#so i got a different dress and a shirt and I'm wearing that instead

[poisondionaea-art]

RIP to the dress I spent 2 weeks hand making from another dress I upcycled for my Halloween costume but now can't wear, because the fabric didn't take the bleach I painted on it and then ate an entire bottle of white paint when I tried to use that instead to get the skeleton on the dress.

[jo-speaks]

want to request 🎂 with quinn hughes and prompts “can we try something new tonight” and “can we come up with a safe word before continuing”; also happy birthday 😋

warnings: cockwarming, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of tonight's game, etc.

celebration masterlist

note: i got carried away. this was meant to be completely different, but i'm saving that plot line for its own post

The sound of the door unlocking woke you up from your slumber, the sound of ESPN reduced to background noise as the broadcast had come to an end.

You rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, the disappearance of your sleep haze allowing you to see Quinn drop his bag in frustration before slipping off his shoes. In his frustration, he hadn’t noticed you on the couch, immediately going to your shared bedroom to seek your comfort. 

“Y/N?” He called out, confusion lacing his voice as he opened the bedroom door to see the bed made the same way he had left it before leaving. 

“I’m out here.” You replied, voice heavy with sleep. 

He quickly reappeared at the end of the hall, his body easing up as he took you in. He was quiet, the frustrations of the night fighting to stay bottled up inside of him. You weren’t oblivious to what was happening, but you didn’t press. Instead, you lifted the blanket that was draped around you, wordlessly offering him a space next to you.

Quinn was quick to accept, his body heavy as he dropped onto the couch, his head leaning back against the frame of it. You rested your elbow on the frame as well, holding your head up as you stared at the restless man next to you.

You brought your free hand to his thigh, rubbing up and down gently to make him aware of your presence. “You okay?”

A tired sigh passed his lips, “No.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

Your lips pursed. You didn’t want to annoy him, but you also didn’t want to leave him in this state. “Is there anything I can do?”

Once again, he sighed. You thought it was him getting fed up with you, but when he pulled you on top of his lap to straddle him, that idea was thrown out the window. “Can we try something?”

You nodded, words not seeming like an option as he reduced you to silence. Quinn tugged you down gently, connecting his lips to yours in a way that was a tad bit too hard to be considered soft.

He pulled away slightly, “Sit on my cock?” his words right against your mouth as they came out in a whisper. 

Your jaw dropped the slightest bit, causing Quinn to let out a soft laugh. You knew that having sex helped calm people down, but you never imagined Quinn to propose that. Especially after a long night like tonight, but you figured that the physical toll of these high-minute games was becoming more impactful for him as more and more piled on.

He noticed your longing look as if you were lost in thought,  now feeling rather embarrassed, “We don’t have to, of course. It was just an idea.” 

You quickly shook your head, “No, no it’s not like that. I’m just… surprised. Thought you’d want more than that.”

Quinn smiled softly, “I thought about it, but I just need you close tonight.”

The smile that appeared on your face nearly made Quinn’s heart jump out of his chest. He loved how open you were to his ideas even if you didn’t see the appeal. Your open-mindedness grew his confidence when it came to initiating anything, which translated to the ice, so for that, he was thankful.

You stood up, sliding off your panties that hid under Quinn’s shirt that you just so happened to be wearing. He watched lovingly as you brought your hands down to him, unbuttoning his dress pants and pulling them down for him, tugging them completely off his body. 

Not wanting you to do all the work, he lifted his hips and slid off his boxers just enough to reveal his length. Your face warmed at the sight, your eyes immediately coming up to meet Quinn’s eyes before you let your mind run wild with ideas.

He didn’t need that right now. He just needed you.

His hands came up to your waist, pulling you closer to sit on him. But, you resisted, your body pulling back against his hands as your eyebrows perked up in realization. 

“One second.” You blurted, running to the bedroom. 

Quinn sat there confused, pulling a throw pillow over himself as he suddenly felt more exposed as if anyone was there to see him. You didn’t take long, coming back in less than a minute with a big bundle in your hand.

Before he could question you, you moved the pillow and sat down, legs on either side of his own, taking his cock and lining it up to your entrance. You looked up at him for approval, “Go ahead.”

You pressed your lips to him, sinking down slowly onto him. Quinn let out a sigh of relief and pleasure, the warm exhale on your skin causing you to shiver slightly. He brought his hands up to your waist, guiding you the rest of the way down and helping you adjust.

“What’s that?” He mumbled against your mouth, reminding you of what you had brought out of the bedroom.

Pulling away, your fingers made quick work on the buttons of his shirt, struggling slightly as you worked to release every single one, slowly exposing more and more of his body. You loved the softness of his torso, his perfect balance of muscle to fat causing you to swoon whenever you saw him shirtless around the house or in the summer.

He watched as you stripped him of his top, a chill sprouting across his skin at the cool Vancouver air sweeping in slightly through the glass windows. The cold was short-lived as you grabbed the fabric, revealing it to be his favourite hoodie to rest in on nights like these. It may have seemed meaningless, but to him, it showed that you prioritized his comfort in any situation, even in moments like these.

“I love you.” You whispered, kissing him quickly before you pulled it over his head, helping him slip in with ease.

The warmth of the hoodie and your walls hugging perfectly around him had his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. He wrapped you into a complete hug, adjusting your bodies slightly which caused both of you to exhale moans at the movement.

Quinn looked up at you, “I love you too. But, fuck, you’re making it hard to hold back.”

You grinned, the sweetness of his words being immediately contradicted by his horniness. “Then don’t. I’m yours, Q. Whenever you need me.”

Quinn groaned, his hips thrusting up unconsciously, causing your eyebrows to furrow together as you bit back a whine. “Tell me to stop and I will. You remember your word?”

“Mhm.” You sighed, your hips starting to rock back and forth. “Please fuck me, Quinn.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. The sweet evening now turned into his hips rutting up into you slowly, his fingers digging into your hips over the cloth. He wanted to savour the moment – soak up the feeling of the way your pussy was literally made to take him – but his emotions got the best of him.

His mind spiraled back to tonight’s game. Every time the scattered Kings’ fans cheered whenever a goal was scored, the tease of smoke and lights going off when they thought they had scored just to find out it hit the post, and most of all, the electrifying sound that filled the arena when he was able to find the back of the net. A moment that was meant to be enjoyed, but turned bittersweet when it was matched with yet another goal against his team. 

Quinn desperately tried to pull himself out of his thoughts, focus on the way his hips unconsciously sped up, focus on the way sounds were spilling out of you like you hadn’t felt his touch in years, focus on the way your fingers tugged at the ends of his hair. He couldn’t seem to be fully immersed in the moment no matter how desperately he wanted to lose himself in you. 

However, you knew his body better than he did when it came to sex.

You could see the visible disassociation in his eyes, part of him was with you, being indicated by the soft grunts that passed his lips and the slight knitting of his brows. But the other half was lost in a universe of ‘what ifs’ and you couldn’t have that. 

You tilted your body forward, bringing your lips down to his pec, running your tongue over his nipple before sucking on the skin above it, thankful for his sensitive skin. The warmth of your mouth on him snapped him right out, his brain coming back to the present moment. 

He was fully with you now, his noises getting louder and the sound of your skin meeting his intensifying as his thrust up rapidly, causing you to moan against his chest. 

“Y/N…” He moaned, one hand leaving your hip to hold the back of your head as you traveled all over his chest, leaving your mark wherever your lips landed. 

Once you were satisfied, you allow yourself to immerse yourself completely in the moment, feeling every vein of his cock against your walls. You met his thrusts with short bounces, causing an almost scream to leave your throat as he hit that soft spot within you, your hands coming up to rest on the side of Quinn’s neck.

Quinn grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Yeah? Right there?”

You nodded rapidly, babbling at what you were trying to say becoming drowned in your moans as you spread your legs the slightest bit wider, allowing him to slip deeper inside of you. 

“Fuck, Quinn!” You cried, the pressure in your stomach building up steadily.

Your noises encourage him further, his thrusts becoming impossible quicker, the sound of the couch squeaking and sliding slightly across the floor undoubtedly irritating those who lived below you. It was obvious that was the last of his concerns, not doing anything to muffle your moans or his own, something he didn’t do often due to wanting to respect the other people in the building, but also keep your noises to himself.

He let out a particularly long grunt, his thrusts becoming sloppier every time his hips met yours, “Gonna cum, sweet girl. Shit, c’mon, let go with me.” 

His words shot straight to your core, his thumb coming up to toy with your clit being the final straw, your body shaking as it became overwhelmed with euphoria. Quinn followed shortly after, his hips stilling as a cry escaped his throat as he panted, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white. 

Quinn used his hands to rock you back and forth, working you both through your orgasms. The feeling of him filling you up was one you could never get tired of – a feeling you craved when he was gone for long periods of time. 

When you both came to, Quinn didn’t pull out. Instead, he laid you both down, keeping his length tucked inside of you as he pulled you closer to his chest. His lips came to meet yours, mouths moving messily against one another. 

“You’re perfect, baby. Absolutely perfect.” He whispered, admiring your post-orgasm glow in the dim lighting of the TV in the background.

You smiled tiredly, your eyes open just enough to see him, “My all-star. You truly do it all and I’m so proud of you.”

It was those short moments after such an intimate act that you loved more than anything. The reassurance shared between you both ensured that it was an act of love, no matter how soft or rough it was. 

Quinn seemed to be at ease now, his mind calming at the feeling of having you so close to him that he had forgotten all about the game. At least for the night, but that’s all you could ask for from a man who was so dedicated to the game. 

He talked for a moment, telling you a story of something he had seen when in Winnipeg before pulling out of you and helping you up. He scooped you up and carried you down the hall and into the bathroom, where he got the water running in the shower as you peed. 

Pulling off the hoodie, he also helped you undress after you washed your hands, slipping his shirt off of you before guiding you under the warmth of the shower. It was a soft moment, his fingers rubbing the shampoo into your scalp as he kept you close enough under the stream to keep you from getting cold. The shower was quick, only meant to wash you both off so you wouldn’t feel gross when getting into bed. 

He was the one to step out first, drying himself before grabbing your towel and helping you out next. You shared laughs as he told you about something that had happened before the game, allowing a comfortable aura to rise in the bathroom.

Quinn pulled you into your shared bedroom once you were both dry, throwing you gently onto the bed as he hopped in next to you. You both adjust to lay on the pillows, disregarding the need for clothes as you threw a leg over his body and rest your head on his chest, his hand immediately coming around to rub on your back. 

His gaze was fixed on the ceiling as he listened to you talk about your day, responding to you accordingly. It wasn’t long before a soft smile appeared on his face as your voice trailed off slightly, soft snores replacing your words as you slipped into a blissful state. 

He tilted his head to press a kiss atop your hair before his breaths evened out with yours, falling asleep next to the person he loved most in the world. 

[roach-works]

Wrt the post about Americans and components: please what is the trans compliment? I (cis) sometimes clock someone as trans and want to compliment them or i want to signal i know but I'm Chill or something - but i also don't want to bring attention to something if that's not what they want us know? It's probably a person by person basis but I'm curious if there's a good or at least a not-bad way to do it (hope this makes sense)

obviously this varies by person and situation but if i think a woman is trans i casually compliment some nice, feminine accessory she's wearing, like her nail polish or earrings or cardigan or skirt. if she's not trans, it's a free compliment. if she is, i just want to affirm that she looks cute and feminine and deserves to be complimented for it.

and of course if you see anyone with some accessory that's trans flag colors, like shoelaces or a pin or whatever, you just specifically say, 'i like your x' and they Know. maybe you aren't trans, but you're saying you see and appreciate and agree with them!

anyway i think (i hope!) that the difference between a creepy man hitting on you and a nice man complimenting you is not focusing on a woman's body and how it hypothetically relates to having sex with it, but instead genuinely appreciating women's sense of style and individuality. Their nails, their earrings, their dresses and hats, they're these personal choices that express something about who the woman is and what she wants to look like, not that she wants some rando to let her know he'd fuck her.

i say things like 'what a great color for your nails' or 'those are such elegant earrings' or 'that's a pretty skirt, it's got great lines', stuff like that.

for people who aren't obviously gendering themselves as femme, i just like to say, "I love your style!" because i so often do. i saw a butch on the sidewalk today in a leather vest over a mustard yellow silk button up with big black polka dots and i almost crashed my car. i love punks and goths and unsubtle furries and teenagers with anime t-shirts and i love art school lesbians and i love trashy boys in pabst shirts and rude trucker hats and i love the modern pantaloon+hose rendition that men do with basketball shorts and tall athletic socks. i love older women in denim jackets and chunky jewelry. i love applique chickens.

like, apparently this makes me a gushy, overly positive american! but holy shit, people wear such fun things. they deserve credit for making the world even better to look at.

[valeisaslut]

Hi beautiful Val I have a quick question... did Ellie become obsessed with reader after or before knowing each other or even knowing about her? because I might've got it mixed for all of the info in previous chapters but was it like the type of 'I know about you but I'm gonna pretend I don't' or 'I know about you and I want to know more' if that makes sense... it's keeping me awake babes xx

hi my beautiful angel 😭💗 buckle up because this is actually such a fun part of their backstory and i’ve been waiting for someone to ask.

DID ROCKSTAR!ELLIE AND POPSTAR!READER KNOW ABOUT EACH OTHER'S EXISTENCE BEFORE COLLIDE?

let's start: ellie had 100% known about you before you ever actually met. not in a stalker lurking through your spotify wrapped kinda way—more like… you were just one of those names that wouldn’t. shut. up. always on someone’s lips, always popping up on another feature or getting tagged in some thirst tweet. she couldn’t possibly not know who you were. especially because the word on the street was that you were a real songwriter, which, in her world, was rare enough to clock.

she first saw you at one of those bougie-ass industry events where everyone pretends to like each other and drinks taste like soap. you were standing under half-dead chandeliers, lit just right by the overheads, wearing something stupidly perfect—maybe velvet, maybe glitter, maybe both—and laughing like you’d never had to fake it. just… owning the room like it came with your contract.

ellie didn’t even meet you. didn’t get introduced. just watched from a distance like a freak and thought, great. another industry plant with a god complex. but then you threw your head back laughing—no cameras, no one looking, just you being you—and it hit her in the gut like, shit. that’s real.

that night, she half-jokingly asked dina, “is she cool or just hot?” and then promptly googled your entire discography when she got home, under the guise of “checking if the music’s mid.”

it wasn’t. it was really fucking good. and it stayed stuck in her head like a curse. made her want to write better. or kiss you. or both.

from then on, every time she was at an award show or some exclusive party, there you were. different dress, different hair, same effect. it became a little unspoken game—side glances across champagne flutes, catching each other’s eyes from across the stage, lingering a second too long when one of you passed the other on a carpet. no words. just tension.

and ellie? she played it cool. stone face, drink in hand, pretending she wasn’t absolutely clocking your every movement like a sniper.

your perspective? oh, you definitely knew about the fireflies. and you definitely knew about ellie. everyone and their mom did. that gorgeous woman with a voice like smoke and a band that made breakup songs feel like war chants. there wasn’t a single pop girlie alive who didn’t know her name, and you were no exception—even if you liked to pretend you didn’t care. but the truth? you cared a little too much.

one day, out of nowhere—half-drunk, hair still pinned from a red carpet event, makeup smudged just right—you fell into a very dark, very chaotic tiktok hole. you were supposed to be taking your lashes off. you ended up watching ellie williams thirst edits instead.

there she was. shirt half-unbuttoned. guitar slung low. sweat dripping off her jaw in 4K slow motion as some unhinged fan account played Arabella in the background. you watched it at least five times. maybe seven. saved it.

“okay,” you muttered to yourself, lying flat on your over-the-top-expensive satin sheets, phone three inches from your face. “so that’s fucking illegal.”

then came the edits of her talking—on stage, backstage, messing around with jesse and dina in grainy behind-the-scenes footage, mumbling into a mic mid-set like she didn’t just ruin the lives of thousands with one glance. there was one where she said, “this next song’s about hating someone so much you’d still fuck them,” and the crowd screamed. you sat up in bed like you’d been shot.

you didn’t even like rockstars. that wasn’t your brand. your brand was clean, curated, chart-topping bubblegum pop with just enough edge to keep the internet guessing. ellie? ellie was messy and grungy and covered in tattoos she refused to explain.

and yet.

when the next thirst edit rolled around—her in one of the fireflies music videos, a slow zoom of her in a wife pleaser, sipping a beer and staring into the camera like she knew—you slammed your phone face-down on the mattress and muttered, “okay. ENOUGH.”

spoiler: it was not enough. you watched ten more edits. saved all of them.

then, like a curse, you caught her watching you while you performed. she didn’t clap. didn’t even blink. just stared, jaw tight, drink in hand like she wanted to devour you or disappear. you weren’t sure which.

but you never talked. not once.

not until chapter one.

and when you did finally meet—when ellie sat on that leather booth in that club, all sharp jaw and sharper attitude—the energy wasn’t: oh, nice to finally meet you.

it was i know you. and you know me.

[bcksbarnes]

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP PROMPT REQUEST: #34 asking if you're okay with them going to hang out with their friends tonight, except they really want you to say no.

it was late at night when you finally got home from work, past dinner time but still early enough that you couldn't wait to curl up on the couch with a good book and your boyfriend, bucky, for the next few hours until it was time for bed.

"i'm home!" you called out to him as you closed the door behind you, dropping your work bag down so you could take off your coat.

"hey." he said, emerging from the bedroom, a somber smile on his face as he moves to give you a quick kiss. it doesn't get by you that he's not in his usual clothes. bucky is wearing a nice pair of jeans, a blue t-shirt and his leather jacket, a spritz of cologne to top it all off.

"you're all dressed up." you hum a bit as you take him in.

"ah ... yeah, actually..." bucky brings his hand up to the back of his neck, rubbing it softly, a nervous feeling settling deep in his gut. "sam asked me if i wanted to go out and grabs some beers with him and joaquin. i was waiting for you to get home to see if you were okay if i went?"

"sure." you say, a small smile on your face as you kick your shoes off. "tell them i said hi."

bucky's face fell immediately, almost as if that wasn't the reaction he was expecting .... or wanting. as you walked into the kitchen, you heard his footsteps following behind you.

"wait what?" he asks, leaning against the doorway. "you're not ... mad?"

"why would i be mad?" you ask while rummaging through the fridge. "am i supposed to be mad?"

"yeah ... i mean, you've been at work all day and you just got home, i'll probably be out for a few hours. aren't you upset we're not going to be spending any time together?"

"buck," you grab a hold of the leftovers from the night before. "we live together, i'm pretty sure i can spare a few hours not being together."

he was not excited by that answer, clearing his throat a bit as he tried a different approach to this conversation. his eyes dart around the room as he thinks of some excuse to try and get you to change. not that he needs your permission to do anything, but because he values your opinion.

"so, you don't want me to stay home? you don't want to spend time with me?"

you can see right through his facade, trying to pick a stupid fight, but you're not sure why he's doing it.

"don't twist my words." you glare at him, and he sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. "why are you so worried that i'm fine with you going?"

"i'm not worried." bucky pouts, which he so very rarely did and he would 100% deny doing. "i thought you'd want to hang out with me, that's all."

"and ..."

he sighs, throwing his hands up in surrender again.

"and ... sam and joaquin are inviting a bunch of their work buddies that i don't know, and they also never stop talking. i really don't want to go." bucky finally admits. "i was hoping if you said no then i'd have a better excuse than 'i don't want to go because i hate all your friends and you two never shut the fuck up'."

you let out a laugh as you push the buttons on the microwave, turning around to face him. your arms move over your chest as you shake your head.

"you could have just told me you didn't want to go." you say as he approaches you.

bucky leans his head down onto your shoulder and lets out a load groan of frustration, obviously not wanting to go. your hand moves to his hair, running it through his soft locks as you try to stifle a laugh.

"and i want to stay in with you instead." he mumbles against your shoulder, the neediness present in his voice. you press a kiss to the side of his head, your arms wrapping around his shoulders at the same moment that the microwave beeps.

"stay then. you don't need to ask me if you can." your voice is soft in his ear.

bucky wraps his arms around you and sighs, the anxiety of having to be social for the night quickl subsiding at the thought of falling into routine with you instead. the true place he always wanted to be.

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 4 || The Power of Lust

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, a tinge of smut, & sexual tension.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——IT WAS ALMOST AS THOUGH twenty-four hours had gone by in the simple blink of your eye. The day of your date with Geto arrived much sooner than you anticipated.

You had expected the hours to be long and for every second to be excruciating. These expectations of yours quickly went down the drain when you found yourself at the front door to Gojo and Geto's apartment the next day.

Fiddling with your fingers, tugging at the bottom of your violet-shaded dress, and tapping your foot on the floor below due to an excessive build-up of nerves. Your heart is pounding. Why? Because the dress you're wearing is far too short and tight, it reveals an unnecessary amount of cleavage, and having your back exposed doesn't help much either.

Of course, it was Gojo who'd bought the dress for you. He told you that Geto would like it on you so, here you are.

You insisted with Geto that you'd meet him at his place at 7 o'clock but here you are ten minutes before seven trying to pull yourself together. After all, the date itself isn't exactly important. It's seducing Geto and convincing him to have sex with you as soon as possible that is.

A hand has been raised to the door of the apartment time and time again but never did you knock. You refused to. Given how worried you are, you stand there rehearsing how you expect this night to go mentally.

It should be simple; greet Geto, go out to a nearby restaurant, get to know him enough while flirting with him, and ultimately... fuck him by the end of the night.

Easy.

...

Right?

No. Not even close. There's absolutely no way you can do this. You got lucky with Gojo; he already wanted to sleep with you. Geto is a whole different story, hell, he's literally a stranger to you. Nine times out of ten, your words will fall off your tongue the second you lay eyes on him.

But then again, just maybe it won't go so bad. The trick to flirting is simply being quick and witty with your responses. Just lure him in. It won't be hard.

With a deep breath and a small friendly smile, you finally tap your knuckles against the door.

It takes a few minutes but after your knock, instead of Geto opening the door, it's Gojo who flings his front door open.

That smile of yours drops instantly as you meet those annoying blue eyes of his.

"Satoru, what the hell?" You whine.

Naturally, you're bothered by the way you had finally managed to get somewhere only for Gojo to open it.

His bright white locks of hair are noticeably wet, his eyelids low, his shirt nowhere to be seen, and his black sweats just barely hanging off that oddly attractive waist of his. That stupid smirk of his that he usually gives you is missing but his face is reddened and he looks slightly out of breath.

