#she didn’t talk to any of the staff much; she always seemed really overstimulated and just didn’t want to be here

[brattybottombunny]

my heart is swelling with queer joy 🥹

[angelamajiki]

Damn that Bully Dabi and Hawks fic was an amazing read! I love it when you write them full on bastard mode!

Pro Hero Bakugou sexually harassing his weak quirkless secretary who does her very best at her job. She's good at it but Bakugou always looks mad (read: sexually frustrated). High on success after a good rescue, he wants to celebrate....

OR

Cop Bakugou sees a pretty little thing outside a club. She looks sus so he decides she needs a pat down. Maybe he'll plant something to blackmail her into doing certain favors. Very bully, very bastard Bakugou.

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Bakugou x Secretary! Quirkless! AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, dirty talk, choking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scumbage bakugou, use of the word rape, quirkless reader, size difference, age gap, death threats, sexual harrassment, bullying, mindbreak, masturbation, office sex

AN: I’ll probably write the cop Bakugo at some point too! For now, mind the tags and enjoy :)

They say to never meet your idols and in retrospect, you wished you would have listened.

Try as you might, it seemed like Mr. Dynamight was never satisfied with your work. Admittedly, you joined his agency as his office secretary based on having a crush on the pro, but you assumed his brash nature would calm down in an office setting. You did everything he asked, obediently followed his every word, which was all met with harsh glares and what you thought were dissatisfied grunts.

Surely you thought it wouldn't be about your being quirkless, but rumors were high strung in the office about the blonde’s feeling towards those without quirks. It would explain the harsh glares and judgment he passed on you despite your work effort.

The man even went as far as to ask for your personal phone number, only to leave scathing voicemails whenever you couldn't show up to work or miss out on work gatherings he put together. You couldn't help but flush at the thought of him missing your presence. Maybe you were just bad at reading his signals? Or maybe he was just hell-bent on bullying you more than the rest of the staff.

The job paid very well, so you couldn't exactly up and leave based on his behavior. However, you did notice how...handsy Mr. Dynamight has become with you. It was subtle at first, brushing shoulders in the hallways, letting his fingers ghost against yours when he handed you paperwork.

It soon escalated to always having a hand on your shoulder, holding your hips when he had to brush behind you, towering over you from behind your chair when you showed him something. You couldn't say that you weren't flattered, but his rough demeanor remained.

It started becoming uncomfortable when he made passes at you, making sure you were cornered and alone when he did.

“C’mon, am I really that fuckin’ intolerable that you can't get lunch with me, pipsqueak?”

You assumed that he was just messing with you, so you always turned him down with a flushed face and ran back to your desk, leaving him blue balled and more desperate by the day. There's no way a pro hero like him would actually be interested in someone quirkless and weak like yourself.

But that's the reason why he liked you anyway. So small, so weak, so obedient, so perfect for him to fuck up. God, if he didn't want just to rip your tiny pencil skirt to threads and spear you on his cock like no tomorrow. A pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be working. No, no, no. You should be at home, in his home in his bed with his ring on your finger. You belong to him, don't you see that?

Katsuki only ever gives you the time of day, not those other stupid bitches who crawl up his ass every morning trying to get a crumb of attention. And what do you do with his precious time? Waste it. Always whining about how you really shouldn't, that he shouldn't be seen with someone like you. As if he gives a fuck about what the media has to say.

He even checks up on you when you're not at work! Isn't he such a gentleman? Sure, he's a bit vulgar, but he's trying to show he cares. But if you want to act like a stuck-up bitch, then he’ll gladly treat you like one.

After a particularly tough fight with a villain, the blonde wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you to get some steam off his chest. It was late, but he prayed to whatever gods were out there that you were still in the office. He left you a voicemail for good measure, hoping that you would do what you always did best and stayed obedient for him.

It was locked up for the night, but he could see your office light on from the street. Perfect. Such a good girl for him. Little did he know that you stayed late quiet often.

You hadn't even seen his previous call come through; you were too busy listening to an old one with plenty of derogatory terms being spat your way. A hand shoved in your skirt, you couldn't help but finger yourself the sound of his voice calling you moronic for skipping out of work. Mr. Dynamight was your childhood crush after all, you had jerked off to plenty of interviews of him in the past. Sure, it was creepy but no one had to know. The older man was so big, so strong and handsome. You couldn't help but feel fuzzy from the voicemail, even if it was degrading you, it was for you alone.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

“Well, shit. Whadda we have here, pipsqueak?”

A rough chuckle came from behind you as he pulled your desk chair out and swiveled towards him.

“Caught ya red-handed, huh? Who knew you were such a little slut for me.”

Taking the phone from your hand, he hung it up on the receiver and took your hand out of your panties. He snatched your fingers greedily in his mouth and sucked your wetness off of him.

“You know what, I’m feeling a bit hungry. And you taste like something in the vein of what I’m tryin’ to have for dinner.”

Katsuki devoured you in a hungry kiss, lifting you out of the chair and onto your desk. He tossed aside the papers messily and spread your legs to see your slick moistening your sheer tights and panties.

“Bend over and spread that fuckin’ pretty pussy for me, pipsqueak.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough by being caught with your pants down, literally.

“That wasn't a question, that was a command, you bratty bitch. What happened to your manners?”

God did his words stir something deep inside you. Waiting was no longer a priority; catching you like this was proof enough in his mind that you were just playing hard to get.

“You should consider yourself lucky that I want you to sit on my face, you know that? I have bitches trying to get on my dick every day, but it only gets hard for you, pipsqueak.”

“I-I thought you didn't like quirkless people!”

“It's all the more reason I want to be balls deep in your cunt right now. So weak and pathetic, it's fucking cute.”

You could feel yourself tighten around nothing just at his words. He was right, you were just a pathetic plaything for him. Not hesitating any longer, he ripped off your skirt and threw it behind the both of you. Your tights also got ripped to shreds, leaving you in your blouse and panties.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he took your panties off and pocketed them. For later, he thought.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to spit on your already wet cunt before diving into his meal. Each stroke of his tongue sent fire straight to your core, each suckle of his lips drew a whimper from your mouth. Hips bucked into his mouth before he held them down, using just one hand to cover your torso. So small and petite for him, how cute would you be up against his massive form.

“M-Mr. Dynamight!”

“Heh, so fuckin’ cute. Call me Katsuki, sweet thing. Or daddy, if you're nasty like that.”

Your hips were held taught against his face, not allowing you to squirm or inch away from his searing tongue fucking your hole. He continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling away only a few times to give your pussy a nice spank. Groaning into your cunt, he stroked himself at the same time.

Humiliation had dissolved into pleasure as he serviced you, tears springing in your eyes as he gripped his head tightly with your hands and thighs. Having already masturbated before getting caught, it didn't take long for him to make you see stars and roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“K-Katsuki, I’m cumming!” You shouted, squirting onto his tongue as your body shook around his head. Your fingers threaded deeply into his hair and tugged as he continued to work his tongue into your hole, riding out your orgasm.

He didn't stop, though.

“Too much, it's too much!”

“I’ll stop when I’m finished, little girl.”

You tried to push his head away, but he gripped your wrists from under your legs and had you pinned against his mouth, shaking and screaming from overstimulation. Once he brought you another good nut, he pulled away and gave your clit a kiss, chuckling when you jumped.

Standing up, he pushed his mask up to pull his back and took his rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat on your dripping hole once again before lining up his fat head with it.

Katsuki hissed as he sank himself into your cunt, holding your hips in place as you whined and squirmed under him, still overly sensitive. God, were you gripping him in all the right ways. Your legs around his waist, your hands on his forearms, and your cunt around his cock.

“Relax, pipsqueak, or I’ll end up breaking you.” He chuckled. “But you might like that, huh?”

Seeing your teary, fucked out face while teasing you? He nearly jizzed himself on the spot. But he had to hold out for you. A choked gasp was all you could respond with as he got right in your face, breath tickling your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off to the sound of my voice. It's better in person, isn't it?”

“D-Daddy!”

Was all you could whine as his thumb made his way to your clit, drawing slow, gently circles with his roughed-up finger.

“Oi, oi, oi, did I break ya already, pipsqueak? Y’know, you coulda just asked for my cock like a good girl if you were gonna get this drunk off it.”

His hips slowly drew back, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in, earning a squeal from you.

“Or maybe you wanted me to take you by force? Show ya what the fuck happens to quirkless little girls who tease their fuckin’ man so much that he just has to come and take their little cunt to show ‘em who’s boss, eh?”

You couldn't help but tighten around him from his words, squirming under his hot breath as he started to grind his hips up into yours slowly.

“Good girl, letting daddy rape your cunt so willingly.”

Katsuki chuckled, sealing a hot kiss on your mouth while he gripped your throat. His hips began to piston in and out of your pussy, thick veins grinding against your spongy walls.

His brutal kisses swallowed your moans and tears while he squeezed your throat. His other thumb continued to swipe against your clit in fast motions, causing your to clamp down and flutter against his thick cock.

“Shoulda known you were a whore from the start, wearing those skirts that hugged ya in all the right places. Bending over and letting me touch you how I pleased, it's like you wanted this to happen.”

The pace of his thrust increased as he started to chase his orgasm, holding your throat and hips down to use you like the hole he knew you were. He growled and snarled into your mouth as he choked you, even more, watching the blood flood to your face.

“Yeah, baby, I've got your life in my hands now. If you won't be mine, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Then nobody can have you.”

“Y-Yours! I’m yours!” You managed to gasp out, gripping his forearm and digging your nails into it, hoping he’ll let you up for air

“Damn straight, now cum for me, you quirkless little bitch.”

The haziness from the lack of air and the pleasure pooling in your gut sent you over the edge a third time, making you cry out his name as you came. Katsuki was right behind you, eyes screwed shut and practically foaming at the mouth as he came deep inside you, finally letting you breathe once he finished himself off.

You sputtered and coughed, desperate to fill your lungs with air as he pushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“Ya did good, pipsqueak.”

He praised, giving your ass a spank before pulling out and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’re coming home with me, so don't worry about the mess.”

“By the way, you're fired.”

TAG LIST: @tomurasprincess @suzuki-violin-school @sightoru @alrunemara

[peonybane]

That Look

Pairing: Jackson (GOT7) x Reader

Word Count: 6.5 k

Genre: idol!verse, technically post-idol!verse, Smut... fluff if you squint.

Summary: Having a family, that was a dream you and Jackson shared. But life said this wasn’t the right time. But even so, that didn’t mean the two of you couldn’t play with the idea of starting one. Or you, know, get in some practice.

Warnings: rough sex, female receiving oral, dom!Jackson, sub!Reader, edging/orgasm denial, dirty talk, impreg kink, overstimulation, praise kink?, I think that’s it.

A/N: This is my first, what I’ll consider, hard smut. I really want to thank the platonic love of my life, @ropeseok​ for helping me develop this. Also, please look forward to her accompanying piece, That Feeling.

That Feeling by @ropeseok​ Coming Soon!

He was doing it again. He was gonna get in trouble. Your fiancé, Jackson, kept glancing at you while he was filming. You accidentally made eye contact with Jinyoung (who was sitting haphazardly next to your fiancé), looking to him pleadingly to get Jackson’s attention back to the task at hand. You didn’t want him to get in trouble again today with the PD. Today’s PD was know to have a temper and Jackson had already incurred her wrath a couple of times already. 

Jinyoung nudged his friend, getting him to focus on the host. 

Thank god.

They were preparing for a comeback, the pre-recording for one of those idol reality game shows in progress. In the week preceding comebacks and tours, you’d try using your holidays so you could spend time with Jackson and support him… especially since you won’t be seeing much of him in person otherwise. 

You could barely contain the sigh that left your lips at the thought of him returning to the apartment at 2, 3, sometimes 4 in the morning, and he’d still be asleep by the time you left for work. As much as you’d want to kiss him good morning or hear his tired, rough voice bidding you a good day at work and telling you how much he loved when he was barely conscious, you let him sleep. Knowing just how badly he’d need it. And never mind sex— it was only ever a quickie on the off chance that he’d somehow managed timing coming back to the apartment for something with when you got off from work. It worked in a pinch but it was nowhere near as satisfying as the long drawn out sessions you and Jackson usually had.

It wasn’t often, but on occasion, Jackson insisted upon taking you with him to filming locations. Today, he wanted you with so the two of you could go on a date immediately after— this being one of the few nights in the past three months he didn’t have practice. 

You watched as Jackson goofed off with BamBam as they did something the host asked. Your throat went dry for a moment as you watched the material of Jackson’s pants tighten and loosen depending on how he moved. God… why did his thighs and ass look so nice in those pants?

“Unnie?”

Sooyun grabbed your attention again. No more than four years old, she was quite a bit smaller than you’d expect for a girl her age, sitting comfortably in your lap. “Yes, Soo-ah?”

She held up her doll to you. Sooyun had somehow managed to get the doll tangled up in the dress she was putting on it. “Yunhee stuck.”

