You insist, leaning against the doorframe. "I'll do anything, I swear."

Now that seems to intrigue him, and you watch the way Vernon slowly turns back to you, and maybe you're starting to regret ever saying that to him.

"Okay," he says lightly. "We're watching a movie tonight."

"A movie? What are we..." Then your eyes widen in realisation. "We are not watching Shrek again. I'll end up falling asleep on you because we've rewatched too much."

Vernon just shrugs. "Yeah, like last time. You hugged me like your personal pillow, remember?"

"I..." You stop yourself from responding immediately, feeling a flush creeping up your cheeks at the memory. "Fine, whatever. If I fall asleep again, you can just wake me up this time."

A low, thoughtful hum runs out of Vernon's mouth. "I mean, I really don't mind if you fall asleep, you know. If you're tired and stuff."

You blink up at him dazedly. "Really?"

"Yeah," he answers, and the corners of his lips lift up ever so slightly. "You're cute when you fall asleep on me, anyway."

another note: guys idk what i just wrote lol its like 90% dialogue n rushed HAHSADSA

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[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU Pt 20 of 20

The first year, Kara knows she made the right decision. But that doesn't make it any easier. She retreats for a good week and a half before she forces herself out of her apartment to walk the streets of National City. Day after day she wanders, until one afternoon a spot of color catches her eye.

A butterfly alights on a park bench-- perhaps, Kara thinks, the same one she and Lena had sat upon-- and sits, lightly winking its wings open and closed. It seems out of place, even in the park, at odds with the industrial buildings and zooming cars. Kara sits and stares, thinking unable to help the next thought that runs through her mind.

I wish I could show Lena.

There's nothing that says she can't... the split was amicable, and maybe-- maybe they could still manage to be friends. But as soon as Kara snaps the picture on the phone, she knows she can't. They were never really just friends, were they?

She almost deletes the picture. But at the last minute, she simply slips it into a new folder in her photos app. There it lives, soon to be joined by other images she captures on her walks.

Kara sends a few to Esme, just to satisfy her trigger finger that wants to fire the thing off to Lena. On Kara's birthday a few weeks later, Esme gifts her a slip of paper with an instagram username and password. When she logs in she finds a carefully curated feed of her National City photos, with simple descriptions and minimal hashtags.

It takes her breath away, to see the images reframed not as the product of her heartache, but as hidden glimpses into the city. It makes them less her guilty pleasures, and more... a gift.

It sparks something in Kara, inspires her to continue, and expand her horizons beyond city limits. She starts hiking, first with Esme, then on her own. She buys a real camera and enrolls in classes to learn how to use it.

By the start of year two without Lena, she's hopping planes to other countries, other continents, in search of secret vistas to capture. Her instagram turns into a sister channel for a travel blog, which gains her followers and a small amount of popularity online. She's careful, though, not to put her face on it. She operates faceless, under the penname of KD, and that's enough for her.

She can't say if she hides her identity to ensure any traction she gains is for her work rather than her brief stint as a celebrity's date, or whether it's to keep her work more honest (its more rewarding to find areas on her own, to travel on her own terms than it is be sponsored or reviewing upon request). Or maybe it's simply to avoid the restrictions that notoreity had put on Lena. Not that Kara thought her site could elevate her to such a status, but... she's content with who she is, and how she is.

Every so often, the magazines and tabloids explode with news of Lena, and each time Kara's heart breaks a little-- even as it beats a little harder.

First, there's a bit of a hubbub about ownership rights of Lena's first three album masters. But then, six months later, Morgan Edge is indicted on charges of sexual assault, sexual harrassment, sexual abuse of minors, and emotional abuse. Lena isn't listed among the identified plaintiffs, but Kara knows. Kara knows, and her hear breaks.

The world is shocked when Lena testifies to her own abuse at Morgan's hands, the world is shocked, but Kara isn't.

Kara *is* surprised when news breaks of Lena obtaining new management shortly after the trial. Though the press frames it as Lillian retiring, Kara knows nothing short of a cataclysmic schism could cause a split between Lena and her mother.

And when Lena does release new music, three years after she leaves Kara in Alex's driveway, it sounds... different. Not a bad different. A good different. Kara has known since Paris that Lena's personal life fuels her songwriting, and it's clear that's still the case-- just as its clear that this album had been written in the midst of the legal battles and personal journey of confronting her abuser and coming out the other side.

When Kara listens, she hears acceptance, empowerment, and forgiveness. She hears Lena's value in herself, and a strength in herself that Lena has fully embraced. One song in particular resonates, not just with Kara but seemingly the entire planet. When Kara watches the VMAs with Esme that year, Lena performs *that* song with a full chorus of women behind her, making it a veritable anthem for victims' strength.

If Kara cries, she knows she's not the only one. It may no longer be her place to be proud of Lena, but she is. She is so, so proud.

After that, Lena becomes more visible. She takes more interviews, more guest appearances on talk shows to both advertise her new album and to advocate for victims and the charities that proceeds from the album will support. Kara doesn't go looking for these interviews, but when she sees one playing in the airport lounge she can't help but stop and watch, and marvel at the peace she can see in Lena's features.

Right around her birthday, five years into her travel-photography life, Kara readily accepts Esme's invitation to help her tour Metropolis University. They make a weekend of it, including sight seeing around the city, and even getting last minute seats to the taping of a talk show.

To their shock and surprise, the guest who walks out is Lena herself.

Kara clutches Esme's wrist, who blanches under Kara's accusatory glare. "I swear I had no idea!" Esme hisses. Her eyes are wide and frantic. "Do you want to leave?"

Part of Kara does want to leave, but she knows that bustling out now would only call more attention to themselves. So she simply shakes her head and settles in.

The interview starts just like all of the others Kara has watched over the years. Good natured banter, then a segue into the purpose of Lena's visit. She discusses her philanthropy, her album, all the usuals, and Kara sits enraptured.

Her heart flutters at the smooth cadence of Lena's voice, richer and more velvet than Kara remembers. And the Lena she remembers had always contained such coiled energy that Kara wondered how she ever sat still. But now, she's relaxed and at ease-- upbeat and engage, but with a calm she didn't have five years ago.

Towards the end of the segment, Lena asks to share something new.

"Well, some of you may have heard it, but it doesn't officially come out until next week, so it's *mostly* new. I wrote it a while ago, when a relationship was still new, so-- here's to all the people hoping for more."

A production assistant carries out an acoustic guitar, and when Lena starts to strum, Kara's heart leaps in her throat. The lyrics Lena sees are bright and hopeful... starry-eyed if a song could be such. It's a song of a crush hoping to be something more, a promise of love if only it were accepted.

Kara can feel Esme swaying to the tune, bopping just a little bit to the chipper beat, but she only has eyes for Lena. For most of the song, Lena looks either at the strings or the middle distance. But then, as the bridge leads into the final chorus, she scans the audience.

Holding her breath, Kara expects Lena's gaze to slide right past her. But with wide eyes of her own Kara sees the moment Lena catches sight of her. Green eyes widen momentarily, sparking with surprise, then pure delight. Lena's features spread into a kilowatt smile before she slides her gaze away. Kara swears the strumming gets a little more enthusiastic, Lena's voice a little brighter.

When it finishes, the applause from the audience should be deafening, but Kara can barely hear it, even when the crowd stands in ovation. She watches as Lena and the host exchange thanks and pleasantries, and then Lena exits, still waving and beaming.

Kara leaves with the rest of the audience, numb and quiet as Esme stands anxiously beside her. Had that song-- could it have been about--

"Wait!"

A vaguely familiar call makes Kara pause. She and Esme turn to see a young woman with dark hair trotting towards them.

"Excuse me!" Jess calls as she nears. "Would you come with me please?"

Esme's hand closes defensively on Kara's, but Kara responds before her brain can talk her out of it.

"Sure."

Jess leads them back past the soundstage, through a maze of turns that terminates in a cinderblock hallway lined with doors. Kara doesn't have to guess who's behind the one Jess drops them in front of.

Jess meets Kara's gaze with a smile. "It's good to see you again, Miss Danvers."

Kara can barely offer a smile back before Jess reaches out to turn the knob. The door opens.

Lena stands on the other side, a respectful distance from the door but plainly anticipating their arrival. She straightens as the door swings wide, and Kara can barely bring herself to step inside for the way their proximity has turned her legs to jelly.

Lena smiles. "Hey there," she exhales.

"I--" Kara's voice cracks, forcing her to try again. "Hey."

"Hi, Lena," Esme offers nervously. Kara could kiss her. The distraction pulls Lena's gaze from Kara, giving her the chance to catch her breath.

Lena's eyes widen slightly. "Esme?! Wow, look at you! Does this mean you're too old for a hug now?"

Esme giggles. "No!"

The two hug warmly, and Kara's amazed to see that Esme is almost taller than Lena, now.

"I loved the new song," Esme tells Lena, grinning.

"Thanks," Lena returns. Her gaze slides back to Kara. "I've been profiting off my pain and heartbreak for years. Figured it's time for some of the good stuff to see the light of day."

Kara swallows thickly. "Was that about..."

Lena nods, shifting self-consciously on her feet. "Yeah." She looks at Kara, her gaze open and vulnerable. "Did you like it?"

"Did I--? Lena, I think everyone in the world is gonna like it."

"No offense to the rest of the world," Lena says in a low voice, "but I don't care what they think."

Kara can feel Esme's eyes bouncing between them.

"Honey, could you give us a minute?"

"Yep," Esme says swiftly. "Right. I'll just go wait... It was Jess, right?"

The door closes, leaving Kara and Lena in a room charged with electricity just waiting to spark.

"Do you still feel that way?" Kara can barely bring herself to ask the question, but knows if she doesn't she'd regret it forever.

Lena shifts again, wiping her palms on the front of her jeans. "Would it make any difference if I do?"

It's a fair question. Has anything really changed? Lena is still a critically acclaimed and internationally beloved artist, and Kara... Kara pauses.

Lena's circumstances may not have changed, but Kara's have. She isn't a forty year old a hairsbreadth away from a mid-life crisis anymore. She isn't miserable in her day to day. She lives comfortably doing something she loves, something she knows she'll never give up. And though she may not have had any serious relationships since she last saw Lena, she's closer to her family than she's ever been. She isn't *alone*.

That knowledge allows her to offer the truth.

"Yes," she breathes. "It would."

Lena's eyebrows lift hopefully, an astonished smile sprouting on her lips. Then it softens to a mirthful grin. "Slower this time. Lest I whisk you away on tour again."

"Hey, now," Kara chides softly. "We had some good times on that tour. All five weeks of it."

Lena laughs, the sound bright and happy and golden. "Yeah," she agrees, before falling quiet. She gazes at Kara with soft eyes. "I've missed you, Kara. You have no idea how much."

"I might have some idea," she allows, thinking of her own life the past five years. "A lot has happened I've wanted to tell you about."

Pressing her lips together, Lena guiltily shoves her hands in her pockets. "I... I think I might have already seen some of it."

Kara blinks. "What?"

"Okay, maybe all of it? KD Photog on insta?"

"Wha... how!?!?"

"I saw a picture on insta of a park that seemed familiar, and when I looked a little closer, I found out the photographer lived in National City. I swear I didn't know it was you, I just admired the photos. It wasn't until I followed to the website that I suspected."

Kara stares at her, breathless. "Wow," she exhales.

Lena's expression falters. "I didn't mean... I'm sorry, I guess I should have-- I should have stopped reading once I suspected."

"No, Lena, it's fine," Kara reassures her, regathering her wits. "I don't mind. It's just..." She hesitates for a moment. "Esme is the one who actually first set up the instagram account. I'd sent the photos to her... so I wouldn't send them to you."

Green eyes blink at her, shocked. "Oh."

"I never thought you'd ever see them," Kara continues. "But I'm glad you did. Because I did want to show them to you. Every single one."