With a head tilt and leaning his body against the door frame, Gojo speaks to you in a startlingly low tone. "Thought' I told you to call me when you got here...?" He huffs.

You roll your eyes, "Why would I call you when I'm not here for you? And are you okay? Why's your hair wet?"

For a minute, Gojo is unresponsive. Not because he wanted to be rude or anything but because the man was far too distracted taking in your appearance. Your hair was done nicely, he swears your face is glowing in perfection, and the way you look in that tight dark purple fabric only makes Gojo furrow his brows as he focuses on it.

All his attention goes to the way the dress clings to you, the way it shapes you, and even that faint but pleasant scent of perfume that radiates off your skin.

With no response from him yet, you loom forward a little, "Satoru? Hello?" You call out. His gaze is slow but it eventually settles on your eyes again after you raise a hand to snap your fingers at him. "Are you okay??" You repeat.

Gojo nods lazily, a clear lie but you don't exactly get much time to scold him about it because the male steps forward and shuts his apartment door behind him. On instinct, you step back. His lack of words to you is odd, especially since he's normally so talkative. And this look in his eyes...

"The dress looks good on you." He compliments while taking yet another step toward you.

You swallow hard, "Thanks but can you answer at least one of my questions, I'm already nervous enough as it is and I don't need you adding-"

Gojo steps forward again, causing your mouth to close as you step back into a wall. The hallway isn't exactly small but it sure felt like it with the way Gojo had you pressed against the wall.

Again, you swallow down your nerves and narrow your eyes up at the man. He heaves out a sigh and bends down to your level, meeting your eyes at a closer range and inching toward you. The closer he gets, the stronger this scent of freshness becomes.

As his face nears yours, you notice how ridiculously clear his skin is, how he smells like soap, and it doesn't take many other signs to realize that he'd recently got out of the shower.

"Satoru...?" You whisper, "Why are you getting so close?"

Your words come out slowly, anxiety building up throughout your veins. Gojo's head tips to the side a little and he suddenly places a hand at your waist. If you weren't already nervous you surely are now.

"Y'know," He begins, voice still low, "There's no time frame on the list I gave you."

Confused by his actions and words, your face scrunches up a little. "Yeah, I already knew that. Why are you reminding me?" You ask as you carefully slip a hand over his own and try to remove his hold on you.

Gojo licks his lips and gives you a tired little smirk, "Cause', you don't have to hook up with Suguru today."

You blink. "I know but I have to at least go on a date with him. This is all a part of my plan, y'know?" You say gently, attempting to lighten the oddly tense mood.

His sights fall to your lips, "Oh, you have an actual plan?"

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I?" You huff out before moving your hands to his chest. You want to push him away a little but when you try, he doesn't budge at all.

Gojo instead only gets closer, his breath hitting your lips. The man then places his hands over your wrists and pulls them upwards to wrap around his neck.

Your brows immediately furrow again, "Satoru-"

"Can you kiss me?" He cuts off.

Your hands are already halfway around his neck but even as you comfortably wrap them, you want to tell him no. You really want to but with the way he's looking at you, how close he is, and how he refuses to look away from your lips... you couldn't get the word no out in time.

Gojo closes the distance between your face and his but he doesn't kiss you. His lips only brush over yours, "Don't make me beg for it." He hums.

You gulp, "Why... Why do you want to kiss so suddenly?"

Those pretty blue eyes of his finally glide up to your own and you can see the neediness in his gaze. "Just one?" He asks, completely disregarding your question.

"I..." You trail off. For a second, you'd forgotten what you came over for.

And it is in that second that Gojo's voice drops to a whisper, "Please?"

Who are you to decline Gojo Satoru of one kiss when he asks so nicely? Even though he's blackmailing you to do ridiculous things; his touches and his gentleness with you are what keep tugging at the strings of your heart.

Even now, the man peers down at you as if you are the very air he needs to breathe. It's like there's nothing else important to him-- not his best friend awaiting your arrival, not the list of people he's asked you to sleep with, just you and him.

Dropping your sights down to his lips and letting out a sigh, "Only one." You finally murmur in response.

It won't hurt, right? One little kiss?

You push up on your toes a little and tilt your head opposite of him as you press your lips into his. Surprise comes to you when Gojo hums against you as soon as he feels you. Hands slide to your waist and instead of a little peck on the lips, the two of you share one prolonged slow kiss.

Your lips part over his but his tongue is quick to slip into your mouth. Somewhere in your mind, you told yourself you should stop but when you have Gojo's hands all over you and when he begins kissing you harder, logical thoughts are quickly lost.

Plus, you had time before meeting Geto so you weren't worried about getting caught... for the most part.

The feeling of Gojo's hand against your exposed back makes you arch into him a bit. The two of you wet up each other's lips and his free hand goes to your hip, "C'mere," He whispers in between your lips before he tugs you closer.

Hums leave your throat as the slight groan in his voice causes you to lose all sense of thought. That's when you get into it a bit more-- sliding a hand up into his hair, pushing your chest flush against his, and slipping your tongue over his.

It's sensual and timeless. Everything about Gojo Satoru constantly distracts or consumes you. His hand is gentle against your back but the hold he has on your hip is possessive.

As though this small kiss was a reminder for you, Gojo wants it to be clear that even if you go off and sleep with every man on that list in one day: he's still here waiting for you. Blackmail or not, Gojo longs for this; your touch, your kiss, the sound of your voice, you. And it is this last kiss that he uses to tell you that.

Even though... you don't put all of that together in that moment. To you, he's just kissing you because he doesn't know how to control himself.

It's not long after the kiss grows more heated that the sound of his apartment door opening startles the two of you. Both of you tare your lips apart with a loud smack and you go as far as pushing him away a bit so that the two of you look inconspicuous.

"There you are," Geto's voice is heard from behind Gojo, "I was looking everywhere for you Satoru."

Almost like a switch was flipped, Gojo's voice is back to normal. "Yeah?" He says with a little chuckle.

Your body is blocked by Gojo so Geto hasn't exactly set eyes on you just yet. Before he moves, Gojo raises a hand to his mouth and swipes his lower lip with his thumb. His eyes are directly on yours and chills run down your spine as you watch him lick off, what you assume to be the taste of your lips, from his thumb.

With a shake of your head, you return your focus to your reasoning for being here. After which, you pop your head around Gojo's body and make eye contact with Geto.

"Oh, I didn't even see you there," Geto chuckles as he flashes you a smile.

Good lord, your predictions were right-- your mind is already scrambling for a response. Why? Because you're too distracted wondering if it's even legal to look that good. Then again, he's no different from Gojo; both men are absurdly attractive.

A long black trench coat hangs off Geto's shoulders, the grey-colored fabric of a turtle neck noticeable to you, and black dress pants. The entire outfit is fitting for the date you're going on and your attire compliments him so... Why the hell do you feel so self-conscious?

Gojo clears his throat, and steals one more full glance at you before turning his head to his best friend and smiling, "You didn't hear the knock on the door?" He asks.

"No, I didn't," Geto replies, looking slightly confused. "But it doesn't matter," He hums, shifting his gaze to you, "I'm glad you're here."

You force a smile, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of Gojo's lips over yours. "Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I knocked too softly."

Geto waves it off, his smile widening. "It's fine," He says as he glances at his watch, "You were early anyways."

Slowly, you step to the side so that Gojo is no longer blocking the rest of your body and that smile on Geto's face flickers a bit. His breath gets stuck right in the middle of his throat but he plays it off with a cough, turning his head to the side and looking away from you.

Gojo, who feels forgotten already, tries to enter relevancy by tossing an arm over your shoulder. You flinch a bit but he's casual with his next words. "She looks good, right Suguru?" He asks.

Geto inhales deeply and just barely looks at you one more time, "Too damn good," He mutters to himself before playing it off with a simple nod.

A slight squeeze is given to your arm before Gojo looks at you, "See? I told you he'd like it."

You shoot him a quick glare before pushing his arm off you, "Whatever."

Geto chuckles at the interaction between you and his best friend. From his perspective, you seem to always be annoyed by Gojo but that's nothing new to Geto. He knows firsthand how annoying Gojo can be sometimes so he understands your displayed frustration and thinks nothing of it.

"A-Anyways," You start, bringing yourself to Geto's side and smoothly slipping your arms around one of his. You then incline your head up to him, "We should get going now."

Geto glances down at you, uses every ounce of restraint he has to not look at your cleavage, and then nods. "Yeah." Looking back up at his friend, he smiles, "Bye Satoru."

You don't notice it but Gojo gives Geto a look before smiling. "Have fuun." Gojo teases, turning to head inside.

With that, Geto carefully pulls you along and the two of you head down the hallway toward the elevator. You turn back to look at Gojo one more time for reasons you yourself are unsure of, noticing that his eyes are quick to meet yours.

Gojo winks at you and you scowl, your reaction only earning a chuckle from him before he dips into his apartment.

Out of your sight, Gojo lets out a shaky sigh and looks down at himself. He's relieved that you didn't even realize the raging bulge in his sweats.

The male's back rests against the door and he tips his head back. Fuck, the way that dress looked on you was way better than he imagined it would.

You didn't know it but when you knocked on the door, Gojo had been in the middle of fisting his cock in thought of you. He'd been in the shower, water running down his toned body while stroking his length. All while replaying past events of you beneath him.

When he heard the door, he had to stop what he was doing because he didn't hear Geto answer it and didn't want you standing out in the hallway all alone for too long.

Then, when he saw you in that dress... he had half a mind to pull you into the apartment and fuck you against the nearest surface without a care in the world of your date with his best friend. The way you won't leave his mind is dizzying.

Even at this very second, his hand found its way wrapped around his cock again. Damnit, Gojo curses himself for the effect you unknowingly have on him.

Just what did he get himself into...?

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In the elevator down, you remain close to Geto's body. He smells really good and it's only the two of you inside so you feel less awkward holding his arm. His apartment is decently high up in the building they live in, located on the ninth floor, so it takes a few minutes to get down.

And it doesn't help that the elevator is really slow, creaking and straining with each floor it passes. Around the sixth floor, you steal a glance at Geto's side profile. You just wanted a quick look at him, y'know to take in more of his appearance. Yet, you quickly forget the words you wanted to say.

Thus resulting in you admiring his looks from the side.

Your staring doesn't go unnoticed, "You alright?" Geto suddenly says, causing you to jump. Quickly, you take your eyes off him but he only smiles and turns his head to you, "I don't mind you staring but, you looked like you wanted to say something."

How did he see you staring without looking at you? You have no idea. "No, it's nothing." You say casually.

"You sure? Was there something on my face or...?" Geto questions further.

You shake your head, "Nope. I was just uhm..."

He tilts his head, focused completely on you and how you no longer want to glance at him. "Just what? Admiring me?" Geto teases.

You scoff playfully, "Yeah."

An eyebrow is raised, "Yeah?" He repeats.

"Mhm..." You nod a little, still refusing to look at him again. You can't handle the eye contact.

Geto smirks, "Why'd you stop?"

You shrug, "I was done with my admiration."

"So soon?" He teases.

The way his eyes won't leave your face is frustrating. Your brain is already all over the place, wondering if you smell alright, look alright, and even sound alright. You haven't been on a date in so long so of course you're nervous.

You try focusing on the slow change of floors as the elevator descends but it's no use. Instead, you sigh and finally glance at Geto again, "Yup." You hum.

The moment you meet his eyes he grins, "What if I wanted you to continue?"

Flirt. Now's your chance. The whole point of this is to seduce him so do that. You tell yourself before smiling a little, "Do you?"

"Yes, actually." The man replies honestly as he drinks in the sight of your smile, "I like your eyes on me."

"Is that the only part of me you'd like on you, Suguru?" You suddenly blurt out with a boldness you didn't even expect yourself to have.

Geto pauses, having not expected you to utter such a thing so abruptly. After a second, he chuckles and sets his sights elsewhere, "Cute but, we can save that for later."

Damnit. The man is almost like a brick wall when it comes to having a sexual conversation. You wonder if it's obvious that you want to sleep with him. Are you being too transparent with your goals?

Wait... is this how guys feel when they take girls out on dates just to get in their pants? Damn, who would've thought it'd be so frustrating. Only difference is, your exposure is on the line here. Who knows what Gojo will do if you somehow fail to seduce any of the men on the list.

"Actually," Geto suddenly says, breaking you from your thoughts. "I changed my mind," He voices, looking to you.

Your heart sinks a little. Changed his mind about what? Is he about to cancel this date already? Did you go too far...? Shit, did you make him uncomfortable-

"Your eyes aren't the only thing of yours I want on me," He hums, now catching you by surprise. His arm then moves from out of your hold and is placed on your lower back, startling you for the second time in a row.

A sudden tug of your body to his has your heart beating like crazy. Geto peers down at you and tilts his head again, "I want your body on me too but we made reservations, gorgeous." He says, voice deep. His body then tips down closer to you, "You wouldn't wanna be late to that now would you?"

Your head shakes slowly, almost as though you'd been put in a trance by both his smooth words and intense look.

"That's what I thought," Geto moves a hand to your chin and pushes your head up further so he can get a clear look at your face. "So, you think you can be patient for me?"

You nod and notice how he looks down to your lips.

Placing a thumb to your bottom lip, he weighs it down slightly, "Words, use them. I haven't done anything to take your breath away yet."

A subtle wave of heat rushes to your face, "R-Right. I can be patient."

"You sure?" Geto teases.

The look in your eyes changes a little and you push your lips further against his thumb as if to taunt him. "Mhm." You hum in an innocent manner.

You weren't aware of it and nor did you mean to, but you definitely just gave him bedroom eyes. The sight has Geto clearing his throat and moving his hand from your face before looking away from you.

A ding is heard as the elevator finally reaches the lobby floor. Geto lightly pushes on your lower back and you get the hint by walking out slightly ahead of him.

As you step out of the elevator, Geto's eyes finally slip up and drop down to your ass. He tells himself it was an accident and that he didn't even mean to look but he most definitely does not try to look away once his eyes are there.

Even though he doesn't look away, he regrets his sight falling so low in the first place. The dress you're wearing is nothing more than a distraction. The man was already struggling to keep his mind at bay from when he first saw you. Then when you had looped your arms around his, he felt the side of your breast press against him and it caused his mind to stray.

The question you asked a few minutes ago was no help either. How ridiculous, asking him if he wants more of you on him. Of course he does, have you seen yourself? The way your eyes get all seductive when you look up at him, those little scoffs and giggles that leave you from time to time, and practically every time you touch him or he feels you, Geto finds himself affected by you.

So as he watches you walk a few steps ahead of him, eyes glued to your ass, he keeps replaying that question of yours over. He could've answered it so many other ways, all of which would probably have taken you by surprise.

He could only imagine the look on your face if he told you his true thoughts. How his mind forced imaginations of you over him, your thighs caging his head, cunt over his mouth while his tongue fucks up into you-

God, he should not be thinking like this. Is it because he's hungry? Perhaps. Geto tries to deter these thoughts by thinking of actual food, something that won't make him horny but will instead work up his appetite. And it almost worked too, that was... until you dropped your phone and bent over in front of him.

Poor guy didn't even realize how short that dress of yours actually was until you went down to grab your phone. It was purposeful too, bending over instead of crouching down, exposing more of your thighs and even giving the man a flash of the lace beneath your dress.

As you swipe your phone up, you take the quickest peak behind you to see Geto's eyes widened ever so slightly and his focus exactly where you wanted it. You intentionally take a second to get your phone in your hands to prolong teasing the man.

Geto, who definitely knows that all your actions are deliberate, shoots his eyes upward so that he's no longer looking at you. He takes a sigh, thinking that he's managed to control himself. Yet, his feet and hands never stopped moving. He stepped right into you, almost toppling your body over.

His hands moved instinctively, grabbing ahold of your hips so that neither of you fell over. Doing so, his crotch comes into direct contact with you and you're quick to stand up.

As you stand, you purposefully arch your back a little, prolonging the feeling of your ass pressing back into Geto's crotch. After trying so hard to control himself, your actions made all his efforts go down the drain.

Hands slide up from your hips to your waist and he makes sure that you can feel him against you as he moves to your ear.

"Careful now," He murmurs to you with a deep tone, "Bending over like that..." He moves his hand a little to tug your dress down properly so that it's not hiking up your legs, "Are you trying to show everybody what's supposed to be mine tonight?" Geto utters to you in full seriousness, tutting afterward.

You glance around the lobby, seeing only a few people scattered around, none of which seem to be paying the two of you any mind. "No one saw me but you." You respond to the man.

He scoffs, "Let's keep it that way. Don't bend over in front of me like that unless..." He holds his tongue, sighing instead.

Control, he's lacking it majorly right now. He was fine when he first met you, fine when you and he texted about the date, and even fine when you spoke on the phone a little.

Your head turns to the side and you meet his gaze, ignoring the pounding of your heart, "Unless what?" You say teasingly.

Geto stares at you with low lids, you're driving him crazy and the date hasn't even begun yet. Leaning in a bit closer to you, his lips nearing your own but never connecting, "Unless you wanna get fucked in front of everyone." He tells you.

Part of you wanted to tell yourself that this was just flirting but the way he gazes at you tells you otherwise. He's dead serious. So serious that you don't even have a response to that, whatever confidence you had before freezes and you just look into his eyes.

Your little pause gave you enough time to come up with a response, "Maybe I do," You blurt out before turning your head away.

You then start walking forward, Geto's hands slipping off your body as you do so. He raises one of those hands to his jaw and rubs it a little, letting out a scoff in reaction to your straightforwardness.

The change between the woman you present yourself to be now versus the woman he first met is quite noticeable. Not that he prefers one over the other, Geto enjoyed it when you were stuttering over simple words but he also likes how upfront you're being tonight. It makes him wonder if you'll still be acting this way later on tonight while he-

"C'mon Suguru, we have reservations to get to. Remember?" You throw out to him, taking him from his thoughts as you exit the building and he soon catches up to you.

Again, he scoffs. This time Geto smiles as he follows you out. Tonight will be fun. He thinks to himself.

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The two of you took an Uber to the restaurant, the air within the ride blooming with lust. His hand ends up resting on your thigh during the ride, playing with the plush of your skin every now and then.

Each squeeze he gives to your leg makes you squirm, whispering to him that it tickles and earning a chuckle from him. As the car drives through the streets of the city, Geto's hand only plans to tease you more.

At first, it merely rested atop your thigh, but as the ride continued, he slowly slid it so that his fingers were right against your inner thigh.

He continues to toy with your skin before he leans over to you, whispering into your ear, "You plan on teasing me all night?"

You smile, "Maybe."

His hand pulls on your thigh a bit, causing your legs to part. "Think you can handle what your teasing invokes?" Geto questions, almost as if he were trying to warn you.

You laugh his question off and turn your head to look at him, your faces closer than you expected them to be. "I think so, yeah." You say half-confidently.

The raven-haired male's eyes dip down to your lips and he bites down on his lower one. That hand of his begins sliding up and you gasp as his fingers tread dangerously close to your crotch.

"Yeah? Well, I'll tell you from now, you can't." He claims.

With a roll of your eyes, you scoff and turn your head away from him, "Whatever."

Geto's hand parts your legs even wider and he pushes himself to your ear, "You could hardly handle Satoru," He taunts, moving his other hand in between your legs and pressing two fingers against you. "What makes you think you can handle me, gorgeous?"

Your body tenses and you're quick to shoot your hand down over his wrist, attempting to move him away. His fingers knead into you and your jaw drops a little as your eyes widen. The two of you are almost to the restaurant and you're frantically looking at the Uber driver to ensure that they're not paying attention.

Luckily, their focus is completely on the road ahead but that doesn't stop you from feeling anxious.

You close your legs on Geto's hand and he snickers in your ear, "Want me to stop?" He asks.

Despite his question, his two fingers rub against your underwear, taking the idea of teasing to another level. Your head nods in response but your hips push into his touch a little, causing him to furrow his brows.

"Shit, you're naughty." He whispers lowly, "In an Uber? Seriously?"

"Fuck, n-no..." You murmur, turning your head to him, "Move your hand, please?" You slightly gasp out, arousal spurring within you due to the gentle teasing rub of Geto's digits.

He does, sliding his hand away just as you requested. A mischievous smile is plastered across his face now and you're quick to realize... Gojo was right; Geto does in fact plan to have a 'field day' with you-- and this was only the beginning.

That, and Geto just confirmed for a second time that he is well aware of your intentions, probably the list you're forced to go through, and even the fact that you've already slept with Gojo.

Damn that white-haired asshole. Of course he told Geto everything, you shouldn't be surprised.

The issue is, now you'll likely have to deal with Geto taunting you about that stupid list and he may not even sleep with you tonight just to tarnish your plans.Great...

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ☐

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Career Killer, Decision Maker - Yeonwoo

"So, this is it huh?"

"Yes."

"I wish you all the best."

"Thank you, Miss. Lee, it was a pleasure working with you." You hold out a friendly hand.

"Of course, likewise." She takes it.

How did you even get to this point?

After Yeonwoo's confidence boost you were the perfect right-hand man to her, and Yeonwoo kept you close for your good work, and together both of you rose in the ranks—she took care of you, and you backed her up.

Of course, she kept you close for other reasons, and she certainly took care of you as well...

"I didn't know that coming home with you was part of my performance review."

"Shh, not so loud, the neighbors might hear!" Yeonwoo pushes you through her door and shuts it behind her. "It's part of mine." Your pants seem to unbuckle themselves as you take in Yeonwoo's sweet tongue, and soon Yeonwoo is the one doing the taking, wrapping her tongue around your shaft.

"Oh fuck that's so good!" She has you leaning against the door, thrusting your hips out and pushing her head towards it. You pray the neighbors don't hear your piteous whine when Yeonwoo grazes her teeth ever so lightly across your shaft—Yeonwoo is your boss in the office, and occasionally work bleeds into personal life, your knees buckling against her kneeling form. She grabs you by the balls, and you head thumps quite loudly against the door as you cum, dumping a load straight down her throat. When you come to you are the one on the floor, with Yeonwoo standing over you.

"So, as part of our 360 degree review, how was my performance?"

"Exceeds expectations." You shakily stand up and kiss her passionately, sweeping her up in your arms. 

"Can you stay the night?" Yeonwoo pleads with round eyes, her fingers tightly gripping your shirt.

"Only if you don't wrinkle my shirt, I'll still need it for tomorrow." She wraps her arms around your neck instead, keeping your shirt unwrinkled, all so that you can wrinkle her sheets with her tonight.