You smiled down at her, taking the doll from her. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

As you helped Sooyun with her doll and continued to play with her quietly, just sitting a little behind the rest of the filming staff, you could feel Jackson’s gaze still on you. Occasionally, you’d meet his eye. His gaze was soft and adoring… for now, at least. You were glad that he was semi-distracted right now with work: his thoughts mustn’t drift right now.

After some time, they called break, letting everyone get a drink, touch up the make up; the usual. As Jackson immediately headed for you, Sooyun’s mother, Chunhei, joined you two. “Thank you so much for doing this. I’m so sorry about this.”

Sooyun was already making grabby hands for Chunhei, obviously having missed her while she worked. “It was no problem at all. I loved spending time with her.”

Her mother picked her up, kissing her forehead. “I’m glad to hear that. I’m going to get her something to eat real quick while we’re on break.”

“Of course, Chunhei-ssi. I’ll see you soon, Sooyun-ah.”

You waved at the little girl and she waved back shyly before her mother took her to be fed. She was so freaking cute!

You jumped in surprise as a pair of familiar arms wrapped around your waist, a chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “Why are you so cute?”

You chuckled, putting your hands on top of Jackson’s, squeezing. “You sure it was me and not Sooyun you found cute?”

Jackson kissed your cheek. “Oh, you’re both so adorable.”

He nuzzled into your neck, breathing heavily against your neck. You couldn’t help but blush as his hands started rubbing at your lower belly, almost absentmindedly. “But… there is just something about you that’s impossibly beautiful when you’re being a ‘mother.’”

You didn’t trust your voice. He wasn’t touching you sexually, but it was definitely… intimate. The longer you were with Jackson, the more you wanted a family with him. Little comments like that didn’t help with that desire. 

“PG, Jackson. Remember: PG,” Mark said as he walked past the two of you, returning from his bathroom break. You blushed all the way to your ears. You had gotten used to how affectionate Jackson was. But being called out about it… hmmm, not so much.

Jackson removed his face from your neck, addressing his elder. “Don’t be like that. You’re just jealous my fiancé is here and your girlfriend isn’t.”

Mark just shot him a pointed look as the PD announced that break was over. Jackson sighed, definitely not wanting to let you go as he rested his head against yours. You gave his hands a reassuring squeeze. “It’s just a couple of more hours, Seunie. No more work for the rest of the day.”

Jackson kissed the crown of your head. “You’re right. The sooner we get done, the sooner we can get out of here.”

You smiled at him and he returned the smile before giving you one last squeeze, his body heat leaving yours for the filming area. Biting your bottom lip, your fingers traced where his hands had been, the ghost of his touch still there. 

It was times like these, even when he was just teasing, you were tempted to give in. To see about having the implant in your arm removed. To try to start a family together, even though you both had promised that that part of your lives would begin only once this hectic and stressful part was beginning to ebb. When the news of him getting married, never mind having a kid, wouldn’t have as big of an impact on your lives as when you were forced into making your relationship public.

No… that part would have to wait. 

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t fantasize. 

You turned towards the filming area when you heard your name being called. Sooyun was running towards you as quickly as she could, carrying the lunch box her mother obviously packed for her, Chunhei following behind. 

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, though. You could feel someone watching you.

As cute as Sooyun was, your attention was grabbed by the heavy and almost… predatory gaze Jackson watched you with. Your heart skipped a beat and your pussy clenched. You knew that look. 

He always looked at you with adoration. Sometimes, his gaze was hungry, especially when he was getting rough in bed. But this… this gaze meant something else. It meant that you better mentally prepare to not getting any sort of rest tonight… and not being able to leave the bed tomorrow without help. He didn’t look at you often like this… always wanting to keep that in check. He never wanted to pressure you. Never wanted to accidentally hurt you. 

But sometimes, he couldn’t help it. And you were more than willing to indulge in that one kink he always tried to keep hidden away.

So… what set him off?

He didn’t see you touching your lower stomach… did he? If he did… you knew you were in for it later. You could barely look him in the eye as he stared at you, your insides getting warm from the weight of his stare… and the anticipation.

You sat down again, Sooyun sitting in your lap as filming resumed. She was a lot calmer, probably starting to feel sleepy after getting some food into her. As you sat there, cradling her, you’d occasionally look up.

Jackson was now seated, currently not looking at you, having to act at least semi-interested in whatever game they were playing now. But you knew. You knew his mind was somewhere else.

His legs were crossed, one knee right over the other, his hands clasping his top knee. You knew he was trying to hide his boner or will it away if the tightness of his slacks around his hips was anything to go by. His jawed was clenched hard, his lips drawn into a thin line, his brow tense.

Upon first inspection, you would have thought he was just deep in thought. But the way he ground his teeth in frustrations— no, you knew.

You weren’t sure if his bandmates could sense his change in mood or if they were just that good, but they seemed to do everything they could to keep the hosts’ attention on them, with BamBam and Yugyeom, the chaos twins, taking center stage, in particular.

Jackson turned his gaze back on you. You shuddered. Perhaps to anyone else, he looked pissed. But you knew that look: he was frustrated. 

Extremely frustrated. 

He was trapped in his head, fantasizing. He couldn’t escape it. He couldn’t escape this place quite yet. 

He clenched his jaw once more before turning his gaze away from you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself a little. 

You were sure you’ve never seen him this frustrated before.

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“… Thank you once again for joining us and GOT7!”

As soon as the host said the closingment, the PD called cut. Jackson was already up and taking off his mic and name tag. While everyone else was taking their time, Jackson was trying to get going as quickly and inconspicuously as possible. You knew you needed to be quick as well. Standing up, Sooyun sleeping in your arms, you went looking for Chunhei to pass her back. As you found her, Jackson took up the space behind you, his body heat making you hyper-aware of his presence.

You passed off Sooyun to her mother, the little girl barely stirring. “Come here, monkey. I hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

You smiled at Chunhei as you stroked Sooyun’s bangs from her face. “She was no problem at all. Just a little joy.”

From behind you, Jackson was silent. But… you could practically feel the frustration roll off of him in waves. Chunhei asked, “You guys going to join us all for dinner?”

Just as you were about to reply, Jackson spoke first, lacing his fingers with your own, his hand practically engulfing your own. “We would love to, but unfortunately, I made a reservation for us at a restaurant. It’s date night, ya know?”

You glanced up at him. He seemed back to being his usual friendly self. But you knew better. Not if the tension in his neck was anything to go by. 

Chunhei looked at you both surprised. Jackson always enjoyed going out for dinner with everyone. “Oh! Well… have a good dinner then and it was good working with you, again.”

She and Jackson exchanged a couple of work pleasantries before he tugged on your hand to leave. His pace quicker than usual, almost forcing you to jog behind him as he led you to the parking garage in silence. 

He withdrew his keys from his pocket, unlocking his car. He opened your door for you and you quickly got in. As he went over to his side of the vehicle, you couldn’t help but smirk a little to yourself. Even frustrated, he still treated you, as he put it, his Queen. 

Jackson settled into the driver’s seat. He let out a deep sigh as he let his head fall back to the headrest. Your eyes fell to his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, his eyes falling closed. You jumped slightly at the low, commanding tone of his voice, leaving no room for argument. 

“Panties. Off. Now.”

You shuddered as he all but growled out the end of his sentence. You threw your purse into the backseat of his car as you shimmied your panties out from underneath your skirt. Your hands trembled as you picked them up, cringing, already being able to tell that they’re soaked. Before you could do anything with them, Jackson took them and stuffed them into the pocket of his pants. No chance now of putting them back on. 

Commando it was.

“Buckle up.”

His tone was cold, but strained. You buckled yourself in as Jackson did the same and put on his driving glasses before backing out of the parking space. 

Why? Why did looking at him like this, turn you on so much? 

He probably felt your heated gaze on him because, almost deliberately, he licked his lower lip as he continued to drive out of the parking garage with one hand. It was almost as if he knew exactly what to do to get a rise out of you.

The car was silent except for the sound of the engine as he drove. You gazed out the window, the city becoming a blur as you tried to settle down, hyperaware of the fact that you were currently going commando. You jumped in surprise, gaze snapping back to Jackson as he teasingly stroked your bare knee with the tips of his fingers, your modest knee length skirt having ridden up a bit when you slipped off your panties. 

His gaze was still on still on the road, but nonetheless, he teasing traced patterns across your skin. Some were nonsensical. Others… others were more deliberate. Korean, Cantonese, English— he drew words from each language into your skin. 

Words that told you his intentions: ‘fuck,’ ‘bed,’ ‘love.’ 

So many words, each gentle touch driving you crazy. You swallowed, hyperaware of the heat that was building up inside you… all just from the teasing graze of his fingertip.

This was torture. But, oh so wonderful torture. You knew you could ask him to stop. He would. No matter how frustrated he was. 

But you didn’t want him to stop. 

No… you wanted his fingers higher. You wanted them to dig into your thigh like they always did when his lips would ghost over your core, the little shit teasing you. Starting to get frustrated yourself, you squirmed around in your seat, trying to getting some relief— whether it be the friction from the car seat or the mental distraction— you didn’t care.

A sharp, but barely there slap to the inside of your thigh put a stop to your squirming straight away, making you jump a bit in your seat. You glanced over at Jackson. His eyes were still on the road but his jaw was set tight as he let out a deep exhale through his nose. Instead of returning to tracing patterns into your skin, his hand found purchase on the inside your thigh, massaging it, almost like he was trying to physically vent his frustration. It made you whimper. In turn he let out a frustrated growl.

“You know how to rile me up, don’t you? Did you think I wouldn’t see you touching your lower stomach? The look in your eye? Fuck— God… I want to get you pregnant so bad.”

You didn’t reply. You couldn’t. You didn’t trust your voice. You didn’t trust yourself not to beg him to just pull over and pull you into the backseat.

Thank god the filming location wasn’t too far from your apartment. You weren’t sure if the two of you could wait too much longer. As soon as Jackson pulled into his designated parking spot in the garage, he turned off the vehicle and didn’t even bother taking off his glasses. You scrambled to get out just as quickly, almost forgetting your purse in the back as Jackson came around and opened the door for you.

Jackson grabbed your hand and pulled you along behind him towards the apartment complex. Down the hall, you followed him, legs all ready feeling shaky from excitement. He pulled you into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor you lived on. He let go of your hand as the doors began their slow close and the carriage began its even slower ascent.

He didn’t touch you. He refused to look at you. Even if he wouldn’t look at you, you were transfixed. His hair was messy now, no longer handsomely slicked back. He was breathing heavily through his nose, his eyes closed as he took off his glasses, placing them in the breast pocket of his jacket. At his sides, he reflexively clenched his hands— he was barely holding it together and it made you all the wetter.

The moment the elevator dinged for your floor and the doors opened, Jackson grabbed your hand again and practically raced you down the hall towards your apartment. In almost a blur, he typed in the passcode for your apartment and pushed the door open. You barely had time to process it all.

As soon as he pulled you inside, you heard the harsh slam of the door first. Then the air was knocked from your lungs as he pushed you back against it, your purse dropping to the ground.

You felt him before you saw him. Your skirt was flipped up and Jackson was already on his knees in front of you; he mouthed your mound, leaving open mouth kisses and nips just above where you really wanted him, making your gasp. Instantly, you grabbed his hair for purchase as you looked down. His eyes were dangerously dark, his hair messy in your grasp as he shucked off his jacket.

As soon as his jacket was off, his hands came up and grasped your ass, squeezing and massaging, drawing a pathetic, airy whimper from your lips. He grinned against you as he moved his arm back down and around your hip, grabbing your thigh to prop it onto his shoulder. Your throat ran dry and your heart thundered in your chest. 

He was going to be the end of you.

Slowly, he pulled his mouth away from your mound, leaving you wanting once more. He looked up at you, staring right into your soul as he growled, “Eyes on me. And listen closely.”

Weakly, you nodded. God you were so turned on. You were sure he could barely touch you and it be enough. Using his other hand, he spread your pussy lips. The sight before him was too much— he cursed harshly under his breath.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking wet. Did you like that? Did you like teasing me? Did the thought of me fucking you pregnant turn you on that much?”

You knew he wouldn’t be satisfied if you didn’t answer, but your mind was barely there enough to really produce anything. Frustrated by your lack of response, he growled, biting your thigh. You mewled in surprise. It wasn’t hard enough to actually hurt you, but it was enough to make you arch your back… and you’d probably have a pretty violet bruise there tomorrow. You clenched at the thought.

“Y-Yes! Fuck!” You let your head hit the door behind you. “Yes, I want you to fuck me pregnant!”

He let out a deep appreciative groan. You looked down past his face when his body swayed a little— he couldn’t help but rut his hips, the hard on in his pants looking painful. Jackson swallowed. “Be a good girl. I’m going to eat your pussy. But you’re not allowed to cum—“ 

You whimpered pathetically at his words. But you needed to cum so fucking bad. 

He smirked. “Shhhhh. Not yet. You’ll get to cum. But not until I’ve got you overflowing with my cum.”

Your pussy clenched at the thought.