Lena's eyes crinkle at the corners. She tilts her head to one side. "Then it sounds like we have a lot to catch up on."

Kara nods. "We do."

"I'm actually in town for a while," Lena tells her. "Maybe... maybe if you'll also be here, we could maybe... do dinner."

Kara considers the offer. "Are you free now?"

Lena blinks, the breaks into a brilliant smile. "Yeah."

"Then how about dessert first?" Kara turns her chin over her shoulder. "Esme?" she asks totally conversationally.

There's a squeak at the door, confirming that Esme's curiosity had her pressing her ear to the door. Then, "um... yeah?"

"Would you like to get ice cream with me and Lena?"

The door flings itself open. "Oh my god, YES!"

Lena's laughter fills the room, filling Kara with a warmth she hadn't totally realized she'd been missing.

As they gather up their things to leave, Lena clasps Kara's hand gently. "Dinner...?"

"Just us," Kara promises. "If that's okay."

Lena nods, her fingers tightening on Kara's.

"I can't wait."

Stepping out into the open air of the city, Kara feels something new bloom in her chest. Seeing Lena this time feels less a whirlwind than more a simple fork in the path on one of her hikes. The paths look largely the same, except that one includes Lena holding her hand.

One thing Kelly said, in perhaps the first year after Lena, that had really resonated with Kara was that lasting romances really only required three things: the person, place, and timing.

Right now, even in these early minutes, Kara feels hopeful that maybe--just maybe-- they might finally have all three.

[xosamioo]

“𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭”

grouping: dom! jay x Virgin jungwon x sub!

rating: 18+ explicit and mature content, smut and angst

wc: 6k

content warnings: NSFW under the influence mention of alcohol and swearing jungwon is a virgin

Summary: Jay and Jungwon attended “the sound of Prada” event in Seoul and are going back home after a night of drinking and having fun. They end up going in the same car alone and things got heated.

Author note: inspired by the recent jaywon moments at “the sound of Prada” event Enha attend and the song “Diet Pepsi” by the lovely Addison Rae

🔞 This story is fiction and does not reflect the personalities or desires of those it is written about. This story has some scenes that may be uncomfortable for some readers, read at your own risk.

Enhypen was at the “Sound of Prada” event, surrounded by other influential artists, the event pulsating with music and conversations intertwined. Live music filled the air celebrating music culture worldwide.

All of the members are drinking liquor. All except Jungwon who doesn't like alcohol and all of the members respect his choice. They all know that he doesn't like the burn, even though he is old enough to drink it. He was enjoying his night, he didn't need alcohol to do so. He was just observing and sometimes recording the musical performances. Jay was standing next to Jungwon and drinking his cocktail

Jay is a light drinker, he only drank if an event called for it or alone with his close peers. He could get tipsy sometimes and get a little carried away. He would joke and get a little flirty, he also has been known to get a bit handsy, especially with Jungwon. Jay glanced over at Jungwon who was just watching everything from the side observing and taking some videos and pictures. Jay smiled and then leaned closer towards him. "Having fun?" Jay asked Jungwon as he got close to his ear. Jungwon didn't flinch at all, having been used to Jay's proximity with him. "Yeah, I'm having a good time." He replied, not even turning to look at Jay.

Jay hummed in response, sipping his drink, his eyes trailing down Jungwon's body. They were both in Prada, well dressed for the event and they both looked good. Jay was particularly focused on Jungwon, he was wearing the most simple thing out of all of the members, but he still looked the best.

"You look good," Jay said, almost whispering in Jungwon's ear, making sure no one could hear him except Jungwon.

Jungwon was used to Jay's compliments. Jay often showered him with them. He got a lot of attention from the members, but he felt like he got a lot more compliments from Jay. "Thank you," Jungwon said, finally looking at him, still not phased by the proximity Jay had with him. Jay smiled at him, he always loved when Jungwon looked at him, their eyes meeting. Jay loved his big dark brown boba eyes, they were always so captivating for him. Jungwon's lips tugged into a small smile before turning away from Jay's gaze, looking back at the live performances.

Jay's eyes never left Jungwon. He watched him, studying every feature on his face and leaning closer to him to continue to talk to him. Jay was quiet for a few seconds, staring at Jungwon intensely before whispering in his ear again. "I can't keep my eyes off you." He confessed, only loud enough for Jungwon to hear him. He glanced down as Jay spoke to him listening to him and then turned his attention back to the music trying to distract himself as he softly rubbed the side of his neck and smiled and nervously chuckled at Jay's presence and flirted glancing at Jay for a second and looking back forward vibing to the music. Jay smiled seeing his slight reaction. Jay gently rested his hand on his shoulder for a second as he saw him rub his neck. He smiled and looked forward.

A few more hours passed and the event came to an end. The members had their fair share of drinks and fun chatting and all that stuff. It was time to go.

The whole group was getting ready to leave, getting picked up in different vehicles. Jay was supposed to ride in a different car, but he decided to go with Jungwon instead. Jay walked towards Jungwon, who was waving bye to fans and getting into the car. Jay followed him getting into the car with him and also waving fans off The driver began to drive in the direction of their dorm.

They both sat in silence, jay's eyes were slightly on Jungwon, the light from the outside streets illuminating his face. Jay felt tense, he was still tipsy from his drinks and was feeling slightly bold.

Jay scooted closer to Jungwon sitting next to him, now basically glued beside him. Jay always needed to be close to Jungwon. Jungwon didn't flinch, he just smiled slightly, used to Jay's touchy behavior when they were alone.

"I had a good time tonight," Jay said to Jungwon, his voice was a little on the slurred side, but he was still comprehendible. "Yeah, it was nice. I enjoyed it." Jungwon answered.

Jay couldn't keep his eyes off him, he watched him quietly and continued to look at his face. He was entranced by his features, the way the lights danced off his porcelain-like skin, his nose and cute chin, His recently dyed blonde hair, and His lips that he just longed to kiss.

Without thinking, Jay reached out to gently touch Jungwon’s cheek. He didn't say anything, just touched his skin, tracing it lightly with his fingertips, then his thumb rubbing his skin softly.

The action caught Jungwon slightly off guard, but at the same time, he was used to Jay being overly touchy with him. He didn't stop him, just let him touch his skin softly. Jay got bolder after Jungwon didn't reject his touch, and he continued to lightly caress his face. He let his fingers trace the outline of his cheek and jaw, then brushed his hair away from his face. The whole interaction was silent, just the two of them in their little bubble. Both of them were used to Jay being touchy, but somehow this time felt slightly different, more intimate.

After a few minutes of just quietly caressing Jungwon's skin, Jay finally spoke up. "You’re so beautiful." His voice was low and soft, and laced with drunkenness. Jung-won looked up at him, feeling a slight fluttering in his chest.

"Thank you," he mumbled out.

Jay smiled at him, still caressing his cheek with his fingers, his eyes not leaving his face. "I mean it. You're so pretty. You have no idea." Jungwon could feel his cheeks flushing slightly at Jay's words. He was used to his compliments, but he still got flustered at times. "You're tipsy." *he chuckled

Jay chuckled at jungwons words, not denying it. "Maybe a little."

He leaned a little closer to Jungwon, still caressing his face. "Doesn't make it less true though." Jungwon felt his heart racing a little, Jay was so close to him. He knew he wasn't the only person Jay was this touchy with, he often did this with the other members (minus the flirting) but somehow, this still felt more intimate than usual. Jay continued to rub his cheek gently, his eyes flickering between jungwons eyes and lips. He seemed a bit entranced with Jungwon's lips, his eyes lingering on them for a few seconds before snapping back to his eyes. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice a whisper. "You have nice lips, jungwon..." He continued to stare at his lips as he spoke, his eyes tracing the shape of them. jungwon's cheeks flushed, not expecting that to come out of Jay. "Thanks..." He said, feeling slightly flustered. He didn't know what to say, just sat there.

Jay was still staring at him, his hand moving from his cheek down to his chin, then his thumb started tracing his bottom lip, slowly and gently. Jungwon felt a shiver run down his spine as Jay's thumb moved across his lip. He tried to keep his composure, but he could feel his heart racing. "Jay hyung, what-what are you doing?" He asked quietly.

Jay didn't answer immediately, just continued to trace his lip before finally speaking. "I...I don't know."

His voice was soft and slightly slurred. "I just...I just really want to kiss you right now..." The confession shocked Jungwon, not expecting Jay to say something like that. he was used to his compliments and touchy behavior, but…..this was different. "Hyung- you're drunk and-" he started. Jay interrupted him. "I know I'm drunk...But I'm being serious right now. I, really, really want to kiss you."

He took his thumb away from his lip and moved closer to him. "Just one kiss...Please, just let me kiss you."

Jung-won didn't know what to say, he was shocked and flustered. Jay was acting like he had never acted before, so desperate to kiss him. "I-I don't- I don't know..."Jay noticed his hesitancy and moved even closer. "Please, just let me kiss you. I promise that there will be only one. Just one, I swear." Jungwon was conflicted, on one hand, he wanted to give in, but on the other hand, he was scared about what would happen if he did. he didn't want things to get weird or awkward. "But, we...we can't" he mumbled out, looking away from Jay's gaze. Jay moved forward even closer, his face inches away from jungwons. "Why not? No one's watching... we won't tell anyone."Jungwon felt like there was a battle inside of him, part of him wanted to give in, to let Jay kiss him like he wanted to, but the other part of him was terrified of the repercussions.

"I just...I don't know-" Jay cut him off, his voice desperate. "Please jungwon-y, just let me kiss you. I'm begging you. One kiss...Please..." jungwon could feel Jay's breath on his face, he was so close. He knew that he should push him away, tell him to stop, but he couldn't. Jay's gaze was so intense, and he was begging, pleading for just one kiss.

His resolve started to crumble, and he slowly nodded his head. Jay's eyes lit up as Jungwon nodded. He raised his hand to cup his face again, then leaned in closer, closing the gap between them. His lips gently grazed Jungwons for a moment before he fully pressed their lips together. Jungwon closed his eyes as Jay's lips touched his. It was a soft kiss, almost sweet, but he could still taste the alcohol on his lips. He felt a shiver run down his spine from the contact. He couldn't believe this was happening, Jay's lips on his. It was something he always secretly wanted but never allowed himself to hope for.

Jay deepened the kiss, his lips moving against jungwons softly. He couldn't believe this was happening, he was finally kissing the boy he'd been wanting for so long, and it was just as, if not more, perfect than he had imagined it. The kiss grew more passionate, their lips moving together heatedly. Jay's hand moved to the back of jungwons head, pulling him closer. Jung-won didn't resist as Jay pulled him closer, just melted into the kiss, his hands moving to grab onto Jay's shirt. He had never been kissed like this before, jay was so intense and the kiss was so hot. His own body was starting to heat up and his mind was all fuzzy. Jay's tongue started to slip into Jung's mouth, tangling with his own. Jungwon tasted the alcohol again, but it didn't matter.

Jungwon felt his breath hitch at the feeling of Jay's tongue in his mouth. His mind was a mess, a mixture of disbelief and pleasure. He never thought that this would happen and he gently pulled away He was flushed and panting lightly, trying to catch his breath.

"Jay hyung, we should-" Jay cut him off again, his voice low and pleading. "No, no, no, don't stop. I want more. I want you. Please.”jungwon could hear the desperation in Jay's voice, and it made his stomach flutter. "But- but we can't-"

He was trying to be logical, to think about the consequences, but it was getting harder and harder to say no to Jay. Jay pushed him up against the car seat door trapping him there. He pressed his body closer to his and leaned down to speak against his ear.

"Please, baby, just a little more..."

The pet name sent shivers down jungwons spine and made his heart beat faster. He couldn't resist any longer, he wanted this just as bad. He looked up at Jay, his boba eyes wide and glassy, his cheeks flushed. “I’ve never... I mean, I want to, but…”It's okay," Jay said, his voice low and soothing. He brushed some hair from jungwons face before cupping his cheek again. "I know you haven't, I'll be gentle. I just want to touch you, kiss you...Let me make you feel good." Jungwon felt the tension in his body melt away slightly. Jay's touch and words were working magic on him.

