#shes in college to do something fancy i can never remember the name of. shes gonna go to europe to work. and i was just like. you and me are

[haemosexuality]

i hate it when people ask me about school so much

[flippinpancakes64]

hey can i request romantic moments between cullens and reader? btw i love your works🫶🏻

Romantic moments with the Cullens

Thank you so much! I think I’ll always be shocked whenever anyone says they like what I do so thank you.

And this one was a lot of fun to make! I did get a bit carried away at some points tho… I tried a new form of writing for me so hopefully it's good

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

You and Edward had been dating for almost two years now

You were about to graduate high school, your first time and his 100th

You had talked about doing so many things to memorialize your senior year

A scrapbook, a picture every day, a custom t-shirt

Literally everything

But you just kept forgetting

Between all of the stress of moving into your final year, saving up for college, working your part-time job, and all of your extracurriculars, fun stuff just slipped your mind

And now you were helping Alice set up for your graduation party and you’re realizing just how empty the place is

Not that there aren’t decorations, which there definitely are, it’s just nothing you wanted

The place was covered in black and gold and your favorite color

There were piles of your favorite foods

But then you looked at the empty table where all of your mementos are supposed to go

You have everything you technically need

Your baby pictures, all of your awards, your school picture from every year, and your acceptance letter to your future college

But it was still missing something, all of those little projects you had been wanting to do so badly but simply didn't

You turned away from your sad little table tucked away in a corner of the Cullen house when you see Edward standing in the doorway

He's carrying a huge box in his hands, stuff overflowing from the top

"Edward, what is all of that? Don't tell me it's more streamers, we don't have room. Unless you want to cover the entire house in them-"

"Shh. It's not streamers I promise. It's for you. I promise you'll love it."

He sets the box down on your memento table and instantly you recognize it all

The wooden box with your name on the side carved in fancy cursive lettering holds everything you wanted

You pull out a leather-bound journal, opening it reveals picture upon picture of you from every single day that year

Next is a basic white shirt, but scribbled all over it are signatures and notes from all of your friends and your favorite teachers

Underneath that is a framed picture of your senior parking spot, though it looks like Edward redrew it because you don't remember yours looking this good

In the bottom of the box lies a Build-a-Bear of your favorite animal dressed in a little cap and gown

You were speechless. He remembered every single thing that you wanted, all of your dreams that you forgot to fulfill, and he did them for you

"I have so many questions, but for right now just come here and give me a kiss"

"Gladly!"

Alice:

Today was your one-year anniversary of being turned into a vampire

And for your surprise, Alice decided she would take you to do something that you had always told her you wanted to do

Sit on the bottom of the deep end of the pool

And naturally, Alice went all out

You were out at the store with Esme when you got a call from Alice telling you to put on the clothes she laid out on your bed and to go into the backyard when you got home

To say you were confused would be an understatement

But you did it anyway

After you and Esme got home and you helped her bring in the new couch she bought, you trekked up to yours and Alice's shared room

Laying on your bed was a swimsuit that you had never seen before

It was your favorite color and it was adorned with jewels

Queasily, you wondered if they were real diamonds

Fake or not, you were still careful pulling it on

Of course it fit like a glove did you expect anything else

You walk out the back door and you see Alice sitting next to the pool, the sun reflecting off of her shiny skin with a big smile on her face

In her lap there was a small bag that was zipped tightly shut

"Okay, what's all this?"

"Well, remember when you were still human and you used to tell me all the time how all you wanted was to just go to the bottom of the pool and take a nap down there?"

"So that's what all this is? I can't even sleep anymore"

"Oh shush I know that, of course I have something else planned"

With that, she grabs the bag and dives headfirst into the pool

You can see her bright purple bikini as she makes her way to the bottom of the pool only stopping once she's 12 feet deep

You hesitate as you're about to follow her

You know that logically you'll be fine, but a human part still exists somewhere inside of you

Swallowing back your fear, you jump in, swimming down to the bottom to join Alice

"You don't need to hold your breath, silly. Go ahead, let it out"

You didn't even realize you were holding your breath

"Now, for the main event. Since it's your anniversary, I figured we could have a nice romantic dinner down here."

With that, she pulls out a small battery operated candle and flicks it on, the water above making it just barely dark enough for the candle to be visible

Next, she pulls out two pouches that have screw-on lids

"What is that?"

"Blood, of course. Fresh from the moose I caught this morning."

She hands you one, and underneath the pressure of the warm water, huddled around your little candle, you have the most romantic dinner of your life

Jasper:

To be honest, you were having a terrible week

You completely forgot about a really important essay that you needed for one of your AP classes, your favorite shirt got eaten by the washing machine, and now, your friends cancelled on you last minute when you were all supposed to go to the fair

You were sitting on your bed, still dressed in the outfit you were going to wear for the day, staring down at the text message from your friends

And you just started sobbing

It was too much

Jasper was downstairs at the time, he could feel your creeping sadness, but when your tears erupted, he knew he had to step in

He flew up the steps and stopped just outside of your door

He knocked and waited until you permitted him to come in

"What happened?"

"My friends... what are the chances that all four of them had something come up so suddenly? Do they hate me? I bet they do..."

He just took your hand and crept his ability into your mind, easing your sadness at least a little

When your sniffling finally came to an end, he grabbed your face to look at him

"Do you still want to go? To the fair, I mean"

You just looked at him shocked

"But, Jasper, you hate being out in public. I would never ask that of you"

"That's why you're not asking, I'm offering. Come on, let's go"

With that he pulls you out to the car and drives you to the fair

You drag him everywhere

From all of the food stands to every single ride, he goes willingly

If he is uncomfortable being around all of the sweet-smelling humans, he makes no indication of it

As the night is coming to an end and the blinking lights on the tents illuminate your face, you stand in front of a Pop-The-Balloon game

Just within your reach, so close you can taste it, a giant orange monkey stuffed animal hangs on the edge of the stall

The only thing between you and the monkey is your terrible darts skills

You've easily gone through 50 bucks, Jasper next to you always ready to hand the Carnie another couple of bills

"Are you sure you don't want me to try at least once?"

"I got this, Jasper. One more try, this next one is the one I can feel it."

He just sighs and fishes another couple of dollars out of his wallet

Of course, this round goes just as well as all of the other ones, leaving you even more frustrated

"Now can I try?"

"Ugh, go for it"

He pops every single balloon so fast you wonder if he used his super speed to race behind the counter to pop them all

The Carnie reluctantly handed over the monkey, and you were all too eager to take it

You didn't even care that you were still in a very public spot, you pulled Jasper in for one of the biggest kisses you've ever given

Rosalie:

You had been talking for weeks about buying a one-of-a-kind action figure from a seller online

There was someone on ebay who repainted various dolls and sold them

There was one that you had been eyeing specifically because it reminded you of Rosalie

Personally, she didn't think it looked like her at all but whatever

The two of you were laying in bed one afternoon peacefully when all of a sudden you shot up and screamed

She is on her feet instantly, looking around for the threat

But then you turn your phone screen to her, screaming about how someone outbid you at the very last moment and that now the doll is gone

"You can't just scream like that! You scared me"

"But Rose! It's gone! I can't believe it this is so unfair"

Cue the waterworks

She feels bad, she tries to console you, but you can't be reasoned with

Over the next couple of days, she tracks down every single detail that she can find about the person who "stole" the doll from you

She hacks into ebay's security system to find their address

And then she tells you that her and Alice are randomly taking a road trip

When she comes back, she invites you out to a nice dinner

She books out the entire dining room of a fancy restaurant and brings you there

As your appetizer and entree come out, you two talk

She makes up some made-up story about her "road trip" with Alice

Just as the waiter leaves with your dessert order, you see Rosalie pull out a wrapped box with a silver bow around it

"What's that?"

"A gift for you"

She hands you the package and on the inside is the little Rosalie look-alike and one more doll that strangely bears a striking resemblance to you

"Is this... is that... oh my god"

"I didn't go on a trip with Alice. Well, technically I did. But we drove to that guy's house and stole the doll back. Since he stole it from you in the first place, it's only fair you got it back."

"And this one? Where did this one come from?"

"He had a couple more in his house, I thought you might like that one too."

So now there are two dolls standing on one of the shelves in your room <3

Emmett:

You had no clue why Emmett was being so weird today

He seemed fidgety all day

That morning he woke you up with a plate of pancakes in bed, drizzled with syrup that he made himself

Then he took you out to the mall

He took you to a really fancy clothing store and had you pick out the most dazzling outfit you could find

He even got it custom tailored to you

After that he took you to the spa where you both got a deep tissue massage

You had tried to ask him multiple times what all this was for, but he never answered

He would just usher you on to the next thing

Now you were in one of Edward's nice foreign cars and he was driving you to somewhere else

"So... as much as I appreciate everything you've been doing today, really, what is this all for?"

"Oh come on, don't act dumb. And before you even ask, no, I don't need anything in return"

"You're literally not even making sense. What is today?"

"You know what day it is :) "

After that he doesn't answer any more of your questions

You just hold your complaints in the passenger seat as he finally parks the car in a spot along the pier

Out on the water, you see multiple couples floating in those pedal-powered swan boats

And then you see the grin on your idiot boyfriend's face

"Ugh, Emmett. Are we really getting on the swans?"

"Yes we are now come on and stop complaining"

You sit across from him floating atop the water, the fairy lights twinkling across your face

Emmett is smushed into his seat, it clearly wasn't made for someone as beefy as him

"So. Now are you gonna tell me what all of this was for?"

"Do... you really not know?"

He sounds hurt

"No I don't. I've been racking my brain all day. It's not my birthday and it's not yours. I haven't won anything recently or been promoted, and it's not an anniversary. Just help me out here"

"It IS our anniversary, though. Our three year anniversary!"

"..."

"What?"

"Our anniversary is SEPTEMBER 28th... not August 28th"

"Oh..."

You start cracking up laughing, doubling over in your little swan seat, the boat rocking with how hard you're laughing

He apologizes over and over again for getting the date wrong

You reassure him that it's fine

You spend the rest of your 2 years and 11 months anniversary seeing how fast you can make the swan boat go

You both get kicked out and blacklisted

Esme:

A while back, you watched Bridgerton

The plotlines and characters didn't really stand out to you too much

What really stood out was the clothing

You made Esme sit down and watch it with you

The whole time you were just raving about the costume design and how much you wish you could wear what they were wearing

Time passed and you eventually forgot about it

Working, going to school, watching different shows, you know, life

You were sitting in the living room, lounging on the couch while some random cooking show played

Edward and Bella were sitting on the couch too, not really watching either

All three of you were just sort of zoned out until you heard Esme yell your name as loud as she could

You and Bella jumped, Edward probably heard it before it happened

Instantly, you shot up and ran down the hall to Esme's workroom

You flung the door open and looked inside

"Esme! What's wrong, what happened?"

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong! In fact, it's all perfect! Come here, come here"

You stepped inside of her studio and instantly spotted it

In the corner was a mannequin that seemed too specific to your height and weight measurements to be a coincidence

Hanging off the mannequin was a beautiful outfit

It looked straight out of the 1600s, made out of fine silks, golden fabrics, and fine linen

There were various imperfections on it, the wrong color of thread used here, a hole in the fabric there, but it was beautiful regardless

"A while back you mentioned that you wanted to look like someone from that show, so I made you this! I hope you like it, if not I can change anything you want me to"

"You made this, all by yourself?"

"Yes! I watched so many tutorials and I even went to the tailor shop in town to ask them for some tips. It's obvious that I'm no seamstress, but I'm still pretty proud of myself"

"Proud? You should be overjoyed! This deserves to be in a competition, on TV, at craft shows, anywhere!"

When you tried it on after a couple of minutes of insisting that she did a wonderful job, you were blown away once more

It fit perfectly, you looked like you just walked out of a fairytale book

Her next project is making one for herself

Carlisle:

You had a little habit of leaving notes in Carlisle's packed lunch for when he goes to the clinic

He didn't need the food, but he did need to keep up appearances

It's already not a very human look when the best doctor in town willingly works almost every shift and is always on call and ready to work

So he needs something to bring him back down

You found out not too long into dating the little routine

Esme packs him a sandwich and a bottle of water, she takes it to him at work, eats it in the very public break room for everyone to see, pukes it up cause his body can't digest it, and then comes home

So the cycle continues after that

The first time you saw Esme making a little ham and cheese sandwich, you were confused

After she explained, you asked if you could put something in there too

So you started your own routine of writing Carlisle a cute little note

Usually just about how much you loved him, sometimes accompanied by a little doodle

A couple of times when he would come home, he would thank you for your note

But other than that, you thought that was it

Until one day you were admittedly snooping in his office

You were just bored and wanted to see what fun stuff there was to read in his office

You were pulling book after book off of his shelves, flipping through them, and then putting them back

But then you stumbled across a small book with only the word "Love" written on the front in the handwriting you recognized to be Carlisle's

Inside was every single note you had ever given him

Each one was lovingly placed on the page, making a collage

Some pieces of paper were lined, some plain

Some notes were written with black ink, some with whatever other pen was lying around at the time

The only similarity was that underneath all of them, Carlisle had dated them

You flipped through every page, until you got to the second half of the book that was still blank

Your heart surged, this man

"You caught me"

You whipped around to see Carlisle standing in the doorway, his white lab coat still hung across his shoulders, and a slight smile on his face

He walked over to you, grabbing the book gently from your hands

He set it on his desk and sat down in the chair, you peered over his shoulder

From his breast pocket, he pulled out the note that you wrote that morning

He opened the book to the next page, and glued the slip in

He dated it with a flawless ease and swiveled to look up at you

You just tackled him with a kiss

Vampire! Bella:

You were really worried

You'd been dating Bella for a whole year now, but she still hasn't seen your bedroom

That wouldn't be an issue if she wasn't coming over today

And if your room wasn't a fucking mess

You knew that Bella would be coming over for like a week

You told yourself days ago that you had to clean your room for her

But now the day is here, Bella is on her way

You were frantically running around your room, trying your best to round up all of the dirty clothes on the floor, get all the trash picked up, and light a couple candles

But it was too late

From downstairs you could hear the front door open and your mom called up the steps that Bella was here

When she opened the door, you had a bundle of dirty clothes in your hands as you attempted to at least get one more thing done

"I'm so sorry, Bella. Really, it's not usually this bad, I promise. I just forgot to clean my room yesterday and the day before and this morning and-"

"Woah! Calm down!"

She walks over to you and takes the dirty clothes from your hands, throwing them effortlessly into the hamper across the room

"I promise, I don't mind. You should have seen my room when Edward left me a couple years ago... ugh, terrible"

"No, I'm- I'm so sorry. It's so bad in here. I promise it's not usually this bad. This is not the first impression I wanted to give you"

After some more back and forth, but really more of her being stubborn, you finally agree to let her help you clean your room

It only takes about 5 minutes

The place was covered in dirty clothes before, dishes piling up, trash on every surface

And now it looked brand new

You were cuddling on your freshly cleaned bed and watching a movie

"You know, that was pretty fun. You should call me the next time your room gets really dirty"

"... are you a psychopath?"

[boxofbonesfic]

omg i would love a dark!Peter or a Ransom prompt 👀 it can just be an idea, or a specific scene or scenario, whatever strikes your fancy 💖

Ok! Ransom x plus size reader: college au, fwb. Ransom doesn't want to be seen with her cause she's fat and she's cool with it cause she's literally just here for the d while she gets her degree right? Ransom's an ass but that dick is bomb and no feelings are involved so perfect. But then Ransom gets addicted to the p and wants her all to himself, still on the dl tho. His changing feelings don't come out till she meets someone and breaks it off with Ransom. Reader doesn't think anything of it but Ransom COMPLETELY loses his mind and starts stalking her, blowing up her phone, etc. Not caring if everyone knows now. Reader is CONFUSED and MIFFED!

Title: Breaking

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 5,374

Summary: Ransom wasn’t eager to stake any sort of claim on you—until someone else does it first.

Warnings: College AU, Stalking, Kidnapping, Darkfic, Plus Size Reader, Manipulation, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, MINORS DNI!

A/N: thank you so much for this lovely prompt! i really hope you enjoy this little ficlet. ❤️ divider by @firefly-graphics

Ransom had found it kind of funny at first, when you’d stopped responding to his rather crassly worded “U up?” texts. It wasn’t until the third text in half as many weeks had gone completely unanswered that he’d tried calling instead—and found you had blocked him completely. 

What?

That wasn’t like you. Not like Ransom had taken time to really know you, but ghosting just didn’t seem like it belonged in your playbook.

“The number you have dialed cannot be reached at this time. Please contact your service provider if you believe you have reached this message in error.”

It had taken a little finesse, Ransom laying the charm rather thickly on your friend in his business management class, the one whose name he could never remember. 

“She has a boyfriend,” she’d said, twisting a lock of her hair around her finger with a nervous giggle. “But I’m, um, single.”

Which brings him to now.

You weren’t the sort of girl he usually took out on dates, and, looking back on it, you’d picked it up rather quickly. Your requests to meet at parties or the bars his frat brothers regularly visited were answered with vague no’s. Or, more often than not, ignored outright until you stopped sending them. It wasn’t your fault—he had a reputation to think about. Though tonight, ironically, his reputation is the furthest thing from his mind. 

What is on his mind, is you. 

Ransom’s lip curls as he watches Isaac drape an arm across your shoulders, squeeing affectionately. He doesn’t know him well—they haven’t spoken much beyond the idle chit-chat around the keg. It turns his stomach, the thought that he’d finally realized just how much you meant to him, only to have this—this boy-scout steal you from right under his nose. Out from his fucking bed. 

Ransom isn’t used to coming in second place. It’s never happened before, losing something he actually wants. Isaac seems happy to be next to you, not embarrassed or hiding behind baseball caps and wide sunglasses. Not like Ransom. He’s angry—at you, a little, but mostly at himself. It’s not hard to recall how you felt underneath him, all soft skin, soft curves, and fuck. He hates himself for not savoring that last time more, for not knowing it was going to be the last time. 

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Ransom Drysdale didn’t get dumped—he was the one who did the dumping. And, he, thinks with no small amount of derision as he watches you from across the bar, I didn’t get dumped. We were never together. You can’t break up if you’re not together. The thought rings hollow even in his own head as he nurses his fifth beer of the night. It feels stupid-no, superficial, now; the way he’d only drop by your dorm-room after midnight, showing up without calling or texting and knowing full well that you would let him in. 

But not anymore. 

You’re too far away for him to hear it, but when you laugh, you tilt your head back, attempting to cover your wide grin with one hand. Pretty, he thins to himself, taking another long swallow from the bottle. Fuck how had he not noticed how pretty you are when you laugh, before? Had he just never seen it? Now that it occurs to him, Ransom’s hard pressed to find a memory that isn’t just sweaty skin, and hungry words growled into the curls at the nape of your neck.  

Fuck.  

Those were his favorite nights, the ones he spent digging his fingers into the softness of your hips while he sank in to the hilt—Ransom shudders. Even through the condoms you insisted he wear, the memory of your slick, tight heat is enough to send a hot, jealous pulse through his veins. 

“We’re not together,” you’d said, crossing your arms stoutly as you stared up at him. “Condom or nothing.”

Probably doesn’t make Isaac wear a fucking condom. He takes another bitter swallow. He doesn’t know what’s worse, the thought of you fucking that Leave it To Beaver reject, or you fucking him raw. Both make him see red. 

“Right, Ransom?” Someone claps him on the shoulder, and Ransom nods wordlessly. He isn’t paying attention, not to them, not with you here. You lean over to say something to your friend, the same mousy one who’d volunteered herself in your place. Ransom scoffs into his beer. 

“Three fucking weeks.” He mumbles, draining the bottle before placing it down almost too hard on the bar-top. “How’s it get serious in three fucking weeks?” He waves at the bartender, signaling for another. 

“Ran, we’re heading out.” Theo jerks his head towards the door. “There’s a party at Jude’s place. Hella girls.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Drunk ones.” 

Ransom shrugs bad-naturedly, grimacing. “I’m going to stay here,” he says evasively, casting another sour look at you as his lip curls. “I don’t feel like pulling your head out of the toilet tonight.” 

“Whatever, man.” Theo rolls his eyes, squaring his shoulders. He follows Ransom’s eye across the bar, and smirks. “Just because you’re not getting your dick wet with your porky little sidepiece anymore doesn’t mean the rest of us have to stay here and mope with you all weekend.” 

Maybe it’s the alcohol warming his gut, but Ransom’s up before he’s really got a chance to think about it, his hands on Theo’s shoulders as he shoves him backwards, hard. The other man stumbles backward, and Ransom squares his shoulders. 

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that.”

“What, now you care, all of a sudden?” Theo scoffs. “Dude you wouldn’t even let her come in through the front door—” 

Ransom doesn’t know when exactly he grabbed a handful of Theo’s thin hair, holding his head still while he drives a frenzied fist into his former friend’s face as everyone watches. He comes to as he rears his fist back again, the sound of his name distant in his ears, like it was spoken through glass. 

“Ransom!” Your confused face in the crowd is all he can see—which is why Theo’s sucker punch catches him off guard. It makes his ears ring as stars explode in his right eye. The world tilts as Ransom stumbles, and the television static in his ears is replaced by yelling. The warm wet trickle from his nose is blood, staining the tips of his fingers red as he holds his face. Theo’s not doing much better, blood pouring from his nose, and an ugly, swollen bruise coming to bear on the right side of his face. 

“Fuck you,” Theo mumbles, drawing the back of his sleeve across his bloody lip. “Fucking asshole.” He storms out, a few of their frat brothers trailing behind him as he goes. 

“Are you fucking serious?” The bartender throws down the towel in his hands, before smacking them against the bar-top. “I’ve fucking told you guys about bringing that bullshit in here—”

“I was just leaving,” Ransom snaps, shoving his hands into his pockets. He hates that he can feel your eyes on him too; watchful, judging. Theo’s gone by the time Ransom makes his way outside. It’s almost winter break, and the icy night air feels good against the hot, painful throbbing in his cheek. 

“Ransom.” He turns, scowling at you over his shoulder. “What the fuck was that?” He shrugs miserably. 

“Nothing.” 

“It didn’t look like nothing.”

“What do you fucking care?” The venom on his tongue flows easily, likely aided by the liquid courage currently sloshing around in his gut. “You blocked me. You have a boyfriend.” He doesn’t know what he’s expecting from this confrontation, but your distinct lack of a reaction feels like more of a slap in the face than anything else. You blink at him, one eyebrow quirked as if in question. 

“Yeah, I did.” Why does it hurt? Ransom’s rejected hundreds of girls—some as he was fucking pulling out of them, so why does this feel like a fucking knife in his back? “I figured you wouldn’t care much, Ransom, considering.” He hates this, hates how he’s the angry one and you’re calm—the roles should be reversed. They would be, if not for that niggling, irritating feeling that you should be his, just his. He doesn’t want to admit that you’re right, that you’ve got him pegged dead to fucking rights.

“How would you know?”

“You don’t sneak girls you like in through the basement entrance.” You retort smoothly. You’ve had a lifetime of this, of learning to live in your body, of learning to weather other people’s reactions to it—it’s Ransom that’s unfamiliar with rejection, unsure of how to handle the fact that the “r-train” isn’t enough to keep you coming back for more despite his treatment. 

“But I do. I do like you.” He says, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t do this. It doesn’t have to be a thing. We can just, we can go back to how it was before.” This time, you do react, your face screwing up as you regard him first with disbelief and then anger. 

“Why would I give up being in a relationship with someone who actually likes me, who is willing to be seen with me in public places and with his friends— you know what? I don’t need this.” You mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose. “This is what I fucking get for trying to make sure you’re okay. Silly me. I thought we were mature, here.” You gesture between the two of you before another dry laugh bubbles out from between your lips. 

“Have a good night, Ransom.”

No, no, don’t leave! The desperate thought makes his throat tight. You can’t leave me. He stumbles exaggeratedly as you watch, falling against the bus stop with a groan. The plan lays itself out before him neatly like lines on a map. 

“God fucking dammit—Ransom!” You huff irritatedly. He leans against the pole, counting the seconds until you come over to check on him. You do, and he moans pitifully. “Can you walk?” 

“No,” he hiccoughs, swaying cartoonishly as you try to help him stand. “Ju-hic-just go. I’ll be fine.” You blow an exasperated breath out as you straighten him up. She doesn’t talk to her parents. He licks his lips as you pull out your phone, holding it up to your ear as you wait for someone to answer on the other end. She told me that when we were smoking, that one time. 

“I obviously can’t. How did you get here?” You say, holding your hand over the mouthpiece as you scowl up at him. 

“Theo d-drove.” The house is only a ten minute drive from here. Fifteen, tops.

“Yeah, I’m just going to head back to campus. No, I’m gonna take an uber. Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, Isaac.” The little smile that curls at the corners of your lips makes him sick. “Yeah, you too.” Ransom leans on you heavily, and you don’t seem to notice when he presses his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo with relish. Fucking Isaac.

“I’ll get the uber,” he says, slurring the words deliberately as he fumbles with his own phone. “M’sorry, Princess.” He taps the screen clumsily, selecting Home instead of Dorm, before hastily stowing it back in his pocket.

“Don’t call me that.” You snap sharply. You try—and fail—to stand Ransom on his own two feet. Instead he hangs over you, draped over your shoulders with his chin resting on the top of your head.

“Why?” The question comes out petulantly. “You used to like it.” 

“Stop.” 

The familiar feel of your body pressed against his is sweet in a way Ransom hadn’t anticipated. The attic’s secure. Quiet. 

When the car pulls up, Ransom allows you to wrangle him into the back seat, where he sprawls across your lap when you sit down beside him. You don’t say anything to the driver beyond a mumbled hello, which suits him just fine. Ransom plays up the drunk act, asking the driver a nonsensical question that makes you whisper at him to be quite. 

“Sorry. Just trying to get him home.” You reply, pushing uselessly at his head as he settles into your lap. Soft. He can’t help but run a reverent hand across your jean clad thigh. Love how soft she is.

You’re so distracted trying to keep him from getting comfortable that you don’t notice the cab is heading away from the dorm until the driver turns down the private road. 

“Wait—wait, I think you made a wrong turn somewhere,” you say, leaning forward to talk to the driver. He shakes his head enthusiastically, and points at his phone’s GPS. 

“No, I followed the directions,” he protests, and Ransom hides his snicker in a groan. “This is the address.” 

You lean back with a dissatisfied sigh, and look down at Ransom. 

“Let me see your phone.” He unlocks it and hands it over, his face a mask of innocence. You notice the mistake immediately, leaning forward again. “Could you turn around and take us back to Harvard campus, please—”

“This trip was already way out of my route,” the driver grouses, frowning at the two of you in the mirror. “And I don’t think he’ll make another trip. Looks like he’s about to puke any second.” 

“He’s fine.” 

Ransom retches, and watches as the cabby’s face twists angrily. 

“He’s not! I’m sorry, I’m done for the night. Maybe someone else will be able to pick you up.”

The finality in his voice makes Ransom giddy, and he clutches his stomach, gagging. He’s never thrown up—he’s not a fucking freshman lightweight, he’s a fucking Sigma for chrissakes—but he’s willing to let the two of you believe he might. You bite your lip, teeth sinking into its pillow softness as you try to undo what Ransom’s done. 