Jackson smirked before pressing his mouth against you again. This time instead of coming to your mound teasingly, his tongue, flat and pliant, covered your exposed clit, making you cry out. 

You weren’t prepared.

Jacksom had always been a little shit of tease, never going in for the kill quite so quickly. But this was a man on a mission. A mission to ruin you.

One hand flew to your mouth, trying to stifle your cries as Jackson licked your clit. You let your head fall back, eyes falling closed. Almost immediately, Jackson abandoned his licking for enclosing his lips around your clit, sucking and pulling at it. A silent scream fell from your lips, the feeling more intense than it should be. You looked down at him once again and he pulled off your clit with an almost audible pop, making you shudder. 

“I said eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I get your pussy swollen and throbbing for my cock.”

Before you could choke out a half-baked reply, he pressed his face back against you. He alternated between suckling your clit, making you keen, and pressing the flat of his tongue against you, using his whole face to tease your pussy, making you whimper and pant.

Jackson knew what he was doing. The alternating kept you on your toes— kept you high on endorphins— but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to make you cum. 

Your legs began to tremble. The distraction of trying to keep yourself up, balancing yourself on mostly one leg certainly kept you distracted enough.

“Ja-Jackson….” 

His name trailed off into a moan as you slowly slide down the door, your leg barely able to hold you up any longer. In turn, Jackson lightened up on his torture, going back to mouthing at your mound, moving along with you until you were safely on the floor. He gave your mound a playful nip before pulling away. 

You whimpered, still slightly shaking as you watched him stand up. On one hand, you were nowhere near orgasm, but on the other hand… you almost felt overstimulated as you tried to get back your wits. Jackson looked down at you, panting. He still had that dark, dangerous look in his eye, but there was more control now. 

He offered his hand and you took it. He pulled you back onto your feet, pushing you back against the door and immediately pressed his mouth to yours, all but devouring you— nipping, sucking, teasing— he was overwhelmingly everywhere. Still shaking, you kissed back, trying to regain some semblance of control by nipping at his lower lip, your hands fisted in his shirt. Jackson growled against you, pinning your hips back against the door as he yanked your skirt down. 

Shuddering, you kicked your sandals off as his mouth left yours, kissing a hot fiery trail down from your jawline to your neck, making your let out an airy moan. He pulled away from your skin just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, then he was back at it again, this time sucking and nibbling at all the places that make you keen. “F-Fuck— Jackson—“

He moans happily against your skin as you fumbled with the buttons of his shirt before he grabbed your wrists, pinning them over your head. You whined in frustration and struggled a little, very upset that he disrupted your mission in getting him naked. He chuckled against your skin. 

Reaching behind you with his free hand, he unclasp your bra. He let it hang from your shoulders, knowing that it would eventually fall away naturally.

Jackson looked you over. His jaw was set tight, his brow tense as his gaze drank you in. You flushed, looking away from him shyly, feeling extremely embarrassed by not only his stare, but the stark contrast between your states of dress.

He let go of your wrists and slowly pulled the straps of your bra down your arms. You breathed heavily as you finally looked back up at him. His gaze was unreadable. It was just dark and depthless. You were so mesmerized that you almost missed him whispering, “So beautiful… I can’t believe….”

“Can’t believe what?”

His eyes burned into you, Jackson leaned into you, trapping you against the door and his body, his forearms against the door, caging you in. You grabbed at his shirt as his lips skimmed the outline of your ear. He huskily whispered, “I can’t believe you’re mine, lǎo pó.”

You shuddered at the nickname, whining in need again. Jackson nuzzled your neck, you could feel his smirk against your skin as he growled, “And soon you’re going to be pregnant with my baby and everyone will know that you’re mine and I’m all yours.”

You stopped breathing, your heart fluttering and your pussy clenching. Honestly, you couldn’t tell which you felt more, the utter love and devotion he had for you, or just how much hornier his words made you. Moaning his name, you tugged at his shirt, all but begging him to just fuck you already.

Slipping his hands down from the wall, reached down and hoisted you over his shoulder, making you squeal in surprise, grabbing his ass (you swear, you were going for his shirt… it’s just, his ass was a bit more… solid) as a means of support.  In retaliation, Jackson nipped at your bottom, making you squeak in delight as he carried you towards you room.

Once in your room, Jackson smacked your ass, making it jiggle and you gasped before he tossed you down on the bed. Slightly dazed, you looked up at him as he kicked off his shoes, somehow in his lust filled haze remembering your rule about shoes. 

He growled out, “On your hands and knees, now.”

Scrambling, you turned over, your limbs shaking as you presented your ass as high as you could, pressing the side of your face into the bed, your eyes landing on Jackson’s nightstand. In the back of your mind, a bubble of a thought took form in that even though you were on birth control, Jackson still used condoms typically, especially after that one little scare in which you missed two periods in a row. You wondered just how out of it he was to go grab one.

A rush of excitement shot through you at the sound of him undoing his belt, and the metal hitting the floor as he dropped it. Your breath caught in your throat as you heard him unzipping his pants. The bed squeaked a little under his weight as he got on the bed behind you. You let out a pathetic whine as he grabbed your hips, roughly pulling you back against him, his underwear covered cocked grinding right up against your sopping pussy and the teeth of his zipper nipping at the delicate underside of your thighs.

Jackson let a string of curses as you pressed back further into him. You buried your face in Jackson’s pillow as you practically sobbed out, “Please! Jackson! Please, fuck me already. Breed me! I want your cum so badly.”

He didn’t say anything. 

Instead, he let out a frustrated growl as he pulled back enough to shove his underwear down enough to let his cock free. In a single breath, he went from teasing your entrances with hot tip of his cock to being fully sheathed inside of you, your pussy convulsing in response. You let out a high pitch whine, the suddenly feeling of being full almost too much. He always filled you just right.

Jackson stilled above you, pressing his shirt clad chest against your bare back, his mouth against your shoulder as he panted raggedly. “Fuck— you’re going to be the end of me, little girl.”

You couldn’t help but let out an airy chuckle, grinding back against him, making him moan. “Likewise.”

Jackson grabbed your hips, making you go still. “You’re playing with fire, yeobo.”

Whimpering in frustration, you wiggled against his hold. You looked over your shoulder at him, staring him down with pleading eyes. “Ka-Yee… I want your baby. I want it so badly. Please….”

With one shaky hand, you reached back, tugging on his pants, almost trying to force him further inside. At this point, you were beyond desperate for him to fuck you. You trembled, forcing out a shaky voice as tears started to well up in your eyes. You whispered, just enough for him to hear you, “Please, please, please, fuck your baby into me.”

You felt him throb harshly against your g-spot before he wrapped his arms around your middle, keeping your torso pressed firmly as against his own as let out a frustrated, airy moan, pulling back so the two of you were balanced on your knees. Your hands flew to his arms, clawing at his as you whimpered. He nipped at your ear lobe, roughly whispering, “Careful what you wish for.”

His hips snapped harshly against your ass, your skin clapping loudly against each other, making you cry out. 

Yes! This was what you wanted— it’s been too long since you felt his bare cock teasing your g-spot as his quick pace almost made your pussy burn from the sudden and intense stretch. You cried out, tears falling from the corners of your eyes as you clawed at his arms, trying to ground yourself. Jackson let out a loud groan, practically rivaling your own sounds when one hand reached up to tug at his hair, the other clawing at his hand as it snaked down to cup your pussy as he fucked you roughly.

Jackson’s voice was increasingly becoming higher and whinier, his thrusts becoming sloppier. He pressed his face into your neck, letting out a strangled moan as you clenched around him in excitement, the palm of one hand rubbing harshly at your clit, while the other grabbed at your breast. “Hnnnng— no— don’t— don’t wanna cum yet.”

You shuddered, crying out, “Please, please— paint my walls white. J-Jackson, f-fuck me pregnant. I need it!”

Jackson cried out, giving you one last hard thrust— the force of it, knowing you two over. He broke your fall, letting go of your breast, but you didn’t care. You were a shuddering, whimpering mess as you felt his cock violently twitch inside you as he came… hard.

He breathed harshly through his teeth as you panted. He just kept cumming— you had never felt him cum so hard or for so long before. The hand pressed against your clit angled your hips up, as if he was trying to keep his cum from escaping you as you stroked your hand through his hair. 

Panting harshly, he mouth at your shoulder, coming down from his high. He reached above your head on the bed, grabbing his pillow before shoving it up under your pelvis. He whispered huskily against your ear, “Such a good girl for me— not cumming yet. And now good girls get rewarded for behaving so well.”

You shuddered at his words. Jackson pulled back enough, but entirely withdrawing from your body. He first turned you over on your side then onto your back. It took a moment, but your eyes began to refocus as you gazed up at Jackson. His gaze was hazy, completely fucked out as he stared back down at you. His hair was wild, completely mussied up from your grabbing, some of it sticking to his forehead, completely soaked in sweat.

He pulled a high pitched whine from you as he gave you a thrust. In turn, he let out a hiss, overstimulated. Jackson practically tore his shirt off, throwing it across the room before he dropped down, caging your face between his forearms. He stared deeply into your eyes as he adjusted his hips, wincing at the almost painful feeling of overstimulation.

Jackson pressed his pelvis against yours, firmly trapping your clit between your bodies as he began thrusting again. You cried out, not expecting the intensity from such a small movement. He ran one hand through your hair, tugging at the root, making you whine before he dove in, kissing you like a man starved.

You felt overwhelmed, nails digging into his shoulders as he sucked and nipped at your tongue, his pelvis grinding hard against yours, you clit becoming even more sensitive and swollen. Jackson mouthed at your neck and chest, sucking and biting all over your breasts, commenting about how swollen they’d be or something of that matter. Your mind was too filled with the feeling of him grinding away at your clit like a mortar and pestle to hear anything. 

Jackson kissed his way back up your chest as he shifted his hips a bit, making you scream at the feeling of both your clit and your g-spot now being deliciously tortured. Your hips twitched on their own, practically trying to run away from the stimulation as Jackson swallowed up your screams. Between kisses, you whimpered out, “J-Jackson— close….”

Staring deeply into your eyes, he grabbed one of your thighs, hoisting it over his shoulder as he continued to roughly grind against you. He let out a strained whine, you pussy clenching around his semi-hard member. 

His voice was hoarse as he whispered against your lips, “I know, lǎo pó, I know. Cum for me, I want to feel your pussy spasming as it swallows all of my cum. I want you nice and pregnant by the time I’m done with you.”

His words set you off. Everything inside you that strained and clenched letting go all at once. You let out a silent wail as your orgasm tore through you. It was intense and felt never-ending. You couldn’t breathe as the tidal wave of pleasure took you away. Jackson cupped your face, kissing the underside of your jaw as he continued to grind against your clit, prolonging the feeling.

As it ebbed away, your body slowly relaxing, Jackson placed butterfly kisses all over your face as he eased out of you. You mewled happily. 

You sweet, post orgasm euphoria didn’t last long though… not with how Jackson laid down on the bed next to you as he began rubbing your clit in gentle, slow circles. You gasped, back arching and you immediately reached for his wrist.

As you whimpered out his name, Jackson nipped at your jawline, rubbing your clit a little faster. “Such a good girl for me. You like being filled with my cum, huh?”

You let out a weak noise of affirmation, making him smile down at you. “Of course you do.”  He glanced down at your pussy, biting his lower lip, groaning. “Look at that, your pussy is still clenching. Such a good girl, keeping all of my cum inside to get pregnant.”

Letting out a small cry as he started to rub your clit more vigorously, you looked at him pleadingly. What you wanted, you weren’t sure— did you want him to stop? Or did you want him to make you cum again? 

“J-Jackson—“

He leaned up and kissed you, it was rather sweet— intimate— compare to the ways he was rubbing your clit. “One more, yeobo. Give me one more. I know you can.”

You keened as he slipped two long fingers into you, immediately seeking out your g-spot. You pawed at his chest, moaning and whining as he croaked his fingers, still thrusting into you. Your orgasm was building again as the heel of his palm smacked your clit while his fingers teased at the spongy material within you. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as you squirmed around, unable to escape. 

Jackson hooked his thigh over yours, practically pinning your hips back into the mattress as he lowly growled out, “Keep still. I don’t want any of that cum spilling out.”

You mewl his name pathetically, trying to burying your face in his neck as your orgasm continued to build. He whispered your name against your hairline. “That’s it. Cum for me. I know you can. Want to make sure we get you pregnant this first fucking try.”

He started finger fucking you even harder, kissing you deeply as you cried out. The feel of him, his mouth on yours, the way his chest vibrated against yours as he groaned did you in. This one wasn’t as hard, but it was just as mind blowing. As the waves of pleasure crashed down on you, Jackson smiled against your lips, appreciating the way your pussy clenched around his fingers.

As you came down from your high, he pressed his forehead against yours, cupping your pussy gently as he lovingly caressed your lower lips, making you mewl. “That’s a good girl. My sweet, wonderful girl.”

You swallowed, mouth having run dry as you weakly called out his name, your whole body still shaking. His hand slowly slid up and away from your pussy as he shifted around, lying on his stomach next to you. He cradled your face in hands, your shaky hands sliding up his arms to his shoulders. 