He still had doubts in the back of his mind, but the desire to feel more of Jay was taking over. he leaned into his hand and whispered, "Okay... I trust you."

Jay smiled at jungwons words and leaned down to press a soft kiss against his forehead. Good boy," he whispered, then moved his lips down to Jungwon's neck, peppering kisses down his skin.

Jungwon's breath hitched as he felt Jay's lips on his neck. He closed his eyes and tilted his head, giving Jay more access to his skin. His hands gripped onto jays shirt tighter, pulling him closer as he let out a soft moan. Jay smirked against his neck at the sound of his moan, his tongue darting out to lick and kiss the sensitive skin. He moved down to his collarbone, nipping and biting gently, wanting to leave marks but he knew he couldn’t. Jungwon's breathing was becoming uneven as Jay explored his neck and collarbone. He could feel his heart racing, and he felt a mix of pleasure and a little bit of nervousness. He couldn't believe that this was happening. Jay's hands started to roam down his body, tracing his sides and waist, before moving to the hem of his cardigan. "Can I take this off?" he whispered against his neck, his fingers playing with the fabric. Jung-won felt a shiver run down his spine at Jay's words. he knew where this was headed and he was both excited and scared at the same time. He nodded his head "Yes... yes, you can."Jay wasted no time and pulled jungwons sweater up and off, discarding it somewhere in the car.

"You're so beautiful..." he murmured.

He stared down at jungwons bare chest, tracing his fingers over his collarbones and soft skin. jungwon felt exposed without anything on even tho Jay had seen him a couple of times when changing also his members but this was different.

Jay's eyes roamed over his body, taking in the sight of him in awe. "God, you're so pretty..." He leaned down and started to kiss and nip at his chest, his lips and tongue exploring his upper body. Jungwon's breath hitched as Jay started to kiss his chest. He could feel Jay's hands roaming over his body too, touching and caressing his skin gently, sending tingles all over. he couldn't help but let out soft moans, arching up into Jay's touch. Jay moved up to whisper against his ear. "You look so good like this, moaning and shaking for me."

Jay's lips moved down to his stomach, kissing and biting at the soft skin there. He could feel jungwons breathing speed up and feel his body move under his touch, and it only fueled his hunger for more. jungwon's mind was fuzzy with pleasure, Jay's words and touch driving him crazy. He could feel tingles shoot through his body as Jay's mouth moved across his skin. He grabbed onto Jay's hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he let out more soft whimpers.

Hyung…..need you Jay felt a wave of arousal shoot through him as Jungwon whimpered and grabbed onto his hair.

"I know baby, I know you need me," he mumbled against his skin. "And I need you too. I want you so bad."He continued to kiss and bite down his stomach, moving lower as he reached the edge of his pants. jungwon's hips bucked up involuntarily at Jay's touch. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach and the needy sensation growing stronger. "Please hyung...need you now...please...." He panted out.

Jay groaned at the sound of jungwons begging and pleading. He was getting hard just from seeing and hearing him like this. "I know…Be patient" he said softly, his hands moving to unbutton his jeans. Jung-won whimpered and squirmed on the seat, his body aching for more contact. Jay's hands felt so good on his body, and he couldn’t wait to feel even more of them. He bucked his hips up, trying to get more friction. Jay smirked at his needy behavior, He slowly pulled off jungwons pants and underwear, leaving him completely bare for him. Jay drank in the sight of him, the flush on his face, the needy look in his eyes, and the way his chest rose and fell all together. Jung-won felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as he lay there completely naked, his body feeling exposed. But the way Jay was looking at him, looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world, made him want more. He reached out for Jay, his hands grasping at the air, silently begging him to come closer. Jay leaned down closer, his lips hovering over his. "So gorgeous.." He whispered, his voice low and rough. He was consumed with the desire to touch him, taste him. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby... I promise." jungwon whined at his words, his body feeding even more on edge. He needed more, he needed Jay's hands all over him.

“you….still have clothes on…”

Jay felt a pang of heat at the sound of jungwons needy whines. "I know baby, I know...I'll take them off. I just wanna look at you a little more." He murmured against his lips. He leaned back just enough to pull the black cardigan he had on over his head, discarding it somewhere in the car before moving down to unbuckle his pants. Jung-won watched as Jay got rid of the rest of his clothes, revealing his toned body. He couldn't help but bite his lower lip as he saw the muscles and the way Jay's body moved. Jay chuckled as he saw Jungwon bite his lip, he knew what that meant even with his slurred mind. He discarded his belt and lowered his pants and underwear in one go Jungwon's eyes widened as he saw Jay completely naked. His angry aching red cock sprung out against his stomach.

Jung-won felt nervous and scared a the sight. “hyung…….how…...is it…”

Jay looked down and smiled at his reaction, he knew he wasn't small, he could tell that it was probably bigger than Jungwons. Jung-won looked up at him, both scared and eager. He wanted to feel it against him, inside of him...he could feel himself getting even more desperate for him, his mind hazy in pleasure as he stared at the man on top of him. he didn't know what it would feel like but all he know is that he wanted it.

Jung-won stared at it, feeling both intimidated and excited. “it’s….bigger than I thought…” Jay chuckled and leaned down, his lips moving to his ear. “You’re adorable, baby.” he nipped at his earlobe before whispering, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you. I’ll go slow…I promise.”jungwons body tingled as he felt jays lips on his ear, his words making him shiver. He trusted Jay and knew he would be gentle like he promised, so he nodded shyly. “Okay….I’m ready hyung…” Jay looked down at him, seeing the trust and desire in his eyes, and he felt a wave of anticipation wash over him the way Jungwon laid beneath him completely bare for him it was missing from his drunken mind. He leaned down and kissed him, slow and gentle, trying to convey all his feelings through it. Then he pulled away and flipped Jungwon so he was laying on his stomach against the car seat his ass facing up at him. Jungwon's face was flushed with embarrassment at being in such a vulnerable position, but he trusted Jay enough to let him take control. He closed his eyes and waited, his heart racing in anticipation. Jay took a moment to admire Jungwon, the sight of his arching back and perfect curves, but the urge to touch him, taste him, was too strong. He put one hand on his hip, gripping him firmly as he leaned down to press a kiss onto his spine jungwon body responded immediately to Jay's touch, arching up into it by instinct. He gasped and felt a shiver run down his spine as he felt Jay's warm lips against his skin again. Jay leaned down and whispered into Jungwon's ear, his voice low and rough. “Gotta be quiet, baby. Can’t let the driver hear us.”

He moved his free hand up to cover jungwons mouth as he kissed and bit at his shoulder. Jung-won nodded and tried to muffle his moans he could feel Jay pressed against his ass. Jay groaned at the feel of Jungwon underneath him, he could feel his heat and the way he was squirming. He wanted to just press right in but he had to be gentle and go slow, like he promised. Jay uncovered Jungwon's mouth reaching it out to his mouth “Spit” Jay said jungwon obeyed, and he collected some saliva in his mouth before spitting it in Jay's hand. Jay used the saliva to moisten his fingers, rubbing them together before he moved his hand down and slid a finger inside him slowly.

Jung-won gasped at the feeling, the intrusion was unexpected and unfamiliar. He felt a stinging sensation but it wasn’t so bad. He gripped the

seat beneath him, his body tensing up slightly. “Hyung….” He mumbled, his voice slightly strained. “It’s…it’s weird..”

Jay slowed down, not wanting to hurt him. “I know baby, I know it’s weird. Just relax, it’ll feel good soon.” He added another finger as he started to move them slowly. Jung-won gasped at the feeling of the second finger. It started to feel better tried to relax His body was adjusting to the feeling, the stinging slowly fading away and getting replaced by strange but pleasant sensations.

He could feel Jay stretching him out and he leaned back his head, his body responding to the movement. “Ah…..hyung…..” he mumbled, his voice getting more strained. “Feels…..good…..” Jay smirked at his words, he could tell that Jungwon was starting to feel good, which was exactly what he wanted. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good.” He whispered, moving

his fingers in a slow rhythm. jungwons was gripping the seat beneath him as the fingers inside him started to get faster. He was getting used to the feeling and started to feel the need for more. He lifted his head and looked back at Jay, his eyes pleading. “Hyung…need more…please…” Jay groaned and his eyes darkened at jungwongs plea. “Patience baby, I know you need more but I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, but he could feel his patience wearing thin. He removed his fingers, earning a whine from Jungwon. He leaned down to give him a quick kiss before whispering in his ear. “Shhh….be patient, I’m gonna give you what you want.” Jungwon lay there, his body feeling empty without Jay's fingers. He whimpered softly and felt desperate for more, but he tried his best to stay patient like Jay told him to do.

Jay reached over to grab his jacket, rummaging through the pocket before pulling out a small packet His mind was getting fuzzy again but he tried to think as clearly as he could for jungwons sake even tho he just had to take him right there and then without any prepping but he had to be gentle. He tore the packet with his teeth, taking out the small square piece of rubber. He took a moment to look at Jungwon, seeing his body twitching and waiting for him. He felt a pang of lust go through him but took a deep breath to steady himself. “You ready, baby?”jungwon was panting and felt desperate. He wanted more, he needed more. "Yes, yes, I’m ready, hyung, please... I need you."

“Okay…just relax, okay?” Jay said, his words a little slurred but still firm.

He put the condom on, his breath hitching as he did so. He looked down at Jungwon again, his eyes dark and filled with need. “I’m gonna go slow, okay?”

He aligned himself with Jungwons entrance, one hand on his hip to keep him steady, his body tense with anticipation. Jungwon's body was trembling. He could feel jays body pressed against his, the blunt head of his cock at his entrance. Jay covered Jungwon mouth one’s again and He wanted to make sure that Jungwon was comfortable before moving any further.

He tightened his grip on his hip, trying to keep him still He slowly pushed in a little, just the tip, watching Jungwons face for any sign of pain or discomfort. Jungwons body tensed, the pressure and burning sensation familiar but more intense than the fingers, and he whined into Jay's mouth Jay stopped moving, giving him time to adjust to the feeling. His body was shaking with the effort to hold back, he wanted to just push in all the way but he knew that he had to be careful and gentle especially with it being jungwons first time. "You okay, baby?" He asked, his voice slightly strained. Jung-won nodded against the hand covering his mouth, his breath coming in quick gasps. The burning sensation was still there, and he felt like he was being stretched too wide. He whined again and mumbled, “Hurts a little, hyung..” I know baby, I know. Just keep breathing, okay? Deep breaths,” Jay said, rubbing his hip reassuringly. He could feel jungwons body clenching around him, and he knew it would hurt a little before it. “You’re doing so good, baby. I promise it’ll get better soon.”

Jung-won tried to relax and breathe as Jay told him to do, he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of his hand on his hip and the sound of his voice. “Okay. I’m okay…” he mumbled after a minute, the pain and burning sensations slowly subsiding. “That’s it,” Jay murmured. “You’re doing so good for me, baby” He started to move again, slowly pushing in a little bit further, watching closely to see how Jungwon was reacting. Jungwon gasped as he felt Jay pushing in deeper, the pain was slowly turning into something else, something good. “Ah…..hyung….�� He moaned against his hand “You’re doing so well, baby” Jay murmured again, his voice low and rough. He kept moving slowly, sinking in slowly, inch by inch.

“God…you’re so tight…..” he groaned,

the feeling making him light-headed, the alcohol and the heat of the moment making him dizzy. “You’re taking me so well, baby.” He leaned down and whispered in his ear, his lips brushing against it “You’re doing so good for me.”

Jungwon could feel his body stretching around Jay, the pain and burning sensation were almost gone now and only pleasure and need were left. He gripped the seat below him, his breath coming out of his. “Hyung…please…more…” He pleaded against his hand. Jay felt Jungwons plea and felt the last bit of his restraint snap.