“M’sorry. Didn’ mean to put in the wrong hic place.”

You nod stiffly. “I know. I guess… Well, this place has plenty of couches, right?” There’s little humor in your joke, but Ransom makes sure to laugh a little anyway, nodding. 

“My grandfather won’t mind if you sleep in one of the guest rooms. Promise, Princess.” 

“Ransom, don’t—”

“We’re here.” The driver cuts in as the car pulls to a stop in front of the house. “Sounds like you guys have it all figured out.” 

—

As expected, the only people home are his grandfather, along with a few odd members of the staff. They’re easy enough to convince, Fran and Marta ferrying him upstairs to his room while he mumbles incoherently. You help too, tugging the blanket up over him after pulling off his shoes with a grunt. It feels nice, having you care for him like this, your soft hands on his face. 

It feels right. 

“I’ll get the guest room set up for you upstairs,” Fran says on her way out. “I’ve got a t-shirt around here somewhere.” Ransom doesn’t catch your answer, but that doesn’t matter much, not when he knows where you’ll be. It’s strange, how he’s impatient now, here at the home stretch, but he is. The smell of you, the taste, the feel, it’s all he can think about now that he’s so close.

It won’t be easy keeping you, he knows that, but nothing good comes without a challenge, right? And with the right motivation, Ransom knows he can make you fall in line. The house quiets around him, and distantly, he hears the sound of first Fran’s car, and then Marta’s. He forces himself to wait a few minutes more, and when he emerges out into the still air of the hallway, he smiles. 

The door to the guest room is ever so slightly ajar, and Ransom slides inside. You sit up sharply, and for a moment only sound between you is the quiet settling of the house. 

“What are you doing?”

“I came to check on you.” He can’t see your face in the dark, but he can see the shape of you, silhouetted in the pale beam of light streaming in from the tiny window above the bed. 

“I’m fine.” The words are stiff. “You should go to bed.” 

He doesn’t. Instead, Ransom turns and closes the door securely behind him, slipping the key into his pocket. The sound is deafening in the quiet, and he knows you hear it too. 

“Have you texted Isaac, yet?” He asks, cocking his head. The room is small, shaped oddly by the sloping roof, and Ransom himself takes up the bulk of it standing in front of the door. You seem to shrink a little in response, and your hesitation answers the question truthfully, before you’ve even spoken. 

“Y-yes. You should go to—” The way your hand strays under the pillow to feel for your phone tells him the opposite. Ransom licks his lips. 

“Have you fucked him yet, Princess?”

Your gasp is audible. 

“Don’t—don’t call me that. Ransom go to bed. You’re drunk.”

“Have you fucked him?” He repeats it, dropping to his knees on the bed.

“Get out!” You make for the door too late, and Ransom grabs you, wrapping an arm securely around your waist as he breathes a relieved sigh into your bare shoulder. Your frustrated struggle turns panicked at the sound of metal clacking against metal. “No, Ransom no—” The handcuffs he produces from his pocket aren’t the padded ones he’s used with you before—these are the real deal, and he clamps them tightly around your left wrist, looping it around the bed-frame before capturing your right. You’re writhing and fighting, but it’s easy to ignore the pain as he locks his arms tight, waiting for you to tire yourself out. 

You’re wearing just a t-shirt, and Ransom palms the heavy weight of your tits through the soft cotton with a soft groan.

“So you haven’t fucked him.” 

You open your mouth to scream, and Ransom laughs. 

“Nearest person is two floors down, Princess,” he breathes, a low,  satisfied hum rumbling in his chest as he draws his fingers through your messy hair, before tangling his fingers in it to tug your head back. His teeth scrape at your throat. “You can scream if you want to,” he mumbles against your pulse. “You know I like it when you’re loud.” 

“Ransom, stop. You’re—”

“Drunk?” He answers smartly, before shaking his head. He cups your face with one sure hand, stroking your lip with the pad of his thumb. “I know you feel bad, Princess. You let me fuck that juicy cunt so quick, you thought you needed to make him work for it.” This close he can see your face, can see the guilt you quickly try to bury because he’s right. The answer is there, written in the way you turn your head away from him, trying to hide your face in shadow. Ransom doesn’t let you, squeezing your cheeks between his fingers as he forces you to stay still, to look him in the eye. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You spit hoarsely, and Ransom laughs. “You’re fucking drunk and-and—get off me!” You shrill, bucking against him uselessly. If he’s drunk, that’s what he’s drunk on; the heady sensation of knowing the truth with absolute certainty. 

“I know exactly what I’m talking about.” He sneers, pressing you down into the mattress. The smell of your skin is intoxicating, like orange blossoms and fucking sunshine. “Fuck, Princess, I missed this.” It’s almost reverent, the way he slides his hands down over your hips, slowly working a knee between your stubborn thighs. Your borrowed t-shirt rolls up as Ransom spreads your legs, grinning at the sight of white lace between them.

He draws a finger over the curve of your cunt before cupping it. 

“Why’d you block me, Sweetheart?” He asks, tracing the shape of your puffy lips through the cotton. 

“You didn’t want me!” You hiss through clenched teeth. Ransom clucks his tongue at you, shaking his head, before delivering a stinging slap to your cunt. You feel it through the cotton, of course, whining and writhing underneath him as you cry out. “You’re fucking crazy—” The palm of his hand cracks sharply against you again, and it cuts your complaint short as the words disappear in a pained gasp. 

“Be honest with me, Princess.” He says, grinning as you try to wriggle away from him.

“You wouldn’t even be seen with me!” Your voice cracks. “It’s not fair, Ransom!”

“You want me to stake a claim, Sweetheart? I can do that,” Ransom breathes, pushing the shirt up over your breasts, groaning at the sight of your puffy nipples. He draws his thumb across one, watching, enraptured, as the flesh pebbles underneath his touch. He trails sloppy, heated kisses up the side of your throat, nipping at the skin until you whimper. He mouths at your skin, sucking at the purpling bruise until he pulls away, satisfied. 

“We can think of a more permanent solution later.” He leans back with a satisfied sigh. It feels good to mark you, to watch the bruises spread like ink on your pretty skin. 

“Please, Ransom, just go!” You sob, the chain rattling against the bed-frame as you try unsuccessfully to loose yourself from your restraints. “We-we’ll just pretend it never happened!” You nod at him, like you’re trying to encourage him to do the same, your wide eyes fever bright. “It’ll be just like before—”

“Why would I want that?” He asks, reaching down to tug your panties tight, pulling the fabric tautly through the lips of your pussy like dental floss. “I don’t think you’re really grasping the situation, Princess, so let me spell it out for you.” Ransom spreads your legs wider as you stare up at him with fearful eyes. 

“I don’t want things how they were before.” He snarls. “Things are different now, Sweetheart. You made them different.” Ransom slips his fingers underneath the elastic of your panties, and begins tugging them own your thighs, ignoring your whimpered pleas to wait and stop. You kick at him, a frenzied wail working its way out of your throat. True to his word, he ignores it, sliding down your body until he’s faced with the slick patch between your thighs. 

“Ransom—” His name is a hoarse wail as he attaches his lips to your cunt, his tongue seeking out your traitorously swelling clit. He grins against you, dragging his tongue noisily through your folds, moaning. This is perfection, he muses dimly, lapping at you as you whine. You can’t deny how good it feels, not when he can see the evidence glistening on your quaking thighs, taste it on his tongue. You’re gasping, those precious little choking noises filling his ears as you try to swallow down the sound of your pleasure.  

“Can’t fucking get over how good you taste, Princess,” he mumbles, reveling in your yelp as he sucks harshly on your swollen bud, spreading you wide with his fingers. You shake, your body jackknifing as you murmur nonsensically. He’s always loved that flavor—like fresh peaches, why do you taste like fucking peaches—

“F-Fuck you!” He doesn’t let you cum, though, pulling away to flick softly at your clit with his thumb. He draws the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the evidence of your body’s betrayal with a sly smile. A hoarse little whimper escapes you, and Ransom clucks his tongue, before reaching down to palm himself through his sweats. His cock his hard, so hard it almost hurts, thick drops of precum gathering at the reddened tip. He reaches for his phone with the other hand, the shutter noise clicking as he snaps a few pictures of your tear-stained face. 

“N-no, no—!” You voice your displeasure with a whine as Ransom pans the camera down your body, like he’s trying to map it out for posterity’s sake. “No pictures, please, please!” Your wild, watery eyes are frantic as you plead with him. “Please don’t, Ran, please don’t send those—” A hot pulse shoots through his body at your desperation, and his cock throbs. 

“A minute ago you were just telling me to go fuck myself.” He quirks an eyebrow at you over the top of the phone. “So which is it?”

“Please don’t send those.” You swallow thickly, the sound audible. “Please.”

He has no intention of sending them anywhere—except maybe to Isaac with your face cropped out, of course. But he smiles lasciviously anyway, blue eyes narrowing. Ransom runs his tongue across his lips, still tasting you on them.

“Let’s make a little deal, then.” He tugs his sweats down, and the fat, veiny length of his cock springs out. Ransom hisses softly as he spreads a sticky drop of precum across his tip with his thumb. “You’re going to end it with Isaac.” You open your mouth to complain, but Ransom forges ahead, ignoring you. “We’ll be exclusive, you and me, Princess.” He forces your thighs open a little wider. “Just like you want.” Ransom’s practically giddy with the thrill of it as your full lips begin to tremble and fresh tears track down your cheeks.

“I—I don’t want you!” You gasp, your attempts to buck him off only succeeding in wedging him further between your frantically kicking legs. Ransom clucks his tongue at you. 

“I don’t know about that, Princess,” he says, slapping a hand against your swollen cunt, cupping it roughly. You squeal as he draws a finger through your slick, still throbbing folds. 

“Not sure if you’ve ever been wetter.” Ransom presses your thighs to your chest. He asks, licking his lips. “It’s all up to you, of course.” Ransom lies so easily it doesn’t even really occur to him that he’s doing it. 

“You tell me to go, I’ll go. But I can’t say what’ll happen to that footage.” He shrugs. He’s got no intention of leaving this room, not really, but he doesn’t mind pretending. “But if you were my girl, I might be able to swing deleting it. After all, what would I need it for? Got the real thing all to myself.” He dips the tip of a thick finger into your entrance. “Get it, Princess? No more scholarship. No more shitty dorm-room. I’ll take care of you.”

You’re so easy to read like this, your guard down and your desperation front and center. He can see you weighing the options, trying to parse out the best win for yourself in this devil’s bargain. He can see you testing the weight of your future against the events of this evening, and coming up far short. Ransom’s not stupid—and neither are you. You know what happens to girls like you when these things make their way into campus chatrooms and local reddit pages. 

“You’ll really delete them?” You ask meekly, your mouth trembling. “You won’t… you won’t show these to anyone?” Ransom grins wider, drawing an X across his heart with the tip of his index finger. 

“Cross my heart.” Ransom steadies one hand against your hip, his fingers sinking into the soft curve of it as he aligns himself with your entrance. His eyes roll as the head of his cock meets your cunt with a lewd, wet squelch. He’s getting impatient—after all, it’s been more than two weeks since the last time he’s been inside you, and his cock twitches hard against you at the thought. 

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry Princess, you’ll need to speak up.” Ransom leans down over you, his hard eyes locked on yours. “Again.” 

“I said fine!” Your quiet voice is strained. “Fine. I’ll—I’ll break up with Isaac—”  Ransom kisses you, swallowing the rest of your words eagerly. He gorges himself on your mouth, sucking your tongue fiercely before pulling away to worry at your lower lip with his teeth until it’s swollen and red. 

“Oh Princess.” He breathes. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.”  He watches with dark glee when your eyes go wide as he begins to press into you, the head of his cock forcing you open. “No condom this time, but that’s alright, isn’t it?”

“Ransom!”

“M’right here,” he breathes, his hips jerking as your slick, puffy cunt sucks at his tip. “Fuck.” Ransom watches your eyes roll as you sink your teeth into your lower lip.  “I know you missed it too, Sweetheart,” Ransom grits the words out through his teeth as he sinks in, his toes curling as your wet heat envelops him inch by precious inch. “You can admit it.” 

The warm euphoria that spreads down his spine as he bottoms out draws another curse from his lips. You feel like fucking slick velvet inside, your walls clamping down on the girth of his cock like a wet fist. It’s hypnotic, pulling out only to thrust home again, his ears barely registering the groan of the bed-frame beneath you. The space between his temples is buzzing—your compliance, the feel of you around him, the knowledge that he’d won—Ransom’s delirious with it. 

What’s even better is he can see it, plain on your face how much you’re enjoying it—how much you hate yourself for it. It makes every mumbled curse, every moan he wrenches from your unwilling throat all the sweeter. Ransom clucks his tongue at you as he leans down to capture your lips again. They’re pillow soft and swollen from his teeth. 

“It’s my fault.” Ransom drives his cock into you, groaning. “I was stupid, Princess, I know. But I know what I need, now,” he says, hooking an arm beneath your thigh, lifting it so he can sink in even deeper. “Just you.” The shameful little wail that escapes your throat as you clamp down around him is almost enough to make him cum with you, cursing and crying as you do. He hangs on by the last fraying thread of his self control. 

“Shit, shit, shit—”

“See?” He laughs, rolling his hips into yours with heavy strokes. “You need me, too.” 

God, he loves seeing you like this, loves being the one to break you apart—loves knowing he’ll be the only one. It’s that thought that does it, aided by the miserable way you mewl his name as you cum again. His hands are tight on your hips, sinking into the heavy curve of them as he growls your name roughly in your ear. For a moment he’s lost in it; his forehead resting against yours as you milk him. 

He stays inside you for a few luxurious minutes, basking in the feel of your cunt before pulling out. Ransom slaps his still hard cock against your oversensitive clit and you whine, your hips jerking. He can’t help but admire the mess he’s made, dragging his tip through your slick, sticky folds. 

You watch him with red-rimmed eyes, your brows furrowing as he rises from the bed, pulling his sweats back up over his hips. He doesn’t reach for the keys, but instead slides his hand underneath your pillow to remove your phone. 

“Ransom let me out, now.” Your voice is high, panicked. “You promised—”

“To delete the pictures.” He finishes, nodding. As you sputter, he removes his own phone from his pocket, and faces the screen towards you as he selects the pictures and videos from the photo album, and there’s a swooshing sound from the phone’s speakers as they disappear. “And I’ve deleted them.” Frantically, you rattle the handcuff chains against the bed-frame, trying desperately to dislodge them as Ransom sighs. 

“You’re just going to hurt yourself.” You keep trying anyway, ignoring him your terrified sobs grow louder. 

“Let me go! You fucking promised, Ransom, don’t leave me here—”

He cocks his head at you. 

“Why would I leave you?” He asks, slipping both your phones into his pocket as he stands, stretching. “Winter break’s just starting,” Ransom says with a smile. “And I can’t think of a better way to spend it.” 

the end

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[joocomics]

remember your first

read part two here

pairing: non-idol!hyeongjun x virgin fem!reader

genre: smut, slice of life wc: 8.2k

summary: music is what started your friendship with your college classmate han hyeongjun, but your virginity is what made it really blossom

warnings: corruption kink, manipulation (light but still be aware), degradation, virgin kink, dacryphilia

contains: college au, hard dom!junhan, protected sex, dirty talk, cussing, phone sex, pet names, spit kink, face slapping (f!rec), exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking (f!rec), oral sex (m/f), sensation play, subtle pet play?, masturbation, name calling, alcohol consumption, smoking cigarettes

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“This doesn’t make a good first time story.”

Your brows furrow together, as you try to really make sense of Hyeongjun’s words who takes a sip of his ice tea before slouching into his chair.

The cafeteria is packed and you occasionally look around in case your friend doesn’t see on which table you are sitting when she walks in, but also just in case someone you know passes by, and you have to drastically change the conversation.

You don’t want anyone you’re familiar with to hear you’re discussing your virginity.

“Why not? It’s special.”

“Dinner in a fancy restaurant, flowers…” Hyeongjun lifts another finger in the air, repeating what you said earlier about your long awaited first time. The special sensual sex you’ve been dreaming about since you turned eighteen. “Then he takes you to his dorm room where he has candles and shit, yeah none of that is going to happen, Y/N.”

He grins even more widely when he sees your badly covered disappointment. The corners of his eyes wrinkle appealingly, as he looks at you.

“No one does that anymore.”

“I will meet someone who will think exactly the opposite,” you move forward in your seat with a determined look on your face. “Sweet romantic guys like that still exist believe it or not. You’re just not hanging out with crowds where you would meet them.”

You take the little plushie hanging from Hyeongjun’s keychain that’s left on the table to keep your hands busy. Most of the time you don’t mind that you’re approaching the middle of your second college year still a virgin, but this week it seems like you do.

Hyeongjun huffs at your comment, staring at your pouty lips. He’s used to your silly ways of seeing relationships like a rom com movie.

Despite your obvious differences you and Hyeongjun became friendly the first week of your first year in this exact same cafeteria when he noticed you were listening to one of his favorite bands. After he approached you, asking for your name, you were surprised to find out he’s in a band himself. You easily kicked it off after that, and the rest was history. You still haven’t actually hung out outside of your shared lectures in college, but you didn’t really mind it. Most of the time at least…

You’ve thought a few times about asking him for a drink, a friendly drink, but there was always something stopping you to send the message. There’s also the problem with his band members and friend group overall. As the type of people that your mother would mark as a bad example, you didn’t have anything in common with them.

“Even if you do meet the one…” Hyeongjun speaks out the one with a mocking tone, that makes your eyes roll. “You’re still gonna have a boring first fuck.”

He shifts, resting his elbows on the surface of the table, watching you laugh silently. The metal zippers of his black leather jacket hit the table, creating harsh noise against the wooden surface only you can hear.

“You’re not just some ordinary girl like the rest, Y/N,” he speaks out again. “I know this is not what you really want.”

You lower your attention to his lips, because the way his gaze is piercing through your eyes makes you nervous in a way you’ve never felt around him.

“What else could I want…” You ask more yourself than him.

“So much more… Don’t you want the experience to be fun?” He tilts his head curiously, and you catch the silver earring on his right ear dangle around. “Thrilling? Something worth to think back to.”

“For example?”

“Nah…” He moves back with a sigh. “I don’t want to put ideas in your head. Think about it on your own.”

You shake your head at the thought of spending even more time than you already do sobbing over this.

“No, thanks, I’m over it,” you mumble just when you see your friend approaching your table. You wave back at her while finishing your thought. “I’m not just gonna sit and think about this like it’s some kind of homework.”

“Then touch yourself and your mind will do it on its own.”

When your friend greets both of you, throwing her bag on the chair next to yours, she has to greet you again, because you didn’t hear her the first time.

Hyeongjun tosses his backpack over his shoulder, picks up his keys and cellphone from the table.

As you watch him get ready to leave you realise in some new and unusual kind of way your time spent together doesn’t feel enough. Since you don’t share classes for the rest of the week you’re going to see each other next Tuesday, and that has never looked so farther away to you.

“See you next week, Y/N.”

Hyeongjun’s words were following you everywhere.

You couldn’t help, but think multiple times a day about what he said being the truth. You can have more fun experiences, you’ve always known that in a random little corner of your mind, but first you have to leave your comfort zone.

While the conversation from the cafeteria is replaying in your head your hand, unintentionally or not, slips under your sweats rubbing gently against your panties. Your lips part to let out a sigh after your fingers stop on your clit, putting light pressure.

It takes a few minutes for you to realise that the image of Hyeongjun is still vivid in your mind.

After you slide a finger through your slickness, gasping at the amount of wetness you produced, you comprehend the fact you’re masturbating while thinking about him.

You try to block the thought away, but the warm feeling coming from your core is too good to do anything else besides keeping your hand moving.

Turning over on your stomach you repress your moans and hitched breaths into the pillow. You’re so overwhelmed with the sudden rush, that you cannot control your hand on just one single motion. Wanting so desperately to get to the end of this sensation you end up simultaneously rubbing, humping your palm, fingering your pool of arousal while fantasising that your fingers are someone else’s.

Your body begins to shake as you rub as fast as you can till you can’t handle it anymore. You’ve began to do this more frequently than you used to, more than you’d like to admit, but you can’t resist it. However, the obvious thing you can’t ignore is that you’ve never been this wet before as you are this morning. You’ve never felt so high while doing this to yourself, and you’ve never done it with Hyeongjun stuck in your mind.

You lift up startled from the pillows when your phone starts ringing under the sheets. When you find the device your heartbeat suddenly quickens even more at the look of the name displayed on the screen.

Even though you exchanged numbers last year you’ve barely spoken on the phone. You always text each other unless it’s about something important having to do with an assignment that’s easier explained by speaking.

You didn’t have other reasons to call each other.

As your thumb hovers over the green button the wetness under your panties becomes more and more obvious, but you try your best to ignore it despite the cotton fabric practically sticking to it like a second layer of skin.

“Hey,” you greet him after clearing your throat, trying to sound as nonchalantly as possible.

“I was just about to hang up,” says the familiar voice on the other line. “Hey. Did I wake you up?”

“No, no. I’m just… chilling before it’s time to head to class.” Your thighs press against each other harder with each word you say. “What are you up to?”

“I’m with the guys, we’re practicing.”

You did hear a few male voices coming from the distance. You try focusing on them and Hyeongjun, not on your heartbeat that still hasn’t recovered from your intense orgasm.

“Didn’t you mention once that you have classes till four?”

“I did.” A short sound from one of the strings of his guitar sneaks through the speaker, and disappears just as quickly. “I skipped.”

“What are you practicing for?” Your teeth grab your lower lip.

“Actually that’s why I’m calling. We have a small gig on Saturday and I would like it if you come to watch me. If you’re interested.”

“Oh, I’d like that,” you reply, leaning back against the wall.

“Sweet,” Hyeongjun mumbles, and you can hear his perky smile. “I’ll text you the details then.”

You thank him for the invite, and just when you’re about to hang up, he speaks again.

“Y/N, did you…” The sudden note of suspicion in his voice rings in your ear. “Wait.”

You hear shuffling noises followed by a door closing.

“Were you touching yourself?”

“Hyeongjun…” Your throat dries in seconds from panic. “What, why are you asking me that?”

“You sound like you cummed really hard. And it took you some time to pick up the phone.”

The way he said that so comfortably and bluntly brought a fog to your brain that made it even more of a challenge to make up a smart lie on the spot, so you decide to be honest. It’s not like you’re going to talk about sexual things with him for the first time.

“Okay, yeah I did. Wasn’t that what you recommended me to do?” You ask jokingly, but his voice remains calm.

“Good girl.”

The praise causes a halt in your heart.

“What did you think about?” He’s eager to know.

“Uhm, nothing really.”

“Tsk, that can’t be true.”

There’s no way you can be that honest with him right now.

“Mostly about myself… what I was doing. I don’t really know what I want yet if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Have you done oral with someone?”

“I’ve told you I haven’t done anything except kissing and two handjobs, Hyeongjun… Nothing has changed.” You sigh from frustration, sensing the feeling of shame coming back to warm your cheeks. You begin to get suspicious of the sudden silence that lasts a few seconds before you hear of him again.

“I’m just thinking how nice it would be to lick you up right now.” The sentence rolls off his tongue before he makes a temporary pause in which you pin point some muffled noise. “You must be really fucking wet…”

His voice begins to sound more low pitched with a washed out tone, that spreads the warmth from your face everywhere else on your body.

“Virgin girls start dripping from the smallest things. Are you sensitive, Y/N?”

“Yeah…” You focus on the other line in attempt to figure out if he’s doing something other than just talking. “I’m very sensitive.”

You’re now one hundred percent sure he’s jerking himself off as you speak. The moment you hear his first groan your hand slips back into your panties, much faster since you got rid of your sweatpants earlier. You still have arousal lingering between your folds that you bring up to spread over your sensitive clit.

“Did you made yourself cum?” He asks.

“I did, pretty quickly.”

“Tell me how.”

You shut your eyes in contemplation, your hand moves slowly in circles.

“I fucked myself with my fingers…” It seems like the fact you can’t see each other boosts your confidence, and the words start coming out on their own. “First with my legs spread wide, then with my ass up in the air.”

“Fuck—“ Hyeongjun’s heavy breathing follows with a light chuckle, that sounds too erotic in this situation. He’s pleasantly surprised from how forward you are with your answers. “You’ll be so fuckin’ tight… tightest pussy ever.”

His coarse words end in a moan that forces you to speed up your own pleasure too.

“I thought of you the whole time…” You whisper, holding your phone tightly. “That you were here watching me.”

You hear him only cuss quietly as a response. He obviously tries hard to contain his moans in order to not be heard from any of his band members.

“Ah, you won’t be able to stop clenching… But you’ll take it well cause you’ll be dripping for that fuckin’ cock… You want to get your pussy ruined after all… Right, dirty girl?”

Your imagination runs wild trying to picture him with his fist around his cock. His slim fingers painted in black nail polish dancing up and down, squeezing till he spills all over himself.

“I-I do…” Your body slips downwards, as you begin to pump your fingers, once again aiming for another climax. “Yeah, I do.”

“Holy s-shit…” He spits out until the sound of his furious fist slamming against his body is the only thing you can hear before a powerful moan gets stuck in his throat, because he doesn’t have the chance to let it out.

On Friday afternoon during your last lecture of the week you receive a message from Hyeongjun. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of it having something to do with what happened the other day on the phone, but it doesn’t.

the bar will be crowded and really hot

don’t get overdressed

leave your panties at home if you want

“You came.”

You turn to see Hyeongjun with a bottle of beer in hand. He’s still breathing heavily from his performance, and somehow he looks just as captivating as he did on the stage, or even more. You notice that his forehead that’s exposed from his bangs is glistening with sweat, as he settles down on the lounge to take the empty seat next to you.

“Of course, how could I miss it?” You cross your legs, fixing your skirt as you turn to face him better. “You did great. All of you did amazing.”

Hyeongjun’s eyes crawl up your bare legs, from your exposed ankles to the middle of your thighs where your small skirt ends. You listened to him; you did come with as less clothing on your body as possible. Your top that shows some skin around your bellybutton every time you move with those thin almost nonexistent straps doesn’t leave much to the imagination either.

“Last time we were here we sucked.” He leans back, relaxing his body. “Maybe you’ll turn out to be my lucky charm.” The corners of his lips lift up for a moment before he drinks.

The memories from your phone call burst into your mind, and you begin to wonder if he’s going to bring it up tonight. You want him to, but at the same time you know you’re not ready to talk about it just yet, at least not here.

A few people pass by to chat with Hyeongjun. Some you’ve seen around in college, others you meet for the first time. They let him know they loved his band and ask him all kinds of questions about it before leaving.

His band members, all three of them, come along too, crashing on the other side of the lounge. They exchange a few words before Hyeongjun quickly brings his attention back to you.

“You look pretty tonight.”

Your eyebrows raise subtly, as you’re taken aback from the sudden compliment.

“Thanks,” you smile, taking a sip from your glass of white wine that’s getting warmer. You started drinking from it more quickly since Hyeongjun sat down next to you.

A young woman walks up on the stage and starts singing impressively when he leans towards your ear.

“Can you see well?”

Despite your assurance that the view from your seat is great, he still pulls you with his hands, placing you onto his lap.

“Isn’t this better?” His thumb brushes the zip of your skirt, as his hands leave your waist.