You wake up the next morning with Yeonwoo all dressed up and kissing your cheek—she's already heading out.

"Don't be late."

You arrive slightly late to work, and wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but thankfully no one notices beyond a few knowing grins and nudges from a co-worker or two.

That probably wasn't how things got to this point though. 

At least, mostly likely not.

You're hard at your desk, listening to Yeonwoo breathe heavily through your ear buds. She had lost a bet with you the night before, and knowing that she had only a few meetings today, you made her slip a vibrator in her during the day.

"Nngh... Fuck I'm so wet," she whimpers into the phone. "Can I take it out?"

"No, keep it in, you sound so hot." You up the intensity, and you hear Yeonwoo gasp before whining even harder. She squirms in her chair, praying that she isn't soaking through her pencil skirt. You resist the urge to touch yourself, and it is a good thing you didn't as you suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey man, still here?" You quickly sit upright and move yourself closer to your desk, making sure your co-worker doesn't see your hard on. "I was calling for you earlier."

"Huh? Yeah sorry, on the phone with customer support, they've kept me waiting with the stupid music, didn't hear you."

"Oh ugh yeah it's always bad. Anyways we were going to order some dinner in the office, you want any?"

"I'm good, thanks, gonna head out soon."

"Alright. Oh what's this?" To your horror they grab the remote controlling Yeonwoo's vibrator, and hurriedly you snatch it from them—you need to come up with something!

"O-Oh, just a toy, fidget spinner thing, I just click it whenever I'm bored."

Yeonwoo hears your conversation through her own earbuds, and to her sheer pleasure and terror she feels the vibrator inside her pulse erratically. It's one thing to constantly try to resist the urge to just cum in her office, but it's a whole different thing to have the pleasure come in waves. Yeonwoo leaks like a broken dam as they crash against her mental barrier.

"S-Stop, turn it off, turn it off!" She whispers harshly, her mind going white. She takes deep breaths, just trying to not scream as her orgasm creeps up on her inexorably.

"Fu— Mmmmm fuck!" So close, but then— "No! Damn it!" Thankfully she feels the vibrator stop, but unfortunately the pleasure is ripped from her far too quickly—her orgasm was ruined! It takes a while before she can get off her chair, but when she does she is seething.

You and your co-worker are surprised by a livid Yeonwoo storming towards you.

"Miss Lee, I didn't know you were still in! We're ordering dinner, would you—"

"No, thank you. And you, you missed a deliverable and the customer is pissed. We need to fix it, right now. Follow me." Your co-worker is scared into silence as you follow Yeonwoo into the elevator. She walks you out the building and into the carpark. "Get in." You make to get in the passenger seat, but she yanks you back by the collar. "In the back!" As soon as you get in Yeonwoo's on top of you, slamming the door shut with a hook of her heels.

"You fucking ruined my orgasm!" Off pops one, then a second button as Yeonwoo tugs on your collar, pulling your shirt open. You hiss in pain as she leaves a mark on your neck, sucking harshly on your skin. Her hands trail lower, on to your pants.

"Yeonwoo! We can't do it here!"

"I'm not." She pulls your cock out, and in short order she's threatening to suck your soul out, giving you the blowjob of your life.

"Fuck Yeonwoo, fuck... Oh fuck!" You groan and moan, but as you try to thrust and push deep into her mouth she gets off, leaving you to hurriedly pull your pants back up as she opens the door to the night air.

"Now get out and drive us to your place."

"What the fuck Yeonwoo!"

"Now you kinda know how it feels, be glad I didn't ruin your orgasm." It was definitely not the safest thing to do, to drive while horny, and certainly not safe to drive fast while horny, with Yeonwoo next to you rubbing your thigh, teasingly moving up and in. Luckily you make it back to your place in one piece, and as the door slams shut behind you Yeonwoo is ripping your shirt open, hungrily pushing you to the bedroom. The contrast with how she takes off your clothes versus how she takes off her own clothes is almost comical, but with barely measured composure she leaves them neatly on the floor before jumping you. There is a loud ripping sound as you tear off her underwear, trying to gain access to her.

"Yah!" There is a loud stinging pain on your chest as the two of you freeze, the frenzied mood put on pause. Yeonwoo merely bites her lower lip, saying sorry, protecting her underwear, and teasing you, all at once as she silently removes her bra. As you latch your lip on an already stiff nipple Yeonwoo gasps, hugging your head to her chest and pushing her hips against yours needily. The frenzied mood quickly returns when she grabs you underneath your boxers, and it is a signal to kick them off and get naked.

Your lips moan against hers when Yeonwoo sinks her hips on you, and you have to squeeze her ass to hold her still.

"Ugh, I'm close already."

"What?"

"You're the one who teased me earlier."

"Don't you dare cum before me!" Yeonwoo pushes you on your back, and with one hand on your chest she holds you down while she starts rubbing her clit with the other.

"This isn't any better!" you gasp, watching Yeonwoo try and get herself off. She shuts you up by kissing you, letting her own whimpers leak into your mouth. As she gets close to her peak her hips start going up and down, humping you and bringing you close too.

"Yeonwoo—"

"Cum with me, just cum with me..." She grabs your hand, bringing it to her ass that you love so much. You squeeze her reflexively, and Yeonwoo mewls. The two of you cum together, her walls seeming to vibrate around you as your cock throbs against her. Yeonwoo purrs when she gets off you, murmuring happily at the thick load dripping out of her.

"Now that was much better than a ruined orgasm."

"I hope that made it up to you," you whisper, kissing her parted lips.

"Almost, let me use your shower and we're even."

"Go ahead." Yeonwoo sighs in relief as the hot water runs over her lithe body—it was a quick but good session, and she was dreading the long trip home. As she steps out, she is pleasantly surprised by you wrapping a towel around her, hugging her tightly.

"What's gotten into you?" But in reality, she already knew what you wanted.

"You should stay the night."

"I really shouldn't— Mmm..." Yeonwoo really shouldn't stay the night, she'd have to get up early to change, or not change at all. And what if someone notices the two of you coming in together? Your lips are a very persuasive argument against Yeonwoo's concerns though, finding the spot on her neck that would make her knees go weak. She braces herself against the sink unknowingly, allowing the towel to fall off her.

"It's not a good idea," she protests weakly even as she goes on her tiptoes, trying and failing to not feel you hilted deep inside her already.

"It'll be fine," you assure her. Yeonwoo opens her mouth to argue more, but she is silenced by the sensation of something hard pushing against her puckered ring! "Good thing you didn't leave this in the office."

"You— Ah!" Yeonwoo can't help but moan before continuing. "You went digging in my purse?"

"It spilled out earlier. But enough about that, you should just stay the night." A surge of pleasure rockets through Yeonwoo as she feels the vibrator switch on in her ass, and she can only yell when you start thrusting.

"Yes yes yes!"

Little did either of you know that it would be the beginning of the end, for a few people noted Yeonwoo coming in with the same clothes as yesterday, and more than a few people saw how she walked a little different, a side effect from you opening both her holes up the night before. Presumably no one would be able to see how she had no underwear on the whole day, but regardless, lurid rumors began to swirl, the workplace speculating on how she was in a particularly good mood that day.

It then turned toxic, with people wondering if she slept her way to the top, and you had to make sure to never ask Yeonwoo to stay the night again. It got worse when people noted how you had rose in the company with Yeonwoo, that maybe she pulled you up with her, keeping her boytoy nearby. You forced yourself to keep a distance from her, to protect her, to protect yourself, to protect both of you.

"Why are you avoiding me?" she asks you flat out after a meeting, where you unfortunately allowed yourself to be the last one in the room with her.

"I don't know what you mean."

"You don't drop by my office, you decline our 1-on-1s, you want to handle everything by email, and don't pretend I don't notice that you're always the first one out of meetings now. What's going on?"

"People are talking, it's bullshit but the rumors are bad. I'm doing this to protect you."

"You can protect me by telling me what's going on."

"You really don't know?"

"No."

"They say you're sleeping your way to the top, and that we're involved, and that I'm benefiting." Yeonwoo's reaction is muted, but you can see her hands grabbing the folder tightly, threatening to crumple it entirely.

"That's it? That's all? I don't care about that."

"But I do, I hear it, even if you don't."

"You want to get rid of them? I'll promote you, and you can fire them."

"That would be proving them right."

"What do you want me to do then?" Yeonwoo asks, exasperated. You mean I can't do anything for you?

"I think we should stop, you know, our thing."

"You want to break up?" she is quiet, deathly so. Her face turns pale when you answer back.

"I... Didn't think we were in something to break up for? W-Were we?" you ask, suddenly unsure of how Yeonwoo felt. Everything was casual, the sex was great, but you had never asked her out on date, and you never got the inkling she wanted to make things serious and official, but the way she spoke about breaking up...

"No. You're right, we're done then," her whisper cuts through the thick air, and she leaves with a slam of the door.

You continued avoiding her, and thankfully Yeonwoo stopped approaching you individually. That said, you realize painfully that absence does make the heart grow fonder, and you started missing Yeonwoo. Running into her randomly in the offices did not help, and soon you are the one pining for her, rather than the other way around. You also know that there's no way you can get back with her, and working with her isn't helping you forget about her either, so you come to the logical conclusion.

"So, this is it huh?" Yeonwoo asks, calling you in once she saw your resignation email.

"Yes."

"I wish you all the best."

"Thank you, Miss Lee, it was a pleasure working with you." You hold out a friendly hand.

"Of course, likewise." She takes it, and doesn't let go.

"I'll miss you, um, you were a good worker." The last few words tumble out of her rushed, blurting out the truth and then a lie.

"Yes, I'll miss working with you." You manage to couch your feelings better. Your thumb traces the back of her hand, and Yeonwoo twitches, quickly pulling her hand back.

"T-That's all then, good bye."

Much to Yeonwoo's chagrin (probably, you had no way of knowing), you join your competitor, diving into the same work you were doing before except without having to, or in some ways, getting to, see Yeonwoo. All was fine, and she faded from memory eventually—or at least, you weren't thinking of her as much.

You wonder if it was the same for Yeonwoo...

"Should I stay the night?" he asks her, a hand teasingly cupping her breast, no doubt wanting her to say yes.

"No, sorry, I have to be get in early tomorrow."

"What about me? I would love to 'get in' early tomorrow too," the whisper is soft and husky, yet almost repulsive to Yeonwoo.

"No, you should leave." She wraps the blanket around herself and stands up.

"What the fuck Yeonwoo?" This wasn't the first time this has happened, and her amour is pissed. "You never come over to my place, and you never let me spend the night here!"

"We're keeping things casual."

"Even so, it wouldn't hurt for us to spend the night together would it? God I bet you'd be a lot happier in the morning if you get a nice quickie in before going to the office."

"What the fuck did you say?" Now he touched a nerve. "Get the fuck out, right now."

"What? All I'm saying is having some morning wood with your coffee wouldn't be—"

"Leave, right now, before I throw you out naked." He gets the hint quickly, tripping over himself as he dresses, and stumbling out the door, but not before throwing one last barb in.

"You're fucking crazy, you know that? Who would want to be with you?"

Yeonwoo drops to the bed as he slams the door shut, burying her face in her hands, frustrated even after the romp. It wasn't the first argument she had over this with him, nor was he the first person she's had multiple arguments with about it. She could not, and would not, allow someone else to stay over, not after what happened with you. She didn't want to risk her career or her heart anymore. Yeonwoo sighs and picks up the used condom, discarding it, much like everything else she has thrown away.

What did she have to show for it?

Well, she could attend swanky events, wearing a sleek black dress that screamed power and position. "That's something, I guess," Yeonwoo thinks to herself, even as she sips wine more expensive than her secretary's salary. She could relax a little, even in the terse, stuffy atmosphere of a VIP event. Even if it was an industry event, there's no way she would run into—

"Miss Lee, what a pleasure seeing you here!" Ugh, just from the voice she recognized it as an exec at one of her company's biggest competitors. Oh well, just smile and be polite.

"Oh come on now, you knew I'd be here—" She stops short, stunned at who she's looking at next to the exec.

"Of course. I wanted to introduce you to our newest director, I can't believe you let him go."

"Long time no see, Miss Lee," you bow politely to her.

"Oh, yes, small world. I see you're doing well at your new company."

"He has! I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the work he was doing! Anyways, enjoy the event! Come." Yeonwoo watches you walk away from her, and the glass in her hand trembles slightly.

The day done, you sit at the bar and relax, nursing your drink. Seeing Yeonwoo again was enough to throw you off a little, and seeing her in the audience of your presentation made you stumble over a few words, although it was still very well received.

"You're out of practice." You'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"They don't make me do as many of those."

"I'll let your boss know to do so. Still, good enough." Yeonwoo raises her own drink in salute.

"Thanks. It's okay for you to be here talking to me?"

"What, nothing wrong with just two former co-workers catching up and talking shop right?"

"Yeah but we're also competitors. What if someone at your company sees you talking to me, you remember what happened before right?" You watch Yeonwoo's eyebrows furrow briefly, before taking in the rest of her face—you had seen her with and without makeup before but damn, her makeup today looked perfect. You flinch slightly as her hand brushes yours.

"That's all in the past, don't worry about me." She's grabbed your drink, finishing it for you. "Besides, if you're so worried, how about we do it in my room?"

"Y-You mean talk right?"

"Of course, just talking business."

You should've known better, but you find yourself not talking business, but getting down to business with Yeonwoo as she pushes you on the bed. Automatically your hands go to her waist, admiring her curves over the slim black dress and letting her get on top of you.

"Fuck I've missed you so much," she murmurs into your neck, her hands diving daringly under your shirt. Yeonwoo's soft body presses into you, and you allow yourself to drift down her body, feeling her ass and squeezing—god that feels so good! She's smiling into your neck, using a hand to guide you to her chest, wanting you to feel her there too. She purrs as you kiss her lips, her jaw, her neck...

But that's not the only sound you hear, you hear a vibration. A phone, business. Work.

Shit.

"Yeonwoo, what are you doing? We can't be doing this! It's a huge conflict of interest."

"I don't know about conflict, but there's certainly an interest..." She palms your cock over your slacks, kissing you more fervently, trying to get you to comply.

"Do you know what you're doing? You're literally sleeping with the enemy!" You push her back by the shoulders. Yeonwoo sits her hips more firmly down on you, but you manage to roll her off. "We can't be doing this!"

"Is that all I am to you now? Enemy?!" She wraps her arms around you, hugging you from behind—fuck she feels so soft, and you're still hard. "Just stay the night, no one has to know, no one will know..." Her hands drift to your belt, trying to undo it, undo all that she's done to get here.

"Let me go Yeonwoo," you manage to utter, hoarsely. You grab her hands, stopping her. "Please." They retract. "You're not my enemy, I just don't want you to get hurt, to hurt your career."

"That's not your choice to make. Who are you to make choices for me? I just want you back!"

"Are you really going to give up your career for something like this?" Yeonwoo is silent, and you walk out on her. But you're still hard, fuck, how did things get to this?

Yeonwoo was right, who are you to make choices for her? The only choices you should be making are your own. What did you want?

Yeonwoo gazes out her window at the cloudy sky, the sun setting dimly behind it. She's working at home for once, but that also means she'll be working through the night for once too. She sighs and stretches in her chair—another long and boring day. There's a knock on the door, who could it be?

"It's you." She hadn't seen you since that time at the conference, nearly two months ago. Yeonwoo had blocked it out of her mind—it was shameless, cringy, desperate, everything that she didn't want to do, and yet she did it then, in a moment of weakness! And now here you are, standing in front of her, and all she can say is "It's you"? What else can I say? Why are you here?

"Yeah, can I come in?" you ask, cautiously.

"Ah, um yes." She blushes slightly as she leads you in, aware of the unintentional show she's suddenly putting on—Yeonwoo's wearing a blouse appropriate for video calls, but underneath that is the tiniest pair of shorts possible. This was not how she had planned meeting you again. "What's the matter?"

"I've been thinking about what you said last time."

"Oh, what I said last time?" What did I say last time? All Yeonwoo can remember is her throwing herself at you.

"Yeah, about me making the choice for you. Like who am I to make choices for you."

"Oh I—"

"Well you were right, I shouldn't have done that. I should be making choices for myself."

"That's good to hear." Yeonwoo says, not knowing where you're going with this.

"I quit my job."

"What? Why would you do that!" Her mind immediately goes places. "We're not hiring right now, it's not going to be easy to find the budget for you—"

"I don't want to come back."

"Do you have a job lined up already? I can find someone to refer—"

"No Yeonwoo, that's not the point!" Yeonwoo has her breath taken away as you wrap your arms tightly around her. "I left my job to be with you. It's not right for me to choose for you, so I'm choosing for myself."

She's still in your arms, so still that you had to ask. "Yeonwoo?"

"W-What do you mean?" She's grabbing your t-shirt from the back, fists of fabric trembling.

"I want to be with you, and I don't want to hurt your career, so I ended mine."

"But why?"

"I made the choice for us, so you don't have to." She pulls on your shirt even harder, and you had to speak up. "You're choking me like this."

"I can make my own choices right?"

"Yes, of course." Your heart drops for a moment—is she going to choose no, to reject you? Her fingers go to your hair, pulling it, this is going to hurt—

She smashes her lips against yours, wiping away all doubt. She grips you oh so tightly, lips pressed almost too harshly against yours, as if to never let you go—that's her choice.

"That night, at the conference, in the hotel..." Yeonwoo's murmuring into your neck again, hands diving under your shirt once more—it all comes back vividly to you.

"I want you to choose again."

You find yourself on a bed, except this time instead of Yeonwoo's hotel room, you're in her bedroom. She's pressed on top of you similarly, but this time your hands slip easily under her tiny shorts, allowing you to squeeze her ass directly, and it feels even better. She sits up on you, smirking teasingly as she unbuttons her blouse—she has you exactly where she wants you, and you're not pushing her off this time. As the blouse falls off her shoulders you hug her close, hand moving to her back.

"Let me."

Yeonwoo hums as she lets you remove her bra. Her hands run through your hair and move down your shoulders, feeling your arms; her memories of that night run through her head, and she begins sharing them without reserve.

"Fuck... Do you remember that night?" 

"I regret leaving," you mumble, squeezing her ass while you bury yourself in her bare chest.

"I'll make you regret it even more, do you know what I did after I finished crying?" She doesn't wait to hear your apology, she wants to skip right to the good part. "Feeling you for the first time in so long, god I just had to get myself off." She's humping you not so subtly even now, and you can feel her through your tent and her tiny shorts.

"Yeonwoo!"

"I wondered if you would come back, maybe turn back at some point. I kept edging myself, rubbing my clit in circles, I wanted you to be the one who made me cum. Except you never did."

"Yeonwoo I—" You feel a strange mix of guilt and arousal, her words painting a picture of what happened in the hotel room after you left. She plunges on, her nails teasing your chest—when did she take your shirt off?

"I debated taking photos, show you just how much I wanted you, needed you." You imagined Yeonwoo on the bed, legs apart, fingers parting her pussy for you, or maybe plunged deep inside her. "That maybe you'd come back to me if I took a video for you." You can imagine, no, recall how Yeonwoo would look and sound when she came—you needed to see that right now!

"Mmm fuck Yeonwoo!" you murmur into her neck.

"Yes, I need you to fuck me, god I'm so wet already." You shimmy your pants and boxers off just enough, and in the time it took you to do that Yeonwoo kicks off her small shorts and soaked panties. Fully naked she simply grabs your stiffness and without another word sinks herself down on you. The sound she makes is utterly unholy, one of want, and one of thirst satisfied.

"Yeon— mmph!" She catches your words with her lips and rides your cock with her hips. There is no stopping the freight train of pleasure pumping right into Yeonwoo as she lets herself run wild with desire, gripping your shoulders tightly and bouncing herself on you with wanton abandon. She covers your cock with slick, and the lewd squelch of her humping joins the moans in the bedroom. All you can do is hold on and try not to cum.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, cumming!" Yeonwoo squeals, suddenly going still and sighing as she clenches around you. All the strength seems to concentrate around her pussy as she slumps against you, even as you have to groan and shut your eyes, trying to withstand the strong tugs of her walls around your shaft, eager to have more of you in her. "Oh fuck, never leave me." She sighs into your neck.

"Never again." You roll the two of you over, and Yeonwoo glances sideways at the vacated part of the bed.

"Oh, that was how drenched the sheets were after that night too," she teases, trying to rile you up more. And you knew just how to get her back for it.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Hm? You can cum in me—" Yeonwoo goes pink—she didn't quite mean it like that, but she feels you throb, and Yeonwoo wraps her legs around you. "That is, unless you don't want to?"

It takes all of your self-control to not pound her into the bed, to have her moan your name as you give her what she wants—a thick creampie months in the making.

"Not yet, just get me the condoms." Yeonwoo directs you to a drawer in her nightstand, and you find and pull out an opened box of condoms. "Seeing someone? I'm not going to regret this am I?"

"No, that was a while ago." She caresses your cheek for emphasis. "I haven't seen anyone since, just never threw it out. I didn't let them do me raw, but you can, so we can just skip the condoms and—"

"I will, but." You sink deep into Yeonwoo, and her walls seem to clench around you in response to your words. "I want to fuck your ass."

"Oh!" she whines as you pull out and take a condom from the box. "It's been a while... Since our last time, actually."

"That long? I'll go slow then." Properly wrapped, you push into Yeonwoo's pussy first, getting some of her juice over the rubber.

"No, don't! Make it hurt, like our first time." Your mind goes back to the first time you had Yeonwoo's ass, slamming into her and pounding her until she looked back at you, tears running down her face... and slick running down her thighs. She throws her hands around your neck, bringing you in close as your tip nudges against her puckered hole. "Make it hurt, I want to feel you in my ass, but afterwards, afterwards—" Yeonwoo whines a little as you breach her, feeling something enter her ass for the first time in a while.

"Afterwards, don't hurt me again." You push into her harshly, and Yeonwoo yelps before her cry is muffled by your kiss, holding her face in your hands. Her eyes are watery when she opens them again, but they also sparkle, especially when you mumble into her ear.

"Never again." You push deeper into her, relishing in the unique tightness that is Yeonwoo's rear, adding rubs of her clit to help the pain subside, to give her some pleasure. You focus more on her pussy, happy to keep yourself buried in her ass, just letting her get used to the shape of you in there once more. You rub and pinch and press on her little button, and soon Yeonwoo's squirming underneath you, softly moaning, until finally she can't take it anymore—she grabs your hand, bringing it to her hips instead.