“Okay, baby…I’ll give you more.”

He pulled out and pushed in a bit harder this time, watching Jungwon face for

His reaction. “Ah…ah!” Jungwon gasped loudly against Jay’s hand, the feeling was overwhelming and he felt a burst of pleasure in his stomach. “hyung…feels so good. “Yeah?” Jay's voice was low and rough, he could feel Jungwon clenching around him and it was driving him crazy, starting to move faster now, the alcohol making him dizzy and his mind was only filled with thoughts of Jungwon and how he looked and sounded under him. Jay knew he probably wouldn’t last long, he was drunk and over-sensitive “You feel so good around me, baby,” Jay said, his breathing getting quicker and voice getting lower. “So tight and hot”

He gripped his hip tighter as he moved faster inside him, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Taking me so well” Jay praised him, feeling Jungwon’s body squeezing him tighter, his words making me feel hotter. “I’m so close..” "Me too…hyung…I’m so close, please…”Jungwon whined, his body shaking from the pleasure. He was gripping the seat below him so hard, that his body felt like it was on fire, he was close but he just needed a little more push

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you” Jay whispered, shifting his hand from jungwons mouth to his hips. He held him in place as he started pumping into him harder and faster “Ah- ah” jungwons moan was getting louder, he was sure that the driver would be able to hear him but he didn’t care anymore, he needed more, he needed to come “I’m close, I’m so close..Ah, hyung..”jungwon whimpered, his body on fire and his mind clouded over by Jay and pleasure. Jay felt his orgasm approaching, he shifted to hold Jungwon's hips with one hand while the other went to his hair, pulling him up against his chest so he could whisper in his ear “cum for me baby, come on” he whispered, his lips brushing against his ear jungwons body was shaking, the feeling of Jay so close to his ear and the way he was holding his neck made him even more sensitive “ah, hyung..” He whimpered his body on the edge.. “shit-” jays voice was shaky as he was getting close too. He moved his hands back to jungwons hip, using the other one to hold his hair again, tugging it so his neck was arched back against his shoulder. “So- fucking good” he groaned, moving his hips faster, needing to see him reach his release

"Ja- Hyung...I'm...I'm... ah" Jungwon couldn't hold back anymore He came, crying out jays name as his body shook and he clutched the seat jay watched him come undone, he felt jung-won clamp down on him and he found his release grunting loudly, pumping a few more times before he spilled into the condom. He slumped back onto the seat, pulling Jungwon down with him and letting go of his hair to wrap his arms around him, holding him “You did good baby, you did good” he said in between breaths, still dizzy but feeling a lot better now. He pressed a kiss onto jungwons shoulder, his hands gently rubbing his sides jungwons body was still trembling and his breathing was shaky, he leaned back against Jay, feeling spent and satisfied.

he mumbled sleepily “Can’t feel my legs”

jays chest rumbled with a soft laugh “You’re gonna feel like that for few minutes, don’t worry” He nuzzled his face into Jungwon's neck, still holding him tightly against his chest

The car seemed to have slowed down slightly, and Jungwon knew that they were getting close to their dorm soon.

“we’re getting close,” Jay said as if reading his mind, his voice low and rough. “We gotta clean up and put our clothes on” Jungwon groaned but he knew he was right. He tried to get up but his legs felt too shaky and weak. “I can’t stand up” he mumbled jay chuckled again and tightened his arms around him, keeping him from getting up. “I’ll help you.”He gently maneuvered him so he was facing him. He looked down and saw the mess they had made with the condom and the way his shirt was all crumpled. He reached down and fixed up his clothes before looking back up at his face jungwon was looking up at him, a tired expression on his face but a soft smile on his lips. “you look messed up, hyung” he mumbled, reaching up to fix his hair jay smiled back at him and ruffled his hair. “Look who’s talking” he teased. “You look like a mess”

“yeah…who’s fault is that?” jungwon said, his voice sarcastic. Jay rolled his eyes and pinched his sides, “I think you liked it”“Ow..don’t pinch me” Jungwon pouted, shifting away from jays fingers

“Sorry, sorry,” Jay said softly but there was still a teasing smile on his face

the car was getting closer to their destination and the two of them were still sitting on the back seat, both of their hair messy and kinda clothes rumpled. It wasn’t so obvious that they had been doing something thin. Jay looked out the window and saw the dorms come into view. “hyung”…..jungwon spoke up gently Jay turned to look at him. “mhmm?” will things change between us?…. I don’t want it to be akwa-”

Jay moved closer shaking his head. “nothing will change between us, I promise” he said, his voice serious. “You’re still my lifeline. my baby”

“I’m still your baby?” Jungwon asked teasingly, the corners of his lips curving into a smile showing his dimples. Jay smiled back and pinched his cheek “Yeah, you’re still my baby,” he said in a mock tone before he lowered his voice

“𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘄”

Actual Moments from the “sound of Prada” event Jaywon attended that inspired a few scenes: Jaywon moments Twitter link

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vi x reader (fluff) - modern au pt. 2 → she/her pronouns!

in honor of season 2 being announced, the feminine urges told me to FINALLY finish this draft read part 1 here!

It isn't until about 3 pm in the afternoon when you finally awake from your spot on Vi's couch. The few times Vi came in to check if you were awake, you lay there like a corpse, spiking concern of whether or not you were alive.

But eventually, you wake up, drool pooling by your head and your legs tensed up. Your mouth is dry, eyes crusty, and the remnants of a headache appearing late. The events of yesterday fly completely past your head, and you peer around, confusedly rubbing the sleep from your eyes with your fist.

By now, Vi's completed nearly half a day of errands; her daily gym visit, checking in on Powder, getting work done. Coming home to you still sleeping on the couch was a (pleasant) surprise; she suspected that you might've packed your things and fled the scene. The idea of it reminds her of herself.

Fast-forward to now, you're finally awake. Needless to say, waking up from a 10-hour sleep on a couch that isn't your own is concerning. Your throat already feels scratchy, lips chapped and your hair practically up into a giant knot.

The sunlight from the window is too bright for your liking, kindling a warm headache at the back of your brain. The heavy blanket on your body; you catch how it smells, your dilemma slowly fizzling back to your memory. The living room is deathly silent, leaving you alone with your own thoughts as you assess the living room.

Vi doesn't seem to be around; you assume she has work or something to be at. You remember how gentle she was with you; calling you pretty and practically saving you from assault. Should you leave? Should you just wait to pay your thanks?

Folding your forearm over your eyes, you sigh, already feeling terribly overwhelmed on what to do next. You figure you should sit up; maybe an ice water will wash away half of your headache and dry throat. You need to pee too, like really bad.

Treating yourself like an old woman, you take it easy on yourself. There's no rush, so you sit yourself up onto the couch, eyeing the half-empty glass of water on the coffee table. After rubbing your eyes a bit, you take a few sips. You were right; the water did make you feel a little better.

For a moment, you gaze emptily at the wall, your mind revolving back to the night before. You swear you could still hear the vibrations of loud house music in your ears.

You'd hate for this meeting with Vi to be your last. Something lonely inside you hopes that she's single, that she would read your mind and magically ask you on a date to sweep you off your feet.

Your urge to pee lulls you from your thoughts, until you realize you're still still sat on the couch. Like a giraffe taking it's first steps, you slowly rise up from the couch, sending vertigo to cloud your eyes. Once your eyes clear and you manage to stand up completely straight, you hobble your way towards what you hope is a hallway.

It takes you a few peeks into random rooms, but you finally make it to the restroom, where you close to the door to do your business. Just as you switch the light on, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Standing to meet eyes with yourself, you sigh. As suspected, you look like utter shit.

In her bedroom, sat by her PC, Vi hears the ghost of a door closing amidst the background music of her videogame. Pulling off her headset, Vi pauses her game for the moment, listening in to see if you were awake or not. She figured it'd be best if you just slept as much as you needed.

An excited smile forms on Vi's face when she hears shuffling from across her hallway. Placing her headphones on her desk, Vi leaps off her desk chair, kicking on her slides.

She hears the sound of her sink being turned on as she steps out of her bedroom, noticing the light turned on from the crack just below the bathroom door. Vi catches herself smiling more than she really should, before leaning herself against the doorframe.

Just as you finish washing your hands, you creak the door open with a rub of your eyes. Vi chuckles when she sees your current state, messy hair, water drops on your shirt, your posture sunken like a candycane.

"Morning, pretty."

A hoarse shriek forces it's way out of your throat, reacting with a full-body flinch at the sight of a familiar head of pink hair. Like you've been doused in ice-cold water, it's like your vision instantly clears at the sight of her.

For a moment, you're left to ogle at her around-the-house attire; a black tank paired with a pair of loose plaid boxers. You admire the tattoos littered across her strong arms, finally noticing how tall she is compared to you.

"I- um- hi Vi." You stutter, tripping over your words.

Her smile is enough to make you melt, an attractive chuckle spilling from her lips as she leans against the wall. You try to hide the warmth on your cheeks, swiping back your messy hair to try to tame it as best as possible.

"Did you sleep well? You were out for like, 12 hours."

Your mouth runs agape, until you close it back shut. You're probably like a homeless person to her, overstaying your welcome and ruining your chances of ever getting her number. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry! I-I'll be out of your place in 10 minutes I sw-"

Vi then steps forward, placing her big, warm hands onto your shoulders. She keeps you steady, instantly silencing you with a tiny chuckle. The way her hand gently smooths over your shoulder sends shivers down your spine, her head leaning in to meet you in the eye with a knowing gaze.

"It's nothing, sweets. You can stay for as long as you'd like." She says, with a small smile.

Your mouth left agape for a few seconds, letting her sultry voice lull you. She's so much closer now, so firm with her words. One of her hands slides down to the small of your back, tugging you closer to the warmth of her body. Your mind blanks out for a moment, allowing yourself to be palmed by her however she pleases.

"I really can't thank you enough for letting me stay..." You mumble, only leaving Vi to lean in so she could hear you better. With a frown, you realize what day it is; Monday. You have class on Tuesday, meaning you'd have to get home by today or so to drive to class.

"I'd love to stay more, Vi, I really do. But, I think I have class soon. This week. I'm so sorry."

You pray she takes your words as genuine, and not like you're trying to make an excuse to leave and never see her again. You're only met with a smirk.

"Jeez, hate me that much?" She asks.

You immediately shake your head no. "No, no! It's not like th-"

Vi chuckles again, this time more vibrantly than before. It brings a genuine smile to your face.

"Shhhh... sweets, I was just messin' with you."

You let out a sigh of relief, giving her a teasing shake of your head.

"What time do you have class, hm?" She asks you, sending butterflies to your stomach. You feel her thumb smooth over your lower back, in which you place your hands on her inked forearms.

"Uh, Tuesdays and Thursdays at 11. Why?"

You mourn the loss of Vi's touch as she releases you from her firm grip, her hands trailing to fiddle with your hands. She takes a step back, her head slightly cocking to the side.

"How about this... you stay at my flat for the rest of the day... and in exchange for that," Her hands interlock with yours. "I'll drive you to class tomorrow?"

You sense the slightest bit of nervousness in her voice, her expression seeming hopeful as she peers down at you. You didn't know that people like Vi could ever get nervous.

Joy overtakes you for a few seconds. She wants to hang with you! At her flat, no less. You fight ever urge to squeal like a little girl, instead opting to bounce a little on your feet. Vi giggles at your happy outburst.

"Mhm! I'd like that. I mean, if you're fine with driving me- I don't know how far campus is from here." You shyly admit, fiddling with your fingers.

Vi simply shrugs. "Doesn't matter... but anyways, it's settled?"

You eagerly nod. "Mhm!"

Vi then turns around towards her bedroom, craning her neck past the door to peer at the clock on her wall. All the while, she keeps her hand glued to yours.