You look down to see the way his palms glide on the naked skin of your thighs; the way they slide on the inner surface so his black nails can scratch it gently. His emphasised veins immediately hold your attention. The hint of roughness his fingertips have get your lower tummy excited.

However, as much as his touch electrifies you at this moment, the one thing that makes you swallow your tongue is the feel of your ass resting against his crotch. You freeze, avoiding any kind of possible movement.

“Hey,” he slurs into the crook of your neck, pushing your hair to one side. “Loosen up, it’s just me.”

“I know.”

Hyeongjun takes a shameless whiff of your perfume; he takes the sweetness of it all in, letting it arouse his senses.

Noticing his bottle is empty, he reaches towards the table to pick up another. This forces his chest to press against your back, letting his body heat to sink into your spine through the thin fabric of his graphic tee that allows you to feel every part and muscle of his chest.

He swiftly opens the beer with the lighter he uses for his cigarettes while he keeps his arms around your waist. He guides the neck of the glass bottle to your glossy lips and the strong smell hits you.

“Wanna sip?”

“Sure,” you mumble. You’ve never tried beer before and you quickly find out it’s not your thing.

Hyeongjun looks closely at the view of your plump lips wrapped around the bottle, before chuckling at the drastic change in your expression after the taste invades your mouth.

“I don’t like it.” You wipe off the few droplets of alcohol from the corner of your mouth.

He drinks after you right away just to gather all the spit and lipstick you left on the glass.

A moment later, as the vibrant song continues, you notice the bottle going down in your lap. If you did have an idea of what Hyeongjun might be up to, you would’ve reacted differently, but you didn’t, so you jerk up as if something just bit you, grabbing on his wrist.

“Hyeongjun!”

You look around every corner of the place. Thankfully everyone’s attention is focused somewhere else, and the crowd is swaying around.

“So you did follow all my orders.”

Orders. Not advice, or suggestions.

Orders. The word comes with a certain weight that presses the back of your tongue leaving you speechless.

The cold bottle is now settled between your spread thighs, and presses harder against your naked cunt. Your tummy begins to clench from all the different sensations coming together.

“Mmhp…” You use the sound of desperation as some sort of an answer. The wetness that’s dripping from the glass begins to glide down your pussy creating a nice ticklish feel to it.

“Move.” Hyeongjun brushes his lips against your ear while caging you in place with his left arm. “Come on, horny girl, it will feel so good. It already does, see?” The hard cold surface moves under your skirt to rub your clit satisfyingly.

You roll your hips once, grinding against the thick length of the beer bottle. Then twice. Eventually you begin to ride it delicately - the beer bottle and Hyeongjun’s semi hard on.

The coldness spreads all over your intimate flesh, kissing your clit, and you feel the urge to moan. The sound keeps building up in your throat, as you continue with the motions, encouraged by the warm knot in your core, and Hyeongjun’s voice over your shoulder that turns you just as woozy.

“That’s it, sweetheart… Told you it will feel nice.” He places his first kiss on your neck, wet and slow, allowing you to really feel his tongue. “Keep going.”

You do your best at moving not too fast, not too obviously, but it’s getting harder. You wish you could do it quick and just let the rush take over.

“Hyeongjun, no more..”

“We’re not leaving till you cum on that bottle.”

He doesn’t seem to hesitate to command you at all.

His hot breath fans your skin just below your earlobe, but the excitement from it cannot compare to the one you feel every time he tells you what to do. It can barely compare to the thrill of doing this in public around so many people. The exciting energy doubles every time you hear the roughness in his demanding voice; every time you feel his lips on the back of your neck, curling up lazily in a provocative smile.

“Don’t pretend to be that innocent…” He nibbles the space between your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps. “Not in front of me.”

Your one hand holds on the table in front of you, for support, as the other stays on top of Hyeongjun’s which is gripping your thigh.

“What if someone sees?”

“I’m pretty sure you’d enjoy that.”

The live music and loud cheers swallow your blissful sounds during the last moments of your breaking point. You ride out the ecstatic rush slow and steady which seems to make it even more intense to the point your lower body quivers vividly. The squirms give Hyeongjun’s erection such irresistible friction that he helps himself out by biting your skin to bare it more easily.

Hyeongjun lifts the beer in front of your face after he moves you to sit sideways on his right thigh, so he can have a better vew at your flushed face. His left hand traps your plush thighs together with fingers half hidden under the lower part of your skirt.

“This is a great brand,” he points out, glancing at his hand than back at you.

You can read the challenge in his dark gaze and you know what you need to do.

You stick out your tongue and lick up where all your essence lies. Without opening your eyes yet, you let it glide all the way to the bottle’s edge which you twirl the tip of your tongue around.

Hyeongjun smiles at the little ways you uncover your dirty nature to him; he couldn’t wait to see all of it.

“You have a pretty tongue,” his thumb and index finger catch your chin. “Show me again.” He says with a voice so low it sounds like he’s entranced by you.

Two of his fingers crawl inside your mouth, feeling the warm moisture of your pink tongue. They go deeper. Deep as they can, till the knuckles of the rest of his fingers dig into your chin, and it makes you gag. He glides them back against the soft texture, and sees you close your glistening lips tightly, not letting them go just yet. The sight of you sucking on them while maintaining eye contact doubles the pressure in his lower region.

“I always had a feeling you’ll turn out to be a secret slut.” His fingers pull out slowly, bringing your bottom lip downward, exposing a row of teeth.

“Who did you see?” He asks after he catches you staring in a different direction.

“It’s the guy I—“

“Seungmin?” He cuts you off with an intrigued tone that you can’t decide if it sounds more fake than real. “Didn’t you have a crush on him at one point?”

“Yeah, I did. I’m far from his type though.”

“What does that mean? That he doesn’t have an eye for sweet pretty girls like you? That’s bullshit.” Hyeongjun shifts his focus on Seungmin that’s leaning over one of the tables few feet away from you. “Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“Right now?”

“Now.” He replies. “Maybe he can be your first,” he turns to look at you again, but this time with a more serious expression.

“Are you saying I should flirt with Seungmin?”

“Not necessarily,” he makes a pause before adding: “It’s enough for you to just smile and look pretty in your little skirt. Go.” His hand smacks your thigh.

It’s like he can see right through your face that you prefer to be with him than anyone else right now, that’s why he’s smiling. But you can’t say no. Not to Hyeongjun.

You don’t want to.

“Hey,” you greet Seungmin when you go up to him.

He’s standing still behind a messy table with a drink in hand. From the look of it, it seems that he came here with someone that’s currently absent. Probably at the dance floor or at the bar for drinks.

“Hey, Y/N.” He shouts over the music. “I never expected to see you here.”

“I got invited.”

Seungmin moves closer to you, eyeing your face under the dim lights. He looks pleasantly surprised to see you.

“By who? I should thank him.”

His cheeky smirk turns into more of a curious expression with the corners of his lips curled up when he eventually notices Hyeongjun observing your interaction.

“Ah, I see. You two seem close.”

“Yeah, we’re good friends.” You make a step to get closer. “I came to cheer for his band.”

“Friends…” The word slips with suspicion from the boy’s tongue as he repeats it. “So he wouldn’t mind if I do this?” His finger reaches for your lips where a strand of your hair is sticking to your lipgloss. He removes it carefully, tucking it with the rest of your hair behind your ear.

You shake head at his question, glancing up to meet his eyes. They’re a bit hazed from the creeping effects of the alcohol, but mostly focused on you; smiling as in an invitation for something.

“Would you mind if I take you away from him for a few minutes?” He raises a brow, anticipating your answer.

“No.”

You follow Seungmin through a small corridor leading to the bathrooms. He shuts the door behind you and locks lips with yours right away, pressing you against the wall. You let him lower his mouth down your neck appreciating the way he handles you gently despite his obvious eagerness.

“You can touch me already if you want,” he suggests against your lips.

You move your hand from his chest to the waistband of his pants. When you feel his semi hard on in your palm the doubts of your actions come to you, and you pull back.

“I’m sorry…” You look down at your feet, too nervous to face him. “I’m not sure this is right.”

Seungmin peels off his palms from the wall you’re leaning on, and simply nods.

“It’s alright.” He shoots you a sincere half-smile, not minding the situation. “Enjoy the rest of the night.”

“You too,” you smile back watching him exit the bathroom.

You walk towards the sink to check up on your reflection in the mirror above. The effects Hyeongjun has on you are written all over your face.

A moment later after you return to your table Hyeongjun asks you to join him outside for a smoke.

The chilly wind brushes over your skin as you walk out the door, but after spending time in the humid atmosphere of the crowded bar it feels refreshing despite the shivers.

Hyeonjun steps behind you with a cigarette between his lips to put his black denim jacket over your shoulders. He brought it expecting the breeze to be chilly since fall is approaching.

He can sense damn well what happened between you and Seungmin, and his crooked smile proves it. He doesn’t bother asking questions he knows the answers to, so he skips this conversation.

“Wanna get out of here? There’s a cheap hotel nearby where we can spend the rest of the night.”

An immediate spark pops in your eyes when you hear the invitation. You don’t succeed at hiding it in time, and Hyeongjun catches the glimmer, holding onto it as he cuts the distance between you.

“Why didn’t you ask me this earlier?”

“Why does it matter?” He asks back, letting the smoke slip through his lips.

“Because I was going to say yes.”

Hyeongjun’s brows jump intrigued.

Were you really so unaware? Can’t you see the true motives behind his actions?

“So now the answer is no?”

You take a moment to respond cause you didn’t really get the chance to think about what’s your final decision.

After tossing his cigarette in the bin, Hyeongjun walks over to you again.

“Listen, doll,” he speaks softly and the name he suddenly calls you sends waves of electricity through your veins. “I know exactly what you want, I just need to hear you say it.” He slides up the loose strap of your top that was hanging from your shoulder. “It seemed like you needed a little help to figure out your real needs, and I was more than nice to give it to you. Didn’t you learn some new things about yourself the last few days? I certainly did.”

His hands trap you against the wall as he leans in. Once again, you’re at loss for words, but not so much because of nervousness, but because of how badly you crave to be kissed by him.

“You’re a dirty girl who needs to be told what to do. You get off to being watched. You wet yourself when there’s a chance you might be caught and humiliated… or scolded.” He grips your jaw and you have nowhere to look except his dark seductive eyes. “Will the sweet guys you think you want like that?”

His smile at your wordless reply lasts a second longer, as he checks out your lips that don’t sparkle anymore.

“Tsk, Seungmin wiped off your lipstick.”

You dismiss the comment. His previous words take over your entire mind, and they shock you only because Hyeongjun found out about them before you did.

“Should I put on some more for you?” Your voice comes out with a hint of provocation just as he brushes his thumb over the corner of your mouth.

Why hasn’t he kissed you yet?

You place your hand cautiously over his that’s resting on the side of your face. You’re begging to hear yes; begging to hear the invitation again so you can agree, and let him take you wherever he wants, and do whatever he feels is right for you.

“How did it feel kissing him? You must’ve dreamed about it a lot.”

“It was good…” You mutter, capturing every little bit of emotion his face could make as you continue your thoughts. “It was pretty much how I imagined it would go.”

“Great.” He whispers with dry calmness before pressing his lips together.

“But it’s not enough. That’s not what I want anymore.” You admit. “I want more. You.”

His hands roam all over you, gripping your flesh shamelessly as if you’re going to slip away any second now, but you’re not going anywhere. This is where you belong. In a small plain room of a hotel you’ve never heard the name of; with him.

You turn around, allowing him to smack your ass, as you crawl to the centre of the bed. When you peek behind your shoulder you see he’s already shirtless keeping his eyes on the way your pleated skirt exposes your bare ass.

Your plush thighs stay slightly spread apart, anticipating what’s coming.

“Did he touch here?” He runs one fingertip between your soft folds which makes you fumble over one simple word.

“No.”

“Were you going to let him if he wanted to?”

Your ass is up in the air tempting Hyeongjun to go further by bumping your entrance with the same finger. There’s already a new moisture collecting inside you, enough to spread it up to your clit and make your entire pussy slippery.

“No, I wasn’t going to…” You mumble, but hiss right after, cause your cheek jiggles from a new smack. The stinging warmth spreads on your skin pleasantly.

“Took you some time to answer,” Hyeongjun notes, digging his rings into your plush flesh by squeezing both butt cheeks. “You’re so fuckin’ desperate to pop your cherry, aren’t you? Gonna let anyone touch you, pathetic.” He moves one hand in front of you, while the other sneaks into your hair. His fingers tug on your roots not too harsh, but not too gently either, just enough to signal that you have to rise up on the instant. “Must really suck having to rub your clit every day all by yourself, poor girl.”

You mewl from the circling motions that rapidly stimulate your sensitive clit, as he keeps your back against his chest. His fingers apply more pressure than what you’re used to and the result quickly makes your mind fuzzy.

“If we’re going to do this you’ll need to learn how to use your words, kitten.” He quits the rubs and releases your hair. “Lay down.” His voice comes behind your shoulder in addition to the harsh sound of a new slap landing on your cheek.

You watch him kneel between your legs, spreading them apart with a burning flame in his eyes. However, first he wants to pull down the straps of your top before he goes down on you. He drags it down your chest, leaving it just above your bellybutton.

Hyeongjun has thought of your boobs so many times that now when they’re finally right in front of him he cannot contain the curses. His shameless stare doesn’t miss the way your nipple perks up after he flicks it with his finger. Everything about you is so delicate and succumbed to his control. Since you’re not used to being touched, every single rub, pinch and squeeze from his hand makes you gasp, and your dazed eyes amazed.

You need so little to get on cloud nine, but little is far from enough for Hyeongjun.

That’s why when he lays down to dive into your slickness he forces his tongue roughly, shooting strong rush of arousal into your core. The hungry way he laps on your juices is almost maniacally like he’s been waiting for this forever. He holds your shaking thighs that threaten to close around him, as he rolls his tongue over your clit before guiding it to your entrance.

“Gotta be soaked if you want to take me, doll.” He groans into your folds before pulling back to spit on your cunt.

He shoves two fingers inside you, making you yelp. His heavy from lust gaze moves on your flushed face all scrunched from the intense sensations that you struggle to comprehend. The captivating sight of your reactions encourages his hand to move mercilessly in and out of you; the way you clench tight just how he imagined you would provokes his pace even more.

“Feels better when someone else does it for you, doesn’t it horny girl?”

“So much b-better, Hyeongjun… please, m-more…”

He bends down and you take a close look of his mouth and sharp chin glistening with your essence.

“Your mess is all over my face, clean me up.”

Your tongue starts roaming around his mouth, cleaning carefully the corners, until stopping on his lips where you take your time gathering your juices. While you do this task his fingers have put their scissoring motion on pause, and the burning temptation to cum lingers inside you strongly as ever. Only his middle finger is teasing with miniature bumps back and forth, that you can hear the sound of in the silent room.

You suck hungrily on his bottom lip when you’re done, and that turns into the last straw for Hyeongjun. He smashes his mouth onto yours for the very first time, resuming to building back the pressure in your tummy at the same time.

The on going whimpers you make from your climax erupting so quick get lost and swallowed from the lushful contact of your lips, moving more greedily with each passing second.

You wrap hands around his neck to pull him closer, but to also have something to grab onto for support, as your body begins to convulse under his figure. The moment the wave hits you, your mouth opens in a silent scream, and you tilt your head back, pressing onto the pillow.

“Cum again for me, kitten, that’s it.” His voice goes lower and lower, as he watches you continue to squirm in the little skirt, mewling weakly from not able to control yourself at all. “So good at this…” He arches his fingers against your sweet spot a few more seconds, then takes them out to slap your vulnerable clit a few times as a praising gesture.

“I’m impressed, you’re doing so well for a virgin.” Hyeongjun pulls back, and gets up to get rid of his jeans.

Your attention span is so weak at this moment, but it’s not possible to miss the appealing features of his silhouette when he goes to look for his jacket to grab a condom, as you later find out. The waistband of his black boxers contrast against the tanned skin of his slim waist while the prominent contour of his erection has you anticipating to see what it looks like.

You heard him orgasm, but you haven’t seen him do it.

“Take these off, doll.”

You strip, but your eyes still stay focused on his body language. The nerves of seeing his cock being released from the stained fabric of his underwear, make the knot of energy in your tummy swirl with a new speed. Finally being able to free it must have made him feel good based off the long sigh that escapes through his lips when he takes it into his hand.

He tells you to turn around on your knees, and soon enough you feel his tip gliding between you folds through the protection. Although you’re squelching from how wet you are, the first inch Hyeongjun forces into your tight entrance makes you cry out.

“O-oh my god—“ You grip on the sheets when a sharp pain shoots through your lower region. Your feet move uncontrollably as the stinging continues to burn inside you, spreading everywhere. “Fuck, it hurts…”

“Just think about how good I’m gonna fuck you when you’re streched out for me.” Hyeongjun grips your hips, threatening to leave a few bruises, as his face twitches with pleasure. His erection is so overwhelmed from your tightness that it keeps throbbing, making him want to cum on the spot. “Isn’t this what you want, pretty girl? Getting fucked like a whore?”

“Yesyesyes—“ Your response melts into a wail when you feel the agony from the rest of his size going all the way through you. Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes and you try your best to hold them in.

It doesn’t get easier when he begins to thrust into you, but the only thing you can do is take it, and hope it does soon. The sound of his body clashing into your behind sounds so arousing; his loud moans excite you even more; you don’t want any of it to stop, so you pull one of the pillows and bite, suppressing your hiccups miserably.

Until he covers your mouth and you’re left sobbing in his palm.

“Shhh, it will go away. Stop fuckin’ crying,” he rumbles, just because he loves the sound of the command, not because he really wants you to.

After he changes the position by laying you on your back you really realise how much you turn him on when you cry. For this year and a half since you’ve known each other, he’s never looked at you like this once - as if he’s trying to memorise every detail that makes up your face. You’ve catched yourselves staring before; you’re always the one to look away pretending your attention was meant to be directed somewhere else, while he on the other hand, never has a problem in holding his gaze on you.

But it was never like this.

Hyeongjun follows the erotic stains of your tears like hypnotised until you hang arms around his shoulders, pulling him back into reality.

“Don’t stop…” You sneak your fingers into his dark hair, but as much as he likes the feeling of it he quickly grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Don’t stop what?”

“Fucking me… Please, I want this.”

Your voice breaks in the middle of a desperate moan after Hyeongjun fills you up again in one rough push. His strong cravings dictate his speedy pace in addition to his desire to see you completely fucked out under him that results in degrading words to keep flying out of his mouth.

“You liked that, huh..” He growls, as your whines that now sound like they come more from pleasure than from pain, begin to rise with each slam his cockhead gives your g-spot. “Does my slut starts to feel good, tell me.” He shifts in order his hand to find your clit and rub it with quick motions, that has you rolling your eyes back.

“Soo g-good… l-love it so much..” You blink up through your coiled lashes, mumbling incoherently through whimpers, “f-fuck—“ You gasp, taken aback by his hand suddenly moving from your cunt to your throat. You feel his fingers hugging your neck, putting the ideal amount of pressure on both sides to get you dizzy, as his hips do not plan on slowing down.

“Gonna fuck you so good you won’t settle for anything less than my cock, you hear me.. Nothing will ever feel like this again, kitten.”

You try to hold onto every word he says, as they send waves of arousal in your tummy, but it all becomes too much and they start slipping from your mind the second Hyeongjun mutters them in his panting.

“Look at me,” he grunts. “Don’t be pathetic, look at me as I fuck you.” He scoffs at the way your smeared with makeup eyelids barely stay open. “Rub your clit, come on. Don’t just lay there.”

“Mhhm…” A noise of desperation slips from your trembling lips immediately when your fingers get in contact with your overstimulated nerves. You don’t even need to press against it, a light brush is enough to bring your climax, when the rest of you is scorching from his pounds. “Hyeong— ‘m gonna cum—“

“Tsk,” Hyeongjun clicks with his tongue before turning your head with a slap. Your hand automatically pulls away from your clit. “That’s not the way, pretty one. What do whores say when they want to cum?”

“Please… let me cum, p-please.”

“Better,” he lifts his upper body up, locking eyes with your pleading gaze. The multiple orgasms are starting to take their toll on you, and you look so captivating with your miserable tears, and little head in the clouds. His curiosity has him already wonder how much more you can handle, but at the same time he wants to save some things for the future. “You’re trying your best, so I’ll let it slide.”

You feel the burning rush rising to flood your body, and your eyes squeeze from embarrassment, however, a moment later they open from a warning smack on your thigh.

“Look at me as you cum, doll. Is this all it takes to fuck you dumb?” He takes a peek at your boobs, bouncing with every shove of his length, then brings them back to your one hand toying with your sore clit. “Already sleeping on me, holy shit—“

Hyeongjun’s face contorts the moment you suck his cock in, tightening around his thickness. He remains silent, wanting to focus on your moans that elevate and become heavier as your mind goes blank. The condom gets fully soaked from you, as you cum even harder.

With all the strength he has, Hyeongjun slams the tip of his cock into your deepest spot, sloppier, but just as intense, waiting for your high to cool off before he pulls out.

As his own panting normalises, he gets up, slipping off the messy wrapper from his shaft.

“Come,” he calls out, standing on his feet in front of the bed. His fist is caressing his now bare cock through slow tugs. “Yeah, crawl to me, kitten.” He eyes the trouble you have using your wobbly legs with a satisfying smirk on his face.

“Stay.”

You freeze on all fours with palms close to the edge of the mattress.

It’s right in your face. There’s no condom to hide it, and you see the angry redness of his leaking tip. You can’t help, but gulp your drooling over and over again, as he lowers it down to your mouth.

“I’ve only done it with my hand,” you confess when he gets closer with the swollen head between his fingers.

“Just stay still and don’t forget to breathe.” He simply states, but then decides there’s one small thing he can help you out with. “Open your mouth for me.”

You blink up showing him a glimpse of your pink tongue. It takes you some to figure out what he’s planning on doing. Just after you notice the thick string of spit escaping his lips you realise you have to catch it. You stand in the same position dismissing the ache in your sore muscles, as you wait for his saliva to fall in your mouth.

Seeing it finally glide to the back of your tongue, Hyeongjun invites his cock in your small mouth with an unexpected persistence that makes you wince on your knees. He finds it cute that after all this time he has you under his control you still expect him to go easy on you.

“Wanna see you take all of it, fuck,” he whispers, and his hand resting on the back of your head feels your attempts to pull back already. “If you want to get fucked like a slut, you should start sucking dick like one. Come on, make your mouth just as filthy as your pussy,” he gives you an encouraging slap, feeling his erection through your cheek. “Prove to me you make a good whore.”

He pushes your head towards his lower abdomen, letting you slobber his length as much as possible. The loud groan you hear above you after his tip stays in the deepest part of your throat sends shivers down your spine. You wish you could make him feel this good without any of his guidance.

As he said, you make sure to keep breathing through your nose simultaneously fighting back the urge to gag from the unsettling taste the rubber of the condom has left on him. You force your tongue to move as much as possible, roaming wherever it can reach, as you bob your head slowly after his hand stops keeping you pressed into his tummy.

“That’s it, make it wet, doll.”

Your eyes look up innocently tempted by the subtle praise. You even let out a satisfied moan that shoots pleasant vibrations through his core, causing Hyeongjun to hum with his fingers tangling in your hair. But you couldn’t resist the emotions; seeing his dark messy hair falling into his face that’s contorted by the pleasure he’s receiving from you, brings you just as strong delight.

A moment later the bitterness on your tongue becomes too much, and you have to spit him out despite not wanting to. Your head falls defeated when you begin to gag embarrassed by your behaviour.

“Shit, it just started to feel good, what do you think you’re doing, huh?”

“I’m sorry, it’s the condom, the—“

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” Hyeongjun cuts you off, tilting your wet chin up. “I want to cum, are you denying me that?”

You shake your head watching him with apologetic hazy eyes.

“I’ll do better,” you quietly say under your breath. Your heart skips a beat when he squats, leaning in so close your noses almost brush against one another. You close your eyes anticipating the thrilling touch of his lips, but you know you have to work for that, and you quickly look back at him. “Spit on me… again.”

Hyeongjun’s eyes widen with surprise, and he stands up straight.

“Please,” you add the magic word, and you see his dark gaze sparkling from how exciting it sounds in your voice. “I deserve it.”

He doesn’t hesitate to grip your jaw, holding your head steady, and spit at the centre of your face. He does it one more time, then another, till your scrunched features have enough of it.

You open your eyes to his cock tapping your cheek before spreading the saliva everywhere on your face, and forcing it through your lips.

This time you succeed in bearing both the taste and the pain of his size bullying your throat a bit easier. You begin to get used to it, but the fact Hyeongjun’s quick hips do all the work helps you out too - this way you don’t even have the time or the ability to think about anything at all.

He glides in and out of your mouth mercilessly, not paying attention if you struggle or not. The knot in his core is so close to snapping as your eyes fill with tears again, the thought of slowing down or opening his eyes doesn’t even cross his mind.

“Fuck, fuck—“ he groans in a much weaker voice than before. The new vulnerable note to his tone makes it obvious he’s close. “God… yeah, swallow it, kitten.”

You do your best to stay still as he releases his orgasm while throbbing between your hollowed cheeks.

The intense fluttering that follows in your chest from his hand roughly closing your mouth to keep it all in makes you smile shyly, before you take his warm seed down your throat.

“Your first time eating my cum.”

It was your first time of many things.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[dira333]

In all the movies, I found you - Oikawa Tooru x Reader

for @whisperofwonder

Was it the right person at the wrong time or the wrong person at the wrong time or could it have been the right time but still the wrong person or -

Thinking about it makes your head spin. 

Like having one too many drinks, or spinning too fast on the merry-go-round, or getting up too fast after not drinking enough.

If only you could take your past relationships and send them in for a study, get the results back like you do with your blood samples.

This one had not enough love, this one was too egoistic and this one was entirely your fault.

If only you could look back at it with a smile like your friends do.

"Remember when I dated that guy? I still have the bracelets he made for me. God, I was so cringy back then."

Oikawa never made you a bracelet. And if he had given you one you wouldn't have worn it, never quite sure if he even bought it himself. Too many of his gifts had been gifted to him before.

Chocolates made by his adoring fans, that really cute notebook you thought he got for you until it turned out he stole it from his sister because he had no money left that month, and the pair of earrings a girl had basically thrown at him after he complimented them.

Oikawa Tooru, the living ghost. The only human being able to haunt you and from the other side of the earth too.

Some days you wonder if you ever loved him. Or if it was just comfortable being with him.

Not that it was ever comfortable. Staying behind after class to walk home with him, pretending not to notice when all the girls fawn over him, getting roped into helping Iwaizumi when Tooru overdid it with training again.

Tooru.

How you hate that name.

It's one thing thinking about him by last name. Like he's just a guy from class you used to have a crush on.

The way you call Semi Semi and not Eita, even though you kissed in the girl's bathroom while everyone else was still sitting through the English exam. Because he's just a guy from College you'd rather forget, a guy you flirted with because he seemed the exact opposite of Tooru.

Only to turn out a setter who'd been left in the dust by his more talented junior. Maybe it's just you who's cursed to find those guys.

-

Go on a Blind Date, they said. It will be fun, they said.