Jackson kissed you, nice and slow. Gentle and giving. He pulled away just enough to whisper, ‘I love you’ against your lips, a sentiment you mirrored in return.

Your sweet moment was broken though by the annoying sound of a series of insistent text messages. Jackson groaned, letting his head fall to your shoulder, making you giggle weakly. You wet your lips with your tongue. “You should go get that.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll be right back and with a towel to clean you up.”

He kissed your cheek sweetly before sitting up properly, kicking off his pants and slip his cock back into his boxers. You sighed blissfully, stretching out as you focused in on his nice derrière as he walked back out in search of his jacket.

A moment later, he called out, “It’s not mine. Must be yours. Want me to get it?”

“Mmmmmm. Sure. What does it say?”

With your phone in his hand, Jackson paused in the door way, jaw dropping before he yelled, “Fuck!”

You jumped. “What’s wrong, Seunie?”

He groaned in frustrated anger, his head falling back as he continued to walk towards you. He held your phone out for you and you took it, brow knit together before you saw the photo. 

Jackson dived towards his spot on the bed. “I can’t believe I owe Youngjae 100,000 won.”

You continued to lay there, staring at the photo of Jinyoung and his wife. He was kissing her cheek as she smiled, holding up a positive pregnancy test. 

Cuddling up to you, Jackson sighed, “I can’t believe they beat us at who got pregnant first. They just started trying.”

You laughed. “But there was no competition. We haven’t even been seriously trying.”

Jackson shot you a stink eye. He was silent was a few moment, thoughtful. Turning a serious gaze on you, he brushed your hair away from your face as he asked, “The why don’t we?”

That Feeling by @ropeseok​ Coming Soon!

Want more like this? Check out the following:

Reservations, a first-time story with V (Kim Taehyung) of BTS

STAR-CROSSED, a science fiction series with Jackson Wang of GOT7

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[thirsty-x1]

Solo | Kim Yohan

Request:

Heyyyyyyy~ This will be an unusual one shot smut request but Yohan with a flesh light! The company gave the hyungline fleshlights to relieve their sexual frustrations because hooking up with people will be TOO risky. hahahhaha I hope you’ll consider it!

↬ Pairing: Yohan x fleshlight ♥

↬ Genre: Smut, Comedy (not really but the idea it’s fucking hilarious).

↬ Warnings: explicit language, male masturbation.

↬ Word Count: 1.9k+ (I don’t know how I managed to do this)

↬ A/N: WHY DO I SEE HIM DOING THIS I’M WHEEZING.

Yohan stared at the boxes that Seungyoun had delivered to the dorms, a scary smile on his face while he gave one to each of the older members. Honestly, he would have been excited to receive a gift from the staff since it didn’t happen often, but the expression in Seungwoo’s face as he opened the box, took a glance and then closed it again before stifling a giggle was enough for all his good hunch to fly out the window.

A scoff caught their attention as Wooseok placed the box aside. “I don’t need it. Nor want it.”

“Ah, right, you would have preferred another kind of toy, right?” Seungyoun’s comment made Wooseok open his eyes wide before his lips pressed into a thin line. Yohan wasn’t sure but he heard something similar to “fuck you”.

“Ah! A toy? I’ve been looking for something to master–” All suspicion disappeared from Hangyul’s face as he opened the box confidently, sharing a look with Seungyoun before bursting out laughing.

“What is it?” His hands itched to know, the reaction of everyone in the room making him feel curious, but still didn’t want to get his expectations high.

Seungwoo waved his hand as if to indicate him not to worry and since he was a trustable leader it should be fine, right? So Yohan opened the box, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw a black tube, wondering if it was a flashlight or maybe a light stick.

“You have it the wrong way.” Following Seungyoun’s advice, he turned it around, slightly yelping and throwing the object back in the box.

“What the hell is that?”

The rest of the boys blinked a few times, looked at each other and laughed even more, some of them even clapping while Wooseok shook his head a few times while chuckling. “It’s a fleshlight.”

“A what?”

“Pay attention to the design, doesn’t it remind you of something?” Hangyul pointed at his own gift, circling his finger multiple times around the top part.

Yohan’s cheeks blushed before he could even formulate a reply. Of course he knew what it looked like, he wasn’t stupid, but he couldn’t help wondering why someone would create that.

“Not as good as the real thing but it’s better than your hand.” Seungwoo talked elegantly as he observed the box, resting his chin on one of his hands. “Are there more models?”

Seungyoun nodded. “Yeah, there are a few more boxes… I grabbed myself a mouth one–”

“Oh, is there any butt?” Despite the laughing before, Hangyul seemed to get into it fairly quickly while Wooseok discreetly stretched his neck to take a peek.

Seungwoo stood up and held Yohan’s box, shaking his head softly. “This one... You deserved something a little better… This one is pretty plain, let me find something that will make a better job.”

He wanted to tell him that it wasn’t needed but the leader left before he could muster a word. Nonetheless, Yohan was actually quite interested in the idea and thankful that someone else could guide him into it. He didn’t consider himself a virgin, taking into consideration that he actually did try it out during a few practices but he couldn’t get through it and that was why everyone considered him to be the baby in that aspect. What could he do about it? There was always a new competition or tournament for the one he had to train for, it wasn’t like he had much time to do whatever he wanted and much less experiment everything the others had.

Seungwoo came back with another box, smiling at him and Yohan felt slightly awkward at the sweet action, probably because the older genuinely seemed to be taking care of him with something so ridiculous. He scanned the room, Wooseok leaving somewhere between his rushing thoughts while Hangyul and Seungyoun played with the plastic objects as if they were swords. Nothing out of the ordinary, everyone acting pretty naturally about it but his hands still hid the box under the bed.

It had been a few days since the so thoughtful gift from the staff, a strange way to prevent any of the boys having a scandal and also trying to avoid their constant complaints about “wrists hurting” but Yohan had still not tried it. Sure, he had listened to the older ones sharing feedback between them, even Wooseok joined before swallowing his pride, but he didn’t know how to start. How could all of them do it as if it was nothing when all the others were around? After thinking about it a bit, he realized he was the only one with a younger roommate, since Seungwoo and Wooseok each had their own room whilst Seungyoun and Hangyul shared another.

Unfair. It was unfair, maybe worse than that, but the night that Dongpyo seemed to shower before him for the first time in months and fell asleep, he took it as a sign. Carefully, Yohan grabbed the box under his bed and quickly walked to the bathroom. He started undressing, turning the shower on as he examined the box for a minute, trying to fight against the embarrassment as he finally opened it, eyes going wide as he saw the model that Seungwoo had picked: it was completely translucid, allowing to see the inside unlike the previous one Seungyoun had handed him before.

He swallowed, finally taking off his underwear and taking both the fleshlight and the small lube bottle inside the box to the shower. It wasn’t exactly convenient when it came to size but not that he cared much about it. His head hurt from overthinking, choosing to fill it with the warm water of the shower since, quoting Seungyoun, “you don’t want your dick to freeze” and left it aside, washing the rest of his body while waiting. His thoughts were running wild, the adrenaline on his veins starting to make him feel turned on and his skin getting more and more sensitive, the casual touches of his hands on his chest and thighs helping to get him half-hard. After finishing with the cleaning, he grabbed the toy, letting the water drip before pouring some of the lube on the inside and the outer lips (if it could be called like that) and then some more on his cock, stroking a few times before he pressed the tip against the entrance of the fleshlight.

Maybe now was the time to congratulate himself for thinking about doing it in the shower, the noise of the water shutting down the low grunt he left as the swallowed his cock. The texture on the inside had him throbbing, his eyes fluttering shut at the slightly cold feeling since the warm water wasn’t enough for the silicone to get hotter. He looked down, the clear plastic case offering the exposed view of his member being hugged by the gel-like walls and he couldn’t help but to moan. Yohan was self-confident and although he would often deny it in order to not seem vain, he knew he was handsome, but seeing himself like this was a new kind of turn on.

The toy stayed in place, his other hand slightly turning the tap on the end of it to tighten it up a bit more until he felt comfortable before starting to move it. The small bumps and ridges on the inside of the sleeve stimulated each bit of his cock, his head thrown back as he took it out and slid the tip inside again, enjoying the shocks of sensitivity that it sent to his whole body. He turned around to the mirror in front of him, his body barely visible due to the steam of the shower but it was more than enough to get him more excited: the movement of his arms as he jerked off, his abdomen tightening, the muscles of his thick thighs showing when he thrust inside the toy, his wet hair covering his eyes slightly… He wasn’t sure if it was normal or not to get turned on by his own image, but right now all he could focus on was the way his cock was sucked in by the toy.

Cursing, he remembered the warning from the older ones about the sensation being so intense that it might make him cum too quickly, but it was already too late: the fingers of his free hand came up to play with his nipples as he bit down on his bottom lip to hold back the moans, his semen spilling into the toy and he watched each single spurt hit the translucent, gelid material, a soft smirk tugging on his mouth. He waited for his breathing to go back to normal and started to pull out only to let a loud whimper escape as the bumps of the inner chamber overstimulated his softening dick, his cum dripping down into the floor as he freed himself from the tight embrace.

All the stress and tension in his body washed away, making feel drowsy and slightly tired, paying little to no attention as he rinsed the toy a few times with water and cleaned himself again, stepping out of the shower and immediately laying down in bed, falling asleep short after that.

It felt like he had slept barely a few hours as he felt something hitting the back of his head, hurriedly turning around to see one of the stylists (and his friend, although she preferred to keep that as a secret), hands on her hips as she waited for him to snap out of it.

“Don’t just leave your toys all around, Dongpyo already exposed you to everyone in the dorms.” That seemed to do the trick, Yohan quickly sitting up and rubbing his face as if to wake up completely.

“He did what?”

Her body stretched in front of him, picking up the object that had hit him before and shaking it a few times in front of his eyes, his cheeks blushing. “This thing, you left it in the bathroom’s sink as if it was a toothbrush.”

“Sorry, I forgot and– why am I apologizing? The staff is guilty!” She raised an eyebrow, skeptic. “The staff sent these boxes so that we could take care of our “teenage needs” or something like that.”

The laugh she let out made him feel more embarrassed while also irritating him, but he wasn’t ready for the next move. “Oh, yeah? And did it feel good?” She got closer, her face inches away from his. “Did it feel better than the real thing, Yohanie?”

It made him get slightly mad about it: she knew he hadn’t felt the real thing since she was the only girl with the one he had been close to experience it, and now she used that knowledge against him?

“Fuck you, y/n.”

“You wish.” She flicked his forehead before pulling away. “Now get up, you will be late to practice.”

Yohan laid back on the mattress again, shuffling his hair and closing his eyes as he thought how to get back at her. “Only if you let me practice with you later.”

A small silence followed, her steps stopping right in front of his room’s door. “Maybe I will.”

His eyes opened wide, springing out of the bed and tripping with the towel he had left on the floor while asking a hundred times what she meant by that.

This one was so funny when I received it... I feel like I didn’t make it justice. Hilarious.

~Nani

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[vin-taege]

decaf (m)

summary: taehyung was the cute barista who hated caffeine, yet worked at a coffee shop. you’re a semi-organized college student who’s always late to lectures.

genre: smut, fluff, pwp

pairing: barista!Taehyung x reader

words: 8k+

warnings: baby boy!Taehyung, femdom, accidental nudes, mentioned masturbation, pain kink, grinding, dry humping, oral sex, thigh-riding, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, degradation, newly discovered mommy kink

note: now freshly edited

Mr. Min’s history class was supposed to be five minutes ago, and the twenty-six year old with the mindset of an eighty-year old hated tardy students. However, you figured you were already late, so why not stop over at the café to pick up your breakfast (which you would also serve as your lunch)? Late nights of completing last minute essays and studying for exams due in two weeks’ time brought you closer to the staff. They’d fix you a small sandwich and a cup of coffee with just one text from you the night before.

Usually, the person in-charge of “VIP” breakfast duty was Kim Taehyung, not that he complained.

It wasn’t like the staff assigned him the task on purpose. There was no way the whole staff knew of his huge, in-depth crush on you and used this as an opportunity to bring you close together.

The bell rang lightly, alerting the arrival of a new customer. Taehyung looked up from behind the counter, almost dropping the sugar packets Jimin had asked him to find. Half of your hair was tossed up in a messy bun, the other half in tangles around your face. One backpack strap was slung over your shoulder, your fluffy hoodie underneath.

Jungkook almost groaned at the heart-eyes his co-worker made for you if it wasn’t for the long line of business men and office workers getting more impatient by the second. Jimin rushed over to Taehyung, visibly distressed with his lack of sugar packets, when he saw who the younger boy was looking at. With a sigh, he grabbed the brown paper back containing your food for the day, and shoved it against the blue-haired boy.

You have been doing this exact routine for almost two years, steadily building up your relationship with the barista. It was so refreshing seeing a friendly face outside of your usual college peers. You friends are deeply loved and appreciated, but seeing them also reminds you of the copious amount of essays all due within the same week. 