"Fuck me already!" You start pumping her with slow and firm thrusts, and you the see first sign of pleasure from the anal fucking—her lipbite, lethal as ever, a mix of pain and delicious pleasure on her face. "Oh god that's good, you fuck my ass so good... Nngh!" Yeonwoo starts rubbing herself, chasing that high she needed from you taking her ass. To her dismay you pull out just as she's close, but before she can complain you rip off the condom and plunge back into her pussy.

"Mmm!" The sudden and different pleasure catches her by surprise, and only a few hard thrusts are needed for her to throw her head back and cum. She's speechless, head in the clouds while her body bucks and writhes beneath you. Meanwhile you have the box of condoms in hand—Yeonwoo's not going to use them in the future, not if you had your say in it.

So might as well use them all now?

You roll a new condom on your cock, and Yeonwoo can only groan as you push into her.

"Oh fuck, you're in my ass again..."

You give her what she wants on the second go around, rubbing her clit and making her cum while you're stuffing her ass. Once she's done with her anal orgasm you rip the condom off again to fuck her pussy raw to another climax. Rinse and repeat. The process allows your pleasure to subside between rolling on and taking off the condom, letting you fuck Yeonwoo in both her holes longer. Your usually smart and sharp-tongued former boss is lost to bliss, her eyes vacant, tongue slipping out between her lips when you rattle her with a particularly hard thrust. She barely notices when you roll her on to all fours and get behind her, both holes winking and gaping at you, begging for more.

"Nngh!" Yeonwoo groans when you take her from behind, the new position allowing you to get deeper inside her. 

"Fuck, you take my cock up your ass so well!" you curse, sliding easily into her.

"Then don't stop, don't stop fucking me!" You answer her with a smack on her ass, watching her cheek jiggle as you do as she says. Yeonwoo drops her head to the pillow, her world spinning as she's quickly cumming again.

"It's so good!" *Rip* You open one more condom.

"Baby..." You toss another one away, letting Yeonwoo get one word in before you put her on back and fuck her pussy again, rendering her incoherently happy once more.

"Too... ahhh much!" You reach for the box, and Yeonwoo's hand is on yours, stopping you. She looks delicate, absolutely shattered, wrecked like the first time you ever fucked her—hair a mess, a bit of drool from her mouth, eyes watery in pleasure. You grab the box anyways, only to find it empty—you've done what you set out to do and used up all the rubbers in there! She grabs the box from your hand, crumpling it and tossing it aside—Yeonwoo had more urgent urges. "Cum for me, cum in me raw, I want to feel you in me now!"

Between her begging and the long session you realize you've delayed your own orgasm for far too long, and you're just about ready to burst. She hugs you close, hips grinding up in response to your throbbing length.

"Cum in me, fill me up." Yeonwoo whines when you start losing it, going even harder into her. "You're so deep in me! Fuck, fuck me deeper, harder! Oh my god, I'm going to cum with you, you're going to make me cum—" She actually goes off the cliff first, but you're right there behind her with a loud groan.

Yeonwoo shudders through her climax, and the first sensation coming off her peak is your throbbing thickness deep inside her, followed by the sound of your moans in her ear, and finally the thick cum splattering her walls. She may have been the one to orgasm multiple times tonight, but Yeonwoo feels you filling her with many orgasms' worth of ejaculate all at once. You rut into her, riding out your own peak, and Yeonwoo moans with you, your cum thoroughly overflowing inside her, oozing out of her pussy and staining her other hole below—the last time she had been fucked and creamed and gaped to this extent was well, with you. The thought makes her hump up into you, legs still around your hips, and you spurt just that little bit more, pushing the cum deeper into her.

"Oh fuck Yeonwoo..." She tilts your head towards her, kissing you passionately, face pink with satisfaction.

"I never want to go without this ever again."

"Did I not stretch you enough yesterday?" you joke at Yeonwoo holding a yoga pose.

"This is a different kind of stretch! But if you want, I'm sure I could stretch some other muscles too?" A wink and a lick of her lips is all she needs to get you to drop to your knees, and Yeonwoo soon has you in her mouth, letting you push as deep into her throat as you can, all while holding her pose. But both of you can only last so long before you're peeling the yoga pants off her, ruining her mat with her squirt and your cum.

Yeonwoo got no work done over that weekend as she made you stay over, and it seemed like every waking hour was making up for a night the two of you missed. Every wink, every lipbite, every wiggle of her hips was an invitation, and Yeonwoo's apartment quickly became a clothing-optional zone. She would wear nothing but a t-shirt, snuggling up with you and have your arms around her, but her naughty hand would inevitably drift between your legs, and the movie is quickly forgotten in favor of Yeonwoo riding your brains out.

"Ugh we need to eat," you mumble, your stomach growling.

"Yeah it's late, I have some leftovers in the fridge, let me go get it." At the sight of Yeonwoo's cheeks walking away from you you grow hungry for something else. You surprise Yeonwoo, hugging her from behind in the kitchen.

"I just ordered some food, don't bother with the leftovers."

"I have plenty for the two of us though!"

"I'd rather eat something else, and the food's coming in fifteen minutes." Yeonwoo braces herself on the kitchen counter as you press your face into her ass, letting your tongue slide between her lips. When you are done with her she's slumped over the counter, and you're wiping her juices from your face.

"Come on, time for dinner."

"In a— Ah! Minute..." Yeonwoo gasps, basking in her peak. She reminds herself to put the leftovers back in the fridge, but that can wait.

Just as soon as she can stand again.

The weekend finally ends with the two of you cuddling under the covers, a streak of white oozing onto her creamy thighs.

"Ah I can't believe it's Monday tomorrow."

"Do you have to go in? Maybe you could work from home and work hard. And then play hard, hmm?" You squeeze a breast, reminding her just what type of "play" the two of you could get up to.

"I'd love to, but I have meetings to be present for."

"Ugh, employment." You kiss her forehead before wriggling out from the sheets. "I'll see you soon then."

"You're leaving? You can stay! I-If you want to." She looked utterly angelic, buried within the sheets, and you wanted nothing more than to join her back beneath them, but you knew better, knew that there'd be devilish happenings if you let yourself stay.

"I do. But I would think that the mighty Miss Lee can't show up late tomorrow, walking all funny like and unable to even sit in her chair properly."

"I'll just say I had a fall!"

"You think that school of piranhas you manage would believe that?"

"But it's the truth! I've fallen for you..." Even Yeonwoo blushes at her own corny joke, and you have to hug her embarrassment away.

"Tch, I've fallen too then. All the way to the unemployment line."

"Yah don't say that, you'll find something for sure! But... Thank you for coming back to me."

"Thank you for taking me back. Don't worry about me from now on." You kiss her again.

"Just worry about us."

A/N: Finally back, just haven't felt like writing and was agonizing around finishing this story. I have other ideas in mind, so hopefully I can get around to those faster, but I just wanted to finish this one first as a sequel to Confidence Booster. Thanks for reading!

[rhenuvee]

Modern AU! Diluc who starts making videos on social media to promote the Angel’s Share by showing how he makes drinks- only to take a wrong turn when the comments end up being down bad for him.

This video makes me thirsty, and Im not talking about the drink.

Pls handle me like the cocktail shaker 🙏

Suddenly I have the urge to cook and clean 🛐

In case anyone asks, the drink is blue.

The drink in the video was orange, by the way- he caught on the implication of the commenters distraction very quickly. And worst of all, his brother Kaeya laughing at the whole situation in the comments, not helping at all.

“Listen to this one ‘Luc: ‘Who needs a napkin when I could be cleaning his hands’, drooling emoji.”

Your poor husband, can’t even look you in the eye anymore. His fingers had been pinching the crease between his eyebrows for a while now, a little embarrassed at the totally different response than expected from his audience. He can't believe the viewers are more interested in his forearms than drink making.

“Y-You’re not helping, my love.” He says. He's frustrated at the comments, but can't help the blush when you say something so desperate. You feel a little bad for adding fuel to the fire (secretly giggling along with Kaeya), but it’s tough when you can’t deny the truth in the comments paired with your husband’s cute reaction.

“Perhaps you just need to cover up a little.” You suggest. Yes, he thinks. His next short video has him wearing his long sleeve dress shirt and gloves, instead of rolling up the sleeves. He's got them now, Diluc thinks as he hopes for normal comments.

However, the viewers are quick to find another way to "simp" for your husband (which you had to teach him the meaning of). With his arms covered now, some comments expressed their disappointment. But most focused their attention on the reveal of skin of his neck and the slightest view of his collarbone.

"It's no use." Diluc grumbles after a long day, his head resting on your stomach, defeated. You smile, bringing your hand to comb through his fiery red hair.

"I can't disagree, you do have nice hands." You tease, referring to the previous video's comments. Diluc looks up at you from your stomach with an annoyed expression. "You're too handsome, my love."

Diluc flushes pink when he hears your compliment. You say it quite often, but he'll never get tired of it.

He feels as if there's no solution to this. Wear his wedding ring? People would probably still focus more on his fingers, or create more down bad comments on being married to him. Bring you into the video? He absolutely does not want people to comment on you. Get his father to make the drink instead? No- he remembers the time his father was in two seconds of a past video and caught mortifying comments of the word "Zaddy" being spammed along with a timestamp. It was quickly deleted. He knows the pattern.

"So what will you do, my handsome husband?" You ask, interrupting his train of thought. You calling him handsome twice was enough for him to take a deep breath before composing himself to answer you.

"I'm too tired to handle this anymore." He sighs. "Maybe I'll give this job to Kaeya, offer him free drinks."

"Bold move, but I like it." You reply. Though you can’t help but feel like Kaeya would meet the same fate.

As for the results of Kaeya's efforts, let's just say that free drinks were not enough to help combat the thirsty comments. The good news is, the Angel's Share social media continued to rise in popularity.

[redpill-tfs]

Red Wave

January 1st, 2025

Yo, so I started this Red Wave trial thing today. The docs said it’s supposed to, like, make your brain work better or something. Was told to track my thoughts in this journal thing. Honestly, I’m just here for the cash. I’m not buying into any of their science-y shit. Took the first pill this morning. Feel normal so far. Guess we’ll see if this stuff actually does anything.

Since I was told to describe myself a bit, I guess I might as well if I want that cash they promised. Name's Blake. I'm 26 and work at a local manufacturing company in the finance department. It's a pretty chill gig. Don't gotta wear a suit either which is good. Didn't even wear one to my graduation and I don't plan on starting now.

Anyway bro, I'm also a proud atheist. Never got into politics, but I guess I'm more liberal. I mean, just let people do what they want, right?

February 10th, 2025

Alright, not gonna lie, I’ve been feeling kinda sharp lately. Like, my head’s clearer, and I’m getting more stuff done at work. My boss Emily even said my presentation didn’t totally suck, which is rare. Oh, and I actually ironed my shirt today before work. Don’t know why—just felt like I should look decent. Weird, right? Maybe these pills aren’t total BS. I don't know why, but I've been thinking of wearing a tie to work...

March 12th, 2025

So get this, man: I bought a suit over the weekend. A whole grownup suit and a tie to go with it. I dunno know why, but I just felt like stepping up my game for my presentation at work today. And man did I look good. I got so many compliments on my fit. It honestly felt really good. My bros thought it was weird and so do I, but now that I have it I guess I'll use it at another presentation in the future.

April 15th, 2025

Something weird is going on. I heard some chick at work talking about her church today. Instead of scoffing and rolling my eyes, it made me, like, think a little. Like I got curious about it. I don't know what's going on, but I might have to check it out sometime.

Speaking of work, I've been wearing a tie more and more. It feels... right. People seem to notice too. I get so many compliments about them. I went back to the store and pick out a whole bunch of different colors. I may be the only guy in the department wearing one, but standing out isn't a bad thing I guess.

May 18th, 2025

Alright, so… I went to church today. Yeah, me. Blake, the proud atheist. Walked past St. Mark’s on the way to grab Starbuck's, and something just made me stop and go in. The music was kind of awesome, and the pastor’s talk about purpose hit me harder than I expected. I don’t even know what’s happening to me, but I’m starting to think there’s more to life than what I’ve been living. I might go back next week to see what I've been missing, but I'm not sure yet.

June 30th, 2025

This morning, I prayed. Like, actually prayed to God. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, but it felt… good. I’ve also started reading bits of the Bible over the past week. There’s some deep stuff in there. Work’s going great, too. I’ve been mentoring one of the new guys, and Emily says she’s impressed with my leadership. Suits are now my everyday thing. Who knew dressing sharp could feel so right?

July 23rd, 2025

I’ve been pulling away from my old friends. Their whole sarcastic, edgy vibe just doesn’t sit right with me anymore. Instead, I’ve been hanging out with people from church who share my interest in self-improvement and faith. I’m even thinking about joining a volunteer group at the church. Life feels more meaningful now. My mind still feels so clear too. I don't know what this pill is doing to me, but it's working.

August 11th, 2025

I’ve been reflecting on some big ideas lately: responsibility, tradition, family values. They make so much sense now. I’ve also started watching a few commentators online who align with these views. Their logic is compelling. Honestly, I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. It’s like a veil has been lifted. Why should abortion be legal? Why should we violate the second amendment with gun control laws? Why do gays think thy can decide how the rest of us live our lives? So many questions I'm learning the answers to. I never paid much attention to politics, but maybe I should.

September 7th, 2025

Sunday service has become the cornerstone of my week. I’ve officially joined St. Mark’s and volunteered for their community outreach. Pastor Williams’s guidance has been invaluable. I’m entirely committed to this new path. My wardrobe, my habits, even my worldview have all transformed. I’m proud of the man I’ve become. I've said this a million times already, but it just feels right.

October 20th, 2025

Today is my birthday, and reflecting on this past year astounds me. My former self seems like a stranger. I’ve embraced faith, order, and purpose, and it just feels right. I got my hair cut to be a lot shorter than I once had it as a special birthday gift to myself. It feels more appropriate for my new image.

I had some friends from bible study over for a small party. I wore my best suit for the occasion. We played games, ate good food, and prayed of course. There was a riveting debate on the role of faith in politics. All in all, it was a good time. I can't believe how much my life has changed just in 10 months.

November 30th, 2025

Today was the final day of the trial. The scientist leading the study asked me all sorts of questions, from my conservative views to my faith in God and my new sense of style. I'm not sure what it all has to do with a mental focus pill, but I didn't feel like asking questions. I'm sure they know what they're doing. Anyways, I better get going. St. Mark's is having an event today to celebrate God and all of His glory. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

December 1st, 2025

The Red Wave trial has concluded with a 100% conversion rate among participants. Subjects exhibited profound and permanent shifts in personality, behavior, and worldview. Pre-trial skepticism and liberal inclinations were entirely replaced with conservative, faith-based identities. This case highlights the pill's efficacy in aligning individuals with structured, traditional conservative values. Further research will examine long-term societal impacts of widespread application. More subjects needed.

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Aim for the Sky Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You were trying your best to enjoy the countdown to the arrival of the baby, but your emotions were all over the place. Even on your birthday, you couldn't tell if you were excited or anxious. Bradley planned to surprise you with something special, but he got a different kind of surprise instead.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, swearing, injury while pregnant

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Your parents' departure after Christmas left you antsy and anxious, and you knew Bradley could tell. All the talk about them potentially moving to California had you on edge, especially since everything was beginning to feel very real now. Your due date was creeping closer and closer, and you were starting to remember one solidly scary fact on an hourly basis now: neither you nor Bradley had any clue how to take care of a baby.

Your husband was so excited, it wasn't like you could feasibly bring up this topic of conversation. Every time you tried, he reminded you that he had watched dozens of Youtube videos. He told you that your parents were always just a call away. He assured you that if he was ever going to be successful at anything, it would be taking care of Rosie.

"I'm ready for the Nugget, Baby Girl," he told you as you got dressed to go out to the Hard Deck on New Year's Eve. He was already wearing the pink shirt you gave him for Christmas. The tiny matching one was tucked away in the closet in the nursery which brought a tear to your eye.

"I know you are," you sniffed, "but I'm still scared." You'd had a headache for the last few days, and food just hadn't sounded appealing to you. Your belly was getting enormous as your third trimester wore on, and everything was tender. "She'll be here so soon."

Bradley looked at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, his eyes lighting up as he smiled. "Eleven more weeks, but who's counting? Not me," he said, holding up his phone which had a 'Countdown to Rose' background on the screen. When you didn't even smile, he sighed and said, "I know you're nervous, Sweetheart. I get moments where I'm really nervous, too."

You pressed your lips together and tried to hold back the tears. You already knew how much he struggled with coming to terms with becoming a parent when he hadn't had either of his for such a long time. "The whole thing is going to hurt. And then we have to figure out what to do with an actual baby. Like this is going to be way different from nursing Tramp back to health. And I suddenly feel like I'm going to be terrible at this."

He had you in his arms immediately, and you were trying not to get your smeared makeup on his pink shirt. "It might hurt, but I'll be with you the whole time. And then I swear I'll take care of everything right afterwards so you don't have to. I'm planning on taking a few days off from work after Rosie gets here, and you can relax and be an amazing mom while I clean and take care of everything else."

You looked up at him as a tear slid down your cheek. "You're going to cook, Roo?" you asked, finally breaking into a smile.

His eyes went wide, and his lips parted wordlessly. You laughed at the worried look on his face even as you cried a little bit more. "Well, we can figure that part out. Or maybe you can freeze some dinners? I don't think I should be cooking."

"I agree," you hiccuped, wrapping your arms around him awkwardly with your belly in the way.

You were quiet for a bit before Bradley finally asked, "Would you rather stay home tonight?"

Of course you'd rather stay home. Nothing sounded as good as your bed these days. That was where he fucked you until you weren't horny anymore and then let you fall asleep in his arms while he read to you from the Nugget notebook. "No, I want to go out and see everyone," you told him, because you knew he wanted to go out. "We can sleep in tomorrow and do nothing."

He kissed the top of your head and murmured, "It'll be a relaxing week since we're going out for your birthday on Friday night."

"Are we?" you asked, suddenly feeling excited that he always remembered your day and made it special. "Where?"

"Hot sauce restaurant," he whispered. "And maybe a little something extra."

"A cake?" you gasped.

Bradley laughed as he wiped away your tears. "You want a cake? I'll get you a cake, Baby Girl. Anything you want."

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The Hard Deck was absolutely packed for New Year's Eve, and Bradley was getting worried that someone was going to bump into you. He tried to get you and your bottle of Gatorade tucked safely between his body and Nat's, but there were people shoving through the crowd in every direction.

"I've never seen it this crowded before," you said over the music. You'd just been talking to Jake about three feet away, but Bradley could only pay attention to anyone who looked drunk and unsteady on their feet while he sipped his own beer cautiously.

"Seriously," he replied. "Penny and Jimmy look panicked. That new bartender looks like she's going to cry."

You scanned the room, taking a small step away from him and Nat, and that's when you got bumped. "What the fuck, man?" Bradley shouted to some guy he'd never seen before when you stumbled back against him. "Watch where the fuck you're going."

"I'm fine, Roo," you assured him with your hand on his bicep, but Bradley glared daggers at him until he was out of your vicinity.

"You might be fine, but I want you to be safe and comfortable," he snarled, finally looking down at your pretty face as your straw rested on your lip. "I want you to feel as perfect as you look." Just then someone else bumped you into him, and his fingers curled into a fist.

You reached for his hand and shook it until his fingers uncurled and were laced with yours. "I want to tell you to stop, but you're seriously turning me on right now," you moaned, eyes glued to his face as your pupils grew wide. "Like a lot."

Bradley closed his eyes and took a deep breath as his body reacted to your words and the look you were giving him. His hand came to rest gently on your bump, stroking you through your shirt. You looked incredible right now, and you even tasted and smelled impossibly sweet to him. "It's way too early to leave," he rasped, glancing down your shirt as you took another sip of Gatorade. "But when we do, I promise you'll be well taken care of."

"Mmkay, Daddy," you replied, kissing his neck while Nat made an animated gagging face behind you.

"I was going to ask if either of you wanted to play darts with me, but not if you're going to start doing that all night," she said, but you were already bouncing with excitement. 

"I want to play!" you told her, shoving your drink into Bradley's free hand.

Nat grimaced but said, "Okay, fine. But only because you look happy, and the endorphins are probably good for the baby."

For the next forty-five minutes, Bradley acted as a human fence, trying to block anyone from jostling you while you and his best friends played darts. "You want to play, Roo?" you asked him at one point, holding up three darts in his direction.

"Who's going to guard you and Rosie if I play?" he asked, glaring at a woman who came tripping in your direction.

"She'll be fine," Nat told him, but he just shook his head and let you play. This was actually exhausting. He knew he'd be tired once the baby was born, but he hadn't been anticipating starting his protective duties this early. Soon he'd have his wife and his daughter to look after. Not that he minded. He was already living for it, but he didn't want to mess anything up. Your nerves were evident earlier as your hormones were constantly fluctuating, but he wasn't sure he had an excuse here.

"Are you listening?" you asked, patting his abs with the back of your hand. He could feel your engagement ring through his new shirt which made him smile unexpectedly. "It's almost midnight."

"Oh. Should we head home?" he asked, hoping he could get you out of here unscathed. The bar was getting a little wild now.

"Let's stay for the countdown and then head out. Get me a ginger ale?"

He grunted in response, looking for someone responsible to leave you with while he fought his way to the bar, but Bob was already gone on his deployment. Maria hadn't even come out tonight, and Cam was wasted. Bradley glanced at Jake and Cat who were looking quite cozy off in the corner, and he led you in that direction with his hands on your shoulders. "Stay with them," he told you, clearly interrupting the couple as you tried to dig your feet in.

"Hey, Angel," Jake said with a smirk. He had Cat's lipstick on his face and his arm around her waist, but he didn't seem too upset that Bradley dumped you there.

"Can you look after my wife while I get her something to drink? It's a little rough in here tonight. If anyone touches her, just punch them."

"I don't need a babysitter," you complained, but he kissed your forehead as Jake made room for you to stand against the wall.

"Yes, you do. I'll be right back."

Bradley fought his way up to the bar where everyone was reaching for the plastic champagne flutes that Jimmy was pouring. Penny saw him and immediately got him another beer, but he had to lean in and ask, "Can I get a ginger ale too, Pen?"

She shot him a little smile as she reached for the soda gun and a pint glass, and Bradley turned back to check on your current status. This time next year, you and he would be cozy at home with Rose, and there was nothing that could possibly make him want to be out for the night. A soft smile found his lips as he thought about coaxing his daughter to sleep and holding her against his chest while you and he watched New Year's Rockin' Eve on TV with Tramp on the area rug.