Now you're sitting across from no one other than Iwaizumi Hajime, 28, athletic trainer, who's hiding his red face behind the menu.

"I didn't know it would be you," you tell him instead of choosing a wine because, of course, Iwaizumi would pick a fancy ass restaurant for a Blind Date.

"Sure, yeah, no..." He grumbles into his non-existent beard. "I should have... I should have asked."

"I'm sure your friends would have understood," you joke without humor. "Not that it's easy to find a girl in Japan that hasn't dated Oikawa yet."

Iwaizumi lowers his menu and you regret your words.

If anyone can read you like an open book, it's Hajime. Iwa-chan. Iwaizumi-kun.

Your mind transports you back to your first year at Seijoh and you're so glad it doesn't take you to graduation day for once, you let it happen.

-

"Who do you think is cute, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa asks, his voice much too loud for lunch break. You can hear him all the way to where you're sitting. But you don't hear Iwaizumi's answer though you desperately wish for it.

He's cute. Quieter than his friend, though he gets angry easily. Yesterday he helped you carry books all the way to the teacher's lounge, not once breaking a sweat, his face red as he tried not to look at you.

If you could wish for something, you'd wish for him to like you.

Because Oikawa would only like you if you were popular or pretty or really cool and you don't think you're any of these things. But Iwaizumi reminds you of your favorite Ghibli films, of Kanta Ōgaki in "My Neighbour Totoro" or Seiji Amasawa in "Whispers of the Heart".

But Iwaizumi doesn't say who he thinks is cute. Instead, Oikawa calls your name, much too loud for the quiet room.

"I think she's cute," Oikawa says and you can feel eyes on you, wondering if anyone knows that you don't actually listen to music with those big headphones on. "I like girls with pigtails."

-

"Do you miss him?" Iwaizumi asks over forgotten menus and expensive tablecloths.

"Do you?" You ask back, never one to answer a question directly.

"Sometimes," he admits. "Mostly when I forget how annoying he could get."

You laugh, surprising yourself. "Yeah," you agree. He's like..." You try to think of a character you could compare him with but come up empty. "Maybe the Witch of the Waste?"

Iwaizumi laughs. "I don't think he'd like that comparison."

"Maybe not," you shrug. "But he deserves it for sure."

“I always thought he was more like Howl,” Iwaizumi admits. “He’s cocky and arrogant and everything else, but he cares, you know.”

You stare at him for a moment, left speechless. 

“Well,” you finally clear your throat. “He can be Howl if he wants to. I was just never his Sophie.”

-

Iwaizumi, ever the Gentleman, walks you all the way to your apartment.

“You know,” he admits against the cold of the night. “I used to think Oikawa only flirted with you because he thought I liked you.”

You snort. “That sounds like him.”

“It doesn’t,” Iwaizumi shakes his head. “He’s very loyal. He just hasn’t yet figured out how to love two things at the same time.”

“Volleyball and other people?” “Volleyball and you.”

His words cut your skin like a hot knife through butter and you wonder if he can see it, can see you bleeding out next to him on the sidewalk.

“It’s been ten years,” you tell him with a voice like sandpaper. “I think we’re both over this.”

“And yet you’re not.”

“You’re being mean, Iwaizumi.”

“You’re being a liar.”

You stare up at the streetlight above you and wish it to be a shooting star.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Believe?” He asks, like he’s not so sure himself. “Look, I’m not a Ghibli Mastermind like you, but maybe, just maybe, Oikawa needs help finding his heart too?”

You snort. “Oh, so you want me to feed him his fire heart and hope for the best? This is real life, Iwaizumi, not a fairy tale!”

“One more chance,” he disagrees, holding up his phone. “How about we post a picture?”

And though it can only mean heartbreak, you agree.

Maybe if you hurt him a little, you’ll hurt less.

- - -

The picture is a little bit blurry and not at all flattering and there’s not even a caption to begin with.

Tooru stares at it during breakfast, counts the rising number of likes, and waits for yours.

Did Iwa-chan not recognize you? Could he really, after all that time spent together?

Or is it not you and he’s hallucinating, seeing your face where it isn’t like in those first weeks after moving and after every single game.

“Find me in the future,” Sophie asks Howl and he wonders if you asked him that too, with your eyes instead of your lips, with your dreams instead of your words, when he left Japan for good.

But Tooru’s never dared to do it. Only in his dreams, only in the faces of other people, in the touch of women who aren’t you.

-

It’s midnight in Japan and midday in Argentina and he’s still not closer to any solution.

It must be you, Tooru’s sure of it, but who are you now?

Are you still the girl who sat on the edge of his bed, watching him as he watched Volleyball Matches, the quietest supporter he’s ever had?

Are you still a lexicon of Ghibli Movies, a mind that never tires to compare, to give birth to new stories?

Are you still in love with him like you used to be?

Were you even in love with him when he thought you were?

-

Tooru’s only ever dreamed of making it big, of playing Volleyball, of proving himself. 

At least until you slid your hand into his on the way home after training, rested your head on his shoulder as “Whispers of the Heart” played on his tiny Laptop Screen, as you kissed his cheek in the morning, waiting for the bus.

You’d opened a door in his heart without him knowing, a window to a world he’d never thought about.

One where he works a nine-to-five, takes the trash out before going to work, does the dishes while you cook. A life that looks so much like his parents it scares him a little, because what if he wanted that? What if he did that? What if he just gave up the first dream he ever thought about achieving?

Would you still love him if he was mundane?

-

There are no more pictures of you in Iwaizumi’s feed. 

No one with your name liked the post.

But after two weeks of stalking, he finds some guy called Akaashi whose girlfriend posts every single day, and there, sitting right next to someone he could care less about, are you.

Your hair color is different and you’re older than he ever knew you, but he can still find a home in your eyes, see memories reflected in your smile.

Tooru thinks of Sophie and Howl, of Seiji Amasawa and Shizuku Tsukishima, of all the stories you made him watch with your head on his shoulder and your hand in his.

It’s easy now to find your profile, but hard to watch the years pass by in nothing more than pictures. 

What he missed by leaving. 

And what did he gain but a feeling of homesickness?  A longing, not for a place, but a person.

-

Tooru carries you around for two more weeks, the thought of you, the memory.

He writes message after message only to delete them instead of sending them out, never once proud or sure about what he wants to say.

Because what right does he have to want you back?

What does he have to offer but a longing heart on the other side of the world?

He watches every Ghibli Movie he knows, hoping for inspiration to strike, a quote to fall into his lap.

He laments to Iwa-chan about it after he successfully figures out that you are not, in fact, dating.

“It’s not about the words, idiot!” Iwaizumi scolds him over the phone. “It’s about the effort. It’s always the same with you!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, like you don’t remember trading autographs for bracelets because you did not want her to have some subpar present from you.”

“Excuse me, that was a great idea!”

“No, it wasn’t, dipshit! It just made you look like you didn’t give a crap.”

“But I did!”

“Well, how would she know?”

- - -

“I miss you.” 

Three words and not a single, damned emoji.

You stare at them for an hour and then some more, bite your lips bloody as you consider them.

Oikawa Tooru, Tooru-kun, the first and only guy you unironically called Darling…

Is that the chance Iwaizumi asked for? 

You could just not write back. 

You could just ignore him.

But you’re tired of being haunted and tired of being hurt and tired of loving someone years after he broke up.

You’re tired of lying to yourself too.

“I miss you too.”

[yuyan]

To my darling

A/n: Merry Christmas and have a happy new year! I hope you enjoy it @pavo-ocell-me! This was a very fun event that I loved taking part in @2023gisecretsanta

Pairing: Lyney x gn!reader

Tags: Pure fluff! Modern au, implied school/college setting, penpals, pre-established relationship, reader is learning French, where reader lives doesn't have snow, one curse word just one ^^

"Take intermediate French they said. You'll be fine they said," you muttered to no one in particular as you read the Google translation over and over again. "My French teacher is going to kill me."

You rubbed your eyes, peeking out of makeshift pillow your arms made. Standing tall at the front of the class with a booming voice was your French teacher. She held a small, clear glass jar with folded bits of paper inside in one hand while placing a stack of letters on her lectern with her other.

"Speaking with natives is an excellent and necessary way to develop your language skills (unlike this soon to be 30 minute speech) so due to the cancellation of the exchange program for this year and the long dragged on meeting, we have decided to give you all pen pals!" she announced. Her arms held a wide stance, awaiting for something you were unaware of.

Some whispers and small squeals echoed through the lecture hall. Others groaned and put their head on the desk, waiting for celestia, perhaps even an archon to take them. You did neither.

"I wish I could turn back time," you sighed. After contemplating for an hour whether your teacher would ever find out that you used Google translate to write half your letter or not, you started handwriting it on a stack of fancy paper you really shouldn't have been able to afford. "Shell never know. It's not like he can tell her anyways."

As you dragged your pen along the piece of paper, you remembered the speech about how necessary this was, the small piece of paper you pulled out of the bag and the letter that came with it. With a small smile playing on your lips, you signed off and stuck the small paper that read "lyney" just below your name with a paper rainbow rose you made yourself. It had its imperfections but it's similarity to the fresh ones he sent you left you content.

"Oh my god why did he reply so fast?" you asked yourself. Not even 3 days later and you received another letter from lyney. You traced the grooves of the red wax seal made you shiver. He wouldn't ever know you used google translate right? With pursed lips, you opened it. Perfume immediately muddled your senses as you opened up the envelope. Your peers hadn't even sent their first letter, let alone receive their second.

As you skimmed over the letter, you took down some notes like where he's from–which was so uncessary–what he likes to do and some of his contact details. You hummed, giving yourself imaginary pats on the back for reading a whole three sentences before typing the other two paragraphs into Google translate. You really needed to switch classes, desperately.

It was only then you spotted that a sentence in french came out the same in the translation. "You really shouldn't be using Google translate for these letters," written at the very bottom. Well fuck.

"You are friends with your penpal? Well that's lovely (name)," your French teacher clapped with bright sparkles in her eyes. It blinded you for a second and you had to look away before you lost the ability to see forever.

Instagram

(potato_name):lyney sent a reel.

(potato_name):lyney sent a picture.

(potato_name):lyney sent you a mes...

I didn't use Google translate for this one. Are you proud of me? You wrote at the bottom before slipping the letter into its envelope and sealing it with the new wax stamp set you bought recently.

You rushed back home. You winced at the clatter of your laptop in your bag hitting the floor, deciding it was a problem for future you. Ripping open the envelope and skimming through the letter, you read at the very bottom 'I am proud of anything you do, mon Cheri."

A smile broke out onto your lips as you neatly kept it away in a small box your mother got you from Fontaine when you were little. The small box was made of white marble with gold outlining its edges and gathering in a few swirls in the middle where the golden clasp rested.

The Sun shone brightly despite it being the middle of December. Rays of Sunlight squeezed through your closed curtains and you wondered if it was snowing in Fontaine right now. Did Lyney like playing in the snow?

Letters became less and less frequent as your peers lost motivation in writing long drawn out of paragraphs with nothing but small talk. A year and a half had passed yet your teacher held a strong morale despite the head of languages not enforcing this penpals program anymore. Even they must have gotten tired of the back and forth.

A few days until Christmas holidays. Opening your phone, you checked to see if lyney had texted you anything. Nothing...

Your eyes kept glossing over your texts from Friday 11am. Its been a week. Pictures of him and his two siblings who added you back on Instagram. Even Lynette had texted you today, showing some new tea she bought from inazuma last week.

Lynette

My brother has been writing non-stop for the past few days. Are you guys still doing the penpals thing?

You

No, maybe he is writing to someone else?

Your stomach dropped as you reread your message. "Writing to someone else...I need fresh air." You took your phone and wallet and headed out the door.

"Where are you going?" your roomate called out but you were already heading to the lift. You ran your fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face with a sigh. It shouldn't matter. It shouldn't matter but this is the fifth time you've checked your phone this morning and its been a week with only a read tag.

"I seriously need to ban myself from my phone."

Lynette

Oh...nevermind. I'll ask him then.

Sent Friday 10 : 39am

"The christmas carnival was so much funner this year," your friend said, laughing. Then one hiccup escaped from her mouth. And then another one. Until you and your other friend bursted out laughing. "Not funny!"

"Yeah yeah. I still can't believe (Name) won that plushie from that shooting stall," your other friend said. He tossed another chip in his mouth, after finally calming down from his laughter.

"I'm surprised too. Those games are typically so rigged, I mean did you see the look on the owner's face though?" you said.

Holding up the little classic brown teddy bear, you admired it at all angles. Its red bow had a little bell hanging from the centre, jingling as you walked.

Its silly smile matched yours and then you noticed it. The small teddy's bowtie resembled the one Lyney wore in one of the pictures he sent. And the small envelope the size of your palm that the teddy held was a real one made of paper.

"(Name)? Whats wrong?"

"Nothing! I just realised my parents wanted me back at 10 and well its 11 so I have to go," you said with a bright smile, "Bye!"

"You live in a dorm though?" your friend countered, "(Name)!" But you were already walking out of the festival gates.

Picking out the small envelope, you brushed your thumb over the grooves of the wax seal. The same wax seal that you used for the last letter you sent. Did he really get the same stamp?

A mini rainbow rose fell out. The vibrant colours provided a stark contrast to the humid summer night. One letter. Five words. I love you, Mon cheri.

Your eyes widened and you nearly dropped the letter, fumbling with it for a bit. Taking in the cool nighttime breeze, you looked up only to see the person you hadn't talk to in a week standing only a few metres away from you.

Lyney held a bouquet of vibrant rainbow roses in one hand and the other behind his back.

"How are you..?" You took as step back, your gaze falling to the floor then back up at him again.

"I told you I'm a magician in one of my letters didn't I?" Lyney started, "I would appear anywhere if it was to be with you."

[unreliablesnake]

Escort (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: When Simon sees a picture of you with another man, his thoughts go wild. But he wasn't prepared to find out his girlfriend is a high-class escort. Can your relationship survive this?

Warning: No warning applies.

Simon never asked how you could afford your loft in London, how you could travel around the world, how you had money to buy designer clothes, the newest phones, and other luxury items. He always assumed you came from a wealthy family so he never wanted to ask questions you might find uncomfortable.

"Hey, Ghost, isn't this the girl from your lock screen photo?" Johnny asked one day, showing the lieutenant an article on his phone.

It was about some charity gala in New York with a bunch of famous and disgustingly wealthy people. Johnny was looking at the gallery when he bumped into the photo, and this discovery sent Simon into a spiral. There you were in a breathtaking royal blue dress, standing next to some guy who was at least twenty years older than you.

Maybe he was your father. Or an uncle. Or a stranger the photographer asked you to pose with. There was a chance you had a perfectly good explanation for the photo, all he had to do was ask who it was. He took a quick look at the name of the event then stormed out of the living room of the safehouse to send you a message.

Simon: I saw you were at a fancy party in New York last night.

You didn't read the message right away which was odd because you always had the damn phone in your hand. But as soon as he thought about the time zones, he remembered that if you really were in New York, you were probably sleeping. Damn it, he would have to wait more for your answer. He would go crazy until then.

But then his phone suddenly pinged.

You: How do you know?

Seriously? Simon quickly searched for the article Johnny found, saved the photo, then sent it to you.

Simon: I found this.

You: Didn't know you were reading such articles.

Simon: Who's the guy?

You: A friend.

Simon: Family friend?

You: No.

Simon: He's older than your usual friends.

You read the message but went silent. He waited for a while, hoping you had a reason for your absence, like being away from your phone for a couple of minutes, but you never replied.

Simon: Radio silence? Really? I'm gonna ask again. Who's the guy?

You: We'll talk about it when you're around.

Simon: Are you about to break up with me? Because if so, we can skip the meeting.

You: I don't want to break up, but it's complicated.

Simon: I'll be there on Friday. How about meeting at your place around seven?

You: Sounds good. I'll go back to sleep now.

He used a breathing exercise to calm down after this conversation, but it didn't work. His mind kept returning to the photo, all the little details like the guy having an arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. It was too intimate to be a relative's touch, and you surely wouldn't let a stranger touch you like this.

The following days passed painfully slowly, with Johnny once bringing up the photo again to ask if he knew who the man was. When they returned to England, Simon quickly left the group and headed to London to see you. His mind was in overdrive, the only thing he could think about was the possibility of you cheating on him.

He rang the doorbell and you opened within half a minute. You were obviously waiting for him, seemingly nervous as you let him inside. Whatever it was that you wanted to tell him, it clearly affected your mental state as well. Hopefully this would result in you being perfectly honest with him.

"Can I get you anything?" you asked with your hands behind your back as he sat down on the couch. Simon shook his head and motioned you to sit down as well. "All right, I guess you want to skip the small talk. You know, while I was in college, I soon realized that I needed a good job, something that pays well. A friend of mine… So…"

You stopped talking and let out a sigh. Whatever you wanted to say, it made you look away from him.

"She worked as a high-class escort. She told me a lot about it, introduced me to some people, and… Well, I ended up doing the same thing," you admitted, finally looking back at him out of the corner of your eye.

Fucking hell. The idea of you doing something like that crossed his mind but he never assumed you were stupid enough to actually do it. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stood up and began pacing in front of you. What was he supposed to say? None of the words he could think of seemed right.

You stood up as well and reached out to take his hand that he immediately pulled away. "Simon, please, say something," you begged him.

"Did you ever love me?" he asked, finally looking you in the eye.

"I still love you. Listen, you're the most important person in my life, the only normal thing I have is this relationship. Don't take it away from me, please."

"You're sleeping with other men for money! What the fuck am I supposed to do? Stick around and cheer you on?" he asked with a desperate laugh. "I'm not staying for that. It's over, Y/N."

With that he began to walk towards the door to leave, but you quickly ran after him and stood in his way. "Simon, please. What do you want me to do?"

"Would you quit?" After some consideration, you bit on your lower lip and shook your head. "Thought so," he said with a sigh. "Money is more important, right?"

You opened your mouth to say something in your defense, but no sound left your throat. Simon shook his head and sidestepped you to leave the apartment. He hated you at that moment, feeling disgusted at the thought of having been sharing you with other men when he thought he was the only one.

This breakup took its toll on him, causing several sleepless nights while he was at home between missions. He often found himself looking at the photos of the two of you together, wondering if he should delete them all to get rid of you forever. In the end he copied them to a thumb drive which he hid in the back of a drawer.

Six months. That's how long you had been together. Six months that somehow felt like a year or two. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get you out of his mind. His thoughts kept returning to you, wondering what you were doing, whether or not you were also thinking about him.

After the breakup he had blocked you in the app that you used for communication, but one night, when he was somewhere far from home on a mission, he unblocked you and opened the chat. For a while he just stared at the screen, trying to decide if he should write to you or not.

Johnny had been right, he was grumpier than usual in the past month or so. All because of you. Why would he act like that, why would he still be angry if he didn't have any feelings for you anymore? Maybe he should just swallow his pride and see if it could work out, if he could ignore the fact you were doing what you were doing.

Simon: What's up?

He didn't expect you to reply. It was a desperate shot in the dark, so he turned off the screen and put the phone beside his pillow before lying down and looking at the ceiling. Simon let out a sigh and closed his eyes, wishing not to see your face in his dreams.

"Hey, Ghost, are you awake?"

Opening one eye to glance at the door, Simon saw Gaz standing there. "I am," he replied.

The sergeant flashed a wide smile at him. "Soap got us booze, why don't you join us? A little team building."

"I'm not in the mood. And is it a good idea to drink during the mission?"

"The Captain even joined us since the mission is technically almost over. Come on, don't waste your time here," Gaz tried.

But Simon didn't really hear the last sentence because the phone next to his head beeped, and when he glanced at the screen, he saw it was a message from you. Damn, he didn't expect anything. Clearing his throat, he picked up the device and sat up. "I'll be out soon," he lied to Gaz, hoping this would make him leave.

You: What's up? Really? You unblock me after almost two months and that's what you can come up with?

So you were mad at him. A part of him understood, while another believed it was him who had the right to be angry. With a deep growl he stood up to walk around the room, keeping an eye on the phone the whole time. What should he do? Sure, he was mad too, but he also missed you like crazy.

Oh, fuck it.

Simon: I didn't know what to say. Are you okay?

You: What do you think?

Simon: Can we talk?

You: Not now.

Simon: You're not alone?

You: I'm not.

Simon: Working?

You: No.

The next message was a photo of you and a few of your friends in a bar. Simon smiled when he saw you because he hadn't seen your face in weeks. When you were together, he never followed you on social media, but since the breakup he deliberately avoided your profiles so he knew nothing about what was going on in your life. This was his way of building a healthy distance.

Simon: We just finished a mission so I'll be home soon. Why don't we go out for dinner?

You: You sure it's a good idea?

Simon: I miss you.

Taking a deep breath, he wondered if he should tell you that he wanted a fresh start. Or maybe it was too soon. No, you should know the truth in advance because he didn't want to waste his time if you would say no anyway.

Simon: I want to find out if I could handle your job. Would you be willing to give our relationship another shot?

You: Are you sure about this?

Simon: I am.

You: Well, I'm not. You were right, sleeping with other men while we're together? It's crazy, I shouldn't have put you through this.

Simon: Don't say this, not when I'm finally about to accept it.

You: Bye, Simon.

You blocked him. Simon thought he was imagining it, but you really did block him. He raised his hand with the phone and was ready to throw it against the wall when he realized he shouldn't lose his temper. It wasn't the end, he knew where you lived. All he had to do was visit you when he got back.

And that's what he did. He sneaked into the building and, since you seemingly weren't there, waited for you in the hallway. After a while he lost track of time, and when he finally looked at his watch and realized he'd been waiting for five hours now, he pulled out his phone and decided to call you.

First try. You declined the call.

Second try. You declined the call.

Third try. You declined the call.

But just when he was about to give up, you finally answered. "I'm gonna block your bloody number if you don't stop," you snapped at him.

"Where are you?" asked Simon quickly.

"I know you're waiting for me so I'm not going home."

With a frown he looked over at the door, and there it was, a video doorbell camera. He should have noticed right away. "Look, I just want to talk."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Y/N, please, come here," he tried, his voice suddenly dropping into a tired whisper.

Simon could hear you let out a sigh on the other end of the line. "Fine. I'll be there in twenty," you said before ending the call.

As you promised, you got home soon, and Simon stood there in the hallway with his hands behind his back as he watched you carefully. He was good at interrogation, he knew perfectly well how to read people. But you were an enigma. For some reason he couldn't see through your anger.

Once inside the loft, you stopped in the door while he walked into the living room. Simon looked at you with raised eyebrows, trying to figure out why you weren't coming closer. As he waited, his eyes found a framed photo of the two of you on a shelf near the window. Could it be that despite your anger you still loved him?

"Y/N," he began quietly as he took a few steps towards you. "I might have overreacted when you told me the truth. Look, it took me by surprise, I wasn't prepared to hear you say that. But--"

"It's okay, I get it," you interrupted him after walking a little closer to where he was.

Shaking his head, Simon closed the gap between you and stood in front of you toe to toe. "No, you don't," he said quietly, putting a hand on your cheek. "I had time to think and as long as you come home to me, as long as you introduce me as your boyfriend, I'm okay with it. I think. I don't know for sure, but we should give it a shot."

You gulped loudly as you thought about his words. He was terrified to hear your reaction because something told him you were hell-bent on staying away from him. It wouldn't matter what he said, you were too stubborn to change your mind.

"Why?" you suddenly asked.

"Because I love you. Because I wasn't myself after we broke up which tells me you're the only person who can keep me sane. I'm selfish and I need you," explained Simon as he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. "Please."

Closing your eyes, you put your hands on his chest and let out a quiet chuckle.

"What is it?"

"My friends said I wasn't myself after you left me," you said, although something told Simon that it wasn't just your friends who said that. No, he couldn't think about that. "I wish I could say we should try again, but I don't think you could handle the thought of me being with others. I can't make you go through that pain."

Simon kissed you, hoping this could convince you that he was serious. Your hands moved from his chest to his neck as you returned the kiss, slowly getting lost in the sensation which gave him hope. And courage. After months he could finally touch you again, so he made you walk backwards until your back hit the wall then grabbed your ass and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around him.

Despite doing exactly what he wanted you to do, you still pulled your lips away. "Stop this," you whispered with a sad look in your eyes.

"Why?" Simon began to place kisses all over your face, his heart beating fast from the mixture of anxiety and arousal. "Don't do this to us, don't ruin this. Do you love me?" You thought for a moment, but then you nodded. "Then stop overthinking."

It worked because you kissed him again, this time being hungry and passionate, immediately waking old memories in Simon's mind. He began to walk to the bedroom with you, but before you could get there, you pulled away and jumped off of him.

"Shit, it's already this late?" you asked as you looked at your watch again. "I'm so sorry, Simon, I don't have time for that now."

"Meeting a client?" asked Simon sourly.

You shook your head at this. "No, that's tomorrow. Today I'm gonna meet my parents for dinner. They don't come to London often so I wanna take them somewhere nice," you explained with a sweet smile.

With a relieved laugh, Simon kissed you again. "Okay, get ready then. I don't want to keep you up."

Although you began to walk into your bedroom, you suddenly came to an abrupt halt and turned back to him. "Why don't you stay here?"

"You mean…?"

"I'll give you spare keys so you can move around, but at least you would have a place to stay in London. Also it wouldn't be bad if you were here when I get back from the restaurant. We could pick up where we just left off."

As you talked, you slowly began to strip for him, flashing a wicked little smile at Simon when you heard him gulp then clear his throat. You knew perfectly well what you were doing to him, so he walked up to you and ran his hands down your bare sides.

"If you keep doing that, you're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," he told you as he pulled you closer.

"I'll die first anyway," you noted with a laugh.

"I'm the soldier and you're the one saying that?" he asked with a frown. "Why?"

With a seductive smile on your lips, you put your hands on his shoulders then began to move them down his arms. "Have you ever looked into the mirror? Your broad shoulders alone will kill me one day," you said, completely mesmerized by the sight.

Simon let out a laugh and kissed the top of your head. "Weren't you late a minute ago?" You looked up at him and nodded. "Then go. I'll wait here."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

[emilyssky]

Chapter 12: The Mess We Made

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, choking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"  

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."    

One year ago today Chan was running around my apartment, anxiously changing from a variety of dress shirts and pants. I remember how big this event was for him and how nervous he was about going for the first time, since back then he only knew the boys just a couple of months. This year things are different.

To say that I was anxious about going is an understatement and thank fucking god that Emma let me borrow one of her dresses cause I probably wouldn't have gone otherwise. Emma grew up in a quite wealthy family, she attended one of the best private schools in the area, and that involved many fancy parties and proms. So she has a good amount of nice, long dresses.