“Good morning!” You have Taehyung a close-lipped smile, still a bit groggy from your late-night study session.

“H-hey, beautiful! I just re-heated your food five minutes ago, so it should still be warm. Thought you would’ve been absent today,” he handed you the paper bag, boxy smile not leaving his face. “Overslept?”

You hummed, taking in the scent of toasted bread, gouda cheese, and bacon. “Unfortunately. Mr. Min would have to endure the catastrophe of my presence being unable to grace his lecture hall,” You threw a hand dramatically over your forehead, ignoring the looks you got from the other customers. After all, you didn’t have to wait in line.

A chuckle rumbled from his throat. “Don’t forget your coffee. I have a feeling you’re gonna need it.”

“That feeling is correct, my good friend. I wouldn’t hold you any longer- don’t want Namjoon scolding you about professionalism again,” you waved him goodbye, exiting the café with the same light bell ring behind you.

You debated running to catch up to at least the last bits of the lecture, but your rough morning rendered your body sluggish, and you ended up walking anyway. Even when you knocked on the door, your professor gave you a pointed glare, to which you returned a sheepish smile to. Fortunately, there was still a free seat near the middle.

Half of the lecture already passed by, but you knew Seulgi would be more than happy to lend you notes. Not that she could say no to you or avoid you, since you dormed with her.

Taking the sandwich out of the paper bag, you realized Taehyung must’ve mistakenly packed two. It was risky to spend excess money on an extra sandwich, especially with rent day coming up, but looking closely into the bag, you were relieved you didn’t have to.

“On me :)” was written on a yellow post-it note, neatly placed on top of the second sandwich. Subconsciously, you smiled, taking a mental note to thank Taehyung later. Min didn’t really mind students eating in class - he did it himself. So, unabashedly, you tucked into the bacon and gouda cheese, while taking notes.

Halfway through, you caught a glimpse of a string of black ink scrawled onto the side of your coffee cup. You put your pen down and turned the cup over, revealing a phone number and a small message under it. “Text me when you’re free, beautiful.”

“___, I would appreciate it if you found my class more interesting than your coffee cup. I already took marks off you for being tardy, don’t make me do it again,” you looked up to see Min staring straight at you. Blushing, you mumbled out a small apology, though it wasn’t your professor that got you flustered, but a certain blue-haired barista.

 “You gave her what?!” Taehyung was ready to rip his hair out, or even fight Jimin at the café parking lot right there, right now, maybe even both. The older barista looked at him over his phone, lollipop still in-between his lips.

“I did you a favour,” he took the candy out with a pop. “I swear, if you silently pine over her for even one more minute, Jungkook will leap over that counter and punch the glass,” he punctuated, jabbing the lollipop at the wide, glass panes of the café.

“Oh my God, she’s going to think I’m some freaky weirdo,” Taehyung muttered, head still in his hands. “Even worse, a stalker.”

Jimin was drowning out the younger one’s ramblings, opting to check his watch instead. Fifteen minutes until break was over. He looked over to Taehyung again, sighing when he still heard his panicked mumbling.

“Tae, nothing bad’s going to happen. You could just tell her I was the one who wrote it, if you want to,” he rolled his tongue over the hardened sugar, artificial coffee flavour washing over his taste buds. “I don’t think you need to though. She definitely likes you back.”

Taehyung’s eyes lit up. He immediately stopped, standing straight. “You think so? I mean, I always knew she was nice to me, but I thought she was nice to everyone, so I didn’t assume-“

“Literally everyone in the café knows about your unspoken mutual pining for each other,” He offered the lollipop to Taehyung. The younger one grimaced at the spit-covered candy and shook his head. “Funny for a person who dislikes coffee to be working in a coffee shop.”

“It has your saliva on it.”

“If it had her saliva on it, you’d bite the whole thing off in a heartbeat,” Taehyung sputtered, making the older boy smirk. “Wow, you’re into that? Kinky boy.”

“Hyung!”

Before Taehyung could further protest, he felt his phone buzz. He shot Jimin a glare before holding a finger up. Confusion, excitement, then an arrow to the heart; Taehyung jolted up, even surprising Jimin himself. “What? What is it?” he moved to glance at the younger barista’s phone, lips curling into a pleased smirk when he saw what was on the screen.

[unknown]: hi it’s ___ :)

[unknown]: thanks for the extra sandwich btw, I really appreciate it

Jimin patted him on the back, words of congratulations flowing through one ear straight out the other. He couldn’t focus on anything else aside from the two texts – both of them already making his day better.

 [cutie barista dude]: hey

[cutie barista dude]: it’s Tae from the café

[cutie barista dude]: u could call me café Tae lol

[cutie barista dude]: or not

[cutie barista dude]: are u busy?

Seulgi puckered her lips, smacking them before squinting harder at the lit screen. “Oh no, honey. He’s a multi-texter. Seems like the clingy type. And ‘café Tae’, really?”

Letting out a sigh, you rolled your eyes at her. “He’s nice. He makes me breakfast almost every day, and he’s actually pretty cute.” Stunning. Awe-striking. Breath-taking. Ethereal. ‘Cute’ was an understatement for this boy’s beauty.

“Just because a man makes you scrambled eggs, doesn’t mean you automatically jump on that dick and ride it into the sunset,” you almost spit your food out, hand thumping your chest to ease the chewed lump down. Seulgi didn’t even bat an eyelash.

“I don’t even like my eggs scrambled.”

“Oh, right. You like them fertilized,” In a blink of an eye, a notebook smacked her straight in the face. A scream of frustration left her, along with whines of how long it took her to do her makeup. Before she had a chance to pry your phone of your hands, you quickly replied.

To [cute barista dude]: nope. We’re on break :)

If you could only see Taehyung now, you’d realize how much of an impact you had on him. It was the café’s dead hours, or the short time frame where there were only one or two customers in the shop, giving the staff a breather. It was during this time almost the entirety of the staff were crammed inside the cleaning closet, circling around Taehyung, and egging him on to ask you out.

And if he only saw you right now, he’d realize how much of an impact he had on you.

It was Hyuna’s threat that got him to pressed send, “Kim Taehyung, if you won’t make a move on her, I will!”

[cute barista dude]: oh, in that case, do you want to maybe hang out tonight?

This time, Seulgi raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. She hummed, drumming her fingers on the social science notebook you threw on her. “I don’t know about you, but if this boy’s as pretty as you say he is, I wouldn’t pass the opportunity up.”

It was rare whenever you listened to Seulgi, since she’s the personification of bad advice. However, she had a point; you were in dire need of a break, maybe even a boyfriend.

You typed in a small text confirming you were available, before standing up to go to your next lecture. Though you were roommates, you only shared one lecture hall with Seulgi – history. She walked next you in the hallways, still gushing about your “mini impromptu date” tonight.

“Just know that I’ll be holed up in my room all night. We have a thesis defense in three days, so if you want to take him out for a ride, don’t do it in our dorm.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making you laugh.

 Taehyung was a nervous wreck. Maybe Jimin was right about him turning into a walking nervous system whenever he was with you. He didn’t even know what got into him, or where he got the sudden burst of confidence from.

All he knew was that it worked; because somehow, you were in his house, pressed against him, eating pizza while some surprisingly well-produced horror movie played in the background. You munched contentedly on your slice, snuggling into the warmth radiating from the lean boy.

“You know, when you said ‘hang out’, I expected like a park, or a restaurant. What I got was way better,” you smiled up at him.

Taehyung had to pretend his heart didn’t just sink, then explode back to life in a matter of milliseconds. “I was a little stumped with what movie to pick. Couldn’t choose between,” he took a glance at the DVD cover. “- El Orfanato and Your Name.”

“Your Name? Didn’t take you for a romance-anime type of guy.”

“My co-worker is. I saw it once with him, and it was really good though,” He shuffled closer to you, pulling the blanket over your bodies. You shifted in your seat, turning your body so you laid on top of him.

It was silent for a while. The only sound was the occasional Spanish from the film and your soft breathing. The fact that it wasn’t the usual rom-com or shallow-plotted movie – the usual picks for Netflix and Chill – really shed a light on how Taehyung genuinely wanted you to unwind with him, and not just get into your pants.

The movie itself was actually interesting. Knowing Taehyung was someone who had a passion for arts and photography, you didn’t expect any less from his taste.

“How did you find this film?” you murmured into his t-shirt. He shrugged, trembling fingers tapping rhythmically on your back.

“Watch Mojo list,” you threw your head back in laughter, him giggling with you.

“Heathen,” you managed to say in between breaths. “And I thought you were a man of class.”

“God forbid I actually take you out based on a Watch Mojo video. I like underrated films, the type that isn’t easy to find. I thought you might’ve wanted to take a break from cheap jumpscares and slasher gore.”

You hummed, “This is a nice change. I could get used to you taking me out.”

Red blossomed from his cheeks, heart soaring at the implication. “Oh, how convenient. I could get used to that too.” He cleared his throat, trying to meet your sparkling eyes. “Maybe I should start making you lunch too, aside from breakfast.”

“Like a date?”

The cola burned his nasal cavities, some of it spewing out his nose and mouth when he quite literally choked on it. Hurriedly, you thumped his back, voicing out your concern as he coughed his lungs out. Taehyung wished the ground would just swallow him whole. There was cola over his shirt and hands. Not to mention, half of his face was a sticky mess. He groaned, covering his face in shame.

“I’m sorry. That was very disgusting, I’m so sorry,” he sounded like he was about to cry.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, really. Are you okay now?”

He gave a half-hearted nod. “Can we just pretend that never happened?”

You took some tissue from your bag and started wiping his face. Although it was pretty funny, you gave into him – you will never speak of the incident.

“Were you serious about going on a date with me?” he asked bashfully after an awkward period of silence.

“Why not? You’re a great guy, and I’d love to know more about the cute barista making me breakfast each morning. You know, outside your pre-established, in-depth nerd persona,” His mood was quickly lifted, though his smile still didn’t reach his eyes. “I need you to smile for me though.”

“But I am,” he whined. Admittedly, he was still embarrassed by the previous stunt he pulled. Fortunately, you could see right through him. You pounced at his sides, fingers scrambling all over his tummy. Taehyung yelped, wriggling away from you. Even though he was half your size, and can easily push you off, he decided to let you have your fun.

In the midst of trying to tickle him, you pressed your palm into his crotch, the action going unnoticed as you straddled him. Taehyung however, noticed it all too well. His eyes widened, and he begged himself not to pop a boner with you sitting right on top of him.

He couldn’t forget it, even after you’ve gone home and it was just a black screen on the TV. He couldn’t forget it even as he was cleaning up, finding himself with warm water running down his back, phone placed by the sink, the echo of a slow saxophone beat filling the room.

The heat and thoughts of your hand wrapped around him, mouth taking in his length, sent blood rushing to his head. Your scent still lingered at the back of his mind, pretty eyes looking up at him through your lashes. Jimin would tease him for jacking off just after the first date. Was it even considered a date? After all, he said ‘hang out.’

Nevertheless, he grunted as he wrapped his hand around himself. Placing a steady hand on the shower wall, he shuddered, teasing himself with slow strokes before getting faster and faster. He closed his eyes and leaned into the wall, drowning himself in the thought of you.

Taehyung let out a groan, bucking into his hand. The warm water poured heavily on him as he slowly got closer to release. Chasing his high was an easy task; his mind was filled with thoughts of you moaning as he buried himself deep in you, the way you’d whimper under him, your breathy whines. Pre-cum was steadily flowing out his dick, his fingers getting sticky from it before the water would wash it away.

He let out low grunts, breaths getting heavier. Almost there. Just as he was about to release, the buzzing of his phone cut through the music. Huffing, he thought twice whether to continue or not, but decided against it. The text might’ve been important, especially since Namjoon hinted towards a promotion last week.

Head still reeling from his self-denied orgasm, he clumsily wiped his hands on the towel, hands still slightly wet. He trudged over to the sink, fumbling with his phone. The water dripping off his hands made it difficult to press the right buttons, and after two times of accidentally exiting to the home screen, he heard a camera snap, accompanied by a flash bouncing off the mirror.

“Shit.”

Taehyung put his phone down, thoroughly wiping his hands off this time. As soon as he deemed them dry enough, he checked his messages – only to come close to fainting.

To [Goddess]: photo sent

The picture was slightly blurry, but clear enough to make out what was going on in it. It was a mirror selfie. The flash did a good job of covering his face and most of his shoulders, but not too much of his lower body. His dick, still hard and even redder then before, stood against his stomach, water still dripping off his body.

To [Goddess]: I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that I swear im not a creep please don’t hate me I fully understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore or if you want to break up with me im so sorry oh my god

To [Goddess]: I mean I assume we’re already together-together?? I don’t know, then again, im so sorry please ignore that picture forever

[Goddess]: seen

Fuck.

He really was the unluckiest guy in the world. The relationship started quickly and ended quickly, all because of a nude. He didn’t even know if he could face you tomorrow when you pick your breakfast up. Fuck indeed.