"Mm, it's like 3:40-ish." She mumbles.

Turning to the side, Vi steps towards the living room area, before looking back and giving you a small nod. You quickly follow suit, trailing behind her like a puppy.

"I'm starving, I'll make us something."

anyways um, this fic will kinda be like sunshine/puppy-coded yn

© 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂.

[dorabellingham]

Kind of night

warnings: sexual insinuations

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when you go to a nightclub with your friend and he doesn't stop staring at you

may contain spelling and translation errors!

Electronic music pulsed through the club floor, echoing in your chest as you watched the neon lights spin and reflect off the walls. You were there because Bukayo had dragged you to the party after the national team game. It was the kind of event you used to avoid, but with Saka insisting so much, you ended up giving in. Now, amidst the smoke, the loud music and the noisy conversations, you felt almost out of place.

—Relax, Y/n! —Saka said beside you, laughing. —You deserve to have some fun.

You smiled, taking a sip of the vodka. It was true that you didn't go out much, but since you were there, you decided you might as well enjoy it. Around him, national team players, friends and guests laughed and talked, creating an atmosphere of lightness after days of pressure and adrenaline in the championship.

But one thing made you feel different that night. From the moment you arrived, felt a gaze fixed on you.

You looked aside, and there he was — Jude Bellingham, leaning against the bar counter with a glass in his hand, his dark, penetrating eyes locked on you as if the world around him was irrelevant. You already knew him by sight, of course, because of Saka and the circles they lived in, but you had never really spoken to each other. Until that moment. He made no bones about being discreet, and you felt a wave of heat rise to the back of your neck. You looked away, trying to concentrate on the conversation with your friend, but something made you turn your eyes to Jude, who continued to stare at you with a smile on the corner of his lips. A smile that said more than words.

Time passed, and with every second, the surrounding environment became hazier, more immersive. The lights danced to the beat of the music, and people seemed to disappear as you felt Jude's gaze burning into your skin. After a while, Bukayo went to talk to other teammates, leaving you alone for a few minutes. It was enough for Bellingham to get closer. He didn't say anything at first, just leaned next to you on the counter, the close proximity making the air feel heavier. His smell was fresh, with a woody note that made your heart beat faster.

—You can't stop looking at me.

He said finally, his voice low and husky, carried by the beat of the music. You let out a short laugh, turning to face him.

—I think you're getting confused. The one who doesn't stop looking is you.

Jude laughed, a low sound that made your stomach tighten.

—Perhaps. —He looked directly into your eyes, without looking away for a second. —But I won't apologize for that.

The heat rose through your body, the game of gazes filled with tension. You didn't know if it was the music, the environment, or the simple intensity of his gaze that made your senses alert in a way you'd never felt before. But something was clear: you didn't want him to stop looking at you.

—Come with me.

He said suddenly, leaning close to your ear, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

Without thinking much, you nodded, and in a matter of seconds, he took your hand, leading you away from the crowd. You passed through the narrow hallway of the nightclub until you reached the door of one of the bathrooms. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as Jude pushed the door, closing it immediately.

The room inside was small, with dim lighting that made it difficult to see the details. But you didn't need light to feel his presence behind you, his body so close you could feel the heat radiating from him. In one swift movement, he flipped you over, pinning against the wall with his body. His hands held your waist, firmly, and his eyes never left yours.

—Do you have any idea how much I was watching you all night?

He murmured, his voice husky and hot against your ear, making your entire body shiver. You smiled, teasingly.

—I perceived.

He didn't respond, he just leaned in more, and before you could think anything else, his lips were on yours. The kiss started soft, but soon became urgent, hungry. His hands explored every part of your body, and you grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer, not caring about the fact that you were in the bathroom of a nightclub. His hands went down to your thighs, lifting you with ease, as if you were much smaller than him — and you were, but at that moment, Jude's size seemed even bigger, almost overwhelming. You let out a low moan as he pressed his body against yours, the heat building between your legs in a way that made the room feel even more claustrophobic.

—Stay quiet, sweetheart.

He whispered against your mouth, his tone slightly teasing, as one of his hands unzipped your dress, making the garment fall over your thighs entwined around his waist. You bit your lip, trying to control the sound that wanted to escape, but he didn't make it easy. Bellingham's every touch, every movement was calculated to put you on edge, and he knew exactly what he was doing. You could feel your heart beating frantically in your chest, your head spinning with the intensity of the moment. The muffled music in the background seemed distant, the world outside that bathroom nonexistent. There was only Jude, the way he pressed you against the wall, the way his lips moved against yours, each touch sending a wave of heat throughout your body. For a second, you pulled away just enough to catch your breath, your eyes meeting his. He smiled, that crooked smile you had seen from across the track, only now it seemed even more dangerous.

—You have no idea what you're doing to me.

He murmured, voice husky with desire. His hands were skilled in a way you had never experienced, and it left you on the verge of collapse. You smiled back, your breathing ragged and sweat running down the side of your face.

—I think I know exactly what I'm doing. He laughed, a low, husky sound, and before you could say anything else, he kissed you again, deeper this time, as if to make it clear that the night was far from over.

[ashen-char]

so unfair

ship: amber freeman (scream) x fem reader

warnings: mentions of sex and underage (at least in america, where it's 21) drinking/clubbing

summary: drunk you thinks the way amber takes care of you is unfair if she doesn't let you do the same.

word count: 1500+

notes: amber taking care of drunk fem reader, as requested here <3

Hazy. The club is a blur of neon lights and pounding bass - the smoke machine misting everything and messing up your field of vision. You can barely see in front of you. All that matters is Amber anyways. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, her perfume, and that sweet smoky haze that makes everything feel like a dream.

Each beat vibrates through the floor and into your bones. Bodies are everywhere, a sea of movement, pulsing and swaying like a single, living entity. Every sensation feels fuzzy. Everything except Amber and the way she moves with you. The way she feels as your hands slide along her body.

You've been downing shots without a second thought all night. Amber had warned you to slow down - this wasn't her house, where you two could get sloshed without any consequence except her parents scolding you about getting into the liquor cabinet again. But you were having too much fun. The liquid fire burning down your throat was sweet, and thinking of consequences seemed absurd when you were with her. With Amber, things just went right. Felt right.

Some stranger bumps against you, messing up your rhythm as you were swaying with her. No biggie, and you can barely hear their slew of apologies. A giggle pours out of you. "No, no, it's alright," you tell them.

You can barely get the words out before you hear "get your hands off my girlfriend" from behind you. Amber's arm goes around your waist and you're sure she's giving this poor club goer a death glare. She's good at that.

"Don't be like that, Ams, it's not like they shoved me," you defend.

Your cheeks are flushed, you can tell because everything feels hotter, and it's probably half the drink and half embarrassment as the stranger walks off terrified of your girlfriend. She doesn't have to do this every time. You can take care of yourself. So you tell her as much. Or try, at least, your words are all jumbled in your drunken exasperation.

Amber rolls her eyes. "Uh huh." Hands going on your hips, you feel yourself being ushered away from the crowd. And look, you don't hate having a pretty girl's hands all over you but you'd be okay if she was a little less protective. Just a bit.

"People dance. They get bumped into. It's fine. I'm fine!" To prove your point, you pull your hand back from how she's dragging you. You can walk for yourself, thank you very much, and can follow her just fine. "See, no broken bones."

The stairs down to the club's bathroom is a little tricky, so you cling to the railing, glaring when Amber wraps her arm around you instead. It's when she presses a kiss to your hair that you melt into her hold. 

When Amber closes the bathroom door behind the two of you, the music is muffled. That fuzzy feeling remains, but it's quieter too. You see her grabbing wads of the toilet paper, cussing out the club for only having 'shitty one ply'. When Amber comes back over and tells you to get up onto the sink, you gasp.

"Here?" you ask, looking over to the door. Biting your lip, you weigh up the pros and cons of a bathroom quickie. "Someone could walk in..."

But oh well. You're up for some fun, especially when it involves your Amber. Leaning forward, you dig your thumbs into Amber's waistband, ready to tug it down and have at her. Mm. The taste of her on your tongue sounds even more delicious than the shots you downed, and you hope it'll go down as smoothly.

"God, you're a mess, babygirl." Amber sounds both exasperated and affectionate, both of which make you pout. Especially when she's grabbing your hands and taking them away from your attempts to unclothe her. "Not that I'm not flattered by the offer, but that can wait until later. Probably when you're more sober." Your pout deepens. It makes Amber laugh, and she kisses it away. "I'm just gonna clean you up. So get on there, now."

"Well, that's less fun," you whisper to yourself.

Palms on the sink countertop, you hike yourself up until you can sit comfortably. Curious eyes watch as Amber methodically wets a wad of tissues, dabbing it against your side, then does the same with a dry tissue. You didn't even realise that a drink had splashed on you when you bumped into someone. Whoops.

"Hanging with me isn't fun?" Amber asks. If you were sober, you could glean her sarcastic tone a mile away. But your mind's looser right now. Thinking less and saying more.

"I'm having a great time," you correct. "You know that. I have the most fun when I'm with you. Because of you."

"Uh huh."

She's cute when she's serious. Hell, she's cute all the time. Amber's got these pretty brown eyes that go all big and sweet only when she's looking at you. You, or some particularly gorey scene in whatever horror flick she's watching, but it's sweeter when it's you. Your drunk brain tells you that you should tell her.

"You're adorable."

"Yuck." Amber's nose scrunches up in distaste, because that's certainly not a word she'd like to associate with herself, but she's focusing on cleaning you up. She throws the tissues to the nearby bin before starting the process over again. "You sure you're not talking about yourself, cutie?"

Those eyes fix on yours. You think you could melt into a pile of goo when you're looking into them. That familiar fuzz from before intensifies, concentrating in your chest rather than your brain. Loving Amber can feel like radio static, like you have no words to say except for her name over and over. Your similes aren't even making any sense.

"Positive," you say, popping the 'p'. You grin when that makes her smile.

You wish sometimes that she could take the compliment as well as she dishes them out to you. You wish she'd see herself the way you do. Not as some tough protector whose only merit is to save you, but as Amber. Pure and simple. You wish she knew how cute and sweet she is in the simple moments, that she doesn't have to try so hard to keep your eyes on her. Maybe when you were sober enough to string those words and complicated feelings together.

When she's all done with wiping you off, and satisfied that your clothes won't stain or stink of alcohol, Amber helps you off of the counter. You let her pull you flush against her front, a sigh escaping your lips at the feel of her body holding yours. She smells good. And her chest is soft against yours. With the amount of shots coursing through your body, it's tempting to rest against her. Amber is your favourite pillow, be that in the afterglow after a satisfying hook up or in the peace of her cuddles.

"I wasn't pulling you into a hug, baby," she says, "I was trying to get you to the hand dryer."

"Oh." Amber's too comfortable for her own good. You squeeze her tight before letting go, just cause you can. "Yeah, I knew that."

Standing under the heat of the hand dryer, your girlfriend supporting your weight, you wonder what this night would've been like without her. You wouldn't have been as comfortable on the dance floor, you wouldn't have let yourself drink this much. You get playfully annoyed at her for it, but Amber's protectiveness is why you let yourself get so sloppy. Amber is the reason you can let go. You trust her.

You wonder if she trusts you too. She should. You'd do anything for her.

"I get to think you're cute if you think I'm cute." And-" a hiccup, "I get to take care of you if you take care of me."

Amber laughs. She thinks this is some random drunken thought. "What are you-"

"No, shhhh." Your finger comes up and presses against those full lips that you adore kissing. "Let me love you. Let me say this."

Amber sighs. "Alright, baby. Whatever you want." Her hand goes to your hip, thumb going to rub slow circles as she waits for your words.

You want to tell her that she doesn't have to tell strangers to back off because your eyes are only ever on her. You want to say that she can let go and have fun too, because you've got her back. That you cherish her. That she doesn't have to be tough all the time, not around you at least.