Unlike Emma, I was invited last minute and not by the person I would like, either way, I'm happy that Jeongin invited me the night we hang out. In Seungmin's family apparently, it's a tradition to host a Christmas Eve dinner party, and was a massive deal for him growing up. His nights before Christmas were filled with fancy dresses and suits, people drinking a shit tone of champagne, and 5-star catering employees walking around with plates of foods too small to be that expensive while classical Christmas music played in the background. During the last few years that he's been living on his own, he decided to carry on his family tradition and this year is no exception. I was kind of excited, I have to admit, it's not every day that I get to wear a fancy-ass dress and act like I'm not a broke college student that can barely keep her shit together. The one thing that I was stressing about was the fact that you had to bring a date. Of course, Seungmin told me that it would be completely okay if I show up alone but honestly, it will feel a little pathetic going solo, especially since he's going to be there. A small part of me wanted him to ask me that night. I waited and waited until the second I got out of his car but he never did. Moments from yesterday have been playing through my mind on repeat, like a film from an old movie, bits and pieces of the way he look at me and how the way his smile made the night sky a little brighter. I didn't expect him to call or text but still, since I woke up every time a notification would pop up a part of me hoped it was him. I'm both scared and curious to see how he's gonna act tonight but I know that if he acts like nothing happen it's gonna hurt just a little more this time.

Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix offered to be my dates yet I said no to all three of them. Everyone knows that we're friends and if I showed up with one of them as my date it would mean that I wasn't able to find someone else. Which is true, finding someone who's willing to come as your date to a nice Christmas Eve party is harder than I thought. When Kai offered to be my date after overhearing me complain to Hyunjin about not having one I was extremely reviled. I like Kai, he's pretty chill and I feel like he's going to be a great date, plus everyone knows him. Emma is going with Seungmin obviously, while Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix are all going solo, probably in hopes of getting laid.

I smoothen the front of my dress as we step into the elevator. The dress Emma gave me is breathtaking. It's a deep, dark shade of red that contrasts with the paleness of my skin perfectly and the satin fabric falls loose around my body yet tight enough in the right places in order to hug my curves perfectly. The straps are thin, not offering much support to my breasts, but thankfully Emma and I have similar chests so the cups of the dress are enough. My whole back is bare, the fabric starting from the top of my ass and hitting the ground while the big cut that's starting from the middle of my thigh, exposed almost my whole leg. I kept my makeup natural, letting the dress and the deep red that painted my lips do all the work. On any other occasion, I would've perfectly straightened my hair, but his compliment from last night tickled the side of my brain, so I let my long, thick brown curls fall all over my shoulders and down my back.

I bounced my right leg up and down, the sound of my heels clicking against the floor of the large elevator filling the small space.

"Can't you just relax?" Emma touched up the sides of her nude, glossy lips with the tip of her finger in the elevator mirror. She is dressed in a white, tight, strapless dress that makes her figure look almost fake. The way her boobs are pushed upwards and the way the fabric of the dress is so tight around her waist make her body look incredible, offering her an hourglass shape.

"Yeah, you've been fidgeting the whole way here." Kai adds, leaning against the wall with hands in his pockets. He's wearing a simple black suit with a dark red tie to match my dress, which I find really thoughtful and cute. His dirty blond hair is messily styled, yet somehow he managed to look like a runway model.

"I've never been in anything like this before." I mumble but in reality, that's not the reason I've been on edge since I woke up. It's not the people that are gonna be there, it's not the fancy setting or the nice clothes. It's him. It's the fact that he's going to be there, and the irritating feeling deep inside me that he's not going to be alone.

Kai pushes himself off the wall just as the elevator doors over. "You look stunning, relax." He leans in my way, his tone just a little lower than before.

I exhale, forming a small smile and we exit the elevator.

"It's going to be so much fun!" Emma squeals, fastening her step down the hall. "I'm so excited!"

We reach their door and Emma rings the doorbell. I feel my palms sweating already, my fingers playing with each other nervously. Kai shoots me a glance before resting his hand on my lower back, his fingers brushing my hip.

The door opens.

Seungmin's eyes go wide, the rest of his face staying completely still. "You're kidding." His gaze travels along her body.

Her smile goes wide, her whole face blushing. "You like it?"

He clears his throat. "There are people here." His tone drops so that only we are able to hear him. "So I can't really express myself properly. "

I hold my laugh. They're so freaking cute.

He opens the door further. "Please, come in."

The apartment is brighter than ever, with beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, crystals reflecting the light perfectly down on the crowd of people talking and slow dancing in the middle of the massive living room. All the furniture has been removed, the couch, the armchairs, the tables, everything, leaving the space empty and open. I can count almost 30 people here, and I can't help but let my eyes stare in awe at all the beautiful dresses and outfits. It's like a ball straight out of a movie, with slow music playing in the background, the food, the drinks, and the people, it's incredible.

"Oh, my god baby..." Emma whispers, wrapping her arm around Seungmin as we walk further into the apartment.

"Don't worry, " He says, sensing how nervous all 3 of us suddenly are. "Everyone here is in my inner circle, just close friends and family. All the guys are already here, as well."

Em's feet freeze. "Family?"

A soft smile overtakes Seungmin's lips. "Come with me."

We watch as he drags her further into the crowd, disappearing.

"Well," Kai turns to me. "Shall we go find the others?"

"I'm gonna need a drink first." I chuckle nervously.

Kai looks around, locking eyes with one of the waiters walking slowly between the people, offering them a glass of champagne, and motions for him politely to come our way.

"Champagne?" The blond waiter offers with a sweet smile.

I curl my fingers around a glass, lifting it off his tray. "Thank you."

He nods politely and walks away.

"I see them," Kai says close to my ear. "Let's go."

He takes my hand in his, leading the way to the end of the living room, near the massive windows, that offered an incredible view of the night city. All of them are standing there in a circle talking amongst themselves. Chan's eyes spot us and I can't help but smile at his expression.

"No way." He shakes his head, not believing his eyes. His comment makes everyone's head snap in our direction.

"Holy shit!" Hyunjin's eyes go wide, the glass of champagne freezing inches away from his mouth.

"What can I say?" Kai lifts his free hand, shrugging with a smug expression. " I might have the hottest date in the whole party."

"Shut up." I roll my eyes, his comment making heat spread all over my face.

Chan inches forward, looking at me from head to toe. "You look unreal." He takes my hand, pulling me away from Kai's grip and spinning me into a circle. "Wow."

I can't help but giggle a little.

"No seriously," Hyunjin moves to stand next to Chan. "You look hot as fuck."

"Thank you guys." I nod at both of them, appreciating the way they always go out of their way to make me feel good about myself. "You don't look but yourselves."

Chan adjusts his black tie, making it a little tighter around his neck before rolling up the sleeves of his perfectly straight, white dress shirt, that I ironed a few hours ago after much begging from his part. With black dress pants, black boots, and his dark, messy curls styled just enough to look good but not preppy, he looks shockingly different. Hyunjin wears a similar outfit to Chan and with a face like his and the way his long, blonde hair falls just above his shoulders, he looks like a prince. I move my gaze behind them, noticing Jisung, Jeongin, and Changbin with Lia, who's apparently the only one with a date. I quickly realize that Minho and Felix are missing.

"Where's Felix and Minho?" I ask them as casually as I can.

I notice the small glance that they exchange before Hyunjin speaks up. "Smoke break." I simply nod and move to greet the rest of them.

"Oh, my gosh you look stunning!" I give her a quick hug.

She tugs her hair behind her ear, shyly. "Thank you, you look amazing too."

"Green?" I lift my eyebrow at Changbin's dark green suit.

"I don't like boring outfits." He smirks. "The room is full of them."

"Shut up, Shrek." Jisung rolls his eyes at his friend, pulling me into a hug.

"Hey," I mumble with a soft smile in the small space between his shoulder and his neck.

"I was waiting for you." He says.

"Too many people?"

He scoffs a laugh. "Too many fancy, important people and not enough alcohol to get me though. There are some people connected to my family here as well and let's say that I would rather not talk to them at all. " He explains.

I remember when Minho explained to me everything about Jisung's past and how he and Seungmin are connected but I mask my face and pretended not to know anything. "Really?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you another time."

"Okay." I touch his shoulder sympathetically.

"Hello, gorgeous." Jeongin pulls me in a small, side hug, his cologne hitting my nose immediately.

"Hi." I smile at his compliment.

"So you found a date?" He nods Kai's way, who's chatting with Chan and Hyunjin.

"More like the date found me." I shrug.

He takes a sip of his champagne. "Bummer."

"Bummer?" I lift my eyebrows. "Why?"

"I would've asked you if I knew you were available." He boldly states, his face natural and his eyes confident.

"What made you think I wasn't available when you told me about the party?" I reply, mirroring his confidence.

His face breaks into a smile, dropping his head a little lower. "Were you?"

His question almost feels challenging and makes me wonder if he knows anything about me and Minho.

I look away, into the crowd. "Jeongin, if you had asked me, I would've said yes." I reply instead.

I feel him taking a step forward. "Well, I'll remember that moving forward."

I don't know what to do or say besides simply smiling at him, his forceful approach taking me by surprise.

He lifts his half-empty glass of champagne towards me and I do the same, before drowning the remains of the bubbly liquid.

"May I steal her for a few minutes?" I feel Kai's hand resting on my back.

Jeongin brings his lips into a tight smile. "Of course, she's your date after all."

I let Kai lead me to the dance floor where a good amount of couples are slow dancing to a beautiful melody coming from the speakers. I place my hand comfortably on his shoulder and wrap the other one around his before we start swinging to the music.

"So," He drags the word. "You're switching to one of his best friends?"

I look at him confused. "What?"

"I thought Minho was the one you were going after." He lets go of my waist, spinning me 2 times before settling back into our previous position.

"I'm not 'going after' anyone." I straighten my back. "And to answer your question; no. Minho wasn't one."

"And Jeongin is?" He presses but not at all in a rude or angry way. His tone is light and conversational.

"Can't a girl just have fun?" I almost whine out loud.

"Oh, trust me you can have fun." He chuckles charmingly. "If having 3 guys running after you is your idea of fun."

Now it's my turn to chuckle. "That's not true."

He clears his throat. "You're right, 4."

I narrow my eyes at his hint of a smile. " I know I'm not your type."

He tightens his grip, pulling a little closer, my body pressing onto his. "No, you're not. But I would never say no to you."

That, I've known for a while. Chan had told me that Kai was interested in me months ago, yet despite him being breathtakingly handsome and a really nice guy, I wasn't ready to move on. I wasn't ready to hook up or mess around cause if I would have gotten involved with him, that's all our relationship would be.

"Ah," He purrs near my ear. "And that's the reason you would say no, to both me and Jeongin." I feel his head nod in the opposite direction, his words making my body freeze on his hands. "Don't look, it will make it too obvious."

I wanna look. I wanna look so bad. The desire to simply see him is so intense that it scares me and makes me feel like an addict wanting desperately to get his hit.

"Is he looking?" I whisper in his ear, even though I know Minho can't possibly hear me, and even though I somehow can feel his eyes burning at my exposed back.

"Yep. Intensely, may I add."

I don't move a muscle. "Is he alone?" I asked the question that's been eating me alive.

"Nope."

I exhale, and I try to stay relaxed, I try to keep dancing, pretending to be unbothered by his presence and honestly, my curiosity would have gotten the best of me if Seungmin's voice didn't echo through the speaker, interrupting the music and dancing.

"First of all, I would like to thank each and every one of you that decided to spend Christmas Eve here." He says into the mic, standing on top of the first few steps of their huge staircase, getting everyone's attention. Kai forces our movements to a halt but still keeps a hand on my waist as we stand, facing Seungmin just like everyone.

"This gathering means so much to me, and I'm really happy that I get to host my own version of my family's tradition along with all the people that matter most to me."

It's eating me up inside, an uncontrollable craving and a tightness in my chest. Just a look, a tiny little glance to satisfy my curiosity.

"To my bandmates, to my friends, to my family, and to my lovely girl." He lifts his glass and the whole room does the same. Emma stands in front of him, smiling like I've never seen her before.

Just a peek.

I turn my head to the right, slightly and carefully, with my glass lifted towards Seungmin but the rest of his speech fades into background noise the minute my eyes lock with his. I swear to god, if Kai wasn't holding my waist, my knees would have bugled.

There he was, standing a few meters away, looking simply breathtaking. And already looking at me. Looking at me with a spark in his eyes, a force, a look so dark that made my throat dry, and I couldn't look away, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looks, unlike anything I've seen him before. He's dressed in black dress pants that make his thighs look mouthwatering and a simple black dress shirt with the first few buttons open, exposing his wide chest. His hair, for the first time ever, is styled, with the left side slightly pushed back while the right front part of his hair falls perfectly over his eye. He looks so magnetizing that I almost didn't notice the petite blonde clinging to his side, under his arm. Dressed in a black, skintight, long-sleeve dress, with a full face of makeup and full red lips.

He smirks, lifting his glass my way with a challenging nod.

"So please enjoy yourselves tonight, and let's welcome Christmas in the best way possible." I snap my eyes back to Seungmin, finally able to breathe. Everyone starts cheering and clapping and when the music started playing again, everyone went back to either dancing or talking almost themselves while enjoying the incredible food and drinks, but I can't move. Not when my mind is glued to the image of her next to him. Who is she? I've never seen her before.

"Do you want another drink?" Kai asks. "Maybe a stronger one?"

"Yes, please." I breathe, wanting nothing more than to be dragged away from the dance floor, and enjoy a strong gin tonic in the corner, where I can't even see him. I let Kai lead the way, with his hand placed on my lower back. We reach the bar, and spot Felix and Hyunjin talking.

"Y/n!" Felix's eyes widen. "You look incredible." He wraps his arms around my waist, lifting my feet off the ground.

A series of giggles escape me. "Put me down! You're drawing attention."

"Are you enjoying the party?" Hyunjin questions with a lift of his eyebrows and a small knowing smile.

Instead of answering, I lean into the counter closer to the bartender making the drinks. "One gin tonic, please. Strong."

Felix lets out a low whistle. "We'll take that as a no."

"I was enjoying my night just fine." I cross my hands, looking into the distance. They're still on the dance floor, her hands loose around his neck and his holding her waist, like they've never held mine. They move slowly to the music as they chat casually. It's hard to stop my eyes from narrowing at the way his face looks almost relaxed, with a light smile as he speaks.

"Staring at him won't work." Hyunjin jokes, copying my position, arms crossed, back leaning into the table.

Felix lets out a laugh.

"Your drink miss." The bartender pushes the glass my way and I take it in my hands, taking a sip immediately.

"Is something going on that I don't know about?" Felix gives me a look.

"Nope." I shake my head, continuing to sip my drink, not taking my eyes off them.

"Something is definitely going on." Kai copies my position as well.

"You can tell us." Hyunjin adds.

"Nothing's going on." I've drank almost half of my drink already. "And even if there was, I wouldn't tell any of you."

"Excuse me?" Felix says, giving me a glare from head to toe while Hyunjin places a hand over his heart.

"Oh, please!" I roll my eyes at their reactions. "You would run to Chan and give him a full presentation of what I'd said, and you know it."

"That's a lie." Felix points his finger at me. "Your secrets are always safe with us princess."

"Exactly." Hyunjin nods. "Even if it's about fucking one of Chan's best friends"

"It's not like that!" Hyunjin's words make my tone rise, feeling a sudden need to explain myself but they simply laugh. "And besides, Chan's my-" Speaking of the devil Chan makes his way toward us, with his hands casually in his pockets, walking through the crowd like he's 7 feet tall.

"Chan!" I greet him. "Hi."

"Hello, pretty lady." He offers me a broad smile, before turning his attention to Felix and Hyunjin. "I need some help."

"Why? What happened?"

"Seungmin's having some trouble with the cakes." He scratches the back of his neck, a habit of his. "For some reason, they couldn't be delivered here, so someone has to go and get them from the bakery, which closes in approximately," He checks his watch. "19 minutes."

"I'll come. " Felix offers immediately.

"Oh, my god, thanks man." Chan sighs in relief.

"No, problem." He sets his half-empty glass on the table. "We'll finish the conversation later." He sends me a wink.

"What conversation?"

Felix pushes Chan towards the door, chuckling. "Nothing mate, come on let's go."

. . . . . . . . .

I tried sneaking glances as much as I could, whether he was dancing with her, going to get a drink at the bar, or absolutely devouring the mini burgers, and he didn't find my eyes once. Even when he was talking with the rest of the boys and I stood only a few feet away, fully involved in the conversation as well, he never once addressed me. In fact, he didn't even look my way. At all. All night. He smiled and talked, and acted like nothing was going on, like he was fully comfortable with me being almost right next to him. Like nothing had happened. He was simply ignoring me the whole night, so successfully that it made pure rage grow inside me. At the fact that it was so each for him to do so, when I couldn't even breathe properly when he was near, at the way he smiled and talked and danced with her, and most importantly at the way he looked absolutely ravishing. Simply stunning.

My anger was growing and growing each second, each minute, each hour passing and I found myself at the bar more often than I should. The party was beautiful. The decorations, the music, the elegantly dressed people, everything. Kai did dance with me numerous times, and I also danced with Hyunjin and Jisung but at times like these when Kai is somewhere talking or smoking with the boys and Emma is busy playing hostess with Seungmin, I give myself a second to simply do some people watching, and fully take in this beautiful scene unraveling in front of me. Everyone is having a great time, Emma and Seungmin along with Changbin and Lia are currently on the dance floor, and the rest of the boys are chatting and laughing. Every single person in here, has a smile on their face, enjoying the moment, something I can't bring myself to do. Hell, even Minho has a hint of a smile on his face.

I drown my 4th glass of gin and tonic.

"Easy there tiger." Jisung takes the now-empty glass from my hand. "Someone's clearly not having fun."

"I am having fun." I scoff. "In fact, I'm having a great time, this party is amazing." I wave my hand around.

"Yes, it is." He smiles, focusing his eyes on me. "Are you okay, kid?"

It's weird how Jisung can always realize when something's wrong, but then again I don't think that I'm making a good job of hiding it.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask back.

"Sure."

"Do you smoke?"

He blinks at my straightforward question. "Occasionally, yes. Why?"

"Can I have one?"

He blinks again. "Um," Another blink. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Please." I press in a high-pitched tone when he appears to be looking around, probably for Hyunjin.

He sighs but reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes.

"For an occasional smoker, you sure are prepared." I tease.

He rolls his eyes at me with a smile. "Do you want it or not?" He holds a cigarette between his fingers.

My eyes light up and I immediately take it. "Yes please."

"I'd suggest you go somewhere else to smoke it." He lets his eyes trail around the room once again as if we're dealing right in front of 30 people, placing a lighter in my hands as well.

"Yes, I know." I hide the cigarette inside my palm. "Thanks, Jisung."

He gives me a short nod with a hint of hesitation in his big brown eyes and lets me walk away from him. My legs drag me up the stairs, making a turn to the only room I've ever been in this house. I open the big, glass door and exit the room, walking into the massive balcony. This time I don't climb the stairs to the roof, I walk further into the balcony until I reach the railing. It's a lovely night, perfect for Christmas Eve, the stars and moon lighting up the night sky and blending perfectly with the chilly atmosphere. I shiver, my bare shoulders moving inwards mechanically in an attempt to protect my body from the cold yet I don't wrap my arms around it, instead, I welcome the cold and let it lift the little hairs on my arms and spread goosebumps across my skin. Something about the cold air hitting me, this shivering feeling tingling my back, calms me down. It's like reality showering you in the best way possible, grounding you. I take the cigarette between my teeth, the red of my lips staining the edge and I circle my hand around it, lighting it up. The first inhale hits me hard, reminding me just how much I've missed it; the feeling of the sudden numbness in your brain unraveling and spreading everywhere in your body, and how suddenly with each inhale you feel more and more separated from the world around you. I let the moment sink in in my intoxicated mind, appreciating where I am right now and saving it. I know that my moment is gone when I hear the noise, the footsteps, and the door slamming, and even though I stay still, facing the night sky, hands resting on the railing, it doesn't take longer than 5 seconds to realize that it's him. Maybe it was his sweet vanilla scent mixed with a hint of cigarettes, that filled the air immediately or the way his light, slightly audible breathing sounded somewhat familiar, but I knew.

"Hello, Angel."

"Minho," I simply acknowledge him.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo on your back." He spoke in a low, controlled tone.

The corners of my mouth lift. "I have 5." I stay facing forward, pausing to take another drag of the cigarette and taking my time to exhale the smoke. "And there are many things you don't know about me."

"Like?" He starts walking my way, and I know that he has his hands in his pockets and a small smile is dancing on those beautiful lips, without having to look.

"You'll find out if you stop ignoring me."

My comment forced a chuckle out of him and suddenly he appears to my right with his back resting on the railing, facing me. When I move my eyes from the night sky to look at him, regret showers me from head to toe. I was right about the small smile but definitely not prepared for the way he looks at me through his long lashes. Having not made eye contact for most of the night, being here, and being looked at by him feels like the highlight of my night. And I hate it, almost as much as I hate the way my heart starts beating just a little bit faster.

His fingers come up, snatching the cigarette from between my own in such a swift movement, bringing it to his mouth. "Smoking doesn't look good on you, angel."

I admire how he moves the cigarette to his other hand, the one away from me, taking a drag of it midway and exhaling, and it's honestly crazy how attractive it is to me. "I don't care." I reply, trying to appear unbothered.

"Are you enjoying the dance?" He asks and if I didn't know any better, I would think that he actually cared but I recognize the irony in his voice.

"Of course, I am," I play along. "It's wonderful."

He drops his eyes to the floor. "I think I'm getting pretty good at realizing when you're lying."

My body stiffens. "I'm not lying." The party is wonderful...

"Well, I think you are." His words mix with the smoke as he exhales.

"And what makes you think that?" I further ask, holding eye contact for just a few seconds.

He shrugs. "Maybe it was the quite visible stiffness of your body the whole time, the constant frown that was plastered on those red lips, or the way too much drinking out of discomfort and nervousness. But I think it was probably the fact that you danced only up to 30% of your abilities thanks to that lame excuse of a partner you choose to drag along with you as a date." A small smile threatens to spread on his face, but he contains it.

"None of what you've just said is true," I try to brush him off, forcing myself to act like his words didn't affect me or how it scared me that everything he just said is in fact true. It makes me feel like I can't possibly hide from him, as if he can read me like an open book without even trying. "And don't talk shit about Kai, he's a great date and someone I actually know and have fun with."

His smile widened into a smirk. "Anna and I know each other for quite some time."

I stare into the sky again. "I didn't ask and I don't care."

"You didn't have to, I can see how it's been eating you up inside since you laid eyes on us." The confidence that laces his teasing tone makes me tense up and I feel his gaze on me as he continues.

Us...

"I saw the way you roamed your eyes from her head to her toes every chance you got, probably analyzing everything about her." He blows the last bit of the smoke before pressing the edge of the remaining cigarette on the railing and throwing it away. "It was easy to guess what was going through your mind, " He pushes himself off the railing and moves slowly, almost like a cat, circling around me and leaning closer and closer. "Questions, questions, so many questions, and doubts. I could almost feel you comparing every little thing about her to you." He stops behind me, his chest nearly touching my back yet still knocking the air out of my chest. I swallow hard, feeling his head moving to the side of my face, just above my shoulder.

"And honestly, I don't know what felt more entertaining to me; the fact that I could smell the jealousy out of you or the fact that you actually thought that she stands a chance next to you." He whispers, lips brushing against the cell of my ear and I'm on fire, from head to toe. He's suddenly close, so close, his scent hitting my nose, intoxicating my brain even more and memories of his hands on me and his body pressing against mine begin to dance around my head.

"Minho.." I try my best to sound stable, but my words come out breathy.

He pushes his face further into the curve of my neck, his lips traveling all around, brushing my skin. "What do you want angel?"

Such a dangerous question to ask when I feel like he has my body wrap around his finger without even touching it. "S-stop it. You can't do that."

His low chuckle against my skin sends a wave of vibrations all the way down to my core. "Can't?"

"Yes." I somehow find the strength to push my body away from his and turn to face him, resting my back against the railing for much-needed support. "You've been ignoring me the whole night, and now you wanna come and play games with me? That's not how it works." I cross my arms.

His face is now stripped of any playfulness, his features turning hard as he looks down at me. A moment of silence passes until he decides to speak. "I wasn't ignoring you."

I chuckle lightly. " Yes, you were. Completely."

He bites his bottom lip softly, eyes moving up and down my body fast. "I wasn't ignoring you, " He repeats. "I was trying to contain myself. There's a difference."

I feel my breath shaking at his words, and all I can do is stare at him, no words coming out.

He looks up, inhaling, tongue running over his bottom teeth as he steps forward. "You look fucking exquisite." He drawls. His hands grip the railing tight, trapping me. "My breath was yours the minute I laid eyes on you."

I can only hear my heart drumming against my chest, his words making me freeze. "I don't-"

A noise escapes him, almost like a growl. His nose bumps against mine gently, and his cigarette breath fills the small space between us. "You think I was enjoying watching him have his hands all over you?"

"It sure looked like it. " I whisper, looking up at him.

His eyes are dark, moving everywhere around my face before settling on my lips. "That was the point."

"Why is everything a game to you?" I can't help but whine.

He doesn't answer instead he brushes his lips against mine, taking my words and breath, and flashes me a look. His eyes warning me and asking me at the same time, and in a split second his lips are on mine. His mouth moved with so much power, so much force that it made my grip on the railing tighten as my knees almost gave up. It didn't take long before my mind caught up, making my own lips move against his with the same hunger and he hummed in response, satisfied. His cold hands cupped my jaw as his tongue began brushing aggressively against mine, demanding complete access which I was more than happy to provide. Our mouths danced together in a way that felt almost like a war, biting and sucking, nibbling and pulling, his hand traveled to my hair, grabbing a handful of my dark curls and forcing my head to tilt upwards, breaking the kiss with a choked moan. His mouth traveled to my jaw and down to my neck, leaving wet spots behind and marking my skin softly.

"You have no idea how hard it was for me to contain myself all night,"  He breaths out. "when all I wanted to do was bend you over and admire how hot the back of that dress would look as I fuck you from behind. "

A sound so desperate and needy ripped through my throat at his words, my body in shock and melting in his hands as he continues to devour my neck and chest, his mouth going everywhere.

"Minho.." I find the strength to whisper.

"Yeah, I know.." He groans against my skin.

"Someone could see us." I add.

He drags his lips from my neck back to my jaw, until his mouth is ghosting over mine again "I know," His eyes are hungry and wild. "don't care though."

I laugh under my breath. "We both know that's a lie."

"A lie?"

"Minho, you don't wanna be seen with me." I shake my head lightly. "Every time we're around people you act like a completely different person."

"It's not that angel." He exhales against my lips, brushing his nose against mine. His hands move slowly, from my jaw down my chest, his rough fingers toy with the thin straps of my dress before traveling down to my exposed cleavage. His eyes meet mine as he drags his fingers in between my breasts, making my nipples harden, the shape of them visible through the thin satin material. His mouth twists when he notices, his lips coming together hard. I feel my breath tremble as his hand passes from my stomach and doesn't stop. I switch my gaze from his hand to his eyes nervously while he stays focused on his movement, with eyebrows frowned. When his fingers brush over my core, I inhale sharply, holding my breath.

"God, it would be so satisfying to see just how wet you are for me right now." He lets out a low groan, smiling.

"I'm not." I swallow, tightening my jaw, looking at him dead in the eye.

His smile turns into a smirk, dark and wicked, that shakes me to my core and awakes a hunger deep inside me, making me wetter than I already was. "Let's check then shall we?"

Before I have any time to protest or do anything, he knocks my left foot with his, making my legs open enough for his hand to creep in from the opening of the dress that exposed my leg from my hip bone all the way down to my ankle.