 On your end, it was definitely a surprise. Shocking? Yes. Unexpected? Definitely – you never would’ve anticipated it from Taehyung. However, unwanted? No. Hard no. As hard as his dick.

He was mouth-watering, a true monster by the sheer size and girth. Your cheeks heated up, tongue flicking over your lips. You clenched your thighs together, trying to seek friction under your flimsy shorts.

You had been snuggled up in bed, a good night text just sent to your possible future boyfriend when he had sent you this gem. You would’ve felt bad for him, the frenzied texts sent immediately after making your heart melt, but you were way too turned on to reply.

The thoughts of his large hands roaming your body, cupping your breasts, distracted you. The thought of him being the dominant one was worth contemplating - if he was, then you’d have no problem switching from time to time. You wanted to ride him, slide down that enormous length. If it looked that big in picture, you couldn’t even imagine its size in the flesh.  

You went to sleep that night tired from the pillow humping, but extremely satisfied with your orgasm. If you only knew Taehyung didn’t get to reach his own, you would’ve laughed; all good things are worth waiting for. You couldn’t wait to have your way with him – he was a strong baby boy, you could tell just from how pliant he was when it came to you.

The reply you typed out was forgotten and left unsent.

 There was no trace of Taehyung the next day. Jungkook was the one to hand over your breakfast, much to your disappointment. No offense to him – you had a soft spot for the kid – but you really wnted to see your starry-eyed boy today.

“Hey where’s Tae?”

Jungkook gave you an uneasy look. Nervously, he glanced towards the back of the room, where the kitchen was. Through the large connecting window, you could see a mop of blue hair weaving in between the metal stands.

“He’s on kitchen duty,” he blurted out, snapping your attention back to him. “I mean, he’s not here. He’s sick. Ask Jimin!”

With that, he chucked the coffee stirrers under the counter and scrambled off. Just as he stepped foot into the kitchen, Jimin went out, mid-yawn in a flour-smeared apron. You smashed the service bell repeatedly. Thank God the café had less people in the morning on Saturdays.

Jimin shot you an exasperated look, begrudgingly trudging over to you. He gave you his best “Employee of the Month” smile. “How may I help you?”

“May I speak to one of your employees at the back?”

“Taehyung is on kitchen duty.”

“Jimin, we both know Taehyung can’t even boil an egg,” you hissed, leaning farther on the counter, your nose almost touching his. Jimin bit his lip – you were right. Why did they even come up with that stupid excuse?

“Okay, fine. As far as I know, he’s beyond humiliated. He thinks you hate him. Ever since this morning, the only thing he’s been talking about is how much he hates his dick.”

You didn’t know whether your heart melted or ached for him. Men, in one way or another, can be adorably stupid and naïve. You tongued your cheek, considering your options. There was the choice of storming in the kitchen right there, right now, to confront Taehyung personally; but you didn’t want that going down your student record, especially since vacation’s just a month away. You muttered a quick thank you, turning to walk back to your dorm.

To [baby boy]: Meet me after your shift. I’ll be staying at my usual spot. Don’t even think of avoiding me.

 Five minutes until the end of his shift, and here Taehyung was; in the bathroom, washing his hands for what will be the fourth time. He was practicing what he was going to say to you, apart from giving himself a tiny pep talk in an attempt to boost his confidence.

Your last text glared at him from the screen. An overwhelming feeling of déjà vu hit him when he found himself in front of the bathroom sink, staring at the mirror again. Three loud knocks on the door made him flinch.

“Lover boy, your girl’s been waiting for you for about two hours now,” Jimin’s voice rang through the other side of the door.

“Just a minute,” The mere thought of him seeing you again just after he sent an unsolicited dick pic made him shiver. Lost in his cluttered thoughts, he didn’t even notice he left the door unlocked.

Jimin pushed open the door, letting out an exasperated sigh when he saw Taehyung looking blankly into the mirror. “For God’s sake, man up and just get it over with.”

When he saw the younger boy’s shoulders slump further, his gaze softened. He didn’t really take Taehyung’s situation seriously, not until he saw how much it upset him.

“Hey,” he walked closer, nudging the tan boy’s elbow. “If she really hated you, she would’ve left an hour ago.”

Taehyung scoffed, though a small smile played on his lips, encouraging Jimin to continue. “We both know ___. If anything, she might’ve thought it was a bit funny. Hell, she might’ve liked it.”

“Hyung!” he was flustered beyond relief, delivering hit upon hit to the older boy. “Don’t say that about her!”

“Just go out there, okay? Sort things out with her.”

He came out in a white undershirt he wore under the cafe’s light beige, long-sleeved uniform. You were down to your third croissant and fourth coffee when he spotted you. The nearer he got, the more he saw cluttered papers spread on he desk, the one you’re working on decorated with different highlighters. Blue for people, yellow for terms, green for dates - you had told him your color legends back then. 

The chair was dragged back, making you flinch in surprise. Taehyung, despite his height, seemed to shrink in his seat. His hands were folded neatly on his lap; you didn’t have to peek under the table to know his legs were spread wide, thick things just barely fitting on the chair space. 

You slid the pastry over to him, capped the highlighter, and melted back into your seat. Your bones let out a satisfying crack when you stretched; Taehyung was right about taking breaks in between study sessions. 

“Hey,” he offered, picking up a fork to lightly stab at the croissant. 

“Are you avoiding me?” His wide eyes met yours, eyebrows knit together. He resorted to lightly scraping at the side of the plate instead. 

“Don’t you find it weird?”

“Find what weird?”

“I don’t know. Maybe how you saw my... thing just hours ago, and now we’re here, pretending everything’s perfectly normal. Don’t you hate me? I literally acted like a fuckboy.”

You snorted, throwing your head back in laughter. He just stared at you in confusion. “No, what the hell? You are the opposite of a fuck boy. And you sent about ten apology texts right after. I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”

“So you’re not mad?” He leaned forward, mouth brought into a pout. Pinching his cheek lovingly, you chuckled. 

“No. We can just pretend it never happened,” You winked, quoting his words from the cola incident. He quickly recognized them, groaning from more embarrassment. 

“Why do you do this to me?” he moaned, but didn’t pull away from your touch. “Is this the karma I get because of that WatchMojo list?”

“You did get it from a WatchMojo list!” you gasped, chucking him a highlighter - which he caught with no problem. “Talk about top ten anime betrayals.”

The atmosphere seemed to relax after that. Taehyung finally began eating the croissant, much to your doting. He sat up straight in his chair, compelled by the need to impress you, while also giving out a “no big deal” attitude. 

The conversation shifted to your current situation at university. You couldn’t resist telling him about your history professor - Mr. Min and his seemingly endless collection of ties, plus rumors of his friends-with-benefits relationship with Mr. Jung, the biology teacher in the next building. 

“Wait but, oh my God, I think he’s actually cool? We were going to watch a film for the whole period, and he accidentally clicked on the wrong thing. And guess what?”

“What?” Taehyung’s eyes were wide like a kid’s in a toy shop.

“It was his mixtape! I swear it was! The guy rapping sounded exactly like him.”

“No way! Isn’t this guy, what, thirty?” He crinkled his nose in disbelief. You waved him to move closer. getting your phone out to show him the video evidence you secretly took. Even if you filmed the whole thing in plain sight, Mr. Min would’ve been too busy frantically pulling every extension cord to notice.

Scrolling through your gallery with Taehyung by your side, you froze, spotting a fresh, all too familiar picture just before the video. You skipped a beat, before swiftly tapping on the video, careful not to tap the nude you saved. Hopefully, Taehyung didn’t see it, the singular picture sitting among other pictures of lectures and notes. 

You pretended to concentrate hard on the video, as if it was the most interesting thing you’ve ever watched. Taehyung leaned closer, his broad chest pressing against a part of your back. You could feel his breath fanning over your neck, the feeling doubling each time he laughed. In a way, it assured you he didn’t see anything. You sunk back into him, trying to get more comfortable.

“He isn’t bad,” he murmured. From the black spaces on the screen, you met his brown eyes, a sultry look hiding behind the mischievous crinkles. You gulped, nervousness starting to crawl its way back in. 

As soon as the video stopped, you locked your phone and shoved it back in your bag. “I just remembered, we actually have a test tomorrow so I better go-”

“Can I come with you?” You stared at Taehyung, mouth hung open. He had a serious expression on, emotions unreadable behind his piercing gaze. “I could help you review.”

“That... wouldn’t be necessary. I could really do it myself. Plus, you look tired and I think you should re-”

“No. I insist,” His lips curled into a smile, almost daring. He leaned closer, lips just centimeters away from your ear. “I think we need to talk some more.”

The ding of the elevator signaled you it was already your floor. Thank God Seulgi was out for a group project tonight. The history test was partly a lie; you definitely remembered, but had already reviewed. Miraculously, you managed to get your sleep schedule under control, while also studying everything you needed to study. Taehyung would be proud.

Speaking of, he has now claimed his spot on your couch, less than gracefully plopping down. At least he had the decency to leave his shoes neatly by the coat rack. 

“So, what’s your topic?” You laid your notebooks down on the table, the post-it notes wedged between the pages almost falling out. You set the table up first, Taehyung’s question dissolving into thin air. Instead, he resorted to flipping through some of the pages, gnawing on his lips with each bit of information he took in. 

“That’s a lot,” His whisper didn’t leave unnoticed. You perked up, flashing him a mocking grin. “I thought you said you insisted?”

Immediately, his face burned red, resembling that of a child whenever he throws a tantrum. “I did! It’s just a lot, okay? Even I don’t take this much notes. How many pens do you go through in a day?”

You rolled your eyes, picked up your self-made flashcards - which really were just small, index cards scrawled on with gel pen - and handed them to Taehyung. “Quiz me with dates first, then we’ll work our way through important people and events.”

He fumbled with the cards for a while, taking a brief glance on each of them, before straightening them out and facing the “answer” sides of the cards away from you. “Great Depression?”

Your pace in answering was pretty quick, so in order to trick him into thinking you’ve just memorized it, you had to slow down, throw a few “uhm’s” and “hm’s”. There were times you’d get a question wrong on purpose to make the act more believable. 

Slowing down the pace wasn’t too difficult too. He was so distracting, in a way. He couldn’t be doing anything and he’d still be the most attractive person in the room. His hair fell lightly by his brows, cheeks full and glowing like his sun-kissed skin. The shirt he wore was a size too large for him, the neckline dipping just above his chest, showing his parts of his collarbones. 

The mass of index cards was thinning out when a particular question snapped you out of your daze.

“What was that picture in your gallery?” Taehyung’s eyes were trained on you, the flashcards still in his hand. You prayed you weren’t blushing right now.

“What picture?”

“The picture. You know what I’m talking about,” His serious expression slowly cracked, a smile coming through, along with a darkening gaze in his eyes. “You saved the picture I sent, didn’t you?”

Before you could think twice about it, you had chucked him a pillow, Taehyung effortlessly dodging it. “No! No, I didn’t! What the hell, Tae?”

Instead, his grin grew wider. He threw the cards on the table, and began crawling near you. You shuffled farther back into the couch, one of the armrests eventually hitting your back. He had you pinned down. 

“I saw it, ___. Don’t even deny it,” He licked his lips, the stupid smirk still on his face. “You liked the picture, didn’t you, ___?”

His voice was low, eyes piercing into your very soul. Instead of replying, you slipped a hand around his nape, bringing him closer then smashing your lips together. His lips felt like cotton on yours, and you treated them as such, licking the soft flesh to ask for permission. 

He parted his lips, granting you access. You let yourself explore the cavern of his mouth, engaging his tongue in a battle of dominance. Naturally, he let you win. You drew back for a split second, only to say, “Little brat.”

You heard him snicker, before connecting your lips once more. You wrapped a leg around his waist, bringing him closer to you. Your hands busied themselves by tangling them in his hair. In all the haze of the steamy kiss, you felt him growing under his pants. 

You pressed your foot more forcefully against him, making his crotch press into yours. The uncomfortableness of his jeans could be felt by how hard his cock was straining against it. You wrapped your other leg around him, then brought your lower half up, grinding straight into his erection. 

He groaned into the kiss, pulling away only to focus on your neck. He left a trail of love bites, hues of purple and blue, coming from your jawline to the base of your neck. You continued grinding into him, with slow, hard rolls of your hips. His head lolled downwards, slotting into the curve of your neck. His increasingly heavy pants could be heard, no matter how hard he tried to conceal them under the guise of nipping on your neck.

A light sheen of sweat was starting to cover you. The leather of the couch felt sticky on your skin, but it felt too good to pull away from. You allowed yourself to let out only a few long, groans, careful not to show him how much you’re loving this.

Your panties already felt soaked. The button of his jeans would get caught in the thin material of your shorts, rubbing against your clit. You jerked into him, borderline humping his boner. 

Somehow, you still had your presence of mind, and you had to remind yourself to calm down. Shakily planting your feet on any flat surface you could feel, you pulled your hips away from him, eliciting a whine from the boy. 