The hand dryer stops. You pat the once-wet spot on your clothes, satisfied at the dry feeling after Amber's efforts. When you look up, the words that were going to escape your mouth stop. She's so close, her eyes focused on you as she tucks a wayward strand behind your ear, finger grazing your skin so lightly. Amber takes such good care of you without even needing to be asked.

So you smile, and instead you say "thank you, Ams" and "I'll take care of you too, when you need me."

"I already knew that, baby."

Amber lays a kiss on your lips and it tastes better than any alcohol.

[praisethegabs]

HOT

pairing: leon kennedy x reader synopsis: you and leon decide to drink in a bar once the guy you both investigate doesn't show up. the thing is, he's really hot and attractive and gets all the attention. the problem? well, leon doesn't like it when you flirt with someone else. warnings: pure smut, p in v, rough sex, leon being very jealousy and kinky. MINORS DNI! author's note: I wrote this one with id!leon because it fits better, vaguely based on hot by avril lavigne because it came first in my mind when i read the request. whoever you are, anon, i hope you enjoy it! word count: 3060k

The entire bar was having fun.

All the people inside it were busy minding their own lives, drinking with their friends, their loved ones or just drinking alone, enjoying their own company. This bar, in particular, had some red neon lights inside, live music, and a nice decoration. Despite all the happiness and the music around and the loud conversations, two people weren’t there just for fun, just to enjoy a casual Friday night.

Sitting next to you, there was the most handsome man you ever knew. And the sexiest one, too. The name of this beauty? Leon Scott Kennedy.

You and Leon were partners for a long time. He even trained you personally. Some people used to say you both have a lot of chemistry together, and sometimes, they even think he’s your boyfriend — once you hear someone say they thought Leon was your husband. Unfortunately, you are just his close friend, which you hate entirely because God knows how many times you desired this man, even dreamed about him fucking you at his desk at the agency. So, playing with masks, he’s just your friend.

But, to be honest, you aren’t behind him when the subject is beauty.

You’re used to having people eating you with their eyes like you’re some kind of meat. In terms of beauty, everyone says you look beautiful as well as Leon is, that’s why everybody says you both look like a couple from a Hollywood film, which is very funny, because everyone sees it, except for him. The other funny thing is that Leon is so awkward around people that it’s cute because only you know how uncomfortable he might get when it comes to talking to another woman.

But why the hell aren’t you guys enjoying this Friday night like everyone else inside the bar?

The answer is very simple. Because you two aren’t just normal people. You both were there for a job, and apparently, the person you guys are investigating decided not to show up and, apparently, too, frustrate your plans. You have both been working for months, and this was the perfect opportunity to finally get to him. You were stressed, tired, and angry, and your face wasn’t very friendly at the moment.

“I think we should enjoy the night. We already know that asshole won’t show up” you hear Leon say, his voice very smooth and sexy, just like him.

“We’re working,” you said to him, very annoyed, your fingernails tapping the table with rage, a clear sign of yours that you were very angry at the moment.

“Not anymore. He didn’t come, and we have all night. We can start working at seven tomorrow morning” Leon teases you, that smirk on his lips that in a daily basis makes you go feral, but not at the moment.

“I’m not compromising my mission just because you want to get drunk, Kennedy” Your voice sounds sharper than your intention, but he didn’t seem to care about your annoyance. He knows you.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart. Don’t be a pain in my ass, I’m gently asking you to join me on this lovely Friday night and have fun with me” Leon smirks again, his devilish smile that makes you feel things you don’t want to. The same smile that locks your eyes on his lips and makes you imagine very naughty things.

“One drink only” you sighed to him, rolling your eyes. He smiles victoriously and decides to order two drinks for you guys. After he ordered your beverage, he just leaned comfortably on the chair and smirked at you again, one hand in his lap and the other on the table. “What now?”

“You look deadly beautiful when you’re angry like this” he teases you. You roll your eyes again, which makes him smile more. He knows how to push you to your limits. He knows how to leave you on the edge. "It's very sexy, y'know?"

Before you say anything, the waiter finally delivered your drinks, which you take one shot, feeling the taste in your throat, squeezing your eyes immediately.

"Yeah, I know," you said to him, avoiding his gaze. For some reason, you are very uncomfortable, and Leon probably knows it because he's responsible for making you feel this way.

Looking around, you can notice how everyone in the bar seems to be instantly attracted by him, which makes you feel very angry. You start to think what the hell all these people think they are? Leon is your partner. He's with you, not with them, right? They don't need to put their eyes on him, because Leon belongs to you and you only.

But then, you have to remind yourself that he's just your friend. He's nothing more than this, and you'll have to accept that. If he decides to be with someone else that isn't you, well, you won't be able to change that. You look at him again, drinking another shot from the alcohol inside your glass, his eyes shining strangely at you, like he's planning something. And let's be honest here, you hate how unpredictable he can be sometimes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask him, still noticing how people around were looking at him. This time, you were starting to get angry again. Not even all the alcohol in the world would change that.

"Like what, sweetheart?" Leon smirks one more time, still teasing you, like he always does. You were starting to swear to God you would kill him.

"Like you want something," your eyes lock on his, and you wished you could burn him for looking at you that way.

"Maybe I do want something from you" he said very slowly, leaning closer to your face as he speaks, and in response, you do the same, feeling the smell of his cologne penetrate your nose and making your body shiver.

And when he noticed that, he just smiled largely, like this is a game you both were playing to see who can go insane first and to see how it would end. Sure, you both have been doing this for a very long time, but something says to you that this time, things will end differently than usual, and, honestly, you want to see it. You want to see you both burning with pleasure, moaning to each other like like there's no tomorrow.

But then, you noticed again how people were looking at him and this time, you decide to end this once and for all. Besides, it's Friday, and you can get drunk and do whatever you want without even care about the consequences. So, with full determination, you take another shot from your drink, squeeze your eyes and decides to end all this jealous you're feeling. He's just your slutty handsome partner and friend. Nothing more.

"I think it's funny how everyone here seems to be eating you alive." you look at him, your expression a little bit serious, but very provocative. He wants to play with you, but you'll be the one to throw the cards.

Leon smirks again, but he doesn't need to look around to know what you're talking about. He knows everyone is looking at him, and he certainly knows why they can't get their eyes off of him. Plus, he knows the effect that it has on you and how much you hate seeing him receiving so much attention.

"Just ignore it, sweetheart. You know I only have eyes for you, " he smirks again, playful. You know what he's trying to do, and just to play along, you removed your high heels, then reach his leg with your feet under the table, slowly going up on him until you reach his cock, which makes him blush.

"Oh, honey, you weren't expecting that, do you?" You ask him very smoothly and sensual, smiling very teasingly, like he was doing to you. "Do you think you're the only one around who's gonna receive attention?"

Saying that, you put your high heels on again then you get up, finish your drink, and go to dance alone on the dance floor. Your red and tight dress shines with all the lights around the place as you dance with different persons. There's a guy holding your waist as he pulls you closer to him, and in the middle of all this, your eyes find Leon as he watches you with a surprised look. You know exactly how to provoke him, and you know it's working. His expression slowly starts to change, and he stands up, going straight a blonde woman next to him.

You can say he's flirting with her. He's smiling and whispering closer to her ear, which makes your entire body go feral, as she seems to be enjoying this piece of God's work of art all by herself. And, for some other unknown reason you can't explain, you decide to make him pay double for it. Walking straight to him in a sensual way, you sat on his lap, your arms around his neck.

"Oh, darling, I found you! I was looking for you everywhere!" you said to him, with a devilish smile on your lips, your dress so tight that you can feel him getting bigger inside his pants. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. My husband loves to talk with other people when I'm not around. He's very beautiful, don't you think?" you said to the girl, which made her entire face blush.

"What the hell are you doing?" You feel Leon hold your waist very tight, his grip getting more intense, which made you smile even more.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm not the jealous type, I'd love to meet your new friend," you wink at him, as the girl excuses herself before she leaves you both alone. Leon looks at you like he's about to end your life right here and right now, and this makes you smile even more.

"Why are you behaving like that?" He asks you very annoyed, his voice sharper, as you stand up again, adjusting your dress, still smiling very devilish.

"Because we're in public, I know I'm very hot and attractive, and because... sweetheart... it's not just you who's receiving attention" you said closer to his ear, biting his earlobe to make him go insane.

"Do you want attention, honey?" Leon stands up, getting closer to you, as you feel his breath on your face. Instantly, your heart starts to beat faster inside your chest. "Then I'll give you full attention"

Saying that, Leon drives you back to the hotel where you both were staying, pretending to be a happy married couple in a nice honeymoon. Once you reach your room, Leon drops you on your bed without gentleness, he took off your dress without asking permission, throwing it away, then he removed his belt, using it to tie your hands on the bed. Now you were naked, tied and your pussy were all wet.

"Oh you have no idea how much I wanted to do this with you" he said, his hands circling your nipples as he sees you twitching for him. "Such a desperate slut for me, huh? You're so wet and I haven't done anything... yet"

You were opening your mouth to say something, but instead, he shut you with his hand, forcing you to keep quiet, as his other hand finally reaches your wet pussy, circling your clit slowly, making you suffer.

"I'm gonna make you pay for dancing with that man, for letting him touch you" he says, circling your clit slowly, as you start to moan, your mouth muffled by his hand. "And I'm gonna make you scream my name"

You were so screwed and you knew that. You knew Leon was a kinky son of a bitch, and you knew he was going to make you beg to let you cum. You knew he was going to deny every orgasm of yours. You pushed him to his edge and now you were going to pay the price for it.

"Look at you... such a beautiful slut. So wet for me..." he says, before he starts to lick your nipple, still using his free hand to muffle you. "This is what you get when you misbehave"

Your pussy was starting to ache, your body desperate for his touch, to feel his cock inside you, to cum all over him. You were so desperate for him, you wanted to beg, you wanted to feel him. But he needed to teach you a lesson first.

"Spread this legs for me" he orders, his fingers now inside you as you obey his command, spreading your legs. "Such a obedient slave... maybe I should reward you. Stay still"

He then returned with ropes, using them to tie your legs, to make sure you wouldn't move again or close them. Now you were twitching your body, you couldn't handle this pleasure anymore, you wanted so badly to cum, you wanted so badly to feel him inside, to eat you like a dessert. Jesus, you wanted so badly to be fucked by him.

"Please Leon... I'll behave, I promise" you said to him, your body twitching as you feel your pussy aching with excitement, you could feel yourself all wet.

"You had your chance, sweetheart" he said, crawling over you, his tongue licking your clit, making you moan louder with his touch, as he holds your legs against his face, not letting you move.

"O-oh G-God..." you moan louder again, your body twitching more with his tongue licking you with intensity. You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm and, unfortunately, he knew that too, which why he stopped, a mischievous smile on his lips as he licks it, feeling yourself.

"You'll have your orgasm when I say so" he said, unzipping his pants. He removed his belt from your hands, then he pulls your closer. "Get on all fours for me"

You turned around, but the ropes on your ankles made it difficult at first. Then, he stayed right in front of you, pushing your hair to make sure you were looking straight at him.

"Open this pretty mouth of yours for me" he ordered and you did so. He then puts his cock inside your mouth, making you suck him so deeper that your eyes were tearing up. "Didn't you wanted to taste me?"

You nod, still sucking his cock deeper in your throat. You were so wet, your pussy were aching more as he fucks your mouth, and moans louder. He removes himself off of you, using his finger to make you suck it for him.

"Beg for me" he says, making you suck his finger as he starts to masturbate himself, watching you suck his finger like a slut.

"Please, Leon... let me have your cock, please" you beg to him, your eyes locked on his, as you kept sucking his finger. He smiles, masturbating himself and moaning, denying the only thing you want so badly.

Leon stops touching himself and then goes behind you, his dick entering your pussy without gentleness, his hips against yours with violence as you hold tight the sheets and moans louder. Your pussy were aching with him fucking you hard and deeper, pushing your hair tight, his hips reaching your ass harder.