"Minho!" My voice comes out more like a whine, the end of his name dying in my throat as his fingers waste no time, pulling my underwear to the side.

"Ah, shit." He hums in approval closing his eyes when his finger opens my folds, gently rubbing my clit and letting my wetness soak it. His smile grows as his teeth capture his bottom lip between them. "You're dripping baby."

I place my hands on his chest. "Please, s-stop."

"I don't think you want me to stop. Not when I can so easily do," His middle finger slides inside me, effortlessly. "This."

A moan leaves my lips, my head falling back at the unexpected pleasure.

His finger starts moving, fast and hard, making wet, sinful sounds mixed with my embarrassing whimpering fill the air.

"That's it, baby." He drags the words, in a low tone, attaching his lips once again against my jaw.

"Oh my god," I brokenly say, fisting his shirt. He slides another finger in with absolutely no warning, keeping the same brutally pleasurable pace and I feel my stomach tightening, the pleasure building and building. Everything has faded again, an effect that only he has on me, suddenly it's just me and him and I find myself not caring about where we are or who can see us as I let myself fall apart on his fingers.

His lips find mine, swallowing my gasps, in a sloppy kiss. "You feel so good around my fingers angel." His free hand comes up to cup my jaw, forcing my eyes to him, foreheads touching. "You think you can come for me? Huh?"

The way he speaks, so cockily and confidently, is challenging me and I hate how much the way he teases and handles my body, pushes me closer to the edge. This back-and-forth thing between us, this feeling, this rush of adrenaline that consumes me every time he's around is getting addictive and I want more and more. I want him more and more.

His fingers curled inside me, effortlessly finding that spot, and hitting it repeatedly. "S-shit."

"Found it." He says proudly in my ear, gently biting my earlobe, and if I wasn't currently on the verge of having an orgasm at a balcony, during Seunming's Christmas Eve party, I would have slapped that smirk off his face.

The knot in my stomach tightens, my legs begin to shake, and I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest, heat rising to my face. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing circles over it and the second he applies just the tiniest amount of pressure, I feel the pleasure creeping in.

"Minho, I'm g-gonna.." My orgasm hits me like a wave, my whole body going numb, gasps and moans of his name fall from my lips.

"There we go baby," He groans, connecting his forehead to mine again. "Ride it out." All of his digits move perfectly together, not slowing down even a tiny bit, as I make a mess of them. My eyes stay shut, still unable to breathe while the remains of my high still linger, the bliss still tingling my insides.

When he feels me relax, he pulls his fingers out, letting some of my release wet my inner thighs. I open my eyes slowly meeting his. He's grinning like a satisfied child, that got what he wanted.

"Well," He lifts an eyebrow, bringing his two fingers to his mouth and wrapping his full, pink lips around them, sucking them clean while holding eye contact. "That was lovely."

I blink and I swallow hard, and then blink again. Staring up at him, not really knowing what to say, my mind completely blank. "I- uhm.." I stutter, and it could be my head trying to wrap itself around what just happened or how the moonlight falls on his face perfectly, lighting up his big, brown eyes, but I struggle to form a sentence. His hair, a little messed up, probably from my hands, and his whole face, glowing, making me wish I could take a photo of him in this moment.

"I-I-uhm," He mocks, eyes moving all over my face. "Not knowing what to say; that's the 'Minho effect'. " He shrugs.

His words snap me out of my haze. "God, you're so arrogant." I push at his chest, making him stubble just a step, his shoulders shaking with laughter. I cross my arms, shaking my head at the boy in front of me. It's the second time, I've heard him laugh.

He bounces back to his previous spot, lowering his head a bit to catch my gaze, his eyes dark and beautiful. "Are you obsessed with me yet or should I try harder?"

I roll my eyes, fighting back a small smile, this playful and flirty side of his might be my favorite. It's making me wish we could stay like this forever. So close to each other, so open and relaxed. But sadly the nature of our relationship is nothing like that.

I open my mouth to answer but the shout of my name ripping through the air, makes me freeze.

Hyunjin.

He steps into the balcony, chest rising and falling so hard that he's visibly struggling to breathe. His face is covered with a thin layer of sweat and his hair is messily falling over his face as if he was repeatedly running his hands over them.

"Hyunjin?" My head snaps to him, but it's the look on his face, the panic in his eyes that makes my blood run cold, and my feet to take a step forward.

"We have a problem." He breaths out, hard.

"What is it?" Minhos takes a step forward as well, his body and face shifting completely, hardening, alarmed.

"It's Chan and Felix."

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Chapter Twenty-Eight (Part 2)

Later on in the evening, when the shadows have lengthened and the firepit is ablaze with crackling logs, someone approaches me through the crowd. Tall and handsome with black hair and eyes such a shocking, icy blue, like a husky. It’s Will O’Connor, Shane’s best friend from school. I fancied this boy relentlessly for three whole years. 

“Evie Kilbride?” He says to me, as though he’s not completely sure, and I don’t blame him. I’m sure to him I was always Kelly’s weird, lanky friend with a mouth full of braces. I was also too shy to ever actually speak to him, so I’m surprised he ever learned my name at all. 

“Yeah.” I say.

“Ah, sorry, I wasn’t sure it was you. You look different to how you did at school.”

“In a good or bad way?” I say without thinking, and he smiles, dimples on his cheeks that I used to have intrusive thoughts about pressing my finger into. 

“I dunno.” He says. “How are you getting on? You’re at college, are you?”

I tell him about NCAD, and my internship, murals and illustration while he nods along with genuine interest. “That makes sense,” He says. “I remember how you were good at art.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah you were always drawing up in the stands during our football games.” 

“Oh God.” I say, “That’s so embarrassing, I can’t believe you noticed me doing that.”

He laughs. “Ah, well, Kelly told us what you were up to. She said you hated watching us playing so you’d bring something to draw with instead.”

I want to protest and say I didn’t hate it. In fact, I always liked when Will was on the pitch. He was something majestic to behold, and sometimes if we were lucky he’d take his jersey off and whip it around over his head in celebration of scoring a point, but I can’t lie and say that I ever wanted to actually watch the games instead of the boys. I’m more embarrassed that Kelly talked about me to him than by the fact that he knew that football bored me. 

He goes on to tell me that he doesn’t really play sports anymore, he just got a job at the local boys school. He’ll be a geography teacher. It seems a startlingly sensible choice for the same boy who threw a science lab skeleton dressed in his uniform off the roof of the P.E hall, but I suppose none of us stay sixteen and reckless forever. 

“How’s Kelly getting on with the nursing degree?” He wants to know. “Is she doing placement this year or what?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Is she coming tonight, or?”

“I don’t know either. I suppose she’s probably working, maybe she’ll be by a bit later.” I pause. “Like, she and I aren’t close anymore.”

Will seems surprised. “Oh really? But ye were always together, joined at the hip, like. You’d never see one without the other.”

“Yeah, I know, but it didn’t work out in the end.” I chew my lip, resisting the urge to say something in defence of myself so that he knows that she’s the one who ruined it, not me when actually it doesn’t matter at all anymore. None of those things that seemed monumental as teenagers seem to matter one iota. Will plunges his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels in the short silence that follows. I suspect I have made it awkward for him somehow, and begin preparing my escape before he says: “You know, she actually told me once that you fancied me.”

I explode with panic as though a nuclear disaster alarm has gone off. “What?” 

“Yeah, like…” He laughs self-consciously. “I think it was when I was in fifth year or something. She said that you’d had your eye on me for ages and you were too shy to say anything.”

“Oh Jesus, I’m sorry she said that. That’s really awkward, I’m sure you were really freaked out by it.”

“No, I thought it was cute, to be honest.” 

Why he is bringing this up? It’s not often now that I truly wish to be gobbled up by the earth, but this has made me feel so humiliated that my arms curl around myself as though they can protect me from my own horrible feelings. “Ha. Well, you know, I was really young and silly, I hope I didn’t embarrass you by it or like, that nobody else found out and took the piss out of you for it.” 

He was going out with this girl from the same athletics club as me for ages, and she used to always tell the same story to everyone about how she’d gone shopping at Abercrombie & Fitch and they’d begged her to work there because she was so good looking. If she’d heard about my feelings she would have ripped me to shreds. 

“No, nobody found out.” He says. “I actually do think that you’re very cute. Still, I mean.” The corners of his mouth curve up into a shy smile, and the moment is so alien to me that it takes me several moments to realise that he’s not making fun of me. Will O’Connor is flirting with me. “Oh, thank you.” I manage. 

“You’re not going out with anyone at the moment, are you?”

His phrasing bothers me a bit, as if he’s implying I couldn’t possibly have a boyfriend or something, but still I laugh out loud at the absurdity of the whole situation. After all this time. He used to be everything I wanted but now, the things about him that used to make my stomach flip and my legs weak leave me feeling nothing at all. He would have been embarrassed to bump shoulders with me even accidentally back then, and now look at him. I never thought I’d see him vulnerable. “I am.” I say. “I have a boyfriend, sorry.” I glance over his shoulder to Jude, who’s conversing with Shane about something by the firepit. Will follows my eyes and glances over his shoulder. “Oh, him?”

“Yeah.”

He shrugs. “Lucky guy, I suppose.” He gently clinks his bottle against my prosecco glass and nods. “Well, have a good night, Evie. Was nice to run into you again.”

I join Jude and Shane by the fire straight after, and practically dive into my boyfriend, holding on to him and kissing his cheek five times in quick succession while he chuckles and wraps his arms around me. “Are you alright?”

“Yes” I say. “I’m just obsessed with you, I love you so much.” 

“Little weirdo.” He grabs me by my cheeks and kisses the top of my head. 

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Payment In Kind

Tags:

Older Leon S. kennedy, Older man younger woman, babysitter, Dominant Leon S. Kennedy, Love confessions, Making out, Caught, Dry humping, Restraints, Belts, Embarrassment, Dirty Talk, Face-sitting, Deep-Throating, overstimulation, powerplay, Held down, Praise Kink

Summary:

“So? I know you want it, only question is if you’re willing to do something a little bad.”

In which you are Leon's daughter's babysitter, a pretty college-aged one, who has known him quite a long time, and looking after his daughter over the years has caused you to become quite close, close enough to end up in his bed on a random night after he returns home from work, i.e. years of you and a single father Leon lusting after each other finally come to fruition.

He's not super dominant, just likes to show off how strong he is, how easy it is for him to take control. It's Death Island Leon in my mind, just because of how unserious he is, but any older Leon could work, of course. Enjoy!

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“How was she tonight?” He got home a few minutes ago, scared the hell out of me when I stood up from putting some dishes away to see him stood in the doorway of the kitchen. He’s making himself busy, looking through his little shelf of alcohol, grabbing his favorite and bringing it over to the island, which I’m now leaning on, watching him.

“A perfect angel, as always. You’ve raised a good kid, Mr. Kennedy.” He really has, she’s the most well-behaved child I’ve ever babysat, by a long shot, listens perfectly well, never does much to offend other than ask some questions I’m not well equipped to answer.

“We’ve raised her, really. You see ‘er just about as much as I do.” I give him a look, shocked at his casual statement, well aware he doesn’t mean it that way, he’s just comfortable, never thinking too much while he’s home, his job taxing enough for him to need a break while he’s off the clock. We’ve known each other for years, since I was sixteen, since little Sherry was just a baby. We’ve grown close, me being in college and lacking friends, him being not much of a fan of people, he says, besides his daughter and me.

“I guess so. I just think she’s a sweetheart, just like her daddy.” I’m teasing, making a little cooing noise at him as he pours himself a drink, his amused eyes meeting mine, brows raised.

“A sweetheart, huh? If anything she got that from you.” He takes a drink, nodding his head toward the living room, looking back over his shoulder to be sure I’m following as he clears the doorway, leading us over to the couch and slumping down into it, setting his bottle down on the coffee table, swirling his glass as he watches me seat myself beside him. “Want some?” He offers me the glass, and I take it, taking a gulp and handing it back with a small grimace.

“Disgusting.” It really is, and it’s all he drinks, some fancy bourbon I can never remember the name of. “She asked again today.” It’s been three days in a row, she’s asked the same, terribly embarrassing question.

“Yeah, and what’d you say?” He’s amused, though he really shouldn’t be, her assumption could cause problems if she goes blabbing about it at school, telling people her daddy’s girlfriend is his babysitter.

“Told her you’d answer that.” He gives me a look, and I shrug, taking his glass and downing another mouthful, setting it back into his palm once I’m done. “Don’t look at me like that, I got scared.” She’s been adamant, demanding to know about my relationship with her father, the truth being I don’t have one, at least not in that way, even if I do have a secret yearning for it, the man seated beside me a temptation I would happily indulge if being with someone twice my age wasn’t something so taboo.

“Why wouldn’t you just say no? Unless you… Wanted to be?” He’s finding this amusing, giving me a teasing smile before having another sip of alcohol, his legs spread and taking up too much room. He makes me feel small, always, towering over me or doing simple things that show off just how big he is, how fit, insanely muscular.

“No. I just-uh- I mean-”

“Calm down, kid, I’m just messing with you.” The way he’s looking at me is making me nervous, like he isn’t all that adverse to the idea, which isn’t all that surprising, we’ve gotten maybe a little too comfortable, even if we haven’t crossed the line technically. conversations have been veering into tricky territory more and more lately, thinly veiled flirting and too personal questions leading us further down whatever depraved path we've been headed down. “But if you wait around long enough for me to have a couple more of these…” He raises his glass, and his brows, giving me a teasing smile that does something to me I really wish it didn’t. I can never tell if he’s joking, he’s terribly casual in all situations, never bothered by much, embarrassed by much less.

“Mr. Kennedy… You’re being awfully forward…” I’m joking, only halfway, curious where this will go if I let it, if we let go of whatever inhibitions have kept us away so far, do what we want without fear of any repercussions.

“Well…” He leans back head lolled to the side to look at me, his glass heavy on his thigh, seeming pleased. “You’re a little too clueless for subtlety, kid.” I frown, and he smiles, offering me his glass, which means something a little different now, something more serious, alcohol from an older man, rather than an offer from my employer. “Why don’t you just tell me what you want.” I take a gulp, passing the glass back to him with a horribly nervous expression, something he enjoys, apparently, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

“I don’t- What? I just… Uh…” He laughs, low and amused, reaching to pour himself another glass, giving me a look out of the corner of his eye. It’s embarrassing, having him know, though I don’t know how long my want has been apparent. I've thought he was attractive since my interview, though the feelings only came recently, in the past couple years.

“Relax, kid… You’re all grown up now, no shame in wanting what you want.” His eyes are a little low, smirk sinful, lips meeting his glass for a sip of his drink as he watches me, letting me shake with nervous energy, his cool demeanor only making it worse, much more embarrassing that I’m this far gone for a man nearly twice my age. “Just saying, ‘m sure that boyfriend isn’t all that good…” I reach for his glass, and he lets me, watching me take a gulp, then another, setting it back into his waiting hand, leaning back into my seat when his eyes meet mine. The tension is painful almost, both of us well aware of where this could end up, years of buildup brought to light in a seemingly random moment.

“Told you we broke up…” He likes to tease me about it, having a boyfriend with teenage boy interests, low income, issues with commitment, the average dating experience for someone my age. Now it all seems like a nudge in his direction, someone willing and able to take care of me, make my life better in a way someone my age can’t. “He wasn’t, though.” He seems pleased, turning a little toward me, giving me a look, curious, calculating.

“What was the problem? No wait- Lemme guess… It was boring.” I don’t look at him, just nod, wringing my hands in my lap, giving him a wide-eyed look when he comes closer, looking large, but not imposing, comfortingly masculine, looming over me in the low light of the living room. “That’s a shame… You must be real pent up, huh?” I can feel his breath on my face, the heat of his body, the excited lilt of his voice, all making me curl in on myself, feeling small, feeble. “You know what I think?” I look at him, probably looking like a cornered animal, though that’s not all, there’s light excitement humming under my skin, making me feel feverish, the thought of his skilled hands making me gooey and willing. “You need someone to take charge… Show you exactly what sex can be, what it feels like to have someone capable of showing you how they feel…” It’s him, and he’s right, I don’t have any desire to be in charge, just to feel good and not be bothered with decisions, even if having the want to relinquish all control is horribly embarrassing.

“Maybe… I don’t know, maybe I like clumsiness…” He gives me a look, finishing his glass and setting it down on the coffee table, staring at me, smirking, his big arm rested along the back of the couch.

“Yeah right. You know you can’t lie to me. I’m right, let’s not try and pretend here, I’m tired of it.” I let out a long breath, just looking at him, not sure what to say, how to shift this from conversation to action, hoping all his talk about experience and control isn’t just a ruse. “So? I know you want it, only question is if you’re willing to do something a little bad.” He’s amused, acting like there isn’t a chance of serious repercussions to our actions, if Sherry found out, her teachers or his friends, my parents.

“Are you?” He’s playing with my hair, sitting close, watching me, enjoying my nervous energy, soothing me with his calm, careful actions.

“Risk isn’t somethin’ that bothers me anymore, kid, ‘s all worth it in my mind, this at least is somethin’ I’ve got a choice in.” Right, he risks his life nearly daily, he has no reason to be scared of something this insignificant. “Look, don’t let me pressure you, we can forget this ever-”

“I want to.” My cheeks are flaming, embarrassment at my outburst simmering under my skin, but I couldn't let him get the wrong idea, assume I’m not into it when really I’m just way too scared to make the first move. His lips quirk up, his huffed laugh breathed into my face, his head tucked down, drawing closer to mine, my eyes closing in anticipation, my whole body warm, his lips half an inch from mine when he pauses, smiling fully when I open my eyes, giving him a shy, inquisitive look.

“Really?” I hum in agreement, and he chuckles, sitting up on his knees facing me, giving me a second of respite in my mind before his hand meets my shoulder, easing me back into the sofa, eyes on mine, lips parted, his body looking so big above me, so capable, strong, a real man. “I’ll make good on my promise then, give you a new set of standards…” He slides his hands up my legs, from ankles up to bent knees, down my thighs, pushing up on the legs of my shorts before moving on, trailing up over my stomach, stopping just below my chest, thumbs teasing between my breasts through my shirt.

“Mr. Kennedy-”

“Leon. From now on.” I nod, breathing going ragged when he shifts overtop me, one hand planted beside my head, hair swept out of the way, his other trailing down my side, his eyes on my face. “Anything I should know? Something you like?” I think it over, unsure what to say, what I really like, so much of my time spent doing whatever I’m told, giving more than I’m given.

“Uh… I don’t know?” His fingers slip up under my shirt, rough skin against my side making me squirm, his small smile not lost on me, baby blue locked on my expression, relishing my inexperience, happy to be the best I’ve ever had, the anticipation already a pleasurable experience I’m not used to.

“Hm…” He leans himself down, face right above mine, body nearly touching mine, but not yet, leaving the both of us needier, more worked up by doing nothing. “We’ll have to fix that.” He kisses me, slower than I expected, chapped lips less of a turnoff than I would have imagined, his thumb fanning gently over my skin. He hums in approval when I kiss him back, letting him set the pace, keeping it slow, passionate, moving in a practiced way, aware of his effect, smiling against me when I start to breathe heavy, getting too little relief to be all that comfortable, all in the best way possible. “There we go… This is more you, you’re not shy…” He kisses along my jaw, pace lazy, leaving slick spots in his wake, nosing at me to tilt my head back to give him some more room. “You’re so cute… Heart’s fuckin’ hammering… Feeling excited, sweet girl?” I heave a shaky sigh, staring up at the ceiling, my mouth dry, one hand gripped to the front of his shirt, the other balled tight at my side. He’s mouthing at my pulse, letting out pleased noises and long, happy breaths, his fingers slowly working their way up my shirt, sure to give attention to the entirety of my skin, chilled fingertips running over my ribs making me shiver.

“Leon, Sherry… She could come in…” I’m not doing much to stop him, admittedly, just letting him hover over me, making me feel good, even in such a simple way, the attention to my enjoyment doing more for me than anything else.

“ ‘S okay… She’s asleep, yeah?” He never worries much, which I guess is admirable, except when his daughter could wander out of her room and witness him ruining her babysitter. “It’s okay… Relax… Focus on me… Let me make you feel good.” He kisses down my throat, his back bent to give him access, his body large above me, his soothing words and presence leeching away any worries I have, leaving me soft on the sofa below him.

“Daddy?” My eyes blow wide, and I struggle beneath him, trying to shove him off, but he presses his hand to my forehead, giving me a heated look and holding my hands down on my stomach with his other.

“Yes baby?” She’s standing at the edge of the hall, her favorite teddy bear hanging from her little hand, dragging the floor. She looks incredibly cute, half asleep, looking at us confusedly, and I would be melting from how adorable she is if I wasn’t beet red with her father sat up above me.

“What’re you doing?” Jesus Christ, straight to the point, I guess, which is fair.

“Well, I think she has a fever, but she wouldn’t let me check.” An idiotic excuse, really, but she takes it, nodding lightly and wandering over, my eyes following Leon’s hand once he releases mine, adjusting his erection, still terribly obvious through his jeans. She stands beside us, seeming worried, pulling her dad’s hand off my face, holding up a scolding finger toward him.

“You can’t touch her if she doesn’t want. Right?” She looks to me, questioning if she remembered her morals correctly, and I nod, giving her a light smile, pleased she took me seriously after our little consent talk. He looks distraught, unhappy to be seen as breaking the rules, being a bad role model in any capacity.

“You’re right, sweetheart.” He gets off me, swinging his leg over the side of the couch and standing beside Sherry, both of them watching me sit myself up. “Sorry, kid. I’ll ask next time, yeah?” I hold down my smile, suggestiveness obvious in his voice, not that Sherry can tell, she’s just glad to see him behaving, smiling and seating herself down beside me, playing with my hair.

“Yeah, you better ask! Be a good daddy!” That makes me laugh, her pleased smile at being amusing beaming up into my blushing face.

“I will, baby, swear it. Now, what’re you doin’ up?” He seats himself down on the edge of the sofa, beside my hip, eyes flitting between mine and his daughter’s.

“Didn’t wanna sleep anymore.” She shrugs, all casual, so much of her father, doing the little frown he does when he’s feigning indifference.

“Well, if I have to be a good daddy you have to be a good daughter, yeah? That means not being up past bedtime.” He gives her a look, and she sighs, standing herself up and pressing up onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Night, daddy.” He tells her goodnight, and she releases him, turning to me, pausing halfway toward me. “Are you staying the night?”

“She’s sick, I don’t want her to drive.” He doesn’t give me the chance to answer, thankfully, my reply would’ve been entirely idiotic, not even believable by a child.

“Right. Can I call you mommy, then, if you’re gonna stay here?” That gets us both, mouths gaping wide, her craving for someone to fill the motherly role not something foreign, but something she’s not usually so brazen with, asking me to attend school events to have someone there, never suggesting the fact she actually sees me as her mother.

“It’s time to get back to bed, sweetheart, okay?” She frowns, but nods, leaning down to give me a quick hug before heading back down the hall, teddy dragging along wood flooring, her footsteps fading into nothing. “Wanna talk about that?” He looks awkward, one of the few times I’ve seen something catch him off-guard, make him uncomfortable, if only because that’s not a conversation we’ve had for ourselves yet, being together a more serious offense than a one time tryst no one will ever know about.

“Later.” He smiles, only a little, shaking his head at the suggestive look on my face, waiting for him to get back to what he was doing, continue uninterrupted.

“Later?” He’s leaning back over me, up on one knee, forcing me to lay back down to give him room, looking down at me with a mostly unreadable expression, a little questioning, careful. He has a hand outside my upper arm, propping himself up above me, his look a little more raw than usual, unguarded. “Okay… Does that mean your response depends on my performance?” He presses his lips to the corner of mine, pulling back when I chase the contact, giving me some more of his delicious anticipation, keeping me on edge, staring at me, waiting on a response I nearly forget to give.

“Maybe… But I don’t even know your thoughts…” He leans down over me, tucking his face into my neck, his hand ghosting up my side making me shiver, his breath hot against my skin.

“Yes you do… You know exactly what I want. I’m not a low-commitment kinda guy, you know that.” I draw in a shaky breath, afraid of what this means, how far this little scenario could go, the fact he wants it bad enough to overlook the taboo nature of whatever we’re doing.

“Later.” He hums, kissing his way up my throat, pulling back to look into my eyes.

“Okay.” He kisses me, humming in approval when I grip the hair at the nape of his neck, moving in time with him, his hip pressing into the outside of my knee, pushing both my legs into the back of the couch to make room for him over me. “There you go… Use those hands, take what you want…” He lets me have a little control, moving him against me, a little needier, his low groan against my lips sending a pleasurable shock through me. “Shit, forgot to ask permission.” He laughs against me, his hand on my side trailing down to grip my thigh, curling almost all the way around, all of him large, his presence the definition of man. He sits up on his hand, head cocked as he looks down at me, seeming soft, pleased, all of his usual tension melted away with something less bothersome to focus on. “Can I… Show you? Please you… Get my hands on this gorgeous body?” His voice is low, rough, purposeful, giving me one more chance to back out before we go too far.

“Yes.” He brings his lips back to mine, his grip on my thigh drawing my leg straight enough for him to get his knee between my legs, his other on the outside of my hip. “Mr- Uh, Leon, should we… Go somewhere else?” He laughs, drawing his lips down the side of my neck, letting his knee drift a little higher, pressure on my crotch over my pants making me flinch.

“In a minute.” He kisses the base of my neck, the spot outside my jugular, sighing against me and dragging his hand up my stomach, pushing my shirt up to just below my chest, nails pressing lightly to my skin when I pull on his hair, his knee against me barely offering any relief, just getting me more worked up, if anything. “You have no idea… How much I’ve wanted this… You asked me why I never had a girlfriend… I was being patient… Waiting on you to stop fuckin’ pretending…” He’s moving his knee against me now, offering a little friction, not doing much other than lengthening the anticipation, his words something I wouldn’t have expected, never had someone be all that talkative during the deed.

“Leon, let’s-”

“Okay, okay…” He slips an arm around my waist, standing up and getting a handle on my ass to keep me supported, carrying me off down the hall. “Ruin my damn fun.” He doesn’t go inside his room, presses me against the wall outside his door, presses his lips harder to mine, a little more desperate, his erection grinding into me forcing a choked noise out of me.

“Le- Too loud.” He trails his lips down, kissing and sucking lightly on my neck, working his hips into me, huffing against my skin, not minding my words, just continuing doing what he feels like, mouthing at my throat and groaning into wet, open-mouthed kisses. I can’t really refuse him, not that I really want to, I’m just worried about Sherry. He groans a little too loud when he uses his grip to force me to meet his hips, and I grip his hair, forcing his face into my neck to muffle his noise, his surprised moan nearly making me feel bad. “Stop being so damn loud.” He likes that, moans into my throat, spit smearing the skin he’s been lathing his lips over, his hand rocking me against him, his free hand coming up to grip the unoccupied side of my throat.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be? You wanna be the boss now?” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply, just slips inside his room, lays me out on his bed, then looks at me, just standing there, trying for a blank expression, the reality a little amused. I lay back on my elbows, looking messy, hair out of place, much like his, shirt pressed halfway up my stomach, chest heaving.

“What?” I narrow my eyes, watching him, not moving, just looking at me, eyes flitting down over my body, feet propped on the bed frame, legs spread a little wider than natural.