“You look uncomfortable there, sweetheart,” you said, hands working to unbuckle his belt. You took it off, unbuttoning his jeans too. Instead of releasing him already, you slid your hand in his boxers, squeezing the rock-hard length lightly. He screwed his eyes shut, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. 

Your other hand pushed at his chest, steering him into a new position. He sat on the couch, feet planted on the ground while your straddled him. You brought your hips down again, his boxers being the only material separating you from his cock. 

“Help me get this off, baby,” You murmured, about to shrug your shirt off. He shed you off the material at once, flinging it to the side. Then, he started grabbing at your shorts, running his hands around your ass too. With two, swift tugs, your shorts were pooling at you knees. 

As soon as he got them off, he grabbed at your hips, forcing you to grind on his clothed cock again. You slid one of your hands from his hair, touching the broad expanse of his chest, his toned stomach, until you reached his boxers. You slipped your hand, fingers wrapping around his cock, making him gasp into your mouth.

You gave him a couple light strokes, before pressing your hand flat against the head of his cock, then digging your palm into him. He threw his head back in a groan, grip getting looser on your hips until he was back in his original position, head buried in your neck. 

The room felt hotter, more humid even. Taehyung’s hair began to stick to his forehead the more he leaned into your touch. The picture wasn’t lying to - even without seeing him yet, you already knew he was big. His girth alone made it difficult for you to wrap your fingers around the entirety of him. 

Each jerk of his hips into your palm sent more pre-cum dripping out his cock. You angled your hand a little so that you could thumb lightly at his slit, spreading the pre-cum over the head. He was leaking so much that a wet patch started to form on his boxers. You knew the wet fabric sticking to his skin might make him uncomfortable, but you waited before making him take it off. You wanted him to suffer for a bit.

After letting him grind himself into your palm, you switched tactics and instead, gripped the base of his cock, jerking him off rapidly. His whines sent shivers down your spine, made you gush more into your already ruined panties. 

More pre-cum dripped down his cock, coating his entire length. It was easy for you to tug on his cock, but you didn’t want to make him come yet. You retracted your hand, wiping off the slick on his sweat-covered chest. “Take it off.”

He almost fell off the couch in his eagerness to get the fabric off. By the time he did, the mess in his pants was on full display. His cock sprung into his stomach, twitching when air hit it. There was pre-cum reaching until the top of his thighs, smeared all over the area surrounding his dick. 

“Do you want me to clean that up for you?” You purred into his ear. A choked sob made its way out of his abused lips while he profusely nodded. “Sit properly, my messy baby.”

Taehyung got off you, sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide. You placed yourself on the floor, kneeling before him. With one hand, you grasped his leaking cock, licking a strip from his balls up to the tip. He sighed out in relief when you licked the tip, before taking in the head of his cock. 

You sucked hard on his cock, the bitter taste of pre-cum filling your taste buds. He shuddered at the feeling of your warm mouth around him, tongue pressing firmly against his cock. A sudden jerk of his hips sent his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

Gagging, you slapped the inside of his thigh harshly. He whined, murmuring a quick apology. You rolled your eyes at him, sinking farther down his cock, until your nose nestled between his fine hairs.

You trailed your nails down his thighs, trying your best to relax your throat. Taehyung was taking in big gulps of breath, arousal flooding him when he saw you innocently looking back at him. “Baby, can I fuck your mouth?”

You hummed in approval, guiding his hands to your hair. With a tight grip, he pushed your head firmly against his pubic bone, before holding you in place and thrusting deep into your mouth. 

He hit the back of your throat each time he bucked his hips towards you. His head was thrown back, swimming in pleasure. A wanton of moans filled the room, along with your lewd gagging. His fingertips burned at your scalp, grip so tight his knuckles turned white. 

Desire coursed through your veins. You could faintly feel your essence dripping down your thighs, your fingers itching to insert themselves into your throbbing pussy. However, you wanted to focus on the writhing boy in front of you for now. 

He felt so big - was so big.  You could feel him down your throat, cock squeezing through the tight confines. Saliva trailed down your mouth as you dig your nails into the soft flesh of his thighs.

“Ah! A-ah fuck! You feel so good,” His thrusts were turning sloppy, the need to come burning at the pit of his stomach. He gritted his teeth in an attempt to hold his release, chest heaving slowly, a pleading look in his eyes once he stared down at you. “Can I, please?”

In response, you swallowed around him, sending him headfirst into his orgasm. Hot spurts of his cum shot down your throat, the rest falling on your lips when he pulled out. You coughed a little, before licking your lips and swallowing the remaining drops of his cum. Finally, you released your grip from his thighs, admiring the red marks left on the tan skin.

His thighs were still quivering, breath shaky. Taehyung was still reeling from his orgasm, giving you an opportunity to sit yourself on his thighs, hands placed on his chest. “Hm, this looks like a nice spot.”

Taehyung didn’t have time to respond before he felt your hot mouth on his chest, sucking and nibbling on the skin. He whined, but placed his hands on your ass nonetheless. Once you were satisfied, you pulled away to admire your work - a purplish mark sitting nicely above his collarbone.

“You didn’t get to cum,” He pouted almost cutely at you. Chuckling, you re-positioned yourself so you were sitting with his thigh between your legs. You brought your hips down, clit brushing against his thigh. “Don’t worry, I will.”

With his strength gradually coming back, he flexed his thigh, providing you a firmer surface to grind on. Your arousal coated his thigh, making it easier to buck your hips into him. His hands were still on your ass, helping you ride his thighs. 

You brought your lips against his again, puling him in for an open-mouthed kiss. You moaned into his mouth, his tongue finding its way into yours. 

Suddenly, you gasped; Taehyung slipped two fingers into your wet pussy, arching the long digits to rub against your g-spot. You groaned, increasing your pace and begun bouncing up and down his thigh. 

He thrust his fingers in, reaching spots so deep inside you, shooting sparks through you. One of your legs brushed his already hardening cock, making him flinch in overstimulation. The action caused him to draw his thigh away, cutting you off from your pleasure.

Abruptly, you stopped. You tugged his head back and forced his jaw open, spitting inside his mouth. He swallowed it immediately, big eyes looking back at you in arousal and slight fear. “Stay still or else I’ll grind my foot into your pathetic little cocklet.”

The movement was fast, just from the corner of your eye, but you caught it. His dick had twitched. The moment you put two-on-two together, you smirked down at him. He bit hard down his bottom lip, relishing your words. 

Of course you didn’t mean it. Obviously, he was nowhere near having a cocklet, but his reaction pushed you to kept going. If he wanted to feel small, you’ll make him feel small. “Dumb baby. The only thing you know is to fuck, right? Can’t even control your fucking cock. Much less stay still for me. You’re just such a needy bitch, huh?”

This time, he let out a long groan. Tears threatened to fall from the corners of his eyes. He was babbling, didn’t have enough presence of mind to form a coherent sentence. “Mouth... My mouth- baby- pl-please. C-Cum.”

“You have to use your big boy words, honey.”

He took a deep breath, mouth slack for a few moments. A strained moan made its way through his lips. “P-Please cum on my face?”

“You have to try better than that,” You sighed, feigning indifference. With another whine, he said, “Please, mommy, please cum on my face. I want mommy to feel good. I want to taste mommy please.”

“Lie on the floor.”

He scrambled on his feet, in a rush to lie down on the cold, hard surface. He grimaced at first when the cool marble hit his skin, but all discomfort he had melted off when you settled both knees on either side of his head. You knelt facing his cock. “Use your mouth.”

You lowered your hips, letting your pussy meet his lips. He lapped at your wetness, licking in between your labia, underneath your clit. He latched his lips onto the sensitive nub, sucking hard on it. His hands were wrapped around your thighs, bringing you closer to him. 

Your hands clutched at his hair. You could feel the coil in your stomach about to snap, with only one strong lick from his skillful mouth pushing you over the edge. 

You cried out, thighs spasming, clenching his head against your pussy. You leaned over, grasping his cock and tugging on it harshly. He jerked away from your touch, but your grip was strong. He choked on his sobs as you milked his cock, a smaller amount of cum spurting out his dick. 

You slumped down next to him, both of you panting hard. Taehyung’s tears were freely flowing, every part of him a mess. Some of your cum was still scattered over his face, his cum equally a mess on his thighs and on your hand. His hair was in tangles, lips red from how much you abused them.

“You’re very scary and mean during sex,” He said in a small voice, though his tone was teasing. You looked at him, a small smile on his face. “I liked it.”

You chuckled, gaining your breath back. “Hey,” you touched his forearm. “Let’s go to my room, okay? There’s a proper bed there you can lie down on.”

After you got him a glass of water, you ran a bath in the small tub you had. The bathroom that came with the dorm was small, but one of the only ones that had a tub in it. It was easy to say it was one of your most prized possessions. You mixed the last of your bubble bath formula in, and went back to fetch Taehyung. 

When you got to him, he was huddled under the blankets. Light snores came from his still figure. You nudged him lightly, shaking him awake. “Baby? The bath’s ready.” 

He looked groggily up you before nodding. You held his arm, supporting some of his weight. 

He sighed in relief once the warm water touched his skin. You placed yourself in front of him, leaning onto his chest. You both closed your eyes, feeling yourself relax more in the bath, with each other. You were pressed closely to him, his arms around you. 

“I didn’t go too far, or anything?” You murmured. You were honestly worried you did because he was in such a haze when you were walking him towards the bathroom. 

He hummed, sending vibrations at the top of your head. “It was amazing, promise. You were amazing. And it felt really good.”

“Thank God. I thought I might’ve scared away my potential boyfriend,” He let out  deep chuckle, chest rumbling. 

“I’m not that easy to get rid off, baby. Wait- I’m your boyfriend now? Am I?” His face lit up, mouth in his signature boxy smile. You nodded your head, sporting a wide grin of your own. He did a little fist pump before taking your cheeks in his hands and peppering them with kisses. “I love you so much.”

The morning after, Jimin noticed an unusual glow emqanating from Taehyung. He had the same love-dovey look on his face, only amped up by a hundred. He left his things at the locker room, humming a small song as he smoothed out his uniform. 

“You look especially... dreamy today,” Jimin said to him, two macchiatos in his hand. He shrugged, continuing to work the coffee machines. “I guess you worked things out with ___?”

“Things worked out very well for us,” He set the coffee cups on the tray, along with a some pasta and a sandwich. He picked the tray up, smiling back at Jimin. “You could say did she liked the picture.”

It was one of the rare days you didn’t wake up late. Taehyung had prepared you breakfast while you got ready, and you left for university and work together. Seulgi was, thankfully, still not at home, but she sent you text saying she spent the night over at her group mate’s house. 

If Taehyung remembered it correctly, you were supposed to have History by now. He smiled, knowing you’ll effortlessly ace the exam - thanks to his help of course. 

He finished drying the rest of the plates when his phone buzzed. He excused himself to the employee’s washroom before unlocking it to see a message from you. 

It looked like you were in a bathroom stall. You were wearing your shirt, but your nipples were visibly peeking through the material, stretched ridiculously tight over your boobs. “Thinking of you. Finished the test early.” Your next messaged read.

He gulped. He may not be getting the Employee of the Month award after all, not with how much time he is about to spend in the washroom. 

[eponinemylove]

les amis in high school!

okay so this idea came out of nowhere and bodyslammed me in the middle of lunch and it’s my civic duty to now share it with all of you!

Enjolras is... how you say... chaotic. He is either a teacher’s absolute favorite or the bane of their existence, and there is no in between

Despite his alarming number of detentions, referrals, and likewise complaints, principal JVJ never suspends him

superintendent Javert is trying to build a case against JVJ to have him removed from that position bc he suspects that he isn’t handling disciplinary actions appropraitely. It drives him fucking crazy that he can’t because there’s no teachers or staff who have anything bad to say about JVJ, and somehow people in high positions keep... vouching for him?

it shouldn’t be possible for JVJ to have that many convenient friends in just the right place to block the investigation, but he does and they all swear he’s a good honest man and is the only competent principal, ever. also he managed to save their ass one time or another and stopped them from getting fired sooo

ANYWAYS back to the amis

Enjolras is what Javert and the school APs like to call a problem child. He will rage at every injustice he sees, systematic or otherwise, which is to say, a fuckton. He starts protests, organizes walkouts, does sit-ins in the cafeteria, and has exactly 0 qualms about tearing a teacher/administrator a new one

He meets the other amis in detention

Joly is there because an AP saw jbm showing (minimal!! barely any) PDA and lost her fucking shit, screaming about how innapropriate they were being. Musichetta is in it for cussing out the AP right back and demanding that she apologize to her boyfriends. Bossuet is actually there for like 3 different things (one of which is just bc he got way too many tardies and got an automatic detention) but the AP didn’t check and sent him anyways, even though he was already going that day. He’s just always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Combeferre got detention bc he was a sarcastic little shit to a kid and the teacher overhead (the kid deserved it tho). Also he helps Enj organize/conduct the sit-ins and stuff, so he’s guilty by association

Same for Coufreyac, but he’s also too loud/talkative/hyperactive in class and ends up getting in trouble with the teachers

Bahorel and eponine both got in (different) fights that day. Eponine never actually gets detention though so that was pretty much her only interaction with the group

Jehan’s teacher thought he “wasn’t paying attention” in class and being “intentionally unresponsive”. Homeboy was really just overstimulated and couldn’t concentrate properly on the reading, but what can you do

Feuilly absolutely doesn’t deserve to be in detention as much as he is. He’s really tired from work and school and so he misses a couple of assignments and occasionally skips his last class so that he can go home and shower/rest before his shift. That’s literally the only reason he’s in detention. Other than that he’s a great student except for the part where he always joins Enjolras in his demonstrations. No one has caught him yet and connected it, otherwise he’d probably be in detention for that too

Also, Grantaire is just always in detention. He sits in the back and usually doesn’t say much, if anything, to anyone besides Joly, Musichetta, and Bousset. Enj thinks that he has it for the entire year, but he’s not even sure how that’s possible. Enjolras starts a new protest every week and even he hasn’t managed that. He doesn’t ask.