"Hey, handsome, you wanna buy me a drink?"

Bradley let his gaze shift down to the woman next to him, and he shook his head as she reached for his hand. "Absolutely not," he replied immediately, annoyed that someone was making his quest to get this drink and get back to you longer than it needed to be. He handed Penny ten dollars and grabbed your ginger ale before heading toward the back corner where you were waiting for him, safe and sound.

"Seriously, as soon as midnight hits, we're out of here, Sweetheart."

You sipped your soda and said, "Whatever you want."

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It turned out you and Bradley wanted the same thing. He had you both undressed by the time you got to your bedroom, and then the two of you stumbled into the bathroom, laughing between kisses. He tasted like beer, and his two day old stubble was rough, and you wanted him so badly you were aching for it. But he took the time to light two of the candles you left near the bathtub for when you wanted to take a relaxing bath, his hard cock bobbing as he walked. 

"I'm setting the mood," he whispered with a smile, the scars on his face intriguingly handsome in the candlelight.

"Bradley, I'm always in the mood at the moment," you reminded him. You could probably handle him four times a day right now if he could manage it.

"Just let me try to be romantic," he whined, pressing your butt against the edge of the vanity before spinning you around to face the mirror. "I want to romantically fuck the shit out of you."

Your giggles turned to moans as he guided himself deep into your pussy before stroking your clit with one sure fingertip and bracing his hand on the vanity next to yours. His abs were hard against your back, and his pelvic bones were sharp, digging into your rear end. He pulled out a few inches before thrusting deep once again with a delicious snap of his hips. His eyes looked impossibly dark reflecting in the mirror as he watched your breasts bounce as he repeated that same thrust once again.

"Look at you," he crooned softly, leaning in to kiss the shell of your ear as he fucked you a little faster. "Oh my god."

He dragged his big hand up from your clit to cup your belly softly, kissing along your neck as you already felt yourself pulsing around him. Those rough fingers soon found your nipple, and you gasped, "Bradley," which just seemed to egg him on.

He was sucking on your neck and murmuring sweetly incoherent nothings. "Baby Girl, these tits. Gonna love them. My fucking god. Massive."

Where you just saw stretch marks and oversized body parts, he saw something that made him go feral for you right now. Your boobs were so tender, but there was something about the way he was grabbing at you that made you just want more. His voice was deep as his teeth grazed your skin, fingers kneading into the side of your breast as you clenched around his cock which was once again shoved deep inside your pussy.

"Your nipples look fucking huge," he whined, his hips starting to stutter after each fluid movement. "Do you see this?" he asked, hand sliding up the valley between your breasts to grab your chin and aim your eyes upwards until you were studying yourself. Your lips were parted, and he was right, your breasts did look pretty incredible as the candle light flickered. And somehow your swollen belly looked almost cute as he slammed into you from behind and groaned your name. "I did this to you," he whispered, hand resting over your belly button. "But the rest of it is just how fucking sexy you are. I can't get enough."

When you met his wild gaze in the mirror, you let your head tip back to his shoulder, maintaining eye contact as you started to come. He held you tight to his body as his hips met your butt and his cock stroked you exactly how you needed him to. "Oh fuck," you gasped, legs starting to shake as you got closer.

"Good girl," he crooned next to your ear, his mustache prickling your skin as your eyes closed. He fucked you through your orgasm, voice mingling with yours, and before you know it, you were standing there panting while his cum dripped down your inner thighs.

You were a little dizzy, but he kept a firm hold on you as he kissed and tasted your neck, cheek and shoulder. His fingers were stroking your furled nipples, and your skin was on fire with pleasurable little aftershocks that you didn't want to stop. But you were so tired, you needed to get off your feet.

"Roo."

Maybe it was how you said it, or maybe it was the use of that pet name in general, but he seemed to know exactly what you needed with just that one word. He helped you to the toilet and cleaned up your legs while you used it. He brushed his teeth while you did yours, and then he waited for you to remove your contacts and wash your face before leading you to bed. When he climbed in next to you, he kissed your lips and let you get as comfortable as you could before whispering, "I love you both." You were asleep before he turned off his lamp.

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Leading up to Friday, Bradley kept trying to sneak off to confirm the plans he made for your birthday. But when he tried to call the lounge in Del Mar first thing in the morning, nobody answered, and if he tried later in the day, there was always an interruption. And that interruption was usually you. On Thursday evening, he finally managed to sneak away to the garage where he planned on working out as soon as he made the phone call.

Once he verified that you were nowhere in sight or within earshot, he had his phone pressed to his ear. When someone answered, he quickly said, "Hi, this is Bradley Bradshaw. I just wanted to confirm my rental agreement for the rooftop space for tomorrow night. I have the hour-long private event planned."

"Yes, sir. The space and the DJ are all yours from nine to ten o'clock tomorrow night."

"Great," he replied, head still on a swivel even though he was pretty sure you were doing a load of laundry inside the house. That's when you came strolling into the garage with a snack in your hand, and he quickly ended the call after a muttered thank you. "Hey," he told you as he awkwardly tossed his phone onto the tool bench and picked up one of his dumbbells.

You stood there in one of his old, stretched out tee shirts and a pair of maternity shorts and chewed on an unsalted pretzel. "Who were you talking to?" you asked. He should have known he wasn't going to get away with you not noticing.

"Uh... nobody," he muttered, and you raised one eyebrow in response. He sighed. "I don't want to tell you, because it's a surprise for your birthday tomorrow, okay?"

You smiled and told him, "Okay, Roo. No worries." You bit into another pretzel, and Bradley realized how tired you looked.

"Did you finish eating dinner?"

"No," you replied softly. "I just want a few pretzels. I have like no appetite."

Your next appointment with Dr. Morris was coming up in a week, and he had been wondering if it was bad that you hadn't gained really any weight since before Christmas. Work had been very busy for you the past few days with the arrival of some sort of new scientific equipment that completely baffled him. You were exhausted after one round of sex now, which was definitely a change of pace from a month ago. He almost blushed when he thought about how the two of you spent your first wedding anniversary.

"I think you need to eat something with some substance or protein or something, Sweetheart."

"I can't," you snapped. "Everything else makes me feel awful. You should try being pregnant, Bradley. It kind of sucks."

He didn't know how to respond, because the last thing he wanted to do was piss you off the night before your birthday. "Okay. Well, will you let me know if I can get you anything?"

You nodded as you chewed up another pretzel before yawning. "I came out to watch you get all sweaty for a minute before I head to bed."

"In that case," he said, laying back on his bench, "let me get started, birthday girl."

You were smiling again as he unlocked his barbell and got to work.

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You woke up on your birthday to the feel of Bradley's hand on your hip and his voice in your ear, slowly coaxing you from your dream. "Happy birthday, Sweetheart." You rolled over and were met with his brown eyes and his messy bed head, and he collected you in his arms. "It's my second favorite day of the year."

His body was warm, and the last thing you wanted to do was go to work today. "Pretty soon it will be your third favorite day of the year," you croaked. When his brow furrowed, you guided his hand to your belly and said, "Don't even try to tell me the Nugget's birthday won't surpass it."

Your husband shook his head. "It'll be a tie," he whispered, kissing your forehead as the baby thumped around. "Hey, Rosie is saying happy birthday, too!"

You moaned softly. "Rosie is hungry but doesn't seem to like any foods right now."

Bradley ran his fingers along your cheek before kissing that spot. "I'm hoping the hot sauce restaurant will hit the spot for you tonight. Plus I have a fun surprise for afterwards."

It was worth a try. Hot sauce was one of the only things that didn't sound disgusting to you at the moment. In fact, Bradley poured you a little bowl of your favorite kind for you to dip your granola bar into while he made some coffee, and you did feel a bit better. Your stomach gurgled as he plopped down onto the piano bench to play the birthday song and sing to you. 

As ridiculous as he looked sitting there in his boxer briefs with his hair still a mess, you knew you could never love someone the way you loved him. He was going to be such a good dad. He already built the playset and had the nursery almost ready. He had a countdown going on his phone. He picked out an outfit for the baby to wear home from the hospital. And he took care of you all the time.

"I love you, Roo," you promised, wrapping him up in a hug and kissing along the gray hairs at his temple. "I can't wait for dinner later."

As soon as you were dressed in your hideous maternity tent, Bradley drove both of you to work, and you found yourself stifling yawn after yawn. You were beginning to doubt that you could make it through work let alone a whole date night, but you didn't want to tell him that. Not when he was playing your favorite songs and holding your hand while he drove. Not when he had his arm draped over your shoulders as he walked you all the way up to your office and kissed you like his life depended on it.

"I love you," he murmured before dropping down to one knee to press a kiss to your bump. "Be extra nice to Mommy today, little Nugget." You could feel her squirm around as she seemed to recognize his voice. "She's got a busy day planned for her birthday."

Then he was back on his feet, zipping his flight suit up fully, and with one last kiss, he was heading toward the elevators.

After just an hour in the lab, it was evident that the granola bar and hot sauce had not been enough for breakfast. You desperately wanted to sneak back to your office and dig around in your snack reserve in your desk to take the edge off if you could. You were currently waging a war between being hungry and simultaneously appalled by food.

"Are you okay?" Cat asked, nudging your arm with her elbow as Bickel droned on about the equipment that was on loan from Lemoore's engineering department. He was hoping that in the next two months, you and the others would be able to help him build a more streamlined interface for the F/A-18s. It wasn't that you weren't interested, because you were. You just couldn't focus very well at the moment.

"I'm fine," you told Cat who gave you side eye but stood quietly next to you. It would have been beneficial to have taken your birthday off and spent it in bed, but it was too late for that.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Bickel finally stopped talking, but then he called your name. You met his gaze and realized he looked very excited.

"Yes, sir?" you asked him, taking a step forward. You felt awful. Even the sound of your boot squeaking on the floor set your teeth on edge. Your head had begun to pound at some point in the morning, and now it felt like your brain was attacking your skull.

"Come help me test it out," he said, his voice grating on your nerves in a way it never had before.

Your next step was a bit of a stumble, and you tried to reach for the edge of the counter. You were going to throw up. The urge to gag left you reeling, searching for something to hold onto. Cat was calling your name as Bickel's eyes went wide, but when you reached for him, your hand caught on the instrumentation instead. It hurt a lot, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as your knee connecting with the cabinet. You needed someone to reach you before you hit the floor, but you weren't that lucky. You wrapped your arm around your belly the best you could, but as soon as you hit the floor, you were met with blackness.

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Bradley didn't really need practice dogfighting, but it certainly was fun anyway. Especially when he was up against Jake late in the morning. The taunting was comical and getting more absurd by the minute.

"Hey, Hangman, why don't you hang it up, man. You're done," he said as he shot the other pilot down for the third time in a row.

"Lay an egg, birdman," came the response through his helmet that made him chuckle.

Bradley was just pulling up on his throttle to gain some altitude and go again when he heard Maverick's voice crackle through his helmet. 

"Wheels on the tarmac. Both of you. Rooster first, then Hangman." The tone of his voice left Bradley wondering what was going on. The weather was beautiful, and he was actually enjoying this exercise immensely. In a few hours, he'd be feeding you anything you wanted off the dinner menu at your favorite restaurant before indulging you in your very own, private silent disco.

But as soon as he touched down and started to taxi back toward the hangar, he saw Maverick and Nat running his way. Then he heard her voice through his helmet. "Open your canopy. You need to get out now. Your wife is in the emergency room."

A chill colder than ice shot through his body. Something was wrong with you or the baby, and he hadn't been there to help you. "What?" he gasped, saliva starting to pool at the back of his tongue, making it hard to swallow. "What happened?"

Nat didn't respond, but as soon as his jet came to a stop, she had his ladder ready for him. The rush of fresh air that hit him as his canopy opened did nothing to make him feel better as she shouted for him to climb down. Something happened to one of his girls. He hadn't been there. As soon as he was able to control his body, he climbed down as quickly as he could, skipping the last few rungs. When Nat reached for his hand, he could see the alarmed look in her eyes, and he started crying.

"What happened?" he asked again, but she just pulled her car keys from her pocket while she grasped his hand, and he ran with her to the parking garage.

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Omg, why am I doing this? I hope Nat can drive fast. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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Dress Me Up

StylistBlackreader x IdolJungwon

Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ You're a nepotism baby. Your mother is a notorious stylist, and you wanted in on the business. You finessed your way into being Enhypen's new stylist, and you've made Jungwon curious.

Warning~ Size training, slow burn, calls her honey and baby, virgin reader, squirting, oral (receiving), hickey's, he's a little rough, no protection, (not recommending this) mentions that the reader has ADHD, underage drinking (DON'T DO THIS YA'LL), Use of the word 'nigga'

Word Count~ 10.1k

It was your first day, and it was going wrong.

You spilled coffee all over your brand-new white blouse, and you were rushing, so your socks didn't match.

You were the new stylist hire. 

Clothes being your kind of expression for longer than you can remember. 

Now, with your clothes ruined, it wasn't giving stylist. It was giving an intern who sucks at there fucking job.

You were surprisingly young for this job, but that was because you had connections.

Your Mom was working with Stray Kids on their ATE album, and HYBE wanted her. Your Mom gave them her daughter instead, you.

Sure, you felt like a spoiled rich brat for it, but you wanted to work hard for it.

You sighed as you made your way to the stylist's room. Nobody was there when you walked in. You thanked any god that would listen.

You huffed as you got out your shirt. You didn't even care to turn the lights on. But when you did, some kid was standing there.

"AHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

You did a whole-ass cartwheel back. While you shook, Jungwon walked after you, "I'm so sorry, ma'am! I didn't mean to pry!"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Whose in a changing room in the dark?!"

He bit his lip, "Erm, you." You stayed quiet. He was right.

He bowed, "My name is Yang Jungwon. You can call me Jungwon. How old are you?" You answered, "My name's Y/N. I'm 19."

Jungwon couldn't help but smile, "Yeah? Guess I'm your hyung."

You scanned his dimples, "Yeah, right."

He started pulling out his wallet to prove it. "See."

You rolled your eyes, "Alright, old man. Where's the rest of your group?" He laughed, "How'd you know I'm in a group?" 

You lowered your eyes, "It's obvious."

Jungwon smiled, "I came early." You nodded and started walking toward the rack of clothes. Jungwon asked sweetly, "Where are you from?"

You turned to him, "The states." You dug through the drawer until you found it. 

You walked over with the measurement tape and wrapped it around his waist. His hands went up instinctively.

"Already getting it started?"

You nodded, eyes fixed on the line. "Yeah, I've got deadlines."

You grabbed your phone and typed it in. Next, you measured Jungwon's hips. His measurements were crazy. When you stepped back to look at him, his face registered.

He was handsome in person. He was so cute, but he had this sexiness to him.

"I'm done. You can pick a specific item you want showcased if you'd like."

You heard footsteps coming toward the door, and it came down. The boys were staring at Jungwon. 

The group wondered why he was here so early.

They greeted you gently before filing in. Someone bumped into you and turned to bow. "So sorry."

You looked over his face. Heeseung. The guy every girl feined over.

"It's okay." He winked at you. Your heart skipped a beat.

They got in a line so you could start measuring them. 

Ni-ki learned you were the same age and was already teasing you.

It was a while before you got everyone's measurements, and they were leaving.

The next day, you sped into the office with your caffeine in your hand. You had a binder and your glasses on. You looked different. Your locs were in a bun, glasses on the tip of your nose, and out of breath. 

You don't wear glasses unless you want the outfit to look good.

You made it to the office and put your things down. "Phew. Oh shit!" You realize you forgot something. You started running back out to get to it. 

It was when you were running back into the building when you bumped into Jungwon. You fell, and his eyes widened. "I'm so sorry!"

He was already reaching out to help you up. He grabbed your hand and checked for bruises. "You okay?" You nodded, "Yeah. Fine."

You pushed your glasses back, "You push your glasses up like an anime nerd."

You squinted, "Shush, boy."

He smiled as you made your way to the office. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Jungwon followed behind you calmly, "Nope, I finished recording for the day."

You rolled your eyes as you walked into the office. Jungwon asked, "You rush around often?"

You nodded, "When shit needs to get done, I'm on it."

You sat at the chair, going through the pieces you thought of. It was sketches and clothing pieces. Jungwon asked, "You know what you're doing?"

You looked at him (slightly) annoyed, "How else would I get the job? Why are you in here?"

Jungwon said, "You pique my interest. You're pretty young."

You didn't stop staring. "Yeah? Well, you're piquing my nerves."

You knew it was harsh, but you knew he liked it. He was amused by your annoyance. Jungwon sat down next to you and listened to your scribbles. 

You were balling up ideas and throwing them away. It was a long day of aggravation as Jungwon silently watched.

It wasn't until he suddenly stood after the third hour, "Let's eat."

You furrowed your eyebrows, barely listening. "Go eat then."

You didn't hear what he said, but you knew it was something about 'eating.'

Jungwon grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the chair. "Eh?"

You were being walked out of the building. It wasn't until Jungwon threw on his hood and mask that you realized what was happening.

"Are you taking me out to eat?"

Won looked at you, "Yeah. Your stomach growled like seven times, and you actively ignored it."

Jungwon looked at you, "You do realize that, right?"

You turned away, slightly embarrassed, "I didn't. I hyper-focus."

Jungwon guessed, "You have ADHD or something?" Your eyes widened, "Yeah, how'd you..."

Jungwon filled the silence, "You tend to tune out things when you focus and don't like to be interrupted."

You laughed, "My mom got me into hobbies to keep myself occupied."

Jungwon laughed, "Yeah?"

"I became her little assistant, and she even let me make a mini fashion line collection for teens."

I started to catch myself rambling, and I stopped. "That's it, though."

Jungwon walked into a small shop and got in line. "I reccomend the shin ramen. This place is unmatched."

I smiled, "I'll eat it then."

The next day, you were going through fabrics. You were looking for things to make into clothes.

After about twenty minutes, you realized you'd need another round of measurements.

You knew the boys were work alcoholics, so you traveled around the building looking for them with your roll of measuring tape.

Sunghoon was in the gym. You ambushed him as he looked at you like you were crazy.

Jake and Heeseung were in the studio. You just walked in with no care in the world. 

Jay was in the instrument room, and Ni-ki was in the practice room. Sunno was in the lounge, taking selcas with Yunjin. 

Since Sunno was the last person, you asked, "Where's Jungwon?"

Sunno thought, "He's not in the practice room?"

You shook your head, "I don't know. I also don't have his number to ask."

Sunno pulled out his phone and gave you all the member's numbers.

"Check the basement practice room. Wonnie's usually there when he's learning personal choreography. His class should be over by now, though."

You nodded and made your way to the basement. It was dark and smelled like old walls. There was music blasting, but you couldn't find the door. That was until you looked through the glass door. You saw Jungwon popping. Your body was electrified as you watched him dance.

It was mesmerizing to see him in his element like this.

You walked in, and Jungwon saw you. He was sweating. His white T-shirt rolled over his shoulders, and his hair stuck to his forehead. It was attractive.

The way his smile beamed as he watched you.

Jungwon combed his fingers through his hair and said, "What's up?"

He raggedly breathed as he went for a towel. 

You just came back from seeing Sunghoon in a wife beater, sweating his ass off. His face was scrunched up as he lifted. That didn't affect you as much as Jungwon did.

You bit your lip, "Come to my office when you're done."

Jungwon smiled, "Yeah? Why do I feel like I'm in trouble?"

You smiled, "You're not. I need more measurements."

Jungwon went into leader mode, "Did you already ask the guys? They didn't give you trouble, right?"

You shook your head, "I interrupted all of them."

He furrowed his eyebrows attractively. You noticed he doesn't furrow his eyebrows that often.

"What were they doing?"

You scanned up his tall body. His arms were tense, and his chest was broad. It was his cute face that didn't match. But with that furrow, it made him all the more sexier.

"Different things. I-I'll see myself out."

Jungwon laughed, "Okay. I'll see you in a bit. I'll be up there when I finish this last eight count."

You nodded and made your way to the elevator. As soon as the door closed, you dropped to the corner and rubbed through your locs in agony. "Ugh! I caught feelings in twenty seconds."

The door chimed, and you saw a random staff member and someone else walk in. You stood tall and apologized, "Sorry."

It was Taehyun from TXT.

OH MY GAWD! I just embarrassed myself band for the band.

You looked at him and bowed, "I'm so sorry, sir!"

Taehyun just stared. He didn't speak until you were 180 degrees vertical. 

"You shouldn't stress so much. You should take a day off."

You smiled, "I'm not stressed, just thinking too hard!"

The door opened. Taehyun bowed to you, and you bowed lower. "Sorry again."

Taehyun gently smiled as he walked out of the elevator. Your floor was next. You walked into your studio and flipped on the lights.

Jungwon was sitting in the dark again. "AH! Seriously Won!?"

Jungwon smiled, "Aw, you called me Won. I like Wonnie better, though." "How did you get in here before me?" 

He smiled brightly, "I took the stairs. Lazy people take the elevator."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Shut your trap and T pose for me, please." 

Jungwon followed your instructions to a T. He happily watched as you focused on his body. You rolled up his sweater and measured his waist. You jotted down your findings and dismissed him. "Alright, I'm done."

Jungwon asked, "When's the last time you had food?"

You thought, "I had coffee." Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, "That's all?"

You paused, "I've been busy tracking you down." Jungwon smiled, "Then it's my responsibility to ensure you've eaten."

As much as you wanted to smart-mouth him, you didn't. You were tired and wanted someone to take care of you. Jungwon saw your guard go down and said, "I'll drive you home after."

Your body tensed, "Nah, it's-" Jungwon smiled, "It's okay. Let's get some food and go home."

You were silent in the car. Once you started eating, your energy went up. 

Jungwon said, "You eat like a chipmunk."

You looked up with your cheeks full. Jungwon said, "It's cute." You swallowed and said, "You're cute." Jungwon laughed, "Thank you." 

He sat back and watched as you ate ravenously. "You have siblings?"

"No. It's just my mom and I."

He asked, "Really? What's it like having a cool fashion mom?" You deflected, "You have siblings?"

Jungwon laughed, "Woah, answer my question."

You started to throw a tantrum. Swinging your arms and groaning. "It's depressing."

Jungwon laughed, "I'd still like to know."

A long sigh escaped your lips, "My mom's too busy for me. I basically live in a huge mansion all alone."

Jungwon took a sushi roll from my plate, "Well, we could hang out for a few more hours."