“You’re the boss.” He shrugs, crossing his arms, indifferent, other than the raging erection straining against his jeans. “Tell me what to do.” I frown, but decide to give in, not wanting to pass this up, even if he is being decidedly sassy.

“Take your shirt off.” He laughs, using one arm to take it up over his head, tossing it off near the hamper, keeping his eyes on mine, watching me roam my gaze down over pale skin, riddled with scars and such, still pretty, lean and strong. “C’mere.” He gives me a look, watching me sit up before taking the few steps to stand in front of me, looking down on me, looking so damn big, watching me unbutton his pants, unzip them while looking up into his eyes.

“Don’t you think it’s your turn to take something off?” I let his pants fall down his legs, giving him a bemused look before training my eyes down, enjoying the sight of him straining against his boxers, a light wet patch staining the navy fabric.

“I’m the boss, yeah?” He frowns, but relents, his expression gaining a little stress as I look at him, running a hand up his thigh, gripping the band of his boxers over his hip, leaning forward to skim my lips along the opposite side, relishing his nervous swallow. I pull on his boxers, watching his face, loving the sight of his chest heaving as I rid him of the last of his clothes. “Step out.” He does, kicking his clothing off to the side, standing bare in front of me, waiting on further instruction. I lay my face beside his dick, against his hip, sure to breathe against him, sighing at his light shiver, running my fingertips up the underside of him, peering up at him when he cards his fingers through my hair. “Hands off.” He relents, bending down to the side and pulling his belt out of his pants, offering it to me with a small smirk. This powerplay isn’t something I’d usually enjoy, but there’s something about having someone so powerful submit, having someone so used to being in control give it all up to me.

“Go ahead… I don’t mind, master.” He’s teasing, but I can tell his into it, prompting me to do something he’ll enjoy, making it seem like it wasn’t his idea. I take the cool leather from his hands, wrapping it tight around his wrists, fastening it before releasing him, catching his jaw tense when I sit up on my knees to tuck his bound wrist behind his head, keeping them out of my way, and giving myself a delicious view of the muscles in the bottoms of his arms.

“Keep those there, yeah?” He nods, looking a little dazed, enjoying this kind of thing more than I thought after all his talk about me needing someone to take control. I decide to quit delaying, laying my cheek back onto his hip, running my fingers up the length of him and closing them over the tip, pre smearing over my fingers, jerking over him a few times, watching him as I close my mouth around his tip, gentle suction making him groan and let his head tip back.

“Shit, you feel so damn good…” His arms are straining, muscles taut beneath his skin, his eyes low with pleasure, lips parted and heaving heavy breaths. “So pretty… Can’t believe you really- tied me up… Go a little deeper for me, yeah? You can do it, sweet girl, you suck my dick so fuckin’ good.” I listen, not minding, even though I’m meant to be the boss, I take as much as I can, gagging myself on him, watery eyes barely catching his head leaning back to let out a low groan. “There you go, good fuckin’ girl. Now use those hands, cmon, there you go, so good… Such a good- ah- Wish I could touch you, get you off while you suck my dick, get you moaning around me…” I do, no touching necessary, his words already more than working me up. I’m working my hand over what I can’t reach, looking up at him with wet eyes, bobbing up and down him, gagging and moaning on him. “Shit, you’re- so damn good at that… God, gonna make me fuckin’ cum. Keep going, a little longer, pretty girl- shit- Want me to cum down that perfect fucking throat?” I moan around him, and he groans, leaning his head back and twitching in my mouth, ready to bust, strong arms pulling against his restraints. “Jesus, such a good-nnh- girl, being so fuckin’ nasty, gagging on my dick- Fuck! Yeah, you want it? Take it, fuck, take it-!” He’s cumming, letting out a whiny groan when I sink down as far as I can go, staring up at him, his expression worried, brows pulled together, lips parted and red. “Shit, you’re so hot, so pretty crying on my dick. You like that? Feeling me empty down your fucking throat-” He cuts himself off with a low groan, trying to pull away when I keep sucking on him, letting out a choked moan once he gives in, allowing me to work him into overstimulation, his body hunching with how tight he’s wound, eyes closed in painful pleasure. “God, that’s fucking good- ah- hurts- Jesus Christ, please- Nnh-” I pop my mouth off of him when he starts shaking, giving him an innocent look, not believable, apparently, his own expression accusatory.

“What? You liked it…” He sighs, resting his knees on the bed, forcing me back, his size still intimidating even if he doesn’t have much mobility right now. He’s using his hands, even if they are bound, pushing my shirt up and sitting back on his haunches to kiss up my stomach, nosing at my shirt to get it higher.

“Take this off.” I frown, not happy he’s forgetting his role, though I don’t really mind, I’m perfectly happy either way, as long as he makes good on his promise.

“Is that any way to speak to your master?” He leans down, lips close to my ear, his words his against my skin.

“Don’t forget who I am. You had your fun, now let me make good on my promise.” I can’t argue with that, just gulp and pull my shirt up over my head, eyeing him when he sits up above me, straddling my hips, holding his bound wrists up between us. “Take this off.” I give him a look, not happy he’s trying to take away all my power, further the imbalance between us, give himself the chance to show me up even harder than he probably already will.

“Not yet.” He frowns, pulling me up to seated by the front of my bra, staring at me in an unamused fashion until I undo it, tossing it off to the side.

“Fine.” He rolls off me, onto his back resting with bound hands over head, laying there and looking at me. “Take your pants off.” I don’t know what he’s planning, but I listen, taking off my pants and getting rid of them, looking to him for my next move, his small smirk catching me off guard. “Come sit that pretty pussy on my face.” It’s embarrassing, shuffling over, hovering above him, but he seems excited, gripping onto my sides and pulling me down on him, groaning as soon as his mouth makes contact with my messy underwear, staring up at me through messy bangs as he lays his hands back down. “Want you to ride my fuckin’ face, take what you need since you’re refusin’ to let me give you my best.” I sigh, angling my hips to get him to mouth at my clit instead of the wetness on my panties, his lips closing over it making me gasp, my hands leaned on his wrists, holding them down on the bed, leaned forward, pressing my clit harder against his lips. “Nnh- Move these pretty panties to the side, wanna get a taste… Been waiting too damn long.” I do, and he laps at me, giving too light of pressure, eliciting a light, breathy moan, my hips moving against his tongue making him groan against my clit, my fingers tightening their grip on his belt.

“Shit, feels good- You’re good at-” He sucks harshly on my clit, leaving me to choke down my surprised moan, chin tucked to my chest, eyes screwed shut, nails digging into leather and pale skin. Once he’s shut me up he goes back to using his tongue, moving his head along with his strokes, giving me something to time the movement of my hips with, the harsh stimulation leaving me shaky, my orgasm well on its way, when he pauses, speaking against me, letting my near orgasm fade out, my distraught look earning me a light kiss to my clit.

“Shit, so fucking sensitive, yeah? Look so pretty shaking for me, such a good girl… Wonder how much you can take, how long I can draw this out.” He goes back to it, groaning loud and prompting me to dig my nails into his wrists when I tighten my thighs around his head, working my hips against his face, letting my head hang, letting myself chase it, and he loves it, groaning and moving around below me, pulling on his bound hands. I start to shake, and he moans, adding a little more pressure, a few more seconds going by, my orgasm nearly there, a needy moan ripping out of me when I feel it coming. “Not yet.” I groan, lolling my head back and breathing heavy, shifting uncomfortably, wishing he’d stop torturing me.

“Please- stop- Just let me… Let me.” He chuckles, hot breath fanning me making me shiver, his mouth closing over my clit, tongue pressed to me through parted lips, my hips moving a little more desperately against him, rutting into his face, the feel of his scruff a pleasant contrast to the warm softness of his mouth. “Leon, feels-ah- so good, please let me cum, let me-Nnh-!” I’m shaking again, hands too tight on his wrists, the pleasure almost painful, refusing orgasm this long leaving me insanely sensitive. He doesn’t stop, just groans into me and lets me rut into his face, tongue moving against me, light suction from his lips sending me into my orgasm, my hips pausing to squeeze my legs tight around his head, my needy moan returned by the man beneath me, his tongue working me through it, sure to stretch it around as long as possible, only stopping when I lift up off him on shaky legs, escaping him, for a moment, at least.

“One more time? I shake my head, trying to squirm away when his bound hands come for me, dragging me back down, holding me from lifting back up by a forearm pressing to the tops of my thighs, just above his head, forcing some more pleasure and needy noises out of me.

“No- Oh god.. Shit, wait, fucking stop- hah- stop-” He doesn’t, just groans and moves his tongue against me, enjoying himself, getting a little too noisy. “Le- Be-Ah- Be fucking- Quiet-!” I’m shaking, hard, the little pushback I had going against his arm slowly fading, leaving me sat fully on him, which he thoroughly enjoys, groaning and squirming around below me, not bothering to keep composed when I’m close to cumming for a second time, probably gushing slick into his waiting mouth. “Shit, gonna cum, hurts-nnh- fucking hurts-” I slump forward, don’t have much of a choice, my body convulsing above him drawing a guttural groan out of him, my sweaty forehead meeting the sheets, my insides clenching around nothing as he works me down. “Le- Leon… Stop… Stop…” He already has, is sitting up above me when I open my eyes, my on my back, him on his knees between my legs. “How..?” He smiles, reaching with trapped hands to pull my panties down my legs, staring at them, eyeing the wetness soaked into the fabric before tossing them onto his nightstand.

“If you wanted me immobile should’ve put them behind my back. Think this is my first time getting tied up?” I shake my head, still a little dazed, trapped in the afterglow of two consecutive orgasms. He offers me his wrists, prompting me to take off the belt, but I shake my head, watching him frown and sit himself back on his haunches, staring at me, pensive. “Fine.” He lifts his wrists, gripping the tail of the belt between his teeth and pulling, releasing himself while he looks at me, holding the little loop left behind in one hand, letting the other run up my side. “You can have a turn then.” He grabs my wrists before I can even process his words, trapping them and ignoring my struggling, not that I mind, I’m just playing the part. “See how you like not being able to touch.” He presses my arms above my head, leaned halfway over me, looking good, face smeared with slick, lips red and shiny, skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. “You want more? Or are you done?” I shake my head, and he laughs, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss to my lips, sitting back up on his hand above me.

“I’m not done.” He brings his lips back to mine, using his newly freed hand to do some exploring, running his fingertips up my side, sliding his thumb over my nipple, groaning against my lips. “Now, Leon.” He huffs, pulling back to give me a disapproving look, but he relents anyways, shifts to dig around in his nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms, unopened, prying it open to get one out and tossing the box on top of my panties, both piled messily on the surface of his nightstand.

“I haven’t done this in a while… Been waiting on you so damn long…” He holds the condom out to me, huffing a laugh when I frown, pulling on my bound wrists, which don’t budge. He opens it himself, rolling it down over his dick while he stares at me, teasing, affectionate in his nonchalant way. “I’ll last longer next time, get you to squeeze this pretty pussy on me twice before I get off… ‘s just, you soaking my fuckin’ face got me real worked up…” He slots himself at my entrance, looking at me, letting out a choked noise when I rock against him, prompting him to sink inside, way too slow, even if he is bigger than I’m used to.

“I won’t break, Leon.” He scoffs, pushing in further after I thought he’d bottomed out, letting out a low groan and leaving himself fully inside, the stretch intense, but still pleasurable, a nice fit, the size pleasing to some small, primitive part of my brain.

“Shit… You feel so good, so fuckin’ warm, wrapped so nice around me.” He moves, keeping a moderate pace, trying to last as long as possible, I suppose. “Shit, ‘s a school night, ‘m-ah- Keeping you up.” I frown, dropping it when his thumb presses to my clit, his other hand lifting my leg up to hook my heel over his shoulder, letting him deeper, pressing into my cervix, the discomfort somehow pleasurable, a dull ache to offset the harsh stimulation on my clit. He’s speeding up, thrusting in time with his little circles on my clit, the sound of his hips hitting my thighs and the wetness squelching around him making us both moan. “Goddamn, you look so fuckin’ good, bouncing on my-nnh- dick, all messy for me… So pretty, most gorgeous-hah- fuckin- shit- gorgeous girl- ever… Need you to cum again, squeeze me so fuckin’ good. C’mon, you’re shaking, I know you can do it, gonna make you cum all over my dick, soak my sheets like you soaked my fuckin’ sheets.” That gets me, I whine, loud and needy, cutting myself off once I realize what I’ve done, the restraints on my wrists starting to dig into my skin with how tense I am, shaking with another impending orgasm, the tight feeling there, the high refusing to come.

“Le- Can’t- Hurts-” I squirm, and he leans over me, the new angle making me let out another needy noise, his lips cutting me off, harsh against mine, his hips rutting more shallowly into me, his thumb pressing hard to my clit as he frees my wrists, not looking at what he’s doing but getting the belt off anyways, tossing it off the edge of the bed and parting from my lips to let out a low groan, his hips stuttering for a moment, nearly there, probably just as close as me.

“There you go, pretty girl, now cum for me, I know you can. You’re so fucking ready, whining and squeezing me like that…” He holds onto my wrists, just above my head, his weight on me a little painful, but it sends a rush through me, being held down, no chance to escape, forced to stay right here and take what he gives me. “There you go, give it to me, I know, three is a little much, but you can handle it, I know you can. Be a good girl, yes, there it is, shit, good girl, good fuckin-” He groans, low and guttural, dick twitching and emptying into the condom, his hips slowing, grinding into me, stretching out both our orgasms. “God, you’re being so- shit- damn loud… Sound so pretty… So pretty for me…” Once we both come down he pulls out, leaning down to press some affectionate kisses to my lips, parting from me to dispose of the condom, not seeming at all bothered to wander around completely naked while I watch.

“So uh… What does this mean?” I sit up, taking the worn tee he hands me, not keen to put my shorts back on when I’m this big of a mess. He stands in front of me, now with pants, looking down at me with a soft expression, all his usual aloofness faded into something serious, worry creasing his brow.

“I told you I’m not a low commitment kinda guy… You know what I want, so what do you?”

[kingayanna]

Dinnertime

this is an original Kingayanna story.

available on wattpad under: michaels imagines

username: t4r7nnn

set description~

diana ross' 21 year old sister, autumn ross attends a formal dinner alongside her sister at 'Benvolio's' an italian diner in california where she meets a 22 year old michael jackson.

ONCE AGAIN. if you cannot read mature content. LEAVE, you're responsible for what you read.

there is:

kissing

eating out

almost entry

and aggravation

ready, set, go!- enjoy, ayanna.

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september of 1980~

"whoo." is the sound that came out of my mouth as i placed down my suitcase. today was my first day home after graduating college, before flying all the way back to missisippi..i stopped at my sister diana's house. yes, THE diana ross. to you she's that perfect slim skinny big eyed chocolate superstar..but to me she's just my big sister, and i love her!

"hi pretty girl!" i heard diana say coming out of the kitchen. "hey didi" i said in return embracing my sister in a hug. my two nieces rhonda and tracee came running down the stairs when they heard my voice, both hugging and pulling me to their rooms.

after i got settled in at diana's house, she of course wanted to go outside, despite being a mother of two..this woman didn't let that stop her.

"okay di..where though?" i asked, leaning on her kitchen counter. "oh since you're so hesitant and tired from college we can party another day, how bout just a formal dinner today?" she replied, still trying to make me feel bad for not letting her get me drunk.

"formal dinner? who will be in attendance for it to be so formal..?" i asked. "oh nothing too serious, berry gordy, michael jackson-" she tried to finish

"MICHAEL?" i said yelling. "yes autumn, michael" she said chuckling in response to my excitement.

i've had a crush on michael since I could remember. we had first met at one of my sisters performances, and were always good friends..but as he's gotten older, and so have my hormones..i found myself to be obsessed with him.

diana knows, and she clowns me for it. but she dosent know i resent her for being such a flirt with him all the time, i tell her to cut it out suggesting that's my husband and because of their age gap but she never listens. "at what time?" i said smiling. "7, were out of here at 6 hun" she replied, fluffing her hair and continuing to cook the spaghetti on her stove.

"yes!" i whispered to myself as i dashed up her stairs to open my bag.

the time was 5:20, i showered quickly, asking diana what she'd be wearing so i could wear something 10x LESS flashy. i settled on a black body hugging dress and gold heels. I put on a red lip, some mascara and made sure my big curly hair was perfect in a simple side part before i put on my gold jewelry to highlight my carmel complexion, spraying a splitz of perfume. I grabbed my purse, the time now 5:55 and headed for downstairs. to my surprise, she was already dressed and ready to go. oh who am i kidding, it's diana. "took you long enough." she said laughing with her curly hair pulled back into a ponytail, showcasing her flashy gold necklace to match her white flowy dress and golden stilettos. i rolled my eyes and smiled as she and i filed into her drivers car on the way to the restaurant.

"what are you going to do with tracee and rhonda?"

i asked, realizing my nieces had been left in the house alone.

"oh no girl the babysitters there." she responded.

"oh!" i said. diana was a great mother. despite her stardom she was always there for her children, made their dinner packed their lunches picked their outfits. the best mother in the world. i want to be a mother just like her one day.

after a 49.5 minute drive, we arrived to a lowkey fancy restaurant downtown cali, "benvolios" was the name, plastered on the wall in bright red letters. two guards stood by the door as we walked in, not checking our id's..i was with diana. it was like that wherever we went. she was like my free walk in pass.

we came in, diana infront of me in her tall heels strutting to the table. i walked behind her, my legs doing whatever they wanted causing my hair to bounce with every step i took. we approached the table and michael's eye was the first thing i caught, sitting next to marlon. he had on a black tuxedo, his hair perfectly trimmed and his charm undeniable, i gave him a slight smile as he eyed me in my dress, embarrassed i caught him, he quickly looked away. berry got up and kissed my sister on the cheek, then moving to give me a hug.

"autumn! so great to see you hon." he spoke.

"you as well mr gordy!" i said in a kind tone returning his hug. diana and i took a seat, her directly next to berry as we exchanged our pleasantries with everyone else seated at the table.

i looked straight ahead of me at michael to see him already looking, sipping a glass of what looked like was pure orange juice like it was wine. i chuckled and rolled my eyes at his silliness then brought my attention back to my sister who had at her grown age, asked for a kids menu to play tic tac toe on.

when the waiter brought the paper and crayons back, diana and I played tic tac toe, i beat her..all three times. i don't know why she persists..she SUCKS! after my third victory i saw michael and marlon whispering things across the table. music started playing and michael's voice started blaring on the speakers, 'get on the floor' serenading the entire restaraunt. he looked un phased and ordered pasta with another cup of orange juice, diana ordered some salmon and i ordered risotto.

apparently diana regretted to inform me this was a business dinner , so her and berry and the other professionals sitting at the table had to excuse their selves to go to the bar to speak with some important man. surprisingly michael and his brother stayed. sipping his orange juice. i hadn't seen michael since april, it was september and everytime his name was mentioned i found myself lost in my thoughts,

his eyes, big & brown complimented by his thick eyebrows, his jawline, nose and lips, when he spoke moved perfectly, gently. and his arms, skinny but strong & veiny.

"autumn?" michael said .

"yes!" i said, snapping out of my gaze. this made michael chuckle.

"well that's my cue" marlon said, standing up from the table and walking up to a woman at the bar.

"i was saying how good it is to see you. it has been a while hasnt it." michael explained.

"oh yes! it has been a while. happy late birthday by the way." i said,

michael had turned 22 on august 29th.

"thank you, it's been nice to finally sit down and relax after a while because berry and I have been working on music for months" he explained, sighing.

the music switched from get on the floor to shes out of my life.

"i can't imagine." i spoke, sipping my drink.

"so how have you been? how's architecture?" he said.

"well the college courses are like really hard but i should be ok. i just need to keep going for the rest of this year until i graduate." i said, confidently. i never slurred when talking about architecture. i knew what i was saying.

"i love that about you. you persist. " he said.

I felt my cheeks burn.

michael looked down, smirking.

he then looked back up at me, watching the curves in my dress.

"hey um, would diana mind if you-if you didn't come home tonight?" michael asked.

"um that needs context.." i said, confused.

"no girl, i mean if you came home late.. i know you're like staying w her and all but we could lowkey ditch and go hang out." he said.

i was suspicious, but i agreed .

"ofcourse not, boy i'm grown" i said.

"mm great." he said getting up, grabbing my hand. i grabbed my purse and followed behind him sneaking past my sister and his brother out the door and into his limo.

"my penthouse please" michael told the driver, who revved up the engine and then took off.

"you look really beautiful tonight autumn." he said.

"thank you." i said lowly, blushing.

"you don't look too bad yourself mr jackson." i spoke.

"mm" he chuckled.

in what seemed like no time we were already at his penthouse.

he hopped out and opened the door for me, then moving us up the elevator to his penthouse.

"this is beautiful michael!" i said, entering his red and gold colored penthouse.

"thank you." he said, hands in his pockets eyes locked on me.

"well i brought you here because i had to confess i'm in love with you autumn." he spoke.

i froze.

he noticed and chuckled again.

"ever since i've known you, i thought i loved diana but it's you. everything about you. i love you." he said.

"i-i love you too michael." i said, shyly. my panties were now soaked.

"don't be shy girl." he said, taking my hips in his hands.

"mm." i said, watching his every move.

he brought my body closer to his and we indulged into a passionate kiss, one that sent shivers down my spine. and in seconds. michael's hands moved from my waist to my ass, then under my dress.

he pulled away as he looked for my nod of approval.

he then put me down on the bed, pulling my dress off of me, leaving me in my now drenched panties and a bra.

"ahh. i see." michael said. looking at my panties. he brought his face down, began licking from the outside, teasing me. i moaned softly.

"you're so wet ma" he said, moving my panties out the way, now with a clear view of my pussy.

his eyes widened and he smiled into it, eating me off the bone. taking his time with his every movement.

after he finished, he put his fingers inside of me, playing with the juices he'd caused me to make.

"oh michael ." i'd moaned.

michael then stood up, unbuttoning his pants, releasing something that i didn't know they sold in that size.

"oh my." i said, in awe.

"you want it mama?" he asked. i nodded my head fast.

he smirked.

"ok" he said, he gently placed his tip on my clit, teasing me.

and just as he had even thought about putting the whole thing in. his intercom rang.

"FUCK." he said, pulling his pants back up, handing me my panties.

he went over to press the button.

"Mr jackson. you have a visitor." his security said. "send it up." michael said. annoyed, now fully buttoning his pants.

i put my dress all the way back on and sat on the side of his bed, staring at him with lust.

the elevator door opened.

"what the FUCK diana!" i cried.

tarynayanna 2024

[maddieladner1999]

Bad Idea Right?

A Ricky and EJ fanfic set during season 4 when Ricky visits EJ at college. I really liked a lot of the dialogue from there scene, so I kept most of it and tweaked it to my story.

All rights go to Disney and Tim Federly for characters. I do not own them. 

When Ricky and Gina kept having problems between the movie, seeing each other, and Mack always being around, Ricky didn’t know what to do. He’s scared. He hasn’t been this scared in a while, so he does the stupidest thing he could possibly do, goes to visit EJ at college. While looking for his dorm  building he finally sees EJ standing on the stairs on the second floor. 

EJ: Richard Bowen

Ricky: Elton John

Ej: Welcome to college. 

Ricky is taken by EJ into EJ’s room and given a brief tour. He’s staying by himself as an RA so that means he won’t have to worry about any conversation interrupters. EJ tells him that he is no longer speaking to his dad, working 4 jobs, has a full class schedule, weekly practice for the ping pong team, and sectionals is coming up for his acapella group the Blindorphins. No suprise that he stays busy he always has. And of course he’s doing acapella, he always like Blaine the best on glee. 

Ricky couldn’t help but notice the guitars. He remembers hearing EJ play for the first time at camp this summer. He never knew EJ even knew how to play guitar, but alas the older boy is full of surprises. Camp also reminds him of trying to hang out with EJ and EJ was too busy. He wonders back on that night to what could’ve happened if he did instead of Gina. He never wouldn’t realized his feelings for Gina probably. He most likely would’ve realized the truth of why he always steals EJs girlfriends. He really just wants EJ. He asks EJ to play him a song

EJ: it might be terrible

Ricky: “all songs might be terrible, Elton.” He loved using his given name. It made him feel things. 

EJ: yeah sounds about right. Capo. 

Ricky: oh capo? Fancy. 

EJ starts singing and Ricky can’t help himself. He’s absolutely in love with the man standing before him. He decides to join in with his struggles in the song too. 

Ricky is strolling through Instagram to find Quinn’s latest post featuring Mack and Gina kissing. He’s not even jealous anymore. He just wishes Gina would tell him how she feels. Guess he’ll just have to tell EJ first and see what happens. 

EJ comes back and can visibly see something’s wrong

EJ: ok so you wanna grab food? You ok?

Ricky: I am great. Super. Good

EJ grand his phone and sees the pictures. “Hey I know what it feels like. I’m here for you though, unless you wanna be alone.”

Ricky: I thought everything was perfect. It was, for like a second. Just like it was with my parents. Just like it was with nini. Just like it was with my dad and miss freakin jenn. It’s like everyone’s allowed to be ok for like 10 seconds. And then everything falls apart. And then Gina gets this great movie opportunity, and this guy, her childhood crush, is hanging around all the time and it’s like ok I don’t wanna get in her way, but I don’t know what else to do but hide. 

EJ: well do you know what she wants?

Ricky: IDK. I’m too afraid to ask. Are you ever like um afraid of the truth? 

EJ: I mean not so much anymore. 

Ricky: I don’t wanna respond to my moms texts because I don’t wanna know if she’s back with Todd. I’m tanking my senior year instead of applying to colleges or focusing on my grades. I’m just distracted at the fear of losing more people. I’m tired. I’m tired of losing people. I don’t wanna lose Gina but the truth is I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now. I love her I do. But not like that. 

EJ: wow that wasn’t what I was expecting. 

Ricky: and what were you expecting? 

EJ: I thought you’d come here for advice on getting Gina to be 100% yours. I never expected you to secretly harbor feelings for me. 

Ricky: well I do. And I have no idea what to do now. Especially since you probably don’t even feel the same way. 

EJ: oh. I do though. I have for a while now too. I’m not sure how long but I do. I hated calling you my brother that day at the screening. Especially since I was just so hurt I thought you liked her. I never thought you could ever like me. Clearly, I was wrong. 

Ricky: so now what?

EJ: why don’t we get some food and then figure it out. I’m starving 

Ricky: ok 

EJ orders some food for delivery to campus and the two boys eat on the floor since EJ doesn’t really have a table. 

EJ: I am stuffed

Ricky: yeah me too

*thunder rumbles outside*

EJ: no

Ricky: I should probably hit the road before an actual monsoon arrives. Hey I’m sorry for showing up and dropping everything on you earlier. You didn’t ask for that. 

EJ throws a balled up paper wrapper at Ricky “actually, I think you’re done talking for a minute.”

EJ: there are a lot of things that I would do different. I wish I would’ve stood up to my dad sooner. I wish I had spent last summer having more fun… there are just so many things that I didn’t get right. 