"Good girl" he moans again, fucking you harder.

"I-I can't... I can't hold anymore" you moan to him, feeling your orgasm closer as he keeps fucking you harder and harder.

"Yes, you can. If you dare cum on me without my consent, you'll be punished" he says very serious to you, still going deeper and faster, not even caring to hold back.

You bite your lower lip, squeezing your eyes as you feel him getting faster and harder on you. It is so much pain mixed with pleasure that all you think about is scream his name, to beg for him to let you go. This feeling he was giving you was far more different than you ever could imagine. Sure, you imagined him banging you on his desk, on his bed, dinner table, even in his bathroom, but what he was doing to you... well, it was something else.

"S-shit" he moans louder, fucking you harder, as you feel him releasing his cum on your ass. But even after he had his orgasm, he wouldn't stop right now. "Someone's need to be pleased, don't you think?"

"Y-yes, please" you beg for him, catching your breath as you feel his fingers on you again, circling your clit, then another one fucking you.

"Too bad I don't have toys with me... you would be begging even more" he whispers closer to your ear as he keeps masturbating you. "Scream my name, sweetheart, I know that you want to"

"Leon, please" you beg him, your legs starting to tremble as you feel your orgasm getting closer for the third time after he denied the others.

"Scream my name" he orders, threatening to stop masturbating you, his fingers moving slowly.

"LEON, PLEASE!" you scream to him, which makes him smile and finally moving faster, until you finally had your orgasm. Your entire body started to tremble, your legs almost failing you as you moan louder, a warm feeling growing inside you.

"Good girl" he smiles satisfied, releasing your ankles from the ropes, then pulling you closer to cuddle with him. Your body were all sweaty and the feeling of his cock on your ass made your body shiver.

And then, he just kissed you, removing your sweaty hair off of your face, his strong arms involving you in a warm hug as his body warms yours in a perfect synchronization, like he was perfectly made for you, and you for him.

"Did it hurt?" He asks very gently to you, still holding you tight on his arms, his breath steady and slowly reaching your neck, making you shiver again.

"No. To be honest, I really enjoyed it" you smile at him, cuddling with his body, relaxing your tensed muscles. "It was better than I thought"

"I'm glad you enjoyed..." he says, letting you down on him, as he watches you very closely, his breath reaching your face. "Because next time you tease me like that, I won't have mercy on you"

[starboye]

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

summary: rafe taking care of a drunk you at a party and you thank him for his actions in a sexy way

warnings: smut, oral sex, lil angst, degrading, lil fluff, and something else idk though + a whole lot of cringe writing

a/n: this is the first ever story i wrote and posted on tumblr i found so dont judge me

word count: 2.4k

"Do we seriously have go to this party Rafe" you say as he gets out of the Uber along with other friends. "Yes y/n Topper invited me and if I have to deal with this then so do you" Rafe says as he begins to walk towards the house party while tugging you along. As you approach the house Topper comes out of the house and greets all of you.

"Hey guys, welcome to the party" he says as he slightly slurs his words probably due to the alcohol. "Make sure to have some fun" he also says as he motions you all into the house, as you enter the house the sound of music becomes louder and louder with the smell of alcohol overwhelming everyone's senses.

"I hate this already" you says as he begins to walk towards the kitchen for the drinks as rafe follows close behind, while everyone else in the group goes their separate ways. You enter the kitchen and make two shots of vodka for yourself and Rafe.

Let's try not to get hella drunk tonight okay" Rafe says as he takes the shot. "We'll see" you say as you take the shot, visibly wincing at the taste. As you start to feel the effects of the drink Rafe drags you to the living room to dance. He grabs you by the waist and begins to dance with you, but you push him off. "What's wrong y/n" Rafe says as he backs up a little, "Our friends are right there" you say as you look around nervously, not wanting anyone to find out you're dating rafe cameron.

"C'mon baby it's not like anyone is gonna care what we do" Rafe says as he slowly makes his way back to holding you. "And plus I want everyone in this party to know who you belong to" he says as he whispers in your ear and squeezes your ass.

You jolt at the feeling and run to the kitchen to get another drink, you pour yourself two shots and take one but as you're about to take the second one you hear a voice "y'know you probably shouldn't be taking that many shots" the voice says, you turn around and lough and behold it's Topper.

"And who are you to tell me how many shots I can take Topper" you say as you look up at the obviously drunk man. "I mean I wouldn't want some guy taking advantage of a sweet little thing like you" Topper says as he moves closer to you

"Thanks but I think I'll be fine on my own" you say as you make another drink, "Really... you here with anyone special tonight" the man says as he slides your drink away from you. "Nope just some friends" you say as you slide your drink back to you while looking visibly annoyed. "Well do you think your friends would mind if me and you went to our own room" Topper says as he begins to lick his lips and undress you with his eyes. "No I think I'm good" you say as you try and get up due to feeling uneasy. "C'mon don't act like that" the drunken boy says as he grabs your arm and doesn't let go. You try and wiggle out of his grip but it tightens, "Let go of me you fucking weirdo" you say as you try and yank your arm away but you can't break Topper's grip.

Rafe takes notice of this and runs to your aid. "Hey let go of him!" Rafe yells as he punches Topper in the face. "What the fuck dude I was just flirting with him" Topper yells as he holds his bruising face and begins to stand up. "Are you guys banging or something" Topper says with a smile on his face, as he says this rafe is about to punch him but you stop him. "Rafe just let it go" you say slightly drunk but still conscious.

Your friends run over to check on you. "What happened" one of them ask, "Nothing just a little dispute" Rafe says as he holds you up from your drunkenness. "Is y/n okay" another friend ask. "Yeah I'm fine just a little tired" you say as you slut some words, "We should probably go then" the friends say. "No no no you guys stay and have fun I just need to lay down" you say as you lean more on rafes shoulder for support.

Don't worry I can take care of him" rafe says as he looks down at you with caring eyes. "Yeah I think there's a empty room upstairs" your friend suggests. "Okay then you guys go have a good time I got y/n" rafe says as he helps you up the stairs. He searches for an empty room but along the way walks in on some couples 'having fun' until he finally finds an empty room.

He walks in and lays you on the bed as you lie awake but drunk and slightly tired. "Thanks for carrying me up the stairs" you say to the caring and courageous man. "It was no problem Topper was just being a major dick to you" he angrily says as he lays next to you in the bed, you roll over to look at rafe, staring into his light blue eyes and admiring his soft skin and hands. "Just saying what you did was really hot, you were like my knight in shining armor" you say as you scoot closer to rafe.

"Oh really now? It was hot you say" rafe says as he looks you up and down liking his lips, "How hot?" Rafe asks as he grabs you by the hips and drags you on top of him, both of your knees straddling his lap. "This hot" you say as you lean down and kiss rafe passionately, "You wanna show me that is more detail" rafe asks as his hands make their way to your ass, squeezing and gripping it roughly.

As you're kissing rafe you almost fall but rafe catches you, "Don't worry baby I got you" he says as he brings you back to your original position now moving his hands to your hips for stability as you move your hands to his chest, slightly squeezing them along the way. You both then pull back for an air break, "Wanna take this a little further" rafe says while breathing heavily as he tugs at your shirt. "Always" you say as you quickly take off your shirt and pants, now being left in only your underwear, and rafe follows suit, now being left in his boxers.

Rafe admires your body in shock, sliding his hands up and down your chest all the way back down to your ass, "You're so hot baby,I just can't resist you" he says as he leans up to kiss you again. You lean into the kiss as you push rafe into the bed, then moving to his neck as you leave hickeys up and down it, as you do this you hear his breathy moans signaling for more. "You're so beautiful rafe, do you know that" you say as you lift from your attack on his neck

You're more beautiful y/n" he says as he grabs your hips and grinds your ass on his growing boner making you moan out. "You like that don't you babe" he says in a seductive voice as he continues to admire your body. "Yes daddy" you say unknowingly, making rafe stop abruptly which makes you whine out "rafeee why did you stop" you ask. "Did you just call me daddy" rafe ask as he looks up at you with hornyness in his eyes, I comes back to you that you called him daddy, "What, you like being called daddy" you say seductively to him, making him grind your ass on his clothes dick harder.

You want my dick?" rafe asks you as he moves to groping your ass again. "Yes please" you whine as you paw at rafes underwear, wanting it off immediately. Rafe then looks up at you as he removes his underwear, signaling you to remove yours leaving you both now completely in the nude.

You then slowly grab rafes dick and admire it and then you begin pumping it up and down, which slightly draws moans out of rafe. "Faster" rafe brokenly says, making you pick up the pace now jerking rafe off at a fast pace making him break out into moans. Rafe now thrusting into your palm for more friction, desperately wanting to cum. "M'gonna cum" rafe moans out so signaling you too remove your hand just before he bursts. "Y/nnn" rafe whines out "what was that for" he says as he lifts up.

For the main event" you say as you straddle his lap again, now with your ass right against his rock hard dick. "You ready?" you say as you guide his dick to your hole, as he nods you sink onto his dick, drawing a loud moan out the both of you which is luckily covered up by the loud music. "Oh fuckkkk y/n you feel so good" rafe yells out, feeling you up and down as you ride him "you feel even better daddy" you whine to him. Saying this releases some animal inside rafe, making him flip you over onto your back with him on top, "Call me that again" rafe orders, "Daddy you feel so good deep in me" you say confidently making him grip your hips roughly and pound into you at an animalistic pace. You begin moaning out loudly, resulting in rafe taking his boxers and shoving them into your mouth to shut you up.

"Harder" you muffledly say through the boxers, "You want me to pound this hole harder slut" rafe says in a low but commanding tone, "mhmm" you moan. After you say this rafe begins to assault your hole harshly making you moan messily "Oh yeahhh baby let me hear those sweet moans you can make" rafe says as he leaves some hickeys on your neck. "Who's little slut are you y/n" rafe says seductively as he takes the gag put of your mouth, "you daddy, only yours" you moan.

That's right and who will be the only one filling this hole" rafe says as he wraps his hands around your neck. "You daddy, your the only one that can fuck me right" you moan and whine out as you try and stay sane from the constant fucking. "I'm gonna cum baby where do you want it" rafe asks as his thrusts into you become more and more sloppy. "In me, I want it deep in my hole rafe" you cry out, "ask and you shall receive" rafe lowly says as he picks up the pace even more and begins fucking your hole numb. After a short while rafe yells out "Here I comes y/n" as he floods your hole with cum as you both moan loudly and you cum just shortly after.

You both plop back on the bed, rafe then pulls out of your hole, leaving the cum to drip out of your fucked body. You both lay there tired out, still drunk,and covered in sweat, "that was really fun" I say as I drift off to sleep, "yeah that really was" rafe says as he breaths heavily. Rafe looks over to you and sees that you feel asleep "oh shit" rafe whispers to himself as he gets up and puts his clothes before sneaking out the room to the bathroom. Rafe sneaks into the bathroom and grabs a rag and a bowl of water before then running back to the room, there he admires your sleeping body as he wipes the sweat, cum, and other bodily fluids while stealing a few touches here and there. After he finishes wiping you off he puts your clothes back on, making sure to be very thoughtful of your slumbering body before picking you up bridal style and carrying you out of the room.

As rafe makes it downstairs your friends approach him, "Is y/n okay" one friend asks. "Yeah he's fine just a little worn out" rafe says as a grin spreads across his face "We're just gonna uber home" rafe continues as he adjusts grip on you. "Okay I'll call one for you" another friends speaks as they pull their phone out and orders the car. After a few minutes of waiting the Uber pulls up to the house and rafe walks to the car, as he opens the door he slides you in lightly before getting in the car himself. "Hey bro can you make sure to drive slow, i don't wanna wake my boyfriend" rafe asks the driver nicely as the driver agrees to his request. After about half an hour you arrive at rafes house, when the driver pulls up to estate rafe carefully carries you out the car before he turns and enters the house, he walks up the stairs quietly as not to alert the other sleeping occupants of the home.