You said without thinking, "Just come over."

You froze, he froze. 

"I'm down. Your mom gonna freak when she sees us binge-watching movies or something?"

You sighed. 

Okay, so I didn't come off the wrong way.

"She doesn't come home. She's a workaholic."

Wonnie laughed, "Okay, what do you want to watch when we get there?"

You were in front of your house. Jungwon was walking with you as you led him to your wing. You had an entire wing dedicated to yourself. 

You let him in your room, and he took a look around. "You're a music nerd too?" You leaped over and covered your vinyl collection.

"Let me see." "NO! It's embarrassing."

He pulled you out of the way and looked at it. "Holy shit. You're a K-pop nerd."

You wept, "Stop." He turned around to see your pout, "Oh. I'm sorry."

You sat on the bed, "I used to get bullied for it back in the States. They thought I only liked Asian guys. I don't."

Jungwon sat next to you, "I'm a K-pop Idol. I literally can't judge you for this." You laughed as Jungwon followed you and sat on the bed beside you. 

He said, "We can watch a movie."

It wasn't long before you were watching a movie in your bed together. There's a snack bar in your room. It's restocked every week. Jungwon was munching hard as you watched the movie together.

"You already know what the movie is about?"

I laughed, "Rango is my favorite movie."

The song played, "Rangooooo! RANGOOOOOOOoooooOOO."

Jungwon laughed, "You kinda ate that."

You burst out laughing, "Ate? Why are you using that slang."

Wonnie smiled, "It makes my fans happy."

You smiled as you watched the movie. 

The first yawn came in, and Jungwon offered, "I could leave."

You shook your head, "No, stay."

After about twenty minutes, your head was falling on his shoulder. Jungwon smiled as he watched you sleep. 

He wanted to be courteous, but you looked uncomfortable on his shoulder. He helped you onto your pillow and cuddled next to you.

You woke up to Jungwon sleeping in your bed. He had cuddled into you. You didn't want to move to stir him awake, but Wonnie was a light sleeper.

His eyes fluttered open as his grip on your hip grew tighter, "I fell asleep?"

You smiled, "It's okay. I slept like a baby."

Jungwon was already turning 90 degrees. You followed suit.

Jungwon wiped his face and looked around, "I didn't do anything crazy last night?"

You watched as the memories rushed into his head. "Not at all. I was comfy, and I felt safe." Jungwon instinctively reached for your knee. 

That tiny touch ignited a flame. You couldn't help but look down and stare. "Really? I make you feel safe?"

All you did was nod. Jungwon moved his hand quickly, "Sorry."

You wanted to grab his hand and make him touch you everywhere. Your core was throbbing. You couldn't tell if it was because you were sleepy or falling hard.

He slid out of the bed and started to stretch. You saw his shirt go up. A small sight of his v-line had you gnawing at your bottom lip.

Jungwon said, "That was some good sleep."

You watched as he checked his phone. His eyebrows were furrowed as he scrolled. You knew it was his members asking where he was.

You blurted out, "Could you come over again today?"

His eyes looked up. An intense and dangerous look, "To hang?"

His voice was deep and slow. That's how I wanted him.

You slowly nodded as Jungwon kept eye contact. It was like Jungwon was searching for an ulterior motive from you.

Jungwon responded, "I see. You get more aggravated throughout the day."

He laughed to himself. You rolled your eyes and got out of the bed. Your feet dangled from the bed as you slid down. Jungwon noticed how much shorter you've gotten without shoes.

"Wait, you're tiny." You looked up at him and crossed your arms. "Shut the hell up."

Jungwon laughed as he followed you to your bathroom. You handed him a freshly packed toothbrush and brushed your teeth together.

When you were gargling mouthwash, Jungwon asked, "Why do you want me to come over tonight?"

You choked. Jungwon was reaching over, eyes wide, as he tried to help you. You coughed into the sink as blue liquid escaped your throat.

Jungwon swatted your back, "Are you okay?" You nodded, still coughing between your breathing.

Jungwon reluctantly asked again, "Why do you want me over?"

You looked at him, not wanting to answer. You figured you'd tell the truth, "It's scary in the big house alone. I can't sleep at night, and it never feels safe here. I figured since I made a friend, you should come over."

Jungwon blushed, "Friend?" You nodded, "I think we're friends, at least."

Jungwon smiled, "In that case, I'll be over all the time."

You laughed, not taking him seriously. 

Jungwon is not a liar. He had essentially moved in. Tonight, he brought a luggage of clothes, his skincare, and a whole bunch of other shit.

"Wonnie, you..."

His cheeks dusted pink, "You called me Wonnie." You ignored that as you pointed to the mess in your room. "This is insane."

He pulled out an entire board game. "I think I have Uno in here."

You watch his eyebrows furrow. Your heart fluttered, "So sexy."

Jungwon's ears turned pink as he looked at you, "What?"

Your heart got quick as you turned away, "Nothing."

Jungwon didn't let it go. He was staring you down as you began shaking. "You think I'm sexy?" You stopped breathing for a moment.

You covered your face and let out a crazy ass scream. Jungwon flinched and then burst out laughing. You looked at him as he wiped tears from his face.

"You're crazy, Y/N-innie."

You smiled, and Jungwon finished unpacking. He gave you a stack of cards, and you shuffled them. "I declare war?"

He nodded as you gave him 26 cards. You were in sync the entire game. You both slammed cards on the carpet at the same time. You smiled as you started winning. You had to play I declare war for two aces.

You won with another ace. 

Jungwon was furrowing his eyebrows the entire time, and you felt like you were about to burst. Jungwon grabbed the three cards from his win and put them in his hands.

You laughed, "You only have three cards?" Jungwon looked at you with his eyebrow quirked. His eyes filled with so much fury. "Don't play with me, girl."

You laughed as he lost and cheered as he groaned. "You won by literal luck."

"Whatever, I still won!" You got up and started throwing gang signs up at him as a joke. Jungwon started laughing harshly. He sighed, and his eyes fell on yours.

You asked, "Wanna turn in?" He laughed, "Yeah, turn on a movie? I'll get in the shower."

Your heart quickened as he got up. The thought of him fully naked just one room away made your core ache.

He was gone in the bathroom in a minute. You had already showered before he came to your house. You cuddled into your bed as you heard him shower.

You watched him come back in with his hair wet. He sat on the edge of the bed. You grabbed his towel and dried his hair as he put on his night cream.

Jungwon turned around and threw you into a hug. You yelped as you fell onto the mattress. Jungwon snuggled into you. You inhaled your scent on him.

"Mm, you smell like me." He laughed, "I know. You smell amazing." Your body heated up.

Jungwon was watching you. How your body reacted to his touch. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the chest. It was a really intimate initiation on his part.

But Jungwon saw the way you leaned into his touch. How you reached for him. All day at work, he noticed how you'd only reach to touch him and not any other member.

He liked that. You were drawn to him. 

Jungwon can be possessive, not jealous, but a bit stern. He's stubborn and likes being told 'no' to debate his cases.

That's why he likes you. He likes invading your space until you give in. 

Sleeping in bed with him was crazy. You knew your house had plenty of rooms for him to sleep in, but you must've forgotten to mention that.

You wanted him next to you.

You poked your leg between his and fell asleep in his arms. You felt so safe and protected with him.

It was 2 AM. You were drowsy as Jungwon got up from some random alarm. You blinked as you watched him get up and pee. He brushed his teeth, and you got up with him.

He jolted out of his skin when he saw you in the doorway. "Ah!"

You laughed as you reached for your toothbrush. Jungwon said, "You scared me."

You smiled, "Now you know what it's like."

You flicked on dim lighting and brushed your teeth with him. You asked, "Do you have a shoot?"

Jungwon shook his head, "No, I have problems sleeping."

You listened as he explained, "I'm used to waking up at 3 AM to get my day started. This is out of habit. I don't have anything to do except practice."

You hugged him, "I have trouble sleeping too."

His hands wrapped around your waist. He led you back to the bed. He was cuddling you in as he spooned you. Your ass hit his crotch, and Jungwon's breath hitched. 

Jungwon was thinking of crazy shit to stop the boner from rising. You said you felt safe around him. He couldn't ruin that for you. 

You were horny too. It was definitely because of how drowsy you were feeling. Jungwon hit your soft spot, and now you want to be a sweet baby saint.

You aren't, though. 

You're new to these kinds of feelings. Before you knew it, your back end was grinding against Jungwon's boner. Your middle was aching for any release. 

Jungwon's grip on your waist was tight as he groaned in your ear. "Stop. Not like this."

You turned around to look at him. 

His eyes, which were usually soft, looked dazed. His eyebrows furrowed, jaw tight. 

"Then how?"

Jungwon shook his head, "I don't like to mess around. I like commitment." You blurted, "Me too."

Jungwon's mouth twitched as he stared at your lips.

You said, "You're tired." You looked between his lips and eyes. He knew what you were thinking. "I'm tired of hiding my feelings."

Jungwon smiled, "Let's go on a date. Friday."

You smiled, "Yeah?" "Yeah. Right now, let's sleep."

He grabbed a pillow and put it between you two. His arms were still pulling you as close as he could. You pouted, "You're putting me on horn arrest."

He laughed, "Yeah, I'll lose control. I want you to still find a safe place with me."

Friday came. You finished up Jake's outfit and called him to your office. He had no makeup and still looked gorgeous.

You thought Heeseung and Jake were the playboy type. You got to know the boys after they came for fittings. 

Both of them are simps.

Jake wore his jacket as he looked in the mirror, "This is so sexy! Y/N, how'd you make this with those leather pants?!"

I smiled, "It wasn't that hard. Do you like it?" "I love it. Engenes are gonna love this."

You laughed as he spun in the mirror. "Good, now put the pants on, and tell me how they fit."

You watched him walk into the bathroom. Jake spoke from behind the door, "What's going on with you and Jungwon?"

You were silenced. 

You heard Jake's pants drop to the ground and him buckling his jeans on. If that was Jungwon, you'd be passing out. Jake wasn't giving you the hots.

Jake walked out and asked, "Does this make my butt look big?" You stifled a laugh, "Jake baby... nothing will make your butt look big."

He pouted and said, "Pants fit great, I guess. We could add butt pads, though."

You slapped his shoulder as you laughed, "Not happening."

Jake looked over your face and then at your shirt, "Y/N."

You quirked an eyebrow, "What?" Jake's smile slowly spread as he said in English, "That's Jungwon's shirt." You looked down as he continued, "I know because I bought it when we went shopping in Milan."

Your face was on fire as you realized you wore Jungwon's shirt. That's why he was red this morning when he drove you two to work.

"I-" Jake just laughed. He patted your shoulder, "Just don't get pregnant."

You started waving your hands frantically as you rambled, "NO! I can explain! He spent the night, and we almost did. I swear! He was just over because I get lonely! We have a date today! We're not dating-"

Jake covered your mouth, "You're snitching on yourself. Stop talking."

You shuddered as the embarrassment settled in your bones. Jake laughed, "Jungwon is a private guy. He's bad at it, though. We noticed that Jungwon doesn't come home at night. He's not there in the morning, either. We noticed him pack all his essentials. We all know he's involved with someone. Now I know who."

You shook your head in worry, "Is anyone gonna be mad at me?" Jake laughed, "Why would we be? Jungwon is a grown man who can make his own decisions."

You looked up, and Jake's eyes looked so soft. "Have fun on your date. Mrs. Yang." You yelped, "Don't call me that!"

You were in the lobby. In your studio, you touched up your makeup and changed. You wanted to look nice even if you didn't know where the date was.

You didn't know what to expect from Jungwon. He's stoic, not really a PDA type. He knew you were a cuddle bug. He knew you liked to touch him, but you held back.

As Jungwon walked out wearing baggy jeans and a graphic T-shirt, your thoughts stilled. He walked over and kissed your temple sweetly, "Let's go."

He initiated the physical touch. His fingers looped with yours. Your heart was beating fast. He was just so attractive in this light. He drove you to your destination. 

It was Karaoke. 

"Eh? I didn't expect this." Jungwon smiled, "I heard you sing once, and I liked it. This is just the first part of our date, though."

You smiled as you huddled into a karaoke room. Jungwon handed you the remote, and you shook your head, "I'm embarrassed."

Jungwon looked at you carefully, "The more I get to know you, the more timid you get." You slapped him, "You're breaking down my walls."

Jungwon smiled, "Be comfortable with me. I won't judge you."

You played with your fingers, "I-I am... I'm actually a pretty quiet person."

Jungwon's eyes widened, "What?! No way!"

You couldn't help the giggle that left your lips. Jungwon's smile was full of adoration. "I love making you laugh. I feel like you don't do it often."

You thought to yourself for a moment. "Yeah, I don't." Jungwon turned to the screen. "Let's see if they have Enhypen songs."

You bit your lip. You'd have to pretend you don't know every existing K-pop song.

"WOO! I totally should not have drunk that alcohol." Jungwon laughed, "I shouldn't have ordered it for you. How dare you beg with those puppy eyes."

Jungwon pulled you back on the sidewalk as you slowly strayed toward the road.

Jungwon smiled as he watched you wobble along the sidewalk. "Drink some water, and let's get some food in you. Then we go to our last destination."

You sank in the car, and he buckled your seatbelt. You grabbed his cheek, and he let you pull it.

You whispered, "You're so handsome." Wonnie smiled, "Thank you, honey."

He kissed your forehead and got in his seat. He handed you an already-drunk water bottle. "Do you care that I drank from this?"

You grabbed the water and drank away. Jungwon went through a drive-through for burgers and drove on the highway.

"Where are we going?"

You looked at Jungwon. His smile was light. "You're gonna be super excited."

The ride was long, and your drunk ass was crossing boundaries. First, it started with grabbing Jungwon's hand. It was rough and veiny. His hand rubbed soothing circles over your soft skin.

Then you pulled away and poked his chest. It was as hard as a brick. You're not sure what came over you, but you were grabbing Jungwon's hand and placing it on your thigh. 

He checked to see what he was touching, and his face turned beat red. "Y/N! Do you want a jacket?"

You smiled, "I want you."

Jungwon looked at you like you were crazy. He said, "I knew I shouldn't have let you take a sip. That was your first time?"

You smiled, "I want you to be my first time."

Jungwon choked, "I'm turning on some music, and you close your eyes, okay?"

"Okay."

And you knocked tf out.

You regained consciousness when you were tapped. You raised your eyebrow and peeked open. "Dad?"

Jungwon laughed, "It's Daddy to you."

You jolted awake, "O-oh sorry."

You laughed it off. Jungwon sweetly smiled as he walked you into the music store. Your eyes glisten. "This is a dream."

Your fingers touched the piano, and it played. "Whoops."

The owner smiled, "Don't be afraid to play on them."

You smiled and sat down. Your fingers traced the keys. Memories flooding back to you. 

Your Dad was a huge music nerd. He taught you how to play everything. When he died, Mom changed.

You pressed a key. Then, you played a song your Dad loved to sing to you.

It was from the movie, 'The Little Prince.' You watched it with him. You actually have a secret tattoo of a box with three holes on your rib. Just a reminder.

'Turn around' played through the store as Jungwon nodded. "What's this?"

You smiled, "It's from a movie my Dad and I used to watch."

Jungwon thought, "You never talk about your Dad." You messed up the song, and Jungwon flinched. You said, "Sorry." 

Your mouth dropped, "Are those vintage guitars?"

You ran for the blue one and started strumming. "Since when do you know how to play that?" You looked at Jungwon with a soft smile. You said, "I've always known."

Jungwon laughed, "Well, I brought you here so you could buy vinyl records." You spun your head over to look at the vinyl collection. "Oh! Yes! I need some more."

You left the guitar, gently putting it back in its place. Jungwon said, "I'll pay for it. Get as many as you want."

You quirked your eyebrow, "I'm a nepo baby. I got it."

Jungwon laughed. You gripped the vinyl and embarrassingly said, "There is one I wanted to add to my collection."

Jungwon asked, "Which one?" "Yours." Jungwon's eyes lit up, "Are you an Engene?!" You shook your head, "I'm not a sasaeng or anything!" 

Jungwon smiled, "I believe you. Who's your bias?" You said, "It's Sunoo. I love him." Jungwon frowned, "What about me?" 

You kissed his cheek and walked away. Jungwon froze as he watched you walk to a different section. "You gotta be careful."

You laughed as he playfully hugged you from behind. You grabbed a vinyl and said, "I need this."

You've been dating Jungwon for three months. It was that time of year. The only time your Mom ever really spoke to you.

The anniversary of your Dad's death. 

The only man you've ever trusted and loved. He was gone and hopefully in a better place.

You bit your lip as you and your Mom sat in the living room. She was crying her heart out as she watched the videos of us on the TV.

You've never taken your Mom's working addiction to heart. You knew it was to distract from the pain. Watching her cry was so painful.

You anxiously sat there wondering what to do. You leaned into your Mom's embrace and comforted her. That's what Dad would want. He'd want you to be strong.

As you started to shake, your phone rang. "I'll be back, Mom."

Jungwon was on the other end, "Sick day?" You laughed sadly, "Hey, honey." Jungwon had so much happiness in his voice that it almost cheered you up.

"You okay? You sound sad. You want me to drop by?" You answered quickly, "No! It's okay."

Your Mom started to wail. Jungwon heard it and asked, "What's going on?" You didn't answer, "I'll be at work tomorrow, just not today."

You hung up and ran back to your Mom. She needed you.

The next day, you walked into work. You were commonly dressed up and had a perfect beat face. Today, you weren't trying.

You had your glasses on to hide the bags, a beanie to hide the undone edges, and clothes that swallowed you whole. You were holding onto your metal water bottle for dear life.

You didn't waste money on a Stanely cup, as rich as you are.

You walked into your office, getting glances from staff. You've created friends here. 

Heeseung watched you walk into your office, and it wasn't long before you heard a knock on the door. "What Hee?"

Heeseung came in and asked, "What are you wearing?"

You looked down at your outfit and back up at Heeseung. "Fuck you."

Heeseung sighed, "I'll go get Jungwon."

He turned around, but Jungwon was already walking into the studio. Jungwon looked at you with concern in his eyes. 

A comforting smile appeared on his face. He silently walked over to you and gripped you into a hug you'd never felt from him. You broke down right then and there. His grip was tight and safe.

It felt like your Dad's.

Heeseung was gone, and the door was closed. "Y/N? What's going on with you." You dismissed it, "No. It's nothing."

Jungwon pulled away. His face was critical. His eyebrows were furrowed in disappointment. "Look at you. You're not okay, honey. You're sobbing, dehydrated, and dressed down."

You cried, "It's not like that. It's just a girl thing." Jungwon laughed, "Your period starts next week."

You sniffled, "How do you know that?" Jungwon hugged you again, "What's wrong? Please tell me. I'm so worried."

You wept, "My Dad... yesterday was the day he died, and I'm still handling it."

Jungwon wiped your tears, "Yeah? Were you close?"

You nodded, "He was my Mom's soulmate."

Jungwon was calm. His eyes followed your every move, every shudder. He cupped your cheeks and whispered, "You wanna take the day off?"

Your body was hot as you cried in his embrace. You wept, "You gonna come over?" Wonnie rocked you in his arms, "Yeah, of course."

His voice was so soft and filled with affection. You looked up at him and cupped his cheeks. You kissed his lips and pulled away. Wonnie quirked his eyebrow, "Yeah. Let's go. I wanna make out in the comfort of your room."

You laughed as he dragged you to his car. It wasn't long before he was cuddling into you on the bed. His head buried in your shoulder as you dozed off carefully. 

You felt this surge of appreciation. You knew Jungwon had long and hectic days. He worked and would come over to your place and drop. 

But, he dropped everything to come see you. He kissed the shell of your ear and whispered sweet nothings. You turned into him and said, "Jungwon."

He smiled, "Yes."  Your heart quickened as you said words you never thought you'd tell anyone anytime soon.

"I love you."

He froze, eyes wide. 

He carefully flipped you under him and kissed you deeply. His tongue slipped into your mouth. He bit your bottom lip, and you gasped. He pulled away, "God. You're so adorable."

Jungwon got from on top of you. 

There was silence as you realized he didn't say it back. You opened your mouth to speak but were interrupted by the door opening.

"Y/N, do you know wh-"

You shot up as you saw your mother double-take between you two.

"Who the hell is this?" You were about to talk, but Jungwon said, "I'm Jungwon. Y/N's boyfriend. She never told you about me?"

He smirked at you. Your Mom said, "No."

Her face was slowly growing into anger. "What were you two doing?"

Jungwon smiled sweetly, "We were about to nap."

Your Mom looked at you as if this was all bullshit. "Yeah? Why don't you join us for dinner tonight?"

Jungwon shrugged. "I don't mind at all. I'd love to meet you officially."

Your Mom was giving you the kind of stare she did before beating your ass. You said bluntly, "Mom, we weren't having sex."

She responded with sas, "Well, I would hope so! Get your ass downstairs. Jungwon, stay here."

You got out of the bed reluctantly. Your feet touched the ground, and you felt nerves flutter.

"Okay."

Jungwon smiled at you. You knew he was gonna tease you for this later. You got into the hallway, and to your surprise, your mother was beaming.

"You little nigga!"

You laughed out of disbelief, "H-huh?"

Your Mom punched your arm, "Jungwon? How long have you two been dating?"

You asked, confused, "Mom? Why aren't you mad?"

Her face fell a little. You watched as she said, "I'm not here for you. I know I'm not, and I can't promise I'll be there in the future. I'm happy you found someone to help with the pain."

You blinked, and anger slowly boiled in your stomach. "What do you mean? You're not even gonna try?"

Your Mom's face dropped, "I- Of course I will."

You shut her down, "No, Mom. I don't want to hear it." That was the first time you've slightly snapped on your Mom.

Her eyes softened, "I'm sorry." You shook your head, "No. You admitted that you don't want to try to get better. You're glad Jungwon is here because you don't feel like being supportive of your own daughter."

Your Mom furrowed her eyebrows, "AYE! You listen to me! I have been working my goddamn ass off every single fucking day for you! Do you think this house keeps up by itself?! Your Dad was the breadwinner, not me. He was the musician! You aren't gonna sit here and blame me! I'm human, and I lost the love of my goddamn life! I'm a single mother and don't know how to navigate!"

Her breathing became irregular, "You don't know how much I do for you. I try so hard, I cry every morning, and work through it because I can't stand to think about how much pain you're in."

She gripped both your wrists with passion. "I love you! You hear that?! So I made fucking dinner, invite your damn boyfriend."