After that key first meeting of everyone in detention, the amis get along way too well and decide to start a “club”. Basically it’s just them meeting after school and complaining about everything the APs and teachers do wrong, strategizing, and organizing their protests. 

The APs refuse to accept their club. Enjolras gets shut down in like .5 seconds

BUT eponine suggests that they take it to JVJ, and so they do. JVJ approves it, and the club stays. They name it Les Amis d’lABC (obv)

Marius accidentally joints the club. Courfreyac has been begging him to come to a meeting and he honestly thinks that it’s SGA. He almost books it as soon as he meets Enjolras, but at this point he’s too embarrassed and so he just decides to join. Enjolras doesn’t like him very much but he’s Courf’s friend and also he’s dating JVJ’s niece, so.

Speaking of, Cosette comes one meeting because Marius does, and oh my god, they love her. Everyone is so confused as to how she’s dating someone like Marius (he’s not that bad!) but they don’t say anything

Seriously though, she’s great. She’s so funny and kind and she’s full of amazing ideas that help their plans. Even Enjolras adores her

Anyways the Amis fuck a bunch of shit up for administration bc they’re not doing their jobs and also the amis all have issues with authority (Javert is pissed)

So at this point y’all are thinking that Enjolras is pretty much a teacher’s worst nightmare, right?

WRONG

It’s Grantaire

Grantaire is infamous among teachers. They tremble at the sight of him. He will start shit just to start shit. It’s amusing to him. He’ll argue with the teachers over anything, the most random shit, and derail the entire class. God help you if he ever gets bored, because that’s when he makes the most mischief.

The thing is though... every time he’s being an asshole and arguing with the teacher about something... he always has a point. That’s the most infuriating part for them

Like, it’s not because he actually cares about the curriculum or policy or loophole that he noticed, because he doesn’t. But he’ll point it out and debate it because he’s antagonistic and this is fun, and he’ll always have valid reasoning and a legit point. Teachers start to think he’s planning this out, but he’s literally not. He just notices all these failings and he strings them together but doesn’t actually say anything about it until he has nothing better to do. And the teachers can’t even really argue because he’s right!! That shouldn’t be happening, or that doesn’t make any sense. Damn it, R, I don’t know why, don’t you talk to Principal ValJean?

When he’s not arguing with teachers, which is rare, he actually gets along pretty good with them. He knows at least 3 by name, and all his teachers call him R. He’s a good student (academically), too. He does amazing in all his classes, excluding math and science (which is basically just Math with explosions), even though he never seems to be paying any attention in class. Like, he’ll literally sleep through a lesson or just completely do his own thing, but he’ll get an A on the test and all his homework gets handed in on time and it’s actually well thought out and written

Most of his teachers hate him, but they can’t do anything about it because he’s right, he’s just really obnoxious. His math and English teacher love him though, and are always talking to him after class and in the halls

Enjolras hears about R a lot, mostly from disgruntled students and staff. He can’t figure out who this kid is but he sounds perfect. He overhead a senior complaining about him in her history class because R called the teacher out for sending a girl home for her ripped jeans. R stood up on the desk wearing the same ripped jeans and went on a rant about how sexist that policy was and how her outfit distracted no one and was not a problem, but the teacher was, and now he was disrupting her education, and he’s a sexist prick, etc etc. Apparently the entire class joined in and nothing got done all period and now they all have 10+ pages of homework and didn’t get the review for the test tomorrow. The teacher agreed to push it back for their period, but R got an automatic F and the senior girl is pissed because now she has 3 tests that day and no time to study and do all the extra homework

Enjolras swoons

He tells the Amis about it after school and Courf laughs so hard he’s wheezing. Everyone is in complete support of R and Enj says something about how they should recruit him for their club

Musichetta says she’ll ask him if he wants to come but Courf said he probably won’t

Enjolras loses his shit because “You guys know him?? Can I meet him???”

Everyone is so confused

“Enj, you’ve met Grantaire. Didn’t you take Spanish with him freshman year or something? And you’re always in detention with him??”

Enjolras feels like the biggest idiot ever because of course R is Grantaire. He’s a dumbass

Meanwhile Grantaire has been harboring the biggest crush on Enj for the last 2 years but Enjolras can’t (seemingly) stand him for the most part and he actually doesn’t get along with him that well so he’s resigned himself to Oh well, I guess I’ll just drool over him in detention

Enjolras just has a killer RBF, he doesn’t hate Grantaire at all and is mortified when he finds out what R had assumed

Anyway Grantaire joins their stupid club even though he doesn’t actually care that much. He argues a lot with Enjolras just to be a dick (poor Enj is so confused bc he knows Grantaire doesn’t agree with the side of the arguement he’s taking so why) but, again, he brings up a couple of good points as annoying as they are

Ok I’m going to stop here let me know if y’all want a part 2

[melonoverlord]

the 50 qs for the goofy drama zip zap boi

Their age?

16

Their sexuality/sexual preference?

Bisexual

Any siblings/Only child?

He has two siblings, one older sister (Judith) who he’d sell his soul to Satan for, and one younger brother (Reuben) who he’d sell to Satan. Jk, he loves Benny but sometimes he is too much to handle. They are all separably vying for “Most Extra Spiegelmann” Award

Their favourite season?

Winter. His goal every year is to make the tallest snowman with Ashi.

Who were/are their parents/guardians?

His parents were Henry and Antonia, and were pretty good parents to all of them and always encouraged him to be himself, but when Judith disappeared and it didn’t really seem like she had run away because Daniel told the police that she never had a problem at home, but like pre-teens did, sometimes have arguments with her mom and dad (mainly related that Judith wanted to go out and stay out with her friends), they were tried and arrested for child abduction and murder and now Daniel and Reuben officially live with their Great Aunt Theresa, but when Daniel’s boss entered the picture, he paid Daniel’s aunt to have unofficial custody over the boys as long as he paid college education and living expenses for them.

Their gender?

Male

Their date of birth?

September 15, 2002

What clothing style?

Usually gray jeans and t-shirts of either shows he’s been in or the stupid graphic tees you get at target. In his work, his boss has been trying to make sure he dresses better and is now starting to wear either sweaters or button ups with slacks. He doesn’t like that very much.

What is their favourite food after a break-up?

Butterscotch cookies from a bakery in Downtown Grand Rapids. They would know him by name.

Their favourite thing to do after a break-up?

Listen to every single musical or Disney love song and cry while eating chocolate chip ice cream. It hurts his tummy afterwards but it helps to focus on an upset tummy than a broken heart.

What happens in the ‘honeymoon phase’ for this character?

The kid will be broke because he’s always trying to buy gifts based on what you said you liked that one time. He’ll also always be with you and giving you cuddles and holding your hand and say “I found this flower, it reminded me of you.”

How many serious relationships have they been in?

None. He always had eyes for Ashi and didn’t know whether she liked him back.

What is their nationality?

American, though his family came from Poland in the 1930s.

What languages do they speak?

English, Hebrew, and Polish.

What is their profession/Education?

He was taught in Michigan for most of his life in both regular public school and then Hebrew school, and now he’s on a hiatus on school while he works, but still takes classes online at the local city college.

Their favourite comfort food?

Chocolate milkshakes. He’ll drink like five in an hour. Who cares if he’s lactose intolerant.

What’s a food they hate?

Tomatoes. They’re too squishy.

Their music taste?

Alternative rock or musical theatre. He’s honestly a fan of anything except country. Fuck country.

Is there a story behind their name/meaning?

Daniel’s a king in the bible, and Henry wanted to have a strong son that could make their family proud.

Something they do that seems childish to others?

When he gets overstimulated, whether happy or sad, he starts to cry. He once cried because he couldn’t finish an exam on time. He still got a B+ but he cried.

What is their all-time favourite TV show?

Mythbusters. They way they just *clenches fist* bust those myths. He also really likes anything with Gordon Ramsey because he’s funny.

What is their all-time favourite movie?

He’s a super big fan of the Indiana Jones movies, particularly The Last Crusade. His favorite part is where Indy and his dad set the room on fire.

How big is their family?

Originally it was him, Judith, Benny, and his parents, but now it’s him, Benny, techinically Great Aunt Theresa? And kinda his boss.

Are they close to anyone specific in the family?

He was extremely close to Judith when they were younger. He would say she was his best friend and she would come to his theatre performances when his parents had work. Now that she’s gone, he’s close(ish) to Benny, but they have a lot of tension from Benny just wanting his freedom and Daniel wanting to be a brother instead of a parent.

Have they got any allergies?

Bees and mosquitoes. He gets severe reactions from any bug bites that camping anywhere is kind of off the table.

Are they an emotional person?

Yes, but he tries to keep it under control and do whatever he’s being told to do. But the kid definitely feels the highs and lows 

Do they get angry/lose their temper quickly?

He’s got a lot of reasons to be angry, but he knows he has to hold it together for Benny (and Ashi). So he just waits until he’s alone and then he cries.

What are some of their guilty pleasures?

Playing video games for hours on end, talking to his pet gerbil Madonna, and writing out letters to Ashi that he can’t send so he keeps under his mattress at home.

Do they have pets? Do they want pets?

He has his pet gerbil Madonna that he and Benny watch over.

Do they like kids? Do they want kids/have kids?

He’s alright with kids, but he couldn’t handle another right now since he’s kind of the sole caretaker of Reuben.

Who’s cuddle buddy are they?

It used to be Judith’s and Ashi’s, but now it’s just Benny, which Benny absolutely hates. He squirms out of every hug that Daniel tries to give him.

Do they have any tattoos?

Nope, baby’s afraid of needles.

Do they have any piercings?

No, for the same reasons.

What is their hair colour? Is it their natural colour?

Dark blonde. He dyed the ends of it to a blue when he was fourteen, and Benny and Ashi both immediately agreed they hated it, so he cut it off.

Do they like musicals?

He loves musicals. He’s been participating in community theatre since he was around seven or eight (he had his first starring role as Gavroche in Les Miserables) and listens to musicals to calm himself down from panic attacks.

Do they like marmite?

He doesn’t say it to anything, but he actually likes it on toast. He doesn’t eat it that often because nearly everyone on his team hates it, but he enjoys it on the downlow.

Do they like glitter?

He has a glitter folder that he puts his sheet music in. He likes anything flashy and shiny.

Do they believe in the supernatural?

Mothman is real and you can’t convince him otherwise.

Have they ever seen a dead body?

He’s been lucky enough not to, but he’s worried that one of these days in the line of work he’s doing, he’s going to either see a dead body or 

be 

the dead body

Have they ever had a near-death experience?

He’s had plenty of near death experiences, a lot of them by his own doing. He once was about 20 feet from splatting on the pavement because he teleported too late.

Have they ever broken a bone?

Despite his general disregard for safety, Daniel is lucky that he’s never broken a bone. He almost broke his tailbone when he fell off a tree when he was fourteen, but he just had the air knocked out of him.

What are they like when they’re drunk/what kind of drunk are they?

He’d be the flirty drunk who just says he loves you so much. He’s also the one that forgets that you’re dating, so when you say you’re taken he starts crying.

Have they ever drunk underage?

Nah, his faith is pretty strict about drinking for funsies.

What is the first thing they do when they wake up?

Go to water his plants in his room. He has a fern named Patricia.

Do they consider themselves popular?

He’s had friends here and there mostly through theatre, but in his mind having Ashi was enough. It didn’t really set in how much he was lonely until she left.

How do they like their tea/coffee?

With as much sugar dumped in. Think you added enough sugar? No, add more.

What do they smell like?

Apple cologne, hazelnut, and pinewood candles.

Are they a virgin?

Yes, he’s only had one kiss and that was a stage kiss for Rent. He played Roger.

Do they wear glasses/contacts?

He wears contacts because he doesn’t like anything crowding around his eyes. He likes his Flicker mask because it actually covers the whole face rather than just his eyes and he can focus on outside stuff.

Are they good at remembering significant dates? Anniversaries, birthdays etc?

He’s good when it comes to Benny and Ashi, but completely abysmal when it comes to himself or other people’s. He once forgot a staff meeting with his team until they were literally at his doorstep politely demanding to come in.