As he makes it to his room he lays you down on the bed trying not to wake you up but you subsequently wake up not knowing where you are, "Rafe?" you call out "I'm right here babe" rafe reassures you as he caresses your back lightly. "What happened" you say groggily as you rub your eyes to fix your blurry vision, "You fell asleep at the party" rafe says lightly "Ohhh yeahhh the party that was fun, especially our fun" you say as you smirk while reminisce on the passion fueled time "You can say that again" rafe chirps as he chuckles at the comment, "But I think its time we go to bed" rafe says as he lays down with a long sigh, now comfortable in his own bedroom while he pulls you closer to him. "Hey rafe" you lightly speak "yeah y/n" rafe answers back, "thanks for the great time tonight" you say as you turn around and kiss him passionately before turning back over and drifting to sleep while tightly wrapped in his arms, "you're welcome love" rafe says as he falls asleep while nestled in the nook of your neck.

[ghysry]

Don't feel compelled to write this if you don't want to!, but I think it would be pretty cool to see TUA siblings interacting with reader in the six years without powers they can be with them since the first apocalypse and they become like family, reader can be one of the other 43 children with powers! Doesn't have to be with any specific character but I will admit Five is my favorite and they did my boy wrong in season 4

*Does a soldier salute pose* Five is my favorite too. I get you, Anon.

Oneshot! Tags: Reader x Five, Reader x Five Hargreeves, Comfort/..., I'm feeling evil today...

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"I think this is better."

There's a reason why humans are off balance when one of their senses suddenly stops working - like the blind, or the deaf. Imagine living in a world where you can't see after years of being used to it, or living in a world where all you can do is read lips instead of hearing the sound of music. We hold our senses very close to us like organs ; because they are.

Which is why it took you an embarrassingly long time to get used to the fact that you no longer had the ability to control the state of matter. You know - the basics. Gas to liquid, liquid to solid, solid to gas, human to vapor, atom to extremely dense gas. It served you the most purpose, you were deemed the most powerful out of all the siblings, well, that is to account for the fact that you were never adopted by Reginald Hargreeves.

Ah..hm, let's take a detour down memory lane for how this happened.

"Fascinating..truly fascinating. How much would you like for them?" Reginald Hargreeves peered down onto the basket containing a blanket wrapped neatly around the quiet infant, their eyes closed and their small chest rising and falling with each breath. "I'm not going to sell my child to you, you creep!" Your mother, a fighter during her first weeks with her only child, kicks Reginald Hargreeves right in his no-longer-child-giving nuts, which causes him to double down and cough much later than a normal person usually would.

Alright, now that you know how you weren't adopted, back to the present!

Nowadays you work alongside your life time partner, or should you say, husband. Both in the CIA, both crowned as the youngest officers of peace within this barely secret government. Which leads you to here - you, in your usual spot on the couch, laying down with a groan as your back hurts, and then groaning even more when this man child--your man child--flops onto you with a groan coming out of his mouth himself.

"Augh you're going to crush me!" You tilt your head back, trying to get into a comfortable position as this big cat can't help but cling tightly onto you, even going as far as grumbling out nonsense on how he's not that heavy, and you're just too weak to stand his superiority, to which you rub at his nape and feel his throat rumble with a purr.

"You are so lucky I love you. Or else I'd tease you about the whole purring thing," Though you belittle him about his weird capabilities, you keep on scratching at his nape, then behind his ear, feeling the vibration on your chest. "Shut up.." he finally answers, leaning his head into your hand, a look of satisfaction crossing his eyes when you massage his back. He's way too old for this job, and so are you.

Five wraps his arms around you, tired eyes looking into yours, and before you could laugh at his face he's already digging it into your chest, inhaling your scent and complaining about his boss (which was also your boss) being stupid because he wanted Five to work on something more significant, rather than analyzing a group of insane geeks sitting around in a cult-support system whatever the matter.

To be fair, a lot of them have a point.

Five gulps when he lifts his head back up and stares at you, into your eyes, deeper into your soul. Years and years of fighting, bickering, war, the feeling of dying and being remade, the feeling of having to fight for your life against yourself, seeing your siblings, your only family, die right in front of your eyes without being able to do anything about it..he finally achieved peace. Peace with you.

"I love-"

"Five?" Your hand comes to ruffle his hair, eyes staring at the ceiling, feeling grateful for your sentient weighted blanket. "..hm?" He responds, arms tightening around your waist to the point where you feel like you can't breathe. Chuckling at this, you close your eyes, plunging the world into a deep darkness you've seen thousands, maybe even millions of times.

it's time to wake up.

Five shoots out of his bed, cold sweat beading down his face, his head hurting like someone had narrowly missed burrowing a bullet into it, one hand clutching the blanket he lulls himself to sleep into, the other trying to clench around a hand he knows isn't there.

"Fuck." He falls back down into his bed, which spells an awful lot like marigold, hands coming up to rub at his face and wake him. The familiar venomous feeling in his chest seems to encapsulate him when he blinks, your face is there every time he moves, his heart beats of you, yet the universe doesn't even know who you are.

Oh yes. You were never supposed to be here, were you?

[starrystevie]

it's 2004 when steve finds himself back in hawkins for the first time since he moved away for good. he has a master's degree under his belt, a mortgage on a house outside of st. louis with a dog and picket fence, and a rockstar that wormed his way into his heart next to him in bed every night. he's closer to 50 than he is to 20 and life feels good, life feels settled, figured out in a way he never thought he'd get to see.

"you gonna tell me why you're shakin' like a leaf?"

but sitting across from wayne munson and his sharp gaze is enough to make him feel like a teenager again.

steve takes a sip from his glass of water before setting it down on the end table next to him and watches the way wayne's finger taps against the side of his coffee cup. it's like he's keeping rhythm with something that steve can't hear, like a drum beat in his head that proves that he's the reason eddie has musical talent.

"i'm fine," he responds back to wayne, a stilted smile crossing his face. wayne's gaze deepens like he he doesn't believe him. "i'm fine!"

there's a clock ticking somewhere in the living room and the faucet in the kitchen is dripping quietly and it makes the silence that falls between them even more deafening. steve takes in a deep breath and nods absently as he rubs his palms over his denim clad knees.

"is he in trouble?" wayne asks in a gruff voice, low and to the point. steve shakes his head immediately, stutters out something that sounds like no, and wayne looks at him with his eyebrows pinched together. "are you in trouble?"

"no, it's not-" steve stands up and paces out some of his nerves, hands shoved into his pockets so that he stops waving them around. he sighs and looks back at wayne. "it's nothing bad."

"if it ain't bad, then just say it."

steve groans and runs his hands through his hair. it's harder to do this than he thought it would be, quite possibly the hardest thing he's done in years and that's including having to admit to eddie that he does indeed like the stupid beard he grew as a dare from jeff. wayne is still staring at him with a determined look, like he won't let steve get away with any of his usual charming bullshit, and looks so much like eddie that it makes something in his heart explode.

"fine! i'm asking eddie to marry me and i need your permission or something. happy old man?" he finally says, or well, shouts. it's too loud in the quiet house and he can see wayne wince from the decibel he reaches but it's out. it's off his chest and he's finally said it.

and wayne is smiling.

seeing him smile is strange, not because he doesn't look good with a smile, but because it's not often that steve gets to bear witness to it. it starts off slow, clipped at the edges before it spreads to his cheeks and crinkles his eyes. steve's breathing hard when wayne stands up and wraps his hands around the tops of his shoulders. he can feel himself shaking under wayne's grip and from this close, he can see the tears that he knows wayne is fighting against.

"it's about damn time, boy. took you two long enough to pull your heads outta your backsides."

getting hugged by wayne is almost weirder than seeing him smile. it's short, to the point, with pats on backs and chuckles that break loose from steve's too tight chest. part of him wishes eddie were here to let him be a part of the moment, but it would ruin the surprise he's so carefully planned, so he revels in the rare time between just the two of them.

"had to wait for somewhere to allow it first, wayne," steve mutters as they pull apart and he feels hope unfurl somewhere within him when he says it.

"well, alright, i guess you're off that hook then. but y'know," wayne's sitting back down in his arm chair and steve does the same, matching grins plastered on their faces. "you don't need my permission. that boy is crazy over you and if you think you ain't a part of this family already, then you're crazier than he is."

steve looks around at the pictures on the shelf behind wayne's head. sees young eddie and wayne with arms around each other, sees a makeshift graduation picture, an out of focus one of the two of them outside their house in missouri, one of all three of them around the chritmas tree in '99 when they had wayne come down to see them, and he thinks, yeah. they're already a family. at least now it'll be paper official.

[jakesangel]

jake comforting you because of thunders -requested

dating jake while having some sort of fear mean having unconditional comfort and love coming from him. every time he hears thunder or heaving pouring, he will always text you making sure that you are okay telling you to stay on your bed listening to music loud enough to not hear the storm. he will never let you on your own knowing that you aren't okay and he would always do his best to be there for you.

so if he is free when the storm happens, he will come over to you as fast as possible,not wanting to leave you too munch alone, w items he knows will soothe you down. he'll bring your fav snacks, his laptop, his headphones and some of his clothes he was wearing a day ago. he knows that you're listening music just like he asked you so he knows that ringing or knowing at your door is useless. that's why he had asked your keys in the past, only using it for emergencies.

finding you on the bed, just like he told you to be, he would come in front of the bed, hands waving, him facing you as u couldn't hear him. you'd try to remove your own headphones, to greet him, but he wouldn't let you, knowing the thunder sound is a huge trigger. he'd come join you in the bed, wrapping his body to yours and stroke your body softly, specially in the places he knows you'd scratch out of fear, loving them and you. he would stay close to you, until it quiets down or until you fall asleep in his arms.

when it does quiet down, enough for him to leave your bed, he would prepare his infamous ramen along your fav snacks. he would then prepare the living room, w blankets n the food he just made, bringing his laptop and his headphones. he would come back, sitting on your bed and he'd take your headphones off. my baby, come here, he says, sitting you up, you're all okay, my pretty girl, he would then add, kissing your temple, keeping you close to him. i've made you food, let's go ?

he will place you on the sofa under the blankets before going to go kitchen getting the ramen and the snacks. but he wouldn't forget to put your comfort show n make you wear his better quality headphones. he'd eat faster than you so he can free his hands from his bowl, taking you in his arms he'd even trap you under his top leg, his two arms around your body, trying to not bothering you from eating tho. he wouldn't pay attention to the movie, but more to you, kissing you or hugging you tighter, trying to make you forget about the environment surrounding you.

if luckily, the storms stops, he will stay as affectionate as he was, finally giving you his clothes to wear after you'd take a shower. but if it doesn't, he'll help you with it. he would run you a bath,if you do have one, n help you w taking off your clothes, music loudly beating on the speaker. he would keep his clothes on, only wanting to take care of you. he would give you the softest hair massage, while humming along the song. he would also worship-kiss your face, telling you soft n comforting words my pretty baby, i'm all here you don't need to be scared or pretty pretty angel, the world is too harsh for you, words laced w nothing but adoration for you.

once done, he would patiently wait, for you to wear your his clothes, in the bathroom w you to help you w your night routine. he will keep telling you sweet words and kissing you, while putting on your face cream or helping you brush your teeth. he wouldn't stop being all over you and doing things for you until you would fall asleep, so your mind can turn off, ur anxiety too.

he will feel like his duties will be accomplished, once you've peacefully fallen asleep in his arms, he'd smile to himself seeing you so prettily sleeping, kissing you alseep.

notes : hai anon, here is yours request done earlier than expected ᵎ i truly hope it was better than what u imagined n i truly wish you find a jake to take care of you that way >< i tried to add the scratch part, i hope it's alright ᵎ please lemme kno what you think in the inbox <3

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