She stormed off. You didn't know how to feel. She invalidated your feelings and validated them at the same time.

You held in a sob as you walked back into the room. "Okay."

Jungwon looked at you worriedly, "She beat your ass?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "You were listening anyway."

He laughed and pulled you into a hug, "I was."

Wonnie kissed your head, "Let's get you cleaned up, snot face. You've been crying all day."

You laughed pathetically in his arms.

Dinner was awkward that day. A lot of unearthed feelings were radiating from the dinner table. 

Your Mom says I love you too much while Wonnie hasn't said it.

It's confusing you. That dinner was a week ago. It was time to confront the problems. 

Jungwon would come over frequently. It wasn't an issue for your Mom. It was an issue for you, though. You knew that she knew Jungwon was there. She knows you two were canoodling and doesn't care to check.

Now, you purposely invite him when she's not there. You feel like you have to sneak him in.

As for Jungwon, you hadn't mentioned the 'I love you' situation. You were annoyed by his silence but scared he'd run.

Unfortunately, you need him right now.

It was the day you finished Ni-ki's outfit. He was telling you it fit as you spaced off. You were used to him being a yapper. Ni-ki actually talks so much.

It's insane.

When Ni-ki put his hand in your face, you realized you spaced off. You snapped back to reality, "What?"

Your attitude is loud and clear. Ni-ki said, "Nevermind, your shit sucks."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What were you talking about?" Ni-ki sighed, "Nothing. Why are you so quiet today?"

I smiled sarcastically, "Because you've been so talkative. I didn't know this was conversation."

Jungwon knocked on the door. Both of you turned as he walked in. Jungwon was dressed in his usual clothes. 

He greeted Ni-ki, "Hey."

Jungwon scooted past Ni-ki and gave you a hug. "Hi, honey."

You responded, "Hi, babe."

Jungwon sat in the second chair, and you and Ni-ki looked at him. "What?" Jungwon asked. You blinked as you looked at Ni-ki.

Ni-ki said, "Nothing. You just interrupted our argument."

Jungwon waved his hand, "continue."

Ni-ki happily obliged, "Anyways. You don't talk about anything important."

You rolled your eyes, "Recite everything you just talked about then."

Ni-ki stopped to think. When Ni-ki had no response, you said, "Exactly."

Jungwon laughed, "You two argue a lot." You balled your fist at Ni-ki, "He's my arch nemesis."

Ni-ki rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom to change. You turned to Jungwon, "What's up, babe?"

He shrugged, "Nothing, today is just not my day. I'm tired."

You understandingly smiled. This week, Jungwon wouldn't be there when you woke up and to cuddle you at night. 

You know he came over at some point. He's just been too busy to stay for long. He was making time for you. But it'd always felt rushed.

Ni-ki walked out in his saggy ass pants. You threw a pencil at his buttcrack, "Pull your fucking pants up, loser." Ni-ki flicked you off and walked into the hallway. 

His ass probably went to go freak dance with his girlfriend.

(OT7 Dancing for Enhypen link Here. Sorry, shameless plug) 

You turned back to Jungwon and let your fingers interlock. "Let's go home, yeah?"

He nodded quietly as you two left the building together. You got in his car and watched him closely. His blinking was slower than usual.

You weren't used to your boyfriend like this. He's usually in an upbeat mood. Not today.

When you entered your wing, he said, "I'm gonna nap. I have a schedule tomorrow at 4 AM."

You pouted as you stood on your tippy toes. You ran your fingers through Jungwon's hair for comfort.

"You seem tired." Jungwon cupped your face, his eyes low, "I'm exhausted. Can I hold you until I fall asleep?"

You nodded.

It wasn't long before Jungwon was lying in your bed, arm wrapped around you as he cuddled into your neck.

His sleep was heavy. You stayed up to watch Run Jin because he appeared in an episode.

You were laughing silently until his manager called. You watched Jungwon groan and answer the phone, "Hello?"

You only heard Jungwon's half of the conversation. The next thing you know, Jungwon was up and smiling.

You smiled at him, "What, baby?"

Jungwon said, "Guess what!?" You were giggling now, "What?"

He slumped down and kissed you. It was deep, intimate, and passionate. 

The way his hands grabbed your cheeks and pulled you close.

Jungwon was the one to pull away and said, "I got the day off tomorrow. My photo shoot got canceled because the photographer quit."

You laughed, "Wow, what good luck."

Jungwon was excitedly cheering as he kissed you again. You didn't miss how he tilted his head to get better access.

You didn't miss how tight his grip was on your hips. As he slowly pushed himself on top of you, you pushed him away.

"What's gotten into you!"

He laughed, "I get to spend time with my beautiful girlfriend. I'm excited."

You gave him another peck and said, "I have a question."

Jungwon nodded his head at you.

He pulled away to sit beside you, and you scooted to the headboard.

"Remember the day you met my mom?"

Jungwon asked, "Last month?"

You nodded and looked into his eyes. You wanted to know if he could guess what you were about to say. There was no twinkle in his eye.

You said, "I told you I love you, and you didn't say it back." Jungwon jumped. His eyes widened as he looked at you, "I didn't?"

You moped, "And you haven't said it since. You don't have to tell me you love me, but It's scary that you haven't even talked about it."

Wonnie pulled you on his lap and cupped your cheeks, "I love you. I'm sorry, I must've forgotten to tell you. I really do love you."

You pouted, "But how could you forget something like that?"

Jungwon frowned, "I don't know."

You blurted, "Then show me how much you love me."

Jungwon kissed you softly and cuddled you, "I will."

You and Jungwon have made it to the five-month mark. You two were still yet to have sex.

There was a lot of heated tension growing between you two. You'd try to start something at night, but he'd always stop you.

Kisses would get too heated, cuddle sessions got too horny, and driving would get too touchy-feely.

You knew it was because he was tired, but there was also something underlying.

He probably thinks you're not ready.

You have a nervous laugh problem. When you'd initiate intimacy, you'd start laughing. Jungwon probably thinks you're joking around.

You weren't.

Now you're texting his phone ominously.

.

.

.

You

Baby we need to talk

🫧Wonnie🫧

What did I do???

You

It's actually kinda serious and about our relationship... can we meet at my place after work?

🫧Wonnie🫧

Yeah ofc

🫧Wonnie🫧

Did I do something wrong?

You

No not at all!! You're perfect😚😚😚😚

🫧Wonnie🫧

Okay so you're not breaking up with me?

You

No baby

🫧Wonnie🫧

THANK GAWD OMG😫

🫧Wonnie🫧

I ALMOST DIED LAWD JESUS

🫧Wonnie🫧

In the middle of our En 'o clock shoot is CRAZY

🫧Wonnie🫧

I literally yelled cut and ran off set and all the boys are worried now

🫧Wonnie🫧

can't be doing that shit omg😭

You

I'M SORRY! YOU SHOULD KNOW I WOULDN'T WANNA BREAK UP WITH U EVER BRUH

You

LOCK IN

🫧Wonnie🫧

I'm locked and loaded bruv

You

😭😭😭😭

🫧Wonnie🫧

ok I love you and I'll see you around 11

You

I love you too MWAH xoxoxoxo i'l see you

.

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.

Now you wait. When you sent that message, It was 8 AM. Now you had to wait 15 hours until he got home.

You did a lot of bullshit. You styled some clothes for Hongjoong, answered text messages, went to the grocery store with your Mom, and cleaned your room. Shit, you even played the SZA album!

It was only 4 PM.

You still had 6 hours to go. 

You decided to take a nap. What's the worst that could happen other than fucking up your sleep schedule?

You slept six and a half hours only to wake up to Jungwon watching you sleep.

Jungwon said, "What time did you sleep last night?"

You shook your head, "I went to sleep with you."

Jungwon kissed your forehead and cuddled into bed with you. "Your Mom was cooking and asked if you wanted anything."

You shook your head, "The nap filled me up."

He smiled, "Oh yeah?"

He kissed your cheek. You turned around to cuddle into his chest, and your breathing softened. Jungwon felt so safe. He was strong, possessive, and protective.

Sometimes, he got jealous of his own members. But he never took that out on you. He was so soft with you, so cuddly.

You were his human.

Your eyes started to shut again as your mind fogged. Jungwon's hands went lower as he gripped your waist.

His fingers played with the idea of grabbing your ass.

You asked, "What time did you get here?" You yawned. Jungwon tenderly spoke, "I got here around 8. The shoot finished early. I ended up having a meal with your Mom."

You pouted, "You waited for me to wake up?"

He nodded, "Yeah. What'd you wanna talk about?"

You slid your leg between him, getting closer to his warmth. "Why haven't we had sex yet? It's been five months."

Jungwon said softly, "I wasn't aware that you wanted to have sex."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Remember the time I started humping you when we were making out? When I touched you in the car? Jesus, I literally feel you up every chance I get. I shove my hand up your shirt and unbuckled your belt."

Jungwon laughed, "You weren't kidding around? Wow. In that case, we can get to it right now."

You jolted as you looked up at him. Jungwon's eyes went dark. His smile and dimple didn't help.

Your boyfriend was always cute, but not right now.

He was sexy. He was masculine.

His breath was heavy as he said, "Wanna make out? See where it goes?"

You nodded shyly. Jungwon flipped you on to him. Now, you were on his lap as he straddled your hips.

"Wonnie, wait."

Jungwon pulled your arm so you'd fall into his chest. He kissed you deeply. His tongue slipped past your lips. When he pulled away, you let out a breathy moan.

"Ha~"

Jungwon was as hard as a rock. You pressed your forehead against his. Jungwon asked, "What? What do you want me to wait for?"

You closed your eyes as you confessed, "You'd be my first."

Jungwon kissed your neck, and you whimpered. Never has he kissed that far down before.

He kept it PG with you. You've never seen him look at you with such hungry eyes before. Jungwon let go of your arm, and his hands traveled to your ass.

His grip was rough as he squeezed. You felt your flesh jiggle back in place as he pulled away. His kisses were soft on your collarbone. 

You bit your lip as his hands lifted your shirt.

"I'm supposed to be your one and only." Jungwon looked at you seriously. You shuddered.

Jungwon lifted his shirt, and you took in his bare chest. Your breath hitched as you took in his broad shoulders. His muscles led to his neck.

You loved the way his arms flexed when he gripped your hips tighter.

You said, "You are." Jungwon smiled, "Yeah? Can you take off your shirt for me?"

You nodded. Wonnie's voice was so soft, but his eyes were so dangerous.

You pulled off your shirt, and Jungwon pulled you to his chest. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Jungwon said, "Don't be nervous. You can tell me to stop whenever you want, and I will."

You looked at his beat red ears. You could tell Jungwon was serious when he said that. You only nodded. 

Jungwon cupped your cheek. His thumb played with your bottom lip. He said, "Say it. I need spoken consent." You smiled, "I want you."

He needily groaned as he inched closer for another kiss. You jerked back and said, "You say it."

Jungwon sighed, kissing your earlobe, "Say what?"

You said, "Those three words that make me crazy."

Jungwon laughed lightly in your ear. His breath was hot against your burning ears. His voice was quiet. He whispered, "I love you, baby."

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he kissed your chest. Now, you were at the foot of the bed as he topped you. His hand slid under your bra as he played with your tits.

You bit your bottom lip as you watched him kiss your chest. He took your bra off, and your boobs popped out.

You instinctively tried to cover yourself. Jungwon's fast reflexes grabbed your wrists. He quirked an eyebrow.

Your stern boyfriend said, "Let me see you."

His eyes looked at your breast and back up at you.

Jungwon was careful as he lifted your arms above your head. He kissed your nipples, and soon he was taking your tits in his mouth.

Your moan was unexpected. You didn't expect it to sound so needy. Jungwon stared at you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You felt his tongue swirl around your nipple, and you felt your core starting to ache.

Something about the way he was looking at you, the way he was groaning a little himself.

You were TURNED ON.

You felt your hips start to rock, and Jungwon pushed your hips against the mattress. "Not yet, baby."

You whimpered as he played with your hard nipples. Jungwon started kissing down your stomach, sucking.

He had already left a hickey on your chest and neck. You were sure he was gonna leave more all over your stomach.

His finger played with your clothed core.

You gasped, feeling good. You whimpered as Wonnie's fingers hooked into your shorts. He pulled them down and replaced your clothes with kisses.

Jungwon took your panties off with the shorts. You heard them plop to the ground. His hungry breath tickled your bud.

Your hands traveled to his hair as you scrubbed his scalp. Jungwon looked up at you, "You ever masturbated before?"

You nodded, "Plenty of times."

Jungwon asked, "Anything bigger than your fingers?"

You shook your head, "I'm scared too."

He let out a long sigh. You felt like you were burdening him with this responsibility.

That changed when his mouth connected with your core. You gasped from the feelings.

Jungwon's tongue traced around your bud before sucking down harshly. You moaned loudly. Jungwon smiled against your clit.

You felt his tongue swipe between your folds as he tongued you.

His tongue is going in your hole. You pushed his head closer as he kissed your clit.

You whined when he pulled away. His hand gripped your thigh as the other one teased your opening.

You felt your pussy clench as you ached for his friction.

Jungwon stuck a singular finger inside of you. His mouth kissed around your thighs softly.

Your eyes rolled behind your eyelids as your felt him suck on a sensitive spot on your inner thigh.

After he left about ten hickeys in your thighs, his mouth was back to your pussy. He said against your core, "You taste good, honey."

You begged, "I need more."

Jungwon added another digit and picked up his pace. Your hips started to grind against him. The pain from his second finger melted into pleasure.

You said, "I can handle another finger."

Jungwon looked up at you. His eyes were so dark. "Yeah?"

You innocently nodded as you felt him stick a third finger inside your hole.

Your eyes squeezed shut in pain, but you took it. Jungwon said, "I'm bigger than these three fingers, honey."

You moaned again.

His tongue flicked your clit. His fingers stayed still in you until he felt you clench around his fingers again. He started moving inside of you.

You felt the stretch as he moved faster and faster. "Fuck."

You don't remember if it was you or him who said that.

You only remember the pleasure that coursed through your stomach. You started to shake. You confessed, "I'm gonna cum."

Jungwon smiled and said, "Cum for me, baby."

He started getting rougher as your climax came. It wasn't long before you were cumming around his fingers. He watched your face in fascination. 

His dick hardened more as he watched the way your eyebrows upturned. The way you moaned his name, your chest rising and falling at a quick pace.

He pulled his fingers out and watched your cum flow out.

Jungwon smiled, "Yeah? I made you feel that good?"

You whimpered. Jungwon was back on your lips. His mouth messily caught around yours. His tongue swiped across yours as you heavily breathed. He kissed your cheeks and asked, "You ready?"

You wrapped your legs around his waist and said, "Can I catch my breath."

He let his body weight fall on you. You let out a calm breath. Jungwon said, "Your heartbeat is fast."

You whined, "I'm nervous."

Jungwon kissed your collarbone. 

After a minute or two passed, you got your breathing regular. Jungwon's bare and warm chest rose and fell against yours. The weight of a grown man grounded you.

You said, "I'm ready."

Jungwon said, "You'll be okay. I'll be gentle."

You let him go and watched as he unbuttoned his pants. His pants dropped. You saw how hard he was through his boxers. It looked huge.

You watched as he pulled it out. His veins protruded, and white cream spilled out his tip. He finally whined, "Ha~ You look so cute."

You let out a calm breath. Jungwon inched closer as he tortured himself with your folds.

The friction of his dick rubbing against your clit caused a whine.

Jungwon said, "You're gonna be so tight."

You felt him slide himself into your hole. Your grip on his arm tightened from the pain. Jungwon was right.

He's so much bigger than three fingers.

He was slow as he pushed himself into you. He didn't stop until his tip brushed against your G-spot.

Your heart beat out of your chest. You've never been this close to anyone before.

Jungwon kissed your cheeks and sweetly said, "Tell me when to move, baby." You nodded as your eyes shut. His dick was throbbing inside you.

You knew it was taking a lot of self-restriction to stop from fucking into you. You took a slow breath, "Move."

Jungwon moved slowly. Your breaths were shaky as you tried to ease the pain.

Jungwon kissed your neck, and it helped with the pain strangely.

You let his thrust get rougher because you liked it. You liked how his dick gently hit against the gummy spot.

You were all whimpers. Jungwon babbled, "Shit, you feel so good. So tight. God, I fucking love you." His fingers rubbed soft circles over your clit. His thrusts were sharp. You wrapped your legs around him, and he cried, "Fuck. Taking me so well."

His eyes darkened as he looked you in the eyes, "You're mine."

He kissed you deeply. It was messy. Your pussy clenched around him. "Shit. S-so tight."

His hips rolled into you, and you felt this knot in your stomach. You said, "F-faster."

You were whimpering and moaning in his ear. Jungwon's hips were moving on their own. His hips went faster, rougher. 

Your pussy starts to squelch, his hips colliding with yours, causing a sound of impact.

Your back began to arch as you felt him hit into your G-spot again. It was harder than before.

You felt him move it further back, and you cried, "I'm gonna cum."

You started to shake. Your pussy clenched around Jungwon's dick as you began to cum and squirt. Jungwon moaned, "Fuck. You're squirting."

You were whimpering as Jungwon fucked you through your orgasm. You couldn't think. His thumb rubbed slowly against your clit.

Jungwon slid out and rubbed himself to a climax. He came in his hand and sighed. His grunts as he flowed through his orgasm were so hot.

He walked into your bathroom, and you heard the water run.

He came back with a warm rag and wiped you down. It wasn't long before he was cuddling into you. He said, "Let's go on a date tomorrow."

You nodded as you yawned. 

The next day, you realized your boyfriend was a freak.

He took you to an expensive restaurant and dressed you in a dark red dress that barely covered your ass.

Do you know why?

So he could stare at the hickey's he left on your neck and inner thighs.

That night ended with more sex. He was between your legs for hours. You went five rounds when he finally ached to drill into you.

Jungwon was relentless. He told you how to position yourself and didn't stop even when you couldn't take it anymore.

Jungwon was stern in the bedroom, and it was hot. It was your favorite thing to watch his eyebrows furrow as he gripped your thighs and pulled you back in.

You loved to watch him say 'no.' 

You loved him.

Ma-ki Fan Fiction on May 18th

[kaliforniahigh]

Can you write about Noah and super short reader? I'm 4'11 🥺. Maybe he walks in on reader either climbing on the counter to reach something or standing on the counter looking for a snack. He starts keeping step stools in every room.

She wears his shirts like a dress with fishnets and doc martens on the regular.

Maybe they do the tiktok trend of 'showing my dog places they've never seen' but it's you being lifted by him to see above the fridge and other high places 😂

Ok, so a good while back I wrote about this exact same thought and someone made a drawing of Noah picking reader up so she can look over the fridge, but I can't find it for the life of me :((((( Anyways, I love this concept soo much!!!

Warnings: this is just fluff!

WC: 1.4k (a shortie, like the reader)

My requests are closed for now!

Noah has walked in on you climbing on things to reach somewhere or something way too many times. He's always made a mental note to keep a little step stool for you, to avoid the risks of you falling, but he actually never got around to it.

Deep down, he knows it's because he loves helping you. Loves thinking that you can rely on him to always do this one thing for you.

But, one day, he had to draw the line. You were cleaning his room, dusting the shelves and the frames he kept on the wall. The thing is, he hung them too high for you to reach, so, without thinking twice, you rolled his computer chair to where you needed it, and stepped on top of it.

You were humming some random tune under your breath, when you heard an alarmed voice behind you.

"Are you out of your mind?"

You got startled and felt the chair start to swivel and roll to the side, making you lose balance. Before you could fall to the floor, Noah was beside you, grabbing you by the hips and landing you on the ground safely.

"Oh my God! Why did you have to scare me?", you scolded him, giving him a little slap on the shoulder, trying to regain your composure after almost faceplanting on the floor.

"Why on earth would you stand on top of a rolling computer chair?", he questioned you, voice exasperated and eyes still wide from your almost accident.

"I was trying to clean the frames", you pointed to the various frames on the wall to get your point across.

"I saw that! But you need to be more careful. God knows what would've happened of I didn't catch you", he was still agitated, and that was agitating you.

"I would've been fine! I almost fell because YOU scared me!", you gestured with your hands, voice becoming a little louder.

Noah sighed out loud, rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

"Ok, maybe I shouldn't have startled you, but your idea was not the brightest", he tried to reason.

"I'm used to doing this. I've had to climb stuff my whole life to reach certain things", you turned around to resume your cleaning when Noah grabbed you by the hips.

"I'm sorry, ok? I don't mean to be a dick", he put both hands on your shoulder and started to massage them. "It's just that I worry about your well-being"

You relaxed into his touch, the tenseness leaving your body instantly.

"I know that. But the word is a very different place for someone who's 4'11''. You're 6'4'', things are way easier for you", you didn't mean to complain, but you did huff a little when you said this out of frustration.

"I know, I know", he pecked you on the lips. "I'm sorry, ok?", he looked you in the eyes, wanting you to know that he was being sincere.

"It's ok, I forgive you", you circled your arms around his middle and rested your cheek on his clothed chest. "I'm never standing on top of a rolling chair ever again".

"Not, you're not. Because I'm getting you a step stool instead", said and you whined.

"Noah, no. That's embarassing", you frowned at the ideia. You weren't a 12 year old anymore.

"What's more embarassing, a step stool, or going to the hospital, looking like a fool, because you fell from a chair?", he raised both of his eyebrows at you, as if to challenge you. You thought for a minute, but you knew he was right.

"Ok, you can get me a step stool. But it has to be foldable so I can hide it, and I won't step on it if people are watching", he smiled at your remarks, but actually impressed that you gave in so easily.

"I'll still grab things for you when I'm around", he put both hands on your back, rubbing them up and down.

"You better", you rested your head against him once again. "I'm tired of cleaning, you stressed me out. Let's go lay on the couch".

He laughed at your jab at him, but grabbed you by the hand, leading you out of the room, switching the light off and closing the door behind you.

"Let's go. I can grab you some snacks from the top shelf", you slapped him lightly on the back, as he expected, and his laugh only intensified. He couldn't see you you, but you were also sporting a big smile on your face.

"I want the Doritos"

Everything has been going well since you made your deal with Noah. The day after the almost accident, he went out and bought you the step stool, and you've been biting your tongue to admit that it was actually a great decision.

One day, when you were laying on the couch, casually strolling on your phone, you heard Noah coming down the stairs. He was working on some songs on his computer - or that's what you thought he was doing - and you usually left him alone for that.