Ricky: I had no idea

EJ: look the point is, sometimes things don’t work out and our job is to just shake it off and hold on to some hope for what’s next. Look… my time at east high is over. And I am  so proud of who I am and who I’ve become. And I do love what has come next. But dude there is nothing in this world like high school. Nothing. And I promise you, you will never find another family like the wildcats. Take em in. Love em. Because honestly one of the biggest reasons I stay so busy is because I miss it every single day. And you will too Ricky, I promise you. It happens to every single one of us. And look dude, I think there are plenty of people who do more than worry about you, but you have to actually let them. I mean you have to actually pick up the phone, reach out and stop feeling sorry for yourself. 

Ricky: that’s not…

EJ: and look Gina is the best. And I am at peace with how things worked out, but you have to tell her the truth. I know you think you’re the guy who runs away and that’s just some personality trait that you have to be stuck with forever. You know something bad happens and you hide like opening night with HSM. And the crazy thing is you think you’re actually helping the other person, but you know what?

Ricky: I’m actually hurting them?

EJ: no you’re actually hurting yourself. Look you can be the guy who runs. You can be. Plenty of people do. But is anybody gonna show up for that guy? You still have plenty of time to change that. 

Ricky: (sobs) how?

EJ: if you wanna be happy in the future, you better start speaking your mind to the people you care about. Like right now. 

Ricky: okay. Okay. I’m not gonna run away again. I’m not gonna run away this time. I like you EJ. I do. And I need to tell Gina that. And I will. 

EJ:  ok but it’s storming and I can’t let you drive home in that weather. You can stay here tonight and drive back in the morning. 

Ricky: ok but I didn’t plan on staying the night so I don’t have any clothes and you have a twin size bed. 

EJ: I’ll make a pallet on the floor and you can borrow some of my stuff. 

Ricky: so now what?

EJ kisses Ricky and Ricky finally understands the whole thing about fireworks. Seeing EJ tonight was definitely a bad idea but it’s time he goes after what he wants. It’s the best kiss he’s ever had. But he can’t continue with Gina still being his girlfriend. 

Ricky: I’m sorry but I can’t do that to Gina. 

EJ: right I shouldn’t have I’m sorry. I’ll get you some clothes. 

EJ starts rifling through his stuff and Ricky decides to step in the hall. He texts miss jenn that he can’t make it to rehearsal and calls Gina. She answers. He doesn’t wanna do this over the phone but he can’t keep it to himself any longer. He wants EJ. And he can’t sleep on EJ’s floor next to him tonight and resist him. 

Gina: hey Ricky I was just sitting down for dinner is everything ok? I know you went to see EJ

Ricky: yeah I’m still here. It’s raining pretty bad and he refuses to let me drive in the bad weather. 

Gina: that’s good. So what’s up?

Ricky: look I love you, I do. But this year has been rough. With Mack, your childhood crush, and the movie. I don’t think I can do this anymore. 

Gina: what are you talking about?

Ricky: I just had a really long important conversation with EJ and he laid some truths out. I run away from my problems and I know that. And I can’t keep doing it anymore. Running away won’t make it better. This time without you thought has made he realize something. I thought it could work with nini I thought it was supposed to because I’ve known her forever and we’re so good together but as just friends. And then I realized maybe it was you but as always everything bad that could happen happened. I really thought I could be with you and that you were the one and who knows maybe you are. But I think we need to be apart. You can go be with Mack if you want. And I’m sorry for doing this over the phone but I just couldn’t continue on without telling you how I feel. I’ll be back tomorrow 

Gina: you’re right. This isn’t working. I tried the best I could but you still slipped away. I couldn’t stop you. I understand. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then? 

Ricky: one more thing. 

Gina: what?

Ricky: I like EJ. I didn’t wanna tell you over the phone but I needed you to know. He kissed me. That’s it though. I couldn’t do that to you. But now that we’re over I need to see what happens next here with EJ. 

Gina: I always suspected but l wasn’t sure. 

Ricky: what?

Gina: you stole his girlfriend twice. You always seemed to care about what EJ was doing. It makes sense now. 

Ricky: well I’m sorry again. 

Gina: it’s ok. At least it was before we got too serious. Didn’t break my heart Bowen. 

Ricky: good. I’ll see you at school?

Gina: yeah. Bye. 

Ricky comes back into EJ’s room to find EJ had taken a shower and got him some clothes

EJ: everything ok?

Ricky: yeah. I just broke up with Gina. 

EJ: oh. How’d she take it?

Ricky: good. She even apparently kinda suspected I liked you

EJ: oh yeah? 

Ricky: yeah. I guess I was a little obvious with my obsession of EJ caswell. 

EJ: so everything’s good. No broken hearts? Cause I would never forgive you if you hurt her. 

Ricky: yeah everything’s good. We weren’t that serious yet so she’s not hurt. 

EJ: ok well I guess you could shower if you want now. I left some clothes on your pallet. 

Ricky: ok. I’m gonna do that

While Ricky showered he thought about EJ some more. He’s in his shower using his soap and shampoo. He liked the idea of smelling like EJ. He couldn’t wait to get out and see him again. That scruffy looking dork could be his now. If EJ wasn’t too busy to have him of course. 

When Ricky comes out the bathroom he understands the term “coming out the closet” even more. So that’s what he’s gonna do tomorrow. He’s gonna figure out his sexuality and tell everyone in the drama club. They’ll accept him. He knows they will. Carlos, Ashlyn, and Maddox are all part of the community already. And his best friend big red is Bi. And gina already knows. Everything is going to be fine. 

EJ: you good?

Ricky: yeah. I’m just not a fan of sleeping on the floor. 

EJ: wanna trade?

Ricky: no. I wanna spoon you actually. 

EJ: oh? Well then get in. 

Ricky gets in the bed and goes to wrap his arm around EJ when EJ turns toward him

EJ: so if you and Gina are over and she knows does that mean we can kiss now?

Ricky: oh I wanna do so much more than kiss you. 

______________

EJ’s pov:

EJ kisses Ricky with such force it almost knocks Ricky off the bed. He saves him in great timing though. EJ rolls Ricky on top of him so he won’t have to worry about Ricky falling off the bed and immediately takes off Ricky’s shirt. He’s used to the smell of his soap but he notices it on Ricky. He likes it. As he goes down to pull off Ricky’s pants he takes a moment to let Ricky take off his shirt. Momentarily distracted by Ricky kissing his entire torso up and down he almost forgets what he’s doing. Finally he gets the pants off along with the boxers. Ricky is bigger than he thought he’d be and already fully erected. He realizes he doesn’t completely know that he’s doing so decides on giving a blow job. He flips Ricky over so he can get to the right spot. He knows what he likes so he does it to Ricky. Ricky doesn’t take very long to cum and soon his mouth is full. After that, Ricky is obviously dazed. He doesn’t know what to do know so he cleans Ricky up and kisses him up his torso. Ricky finally has words 

Ricky: I thought coming here would be a bad idea actually 

EJ: yeah? Was it?

Ricky: no I think it was the best idea I’ve ever had. 

EJ: good. So you wanna take a turn now? 

Ricky: 1 night and you’re already asking the right questions. Of course I do. 

 ___________

Ricky’s pov:

EJ just gave Ricky the best blowjob of his life and he could feel that EJ was hard. So when he asked if I wanted to return the favor I knew I had to. 

I flipped EJ back to his back after slipping off his pajama bottoms and boxers. I thought I was big but man did EJ have an inch or 2 on me. I moved down to get in position and got started on his cock. I did everything the same as he did but faster. EJ was moaning so hard. Once he came, I cleaned him up and kissed him up his torso till I met his lips. This was the best night of my life. But I was tired so I promptly laid down on top of EJ and fell asleep. 

The next morning I was still naked and on top of EJ who was of course also naked. I couldn’t help but smile. He looked so cute when he slept. He soon woke up and said good morning. I responded the same and kissed him. I knew I had to get back home but I didn’t wanna leave. After a few minutes of kissing EJ stopped and had some things to say

EJ: well last night was fun. 

Ricky: yeah it was. I guess I have to go back now. 

EJ: yeah I guess so. I almost forgot you were still in high school. 

Ricky: me too. I didn’t even wanna leave. 

EJ: well then when you get home go apply to go to school here and work really hard to get in. 

Ricky: I will. 

EJ: long distance can be hard. Is that something you wanna do or do you wanna wait till senior year is over?

Ricky: I think I’ve waited long enough for the right person I’m not running away from that again 

EJ: you really taking my words to heart?

Ricky: yeah. So I guess you can text me your busy schedule and I’ll find time to FaceTime you. And maybe even visit. And you have to come see the show. 

EJ: of course I will. So we doing this. 

Ricky: yep! I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. 

EJ: you should get going soon 

Ricky gets up off of EJ and gets dressed in his clothes from yesterday. 

Ricky: I guess the pajamas weren’t that necessary after all

EJ: nope. (EJ gets up and puts on his boxers so he’s not naked) but it was still nice to see you in my clothes if only for a minute. 

Ricky: well thanks for last night again. It’s time I go after what I want. And who I want. 

EJ: hey I’m always here when you need me. 

Ricky: well I should get going. (Ricky texts his dad he’s on his way home)

EJ: wait before you go

Ricky: one last kiss for the road?

EJ: no. Well yeah but I wanted to give you something. (EJ hands Ricky his electric guitar)

Ricky: no

EJ: you’ll probably get more use out of this than I will

Ricky: EJ

EJ: please. (EJ kisses Ricky very passionately before taking him into a hug)

Ricky: I love you

EJ: I love you too now get out of here

Ricky: see you at opening night?

EJ: of course and we’ll definitely FaceTime before then

The end. 

[cxhleel108]

LITG S5 MC:

Name: Omari Martin

Age: 25 (During the Season) 26 (Now)

Birthday: June 30, 1997 (Cancer)

Hometown: Born in Durban, South Africa. Raised in Truro, England. Moved to Edinburgh, Scotland for college.

Ethnicity: South African

Job: Photographer

Sexuality: Straight

Height: 163cm/5’4

Hobbies: Drawing, Photography, Painting, Crocheting, Driving

Personality: My girl loves hard ok. If you’re a part of her close circle, you’re guarded for life. The Cancer sign is a crab so everything important to her is staying protected in her shell. That includes her emotions/feelings. Omari is more on the emotional side, but at the same time, she only gets vulnerable with people that she trusts. If she doesn’t trust that you’ll value her feelings as much as she would value yours, she’s only giving away so much of herself. Also, if you screw her over she can forgive you eventually, but she will never forget. “I get in my feelings, I’m sensitive, and I can be hurt just like everybody else but I rarely feel hatred or bitterness towards people who do me dirty. In due time I can let the hurt go, but I know to let the person go as well and break the toxic cycle before it can even manifest.” Art has always been a big part of her life. She’s very imaginative and loves creating her ideas into visual forms. Getting to do photography is basically her dream job. Now when it comes to partying, if her friends are going then she’ll go. If it was up to her how she spent her night, then she’s staying her ass at home. She likes hanging out in a more intimate environment because she feels like you can connect more that way. “My idea of a dream date is so simple. I really do not require a lot when it comes to that. Just me and my partner at home eating sushi or maybe pizza, doing whatever. Bonus points if he likes art too cos then we can draw together or something like that.” Just remember this, she’s def not boring and can turn up when she’s in the mood.

Why She Came On Love Island: Omari was ready to find new love. She felt that she had taken enough time to be with herself after all that happened with her last relationship and the one thing she hates the most is being alone. So, what better way to get over your ex cheating on you than going on an island vacation with several hot men waiting to cuff you?

Who She’s With: We’re just gonna discuss what she got up to after the show because all of them boys from the season literally SUCKED so bad that she ended up getting with nobody <3. Ok, Finn was cool and they did have a lil thing for a bit after the show ended, but they both knew eventually that they wanted different things so they just stayed friends. Other than that life’s been pretty good for our girl. She took her prize money and used it to move back to Truro because there was really no point for her to stay in Edinburgh anymore thanks to Suresh’s cheating ass. She got a lot of good offers for photography work so safe to say she’s been getting a few pretty pounds. A lot of apologies were sent her way once the season was done. Alfie, Dana, Arlo, and Gabi hit Omari up to say sorry for her terrible experience on the show and the part they played in that. She appreciates all of them admitting their faults and is completely fine with having cordial relationships but none of them are gonna be her besties anytime soon. “It’s sad cos I really did view Dana as a good friend and obviously everyone saw how much I fancied Alfie but all of the weird behavior became way too much to ignore and I couldn’t deal with it anymore.” Suresh probably has tried numerous times to apologize again and again but Omari has that man blocked on everything possible because she really wants his chapter of her life CLOSED. Her favorite thing to have happened because of the show though has to be the support she’s gotten. A large portion of the fans were rallying behind her the whole time. #JusticeForOmari was even trending on Twitter at one point. All of the winner girlies from the previous seasons (you’ll meet them soon) sent her sweet messages. Dani from Season 2 and Simone from Season 4 specifically showed her the most love. Dani invited Omari all the way out to LA to come on her channel/podcast so she could say all the things that she couldn’t on the show. “She’s exactly how you’d expect her to be in real life after seeing her on the show. Just super cool and hilarious 24/7. We got to laugh, bond over similar experiences, get serious, talk shit, and then laugh some more hahaha. I’m really grateful to her for that. Also, Bobby makes the best chocolate chip cookies I’ve ever had in my entire life.” Simone invited her out to lunch when she was in the area one day. They had a nice lil spill sesh and Simone even put Omari on to one of her friends who happens to be a certain tall, gentle, cat-owning tattoo artist from Falmouth that we all love. “I was talking about how I wanted to get a really nice and more noticeable tattoo cos I only have a small one on my wrist, so she recommended a close friend of hers who does really good ones and only lives about 25 minutes from me. I could tell by the fact that she started telling me stuff about him that wasn’t relevant to his job and then showed me a picture of a very attractive man that she was trying to set me up haha. But, that’s how Oliver and I met.” So yeah she’s with Oliver now and they’re just living life being like the cutest and most creative couple ever. (I really needed to give her a happy ending cuz…well you already know why)

[lyrical-fanfics]

Everything will be okay (RiddlexReader Vignette)

this is part of a series of one-shots that will later tie into a longer series on my AO3. They're meant to be read like the vignettes in Twisted Wonderland, so if you want a sequel please let me know. The reader is not Yuu. The reader is a student at the OC sister school Fantasia College for girls

3rd person POV

Genre: Gen, some fluff

Fem!Reader

 

    Riddle was always furious at her. Always pushing things to the last minute, always lazing about, always taking her time. Whenever something tickled her fancy, she would forego work to investigate. She had no restraint and nary an ounce of prudence. She did as she wanted, and she never settled. She was horrible to compromise with, and even now he wanted to pull his hair out. How she became the Vice-Housewarden in his house’s Sister dorm, he would never know. The Housewarden of Whispmathan seemed to place great trust in her, but he wouldn’t trust her with something as simple as delivering a paper. 

    “Housewarden Riddle, I do not believe glaring is conducive in this meeting. Is there something bothering you? Do we need to take a break?” The Housewarden of Whispmathan questions with an unwavering tone and gaze. Her work ethic was phenomenal in comparison to that of her absent partner. 

    “When do you plan on calling (Name) here?” He nearly growled out the question, trying to keep his fuse from igniting against her stone-cold exterior. Trey could feel the tension rising in the air, as this was supposed to be a meeting between all four dorm leaders, but half of the Whispmathan duo started the meeting without everyone in attendance. 

    “I expect (Name) to be here on her own schedule. Regardless, I can take care of this task without help.” Ursa Morgan, the Dorm leader of Whispmathan, puffed her chest with placid pride. “Do you doubt your sister dorm’s abilities?” 

    Riddle could only sigh as he glanced towards Trey, who only gave his dorm leader a simple shake of the head. Ever since the merger of Fantasia and NRC, the paperwork has been piling up. Riddle was up to his waist in a variety of event requests, sleepover permissions (to which he instantly denied a grand majority), and a variety of joint administration agreements. Most of the menial documents only require one or two eyes to scan and pass along, but with the sheer volume of them, he was flooded. He knew Ursa was as well, but she powered through most of them. He didn’t understand how she did it, as for a lot of the papers, he needed Trey’s help just to cull them. Ursa was bound for exhaustion at this point, which infuriated Riddle further. 

    “If we are to continue to hold these meetings in Heartslaybul, then I must insist we enforce Heartslaybul rules. This includes punishment for tardiness and absence without prior notice.” Riddle was really pushing his luck here. He knew that in prior agreements, the rules of Heartslaybul students were not to apply to Whispmathan, but maybe, just maybe, Ursa would agree. 

    “Who said I was late?” a voice chimed in from a nearby wardrobe, and atop it was (Name). Her legs were crossed as she sat, and a lazy smile dripped across her face. Riddle nearly popped a vein when he saw her. 

    “There you are! You failed to call off during attendance! Therefore, you are late!” He prattled, causing a shared glance between Trey and Ursa. 

    “Recall Riddle, Whispmathan students are void of Heartslaybul rules, that was the agreement after the unbirthday party incident.” (Name) slid down from the tall, crooked wardrobe, patting her dorm uniform clean of the minimal dust. “As it was agreed that all Heartslaybul students were void of Whispmathan’s requirements for weekly divinations.” 

    “You seem to remember a lot only when the information benefits you.” Riddle quipped, causing (Name) to laugh. 

    “Makes it easy that way.” (Name) then ignored Riddle’s glare as she approached her Housewarden. “Yo. anything you need me to do?” 

    “No. Go back to sleep,” Ursa commanded while looking over several documents. She once again tried to take on all the work by herself, but this time Trey stepped in. 

    “Actually I could use some help, do you mind if I borrow her?” he was trying to kill two birds with one stone. He knew Ursa wouldn’t ask for help beyond that of life or death, and he knew Riddle was about to burst another gasket if (Name) just went back to lazing about in his presence. 

    “Aw, really?" (Name) complained, but she smiled afterward. "Boring. Alright. What are we doing?" She could barely finish her sentence before Riddle erupted again. 

    “If you were the entire time, you should be well aware!” Riddle lashed out, and (Name) couldn't help but roll her eyes. His face began to rival the red strawberries on his favorite tarts. 

    “Remember? According to you, I wasn’t here.”      “And according to you, the Queen of Heart’s rules do not apply to you!” 

    “Please, just come here and stop antagonizing him…” Trey said with a great sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He might’ve actually preferred it if (Name) had just kept silent this whole time. At least then she would have done what (Name) does best and completed everything within minutes of the deadline. Procrastination might as well be her Signature Spell, but from what Ursa’s told him, (Name)’s spell is far more special. 

    Despite everyone knowing that She’ll get things done within the last few hours, Riddle is still plagued with noticing how every small thing (Name) does is highly inefficient. She would spin her pen on her fingers, or she would doodle something and then bug Trey to look at it, or she would bother Ursa, who would look up for a brief second, comment, and then immediately return to her grind. The only point he was able to focus on was when (Name) left the room for a few minutes, only to return 5 minutes later with a drink from a vending machine. It was the straw that broke the very broken camel's back, and once again, Riddle snapped. 

    “Can you focus for at least 5 minutes!? You’re only slowing everyone down, and extending the time it takes to get everything done!” 

    His fuming and anger rose to a reddened point, verbally attacking the serene (Name) as she only gave a blank stare at Riddle. “How you became a Vice-Housewarden is beyond me! You don’t even belong in this room if you’re going to only cause delay! You can't stay on task for more than 5 minutes, and you are rude and ignorant to everyone else around you, working hard! Do you know how much time you’ve wasted here? Why are you even here if you can’t do anything right? Why are you here?!” 

    “Riddle!” Trey tried to calm the situation as he shot to his feet, but his words did little about the growing tension in the room. Riddle’s stress and anger culminated in a scream. Trey looked to Ursa to help pacify the situation, but she only kept her head down, writing away as if nothing was happening. Trey was already stressed about the potential for another Riddle overblot, even though doctors said the likelihood was low, but (Name) wasn’t helping right now. Her unchanging face was probably only causing Riddle to get angrier as well. It seemed like she didn't care, like even in Riddle's highly volatile and emotional state, she was blank. 

    The tension came crashing down with the simple touch of a cold drink to Riddle’s forehead. (Name)'s face finally cracked, as it turned warm. 

    “Because everything will be okay.” was all (Name) said before placing the drink down in front of Riddle. It was a bottle of water, but she clearly intended it to be for him. Her voice softened as she smiled gently at Riddle, causing his heart to skip a beat. “The weekly divination on Ursa confirmed it, however such an environment where it’s all stress will cause her to collapse. As Vice-Housewarden, it is my job to prevent that.”

    Riddle and Trey were taken aback. This entire time, they had only seen (Name)’s meddling as annoying and self-serving, but looking back on it, she was bugging Ursa quite a bit. She would ask for her opinions on wood carvings (Name) wanted to do, or upcoming shows and books. 

    “Oh, is that what my divination said for this week?” Ursa kept working as if she didn’t hear about her own impending collapse. “It makes sense.” (Name) sighed before walking over to Ursa and patting her head.

    “You just heard about the potential for your collapsing, and you reply with ‘Makes sense’?!” Trey couldn’t help but point out the absurdity, but Ursa only shrugged it off. Riddle wasn't quite satisfied yet.  

    “But if that is the case, why not just come forward with the information instead of dragging the whole operation down?” Riddle crossed his arms and pouted. (Name)’s logic wasn’t fully there, and he didn’t know if he trusted her on this. 

    “Would you have actually been mindful of this or just let yourself burn out and suffer the consequences of not changing your fate?” (Name) quipped back as she shifts her attention back to Ursa. Riddle was once again taken aback by (Name) and her thoughtfulness to the situation. He soften ever so slightly to (Name)’s kindness until Ursa opened her mouth and ruined the moment.

    “Don’t let this fool you. My reading was at the beginning of this week. There were probably plenty of chances to prevent my collapse. She chose once again to do it last minute.” 

    “Ah-- I’m caught.” (Name) giggled and stuck her tongue out to appear more naive and innocent, but this only caused Riddle to burst into red again. 

    (Name) could only scratch the back of her head as she actually got proper criticism from Riddle, delaying the paperwork by 3 hours.

thank you for reading my work. If you would like to follow along, the entire thing is also on AO3

[imaginarylungfish]

The report on my asthma test said my lungs are 33. Not 28. (You’re not 28 yet, L.) Okay, well not 27. Thirty-three. So, hey look at that. Maybe the lungs are the window into your soul. 

It was weird going to my allergist’s office. Things have changed (thank god). There are a whole new set of nurses and receptionists. Of course there are. Of course there would be. My allergist had new wrinkles on her face. They were peeking out behind her mask.

I felt like a college student who visited their high school during spring break and none of the teachers remembered me. Of course, they pretended, but you could see it in their eyes. Time moved on. Nothing is permanent. And I was weirdly nostalgic and sad. As if I couldn’t provide something that building (up 4 floors, door on the left) wanted. The halls whispered my name. But I pretended not to hear.

When they took me back to get my shot, I had to tell them it was only one. Only one shot. I give myself the other in 2 weeks. Oh, the nurse said. She probably didn’t know I’ve done this all before. I’m not trying to tell her what to do–just what I do.

They sent me out to wait in the lobby for my doctor. Then they called me in again.

I walked in, faced the nurse as they scribbled down my weight (as a good ex-ED’er I am) and sat down in room 4, in the chair. Always the chair, never the examination table. God, that world just gets stuck in your throat. Ex-a-min-a-shun. Bleh. I am a human, not a rat.

I lift my left arm and stick out my right pointer finger. I know what to do. Uncross your legs, don’t talk.

What are you here for? (Why should I tell you?) Check-up. I keep it brief. I’ve learned long ago that the nurses don’t care. And they rarely communicate what you said to the doctor. No need to repeat yourself.

I’ll be back, he said. Yes, I’ll be here.

But hey, I was nice. I was nice, okay? My sister says I’m blunt. But we’re talking medicine here. Aren’t we supposed to stick to facts? 

The nurse is back and I do my PFT (that fancy asthma test, okay?). The nurse is nice. He jokes around. I joke around too. Cause hey, I’m back babyyyy! I feel hollow.

My lungs are 33. My doctor comes into the room. I tell her it’s tiring going to the doctor all the time so I stopped. She says we can get me to 100%. I say 90% if good enough. She smiles, or rather her eyes do. I don’t know if she understands what I’m saying.

I leave.

Halfway home I remember I wanted to go to the beach. It was a 5 minute drive from the office. I used to go there with my ex. They would drive me to my appointment and then we'd walk around the tidepools. We’d eat at the mall, and they’d try to pet the koi in the pond.

I smile. (Wow, a smile for that ex.)

I keep driving.

[tearsandwishes]

weekend vent dumps #3

alrighty doe, how is everyone? I hope you all have been doing well.

WELL GUESS WHAT? GUESS WHOS ON BREAK BITCHES. ME. AND GUESS WHO HAS MIDTERMS WHEN THEY GET BACK. ME.

High school is just the best. As a Junior in a private school, I don't know how I did it. I remember getting my acceptance letter like it was yesterday.

My parents picked me up from school and gave me a letter with fancy printing. I opened it and it revealed the best of both worlds. My name engraved in it with the ink and the words flowed with great elegancy.

As you can tell I ain't shit. In middle school, my parents said that if I didn't get into a private school, they would send me all the way to Connecticut to an ALL GIRLS SCHOOL. Which I thought was outrageous. But at the same time, I live in Massachusetts in the middle of nowhere so there isn't much of a difference.

Anyways, private school is Massachusetts sucks. Massachusetts is so big on its education, it's not even funny. Now everyone knows that Harvard and Yale are in Massachusetts and Connecticut. Which are the best colleges in all of America, so those 2 states make the children work 10x harder I feel like. We have to take tests on specific years to check our education mentality to see if we are the very top in America. Low key, MCAS (a state test in Massachusetts) made my mental health go down then it needed to be.

Now, I used to go to public school in middle and elementary. And I say, don't be ashamed that you go to a public school for high school. Colleges just wonder if you graduated or not (and of course if you can read). I wished I stayed in public school, but at the same time I'm grateful for private school (and I'm so glad I got a scholarship cuz that shit costs MONEY).

Also, my biggest flex is that I don't have to worry about MCAS now because I'm in private school and they don't do that shit. YUH

Nonetheless, ITS CHRISTMAS TIME! Which means Miss Mariah Carey is unfrozen and I will cry myself to sleep every time I go to the store with my mother. I don't want a lot for Christmas this year, I just want money. And knowing my grandparents, they'll give me like 200 dollars.

That doesn't matter, what matters is family and that I survived another crazy year. I can't wait to be a senior. So I can graduate and get the hell out of my parents and ship myself to college.

I should apply for colleges really soon, I'm thinking about doing community college or something. I just want a small degree in something where I can continue writing. Maybe I'll study English or something. You need a degree in something I believe.

Well, Imma end it here, I have a shift soon at my part-time job (yes I have a job at a cinema, all I do is scan tickets). So yeah, without a further ado my mutuals, drink water and be safe. And here's a quote by Whitney Houston because she has a movie coming out soon. (WAKANDA FOREVER WAS FIRE IDGAF WITH WHAT YOU PEOPLE SAY)

“I finally faced the fact that it isn`t a crime not having friends. Being alone means you have fewer problems.”

-Whitney Houston

So my take on this week was to never be ashamed of who you are.