He stood in front of you, and you looked at him over the top of your phone. He didn't say anything, but he had a smile on his face that you weren't sure if you liked. Locking you phone and dropping it on your lap, you asked:

"What?"

"I saw this trend on TikTok and I wanted to do it with you", he had an expression on his face that told you you might not like this.

"Noah, you don't even have TikTok"

"I have a TikTok", he said this a little lower, hoping you wouldn't hear it.

"You have a TikTok?"

"I do", he averted his gaze from you.

"Since when do you have a TikTok?", you asked. He was unbelivable.

"That's not important right now. Have you seen this trend where owners pick their dogs up to show them places they haven't seen before?"

"Yes, I have. It's adorable", you answered and side-eyed him at the same time.

"I wanted to do it with you", he said and waited for your answer. You just looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"Are you comparing me to a dog?", you deadpanned, and saw his expression change immediately.

"No, baby, of course not. I just thought it would be cute"

"Yeah", you hummed, as if in thought". "It would actually be cute", you agreed.

"So you'll let me do it?", he asked, but was already opening his camera app on his phone.

"Yeah, I will, but we won't post it", you said, getting uo from the couch.

"What do you want to see first?", he asked.

"The top of the fridge", you walked to the kitchen and he followed after you. You positioned yourself and Noah propped the phone on the wall behind the fridge, the phone sitting on top of it.

"Ok, so I'll grab you by the hips and lift you up", he instructed and you nodded.

He tried picking you up the first time, but you started giggling, remembering the dog videos you watched. The movement threw him off and you landed back on your feet.

"What's so funny?", he asked, looking at you.

"I'm just remembering the dog videos. They look so confused, it's so funny", you giggled once more.

"Ok, I'll try it again", he picked you up once more and you were finally able to see on top of the fridge. When you saw it though, you let out a big gasp.

"What is it?", Noah asked you.

"Oh my God, Noah. It's so dusty up in here. I need to clean this right now", you exclaimed, running your finger over the top and seeing the trail of dust it left behind.

"You gotta show me other places right now, because our house is dirty and I didn't even know it", you said and made your way to the bathroom. "C'mon, you gotta show me the top of the bathroom's upper cabinet"

Noah didn't even know what to say, he just followed after you, with a smile on his face at how absolutely adorable you were.

So the day went by like this, him showing you the top part of places and you insisting you clean them. But he didn't let you use the step stool this time, adamant on holding you, using the excuse that he didn't go to the gym, so this was him working on his biceps.

You were more than happy to feel the tight grip of his big hands around your waist.

[lovelytsunoda]

bah humbug! (well, that's too strong) | liam lawson

summary: she really wants to feel the christmas spirit. the only problem? this year, she can't seem to find it.

pairing: liam lawson x female!reader

warnings: inspired loosely by certain bars of 'christmas wrapping' by the waitresses, reader wears glasses! my girl is just a lil' stressed about the holidays

author's note: originally this was supposed to be a totally different fic but i've really been struggling to feel the christmas spirit this year and i think i like this idea much more than my original idea because it feels more authentic :)

“liam, have you seen my glasses? I need them to drive!”

“kitchen counter, babe! and I thought I was driving?”

she poked her head into the kitchen, where Liam was double checking the fridge for the food items they promised they’d contribute to the family christmas dinner. one apple pie, one tray of lemon potatoes ready to go into the oven.

“I thought I could drive back. that way you can have a few beers with my dad.” she suggested, grabbing her glasses case from the counter before pressing a quick kiss to liam’s lips.

quick as a flash she was gone again, off to the christmas tree to run inventory on her family gifts.

“hang on, hang on.” liam groaned, grabbing her hand. “I thought we’d stay over this year. this way, I can have a few beers, and you don’t have to drive at night. "

he knew his misspoke when he saw the panic in her eyes. all he had tried to do was lessen the stress, but he feared he may have just increased it.

you see, y/n loved christmas, but this year the holiday had caused her nothing but stress. between changed plans, cooking failures and the pressure she was under at work, all she had been able to manage this year was a few fleeting moments of christmas cheer instead of the monthlong joy she was used to. this year, she couldn't even force it.

"okay, we can revisit it later. i know you love your family, but i also know they can be a lot." liam said, his voice soft as he ran his thumb over her pulse. "everything is already by the door. i've got it covered, and all you need to do today is relax."

she smiled weakly, eyes pricking with tears as she thought about how kind and gentle her boy was being. "thank you. that's really thoughtful."

"anything you need, and i'm your man." he winked, pulling her in for a hug. she nestled underneath his chin, breathing in the cologne he was wearing and feeling herself relax under his touch.

they hit the road soon after, with liam's warm hand resting reassuringly on her thigh, just under the hem of her black dress. the auckland sun was so bright that she had the sun visor in her boyfriend's honda down in front of her eyes as he merged onto the freeway.

they were listening to christmas music, but it was the calming and folksy kind that she liked, and not the garish and in your face kind on the radio.

she felt totally at peace, singing quietly along to liam gallgher's 'all you're dreaming of', running her fingertips along liam's smooth knuckles.

"you know i love you, right?" she said softly, turning to look at his side profile. he was gorgeous all the time, but specifically when he drove. he had a pair of ray-ban's perched on his nose, his white collared shirt pushed up over his elbows. she could see the veins in his arms as he switched gears, and it made her run hot.

liam looked over at her, keeping the corner of his eyes trained on the freeway. "of course. and you know i love you, don't you?"

"always." she smiled, bringing his knuckles to her lips and kissing them softly.

her parents' house was a mess of soul music and cooking, the smells of stuffing, gingerbread and melted butter enveloping her like a comforting hug as she walked over the threshold, liam's arm draped over her waist to pull her close. her nephew was running around the kitchen with his nerf gun, her sister's border collie barking at her reflection in the mirrored christmas ornaments.

it was chaotic and occasionally stressful, but being here today brought her immense peace. she went around the living room, saying her hellos before helping herself to a mug of hot chocolate, and a beer for liam.

liam took both drinks from her, wordlessly placing them on a side table before pulling her in for a dance. she giggled shyly, resisitng the urge to hide her face as her lover gently swayed their bodies to rod stewart and dolly parton, who were crooning baby its cold outside in the background.

she rested her head on liam's shoulder, relaxing into his hold. when the song ended, they were still rocking side to side, too wrapped up in each other to notice until the dog began to bark at them, and her cousins started clapping.

liam pecked her on the forehead before the pair settled in on the leather couch to watch everybody open presents. of course, the little kids went first, her two nephews overjoyed with their new marvel toys.

when it was her turn, her m other passed her a box decorated in floral scrapbooking paper, a golden bow tied around it. she opened the box, pulling out a crisp white album with a white lace bow on the front. she flipped through it, liam's arms around her waist and his chin on her shoulder as he looked with her at the pages upon pages of pressed photos and card cutouts.

"mum, is this every picture i've ever sent you of me and liam?"

her mom smiled. "and a few that your father and i took. i figured you could show it to your kids one day."

"that's really sweet, mrs. y/l/n." liam smiled, tenderly and sincerely. "it's beautiful."

the book opened with the first picture that yn had ever sent her parents of her and liam. they were sitting next to each other at a steakhouse in auckland, and liam was looking at her with such a lovestruck expression in his eyes that she thought she would melt.

it was the first time anybody had ever looked at her like that.

later that night, after dinner and dessert and her cousin's drunken toast, she was sitting outside on the patio, watching the sun set over the water. she had a wine colored cardigan over her dress, and a border collie curled up in her lap. one of her airpods was in, playing some music that was decidedly un-christmassy, but was helping her decompress from the stress of the day, the week and the year.

liam knocked against the open patio door, waiting for her to turn around. "hey, i'm looking for the most beautiful girl at this party? i think she's wearing a sexy little black dress and ankle boots, but i can't seem to find her."

she smiled over at him, getting out of her chair. the dog in her lap bounded over to liam, jumping up on her hind legs and trying to get him to scratch her behind the ears. "just needed a minute to myself. care to join me?"

"of course."

liam sat down in the wicker chair she had just vacated, humming contentedly as she settled in his lap. he pulled her warm body against his, keeping her safe and close by. he dotted kisses along her shoulder blade as they sat there quietly, watching the sun go down and enjoying each other's company.

"we can still stay over, if you want. my dad will probably make us leave the door open, though."

"are you sure? i've only had one beer, i can drive us home." liam asked gently, thumb rubbing circles over her skin. "if your social battery is dead, i don't think we should push it."

she looked back at him, a smile on her face. "yeah, i'm sure. they may be nuts, but they're my family and i love them. besides, jake is taking the kids back home tonight, so it will be quieter come eight thirty."

"i love those little dudes."

"i can tell. you still have a nerf dart stuck to your shoulder."

liam frowned, watching as she reached over his back to unstick the suction cup. "how did that get there?"

"my nephew is a menace, that's how." she laughed before kissing him. "merry christmas, liam."

"merry christmas, pretty girl." liam beamed, kissing her cheek. "but we might want to stay out here a little longer. your cousin got the karaoke machine out and your mom is trying to get me to sing crocodile rock with her."

[blood-orange-juice]

Inspired by a discord discussion.

I keep seeing characters from snowy places portrayed as unbothered by cold or missing it, and every time I remember that it's completely counterintutive if you didn't grow up in freezing temperatures

So I thought I should write this post.

We are very bothered by cold. We are way more bothered by cold than southerners. Being bothered is what keeps you safe. Warmth is a resource.

There are few lucky people who simply never get cold (mostly guys of endomorph body type) but it's not a given and generally northerners start to complain and wear warm coats at the tiniest hint of cold.

Humans can only adjust up to a certain threshold.

For example, Irish and British winters allow you to ignore weather almost completely (you'll be miserable but you'll probably live), so there's a culture of stoicism, not heating your house above 16-18°C (60-65°F), wearing shorts and sandals (and a Very Big Scarf) when it's snowing and all that.

(I quickly got used to leaving the bathroom window open at 4°C when I was living there. who cares really)

So there's a common misconception that you can do the same with even colder weather.

However, once you are past that adjustment threshold (for most people it takes as little as -5..0°C/23..32°F lasting for more than a month per year) there can be no special built-in resistance to that type of cold (unless you are a yogi or a Taoist monk), instead you learn a bunch of behaviours that help you. You start to preserve warmth religiously.

You also start to differentiate between types of being cold and avoid some of them (some build up over time and it wears you down, so it's best to avoid them entirely). Anything that drops your core temperature (this is noticeable long before you start shivering, shivering is the equivalent of fire alarm) is a huge no. Fingers getting a bit numb from building a snow castle is nothing major though.

It can be hard to unlearn that even if you moved to a warmer place years ago.

Stoic northern characters who have moved to a warmer country are very likely to Complain About The Cold.

They'll start wearing coats at higher temperatures than southerners (because, well, the weather might get worse, or you might stay outside longer than you planned, or move less).

upd: it won't be a conscious thought (they are dressed for the weather, all right?), they will only notice it through being surprised how lightly is everyone else dressed or by others being surprised by their warm coats

They'll get cold hands more often because their body panics at the tiniest signs of cold and diverts blood to the centre (my first impression of the Irish was how warm everyone was when we shook hands. I'm the same now).

Most will heat their houses to the point where it's possible to walk around in a t-shirt no matter how cold it is outside (those who don't will comment "thank gods that people don't do that in your country, I hated it back home").

They'll whine at +5°C (40°F).

Apart from heavier clothes they'll have a bunch of weird habits like Walking Really Fast when the weather is bad (it's for when you don't want to wear heavier clothes).

They might have a fondness for scarves and good winter shoes (warm shoes and a warm hat are even more important than a warm coat. the lack of hats in fantasy upsets me. scarves are less important but they are pretty).

When locals get surprised they'll reply with "yes, but this is *damp* cold, *dry* cold is different" (it's more complicated than that but this answer usually stops further questions, so we go with that).

It's not like they are actually less cold-resistant, they just take cold more seriously.

At the same time they can be weirdly unbothered by things that freak some of the southerners out because they know how their body deals with low temperatures and which things have no consequences.

(it's not something that you learn from books, it's practical knowledge of what you personally can get away with. for example, I often get completely numb thighs during winter walks, takes an hour to start feeling anything when I get home. but I know it's all right as long as my feet are warm and my core temperature is within normal range)

They also won't suffer consequences when it gets truly cold, while more nonchalant southerners won't notice when they get borderline hypothermic or just cold enough to get sick.

They'll probably consider -30°C (-22°F) exciting. It becomes enjoyable again, because the outside world is now a death zone and there's some macabre fun in resisting it. Oh, and your eyelashes get covered in frost and it looks dope. What's not to like.

Kids will make a point to eat ice cream outside in -30°C (no, they won't get sick from it). I can't explain it, it just works like that.

Generally people from colder countries are not bothered by cold if they can return to a warm place soon enough, it's the prolonged exposure to cold (even mild) they are worried about. Going out for a smoke without a coat is common.

If they are still in a cold country, it's also a bit different from what you expect.

There's a trope of drinking to keep warm. It doesn't work like that. You can drink alcohol to feel warm but not to keep warm and it's an important difference. When it's cold your body's proper response is to constrict blood vessels and to divert blood flow from extremeties to slow down the loss of warmth. Alcohol reverts that.

This means it's perfectly appropriate to drink eggnog or mulled wine at a fair (when you are supposed to get to warmth soon enough, so the illusion of not being cold is not harmful) or hard spirits when you get back from the cold (it will help you warm up faster), but not if you are staying in a cold place. During a hike through winter woods a thermos with sweetened tea and fatty food are your best friends.

Some won't know it and get drunk and frostbitten/hypothermic. People are stupid.

Food gets weird, fats start to seem even tastier than usual. People in Antarctic expeditions are known to crave sticks of butter. In certain weather sandwiches with frozen lard are delicious.

Anything can and will be made into tea.

Some tropes I personally disagree with.

Pain. Pain levels depend on the weather. Cold eases any kind of external pain (cuts or burns) but makes worse anything internal (broken bones, cramps, most headaches).

Hypothermia feels nothing like peacefully falling asleep. It's the most miserable state I've ever experienced, psychological trauma doesn't even come close.

Well, maybe there are people who do fall asleep but other people I've talked to seem to share my experience.

I'm not sure how exactly it works, I think it messes up your self-regulation, since most chemicals in your body require a certain temperature range to work properly. Basically you become Not Yourself. Your emotions go whack (usually it's either extreme self-pity or extreme anger). It feels awful and I hope you never get to experience it.

Most of us don't really miss cold.

Well, some perverts do, but there's a general consensus that cold is awful.

We do miss some things that only happen during cold days though. The stillness and the quiet or how pretty snow looks. How bright the stars are on a clear night. The colour of sunsets and twilight sky when it's freezing.

(in my opinion, the best experience happens around -5°C, it's already pretty but the world is not a death zone yet)

There's also an appreciation of contrast with things that are Not Snow.

Walking from the cold into a greenhouse with orchids.

Watching a blizzard rage outside your window while you sit in warmth with a cup of tea.

Jumping into a lake straight out of a sauna (then going back. do not do that if you have a heart condition).

Fireplaces. Holiday food. Mulled wine. Saffron in pastry.

There's also a lot of beauty in the world that is frozen. I keep stumbling upon the fact no one around me shares these experiences anymore and it saddens me.

The xylophone sound of first ice being broken by a passing boat.

Sea moving under the ice — when it's not too thick it rises and falls like some large animal breathing.

The whale-song-like sounds of ice cracking on large lakes.

There's a very special mood of waiting for first snow. The world is too cold and dark without it and then you wake up one night from the sudden quietness (snow muffles all sounds) and you know it's there even before you look out of the window,

There's the exhiliration of spring. The moment when the wind starts to have a scent — thawing snow smells a bit like watermelons but clearer. Winter smells like nothing at all.

The first tiny yellow flowers in mud. They are our hanami.

(I don't think anyone in Europe truly appreciates spring if they are not from Nordic or Baltic countries)

There's a certain attunement to the scent of ice too. Like that barely perceptible tingle in the air in late September, long before you can see any ice.

I feel the scent of ice when there's wind from the right part of the Atlantic. No one ever notices but it's there. I love it. It's nostalgic in a way.

But it's never missing the cold itself for me. For very few people it is, I think.

*

This is, of course, personal perspective and my experience is not universal. I'm a person from a continental climate with harsh winters and hot summers and a city dweller with occasional visit to country houses and a tiny bit of mountaineering experience.

An indigenous person from a place with barely any summer or a character from a fantasy everwinter country will probably differ from me.

There are, after all, simply people who genuinely love cold. A lot of them. It is, however, not the default northerner's experience.

But hey, it's still more complex than it's usually written.

*

If you want to read something focused on winter descriptions, there's Smilla's Sense of Snow by Peter Høeg.

It's hauntingly beautiful prose and the main character is from Greenland.

‘It’s freezing, an extraordinary -18 °C, and it’s snowing, and in the language which is no longer mine, the snow is qanik – big, almost weightless crystals falling in stacks and covering the ground with a layer of pulverized white frost.’

And then there's Moominland Midwinter. I think it gets better when you read it as an adult and it's probably still the best thing I have ever read about winter solstice.

Anyway.

I think we need more good winter stories.

[xiepheer]

Hi you know i really love your fics and stuff so can you do this when Y/N is taking both her boyfriend and girlfriend aka Red Velvet Cookie and Pastry Cookie for this meeting her parents “aka the Beast's but Eternal Sugar Cookie and Silent Salt Cookie aren't in the game yet let's just go with Mystic Flour Cookie Burning Spice Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie If you want to of course you can do their minions too have a good night sleep and a good lunar eclipse :3

Meeting

Hello everyone! Biggest apologies that I haven't uploaded for DAYS!

I was just so busy with school works and deadlines are running fast!

I hope this is okay!

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Now being the Beast's daughter/son is gonna be different.

First things first, they would be very protective of you.

And that includes the person you hang out with.

And now since you've got a lover, you think it's for them to meet up and let you know what they think about your lover.

And your lover would of course need the approval of your parent.

They would of course be shocked that you have one without telling them.

Now they would eventually know fi you don't intend to tell them but surely they will approve.

Maybe.

Burning Spice cookie

Female:

Now as a teenager, you've grown to feel things around especially in high school.

Now your father, Burning Spice, and though he's isn't your biological father, he would of course protect his daughter.

You thought about letting Red Velvet cookie meet your father to see if he'll get your father's approval.

So you talked to him about this.

"Your father! The Great Destroyer?! Oh hell no! He would offer me a death match!"

Red Velvet exclaimed while you held his hands to reassure him.

"No no! It's okay! I'll try to convince him to NOT kill you! I promise! I'm just gonna see if he's gonna approve you"

You said, holding up your pinky to him like a 5 year old making a promise to another.

Red Velvet just smiled softly and hoped for the best and hoped for the approval of your father.

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The day of meeting, you had told your father to dress casually for dinner and he did.

Shirtless as always.

He claims it's itchy to wear clothes and he claimed it's to flex off to the ladies.

"Dad, can't you just be casual for once?"

You said, holding a shirt up to him only to earn a grunt from him.

"This IS how I casually dress up.. Clothes are itchy and a mess."

Burning Spice cookie grunted. Folding his arms and staring down at you.

"Who's this fella you want me to meet anyways? Is it someone who destroys or wants to fight?"

He asked with a brow raised.

Even though he is the Great Destroyer, he seems harmless.

For now.

You were hoping he wouldn't lunge at Red Velvet and start attacking him.

"Well Its a surprise...!"

You said. Quite nervous.

You also knew how he would go feral to heat you had a boyfriend all along and didn't tell him.

Which will make him want to destroy your boyfriend even more.

You were hoping he wouldn't do anything and act casually.

Rare word and rare act you would see from him.

Casual.

Literally every event he goes to, there was not a time when he just stood there casually but instead caused even more chaos.

Which is why only few gives invitation to events in Earthbread.

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You were walking with Red Velvet, on the way to the temple of your father.

You could see he was quite nervous and was praying to whatever God is out there to just hope it's not his doomsday today.

As you walked, you rubbed his hand to reassure him.

He felt at ease at your attempt to comfort him and smiled softly before looking ahead.

Now you were both standing in front of the temple.

Many stairs...

When you two made it, you saw your father at his throne.

"So..."

Burning Spice cookie's voice boomed throughout the silent temple.

"You have been the one to pull my daughter huh? For what possible reason could you be useful to the throne?"

Burning Spice cookie stared down not at you, at him.

Intensely.

You could see Red Velvet sweating.

Hoping the right words comes out instead of the wrong.

"Oh uhh I could be a great man for her! I'll help her, do anything for her!"

Red Velvet stuttered nervously.

Burning Spice cookie just stated and thought for a moment before letting out a laugh.

"Ahahahah! Very well then. If you really are with it, then prove it!"

Burning Spice cookie laughed and Red Velvet's world sank deeper than the ocean where the legendary Sea Fairy rests.

"Accepting and hoping they can be a great opponent In the future."

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(Gyys since I lost the motives, I gotta make the two Hcs :( I'm so soeryy!)

Mystic Flour cookie

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Female:

Mystic Flour cookie meeting your girlfriend is not something she thought would happen.

At first, she was confused. Boyfriend? You want her to meet your boyfriend?

You want her, a flour turning beast to meet your loved one?

You weren't afraid to find out she could just turn him into flour when he glanced at her eyes?

And of course you, being her stubborn daughter, you would of course not care so....

When you walked your boyfriend, he was nervous.

Why?

Cause he knows your mother, can turn people into flour.

But since Mystic Flour isn't the type of mom that would just turn random cookies especially her daughter's loved one into flour, she promised to not turn your loved one into flour.

Hopefully.

When they finally met, the air around was awkward.

Red Velvet could feel Mystic Fliur's gaze on him even if with her eyes closed.

He was starting to get nervous with the staring but soon enough, Mystic Flour cookie made the decision to accept your boyfriend.

Accepting because she knows it's the way you are and she couldn't force you to be lovers with a person oyu dislike.

Male:

Now when you told your girlfriend, Pastry cookie that she would be meeting Mystic Flour cookie, she just nodded.

Now I feel like she would would be a fan of Mystic Flour cookie and therfore wouldn't feel afraid unlike Red Velvet.

Now on the way to your home where the master of the ivory Pagoda lives, you see her clutching her book.

Now she DID mention that she loves Mystic Flour cookie and is a fan, you decided to let her meet your mother.

The first time you dated, she didn't even know your mother was Mystic Flour cookie.

When they finally met, you could see her excitement and yet trying to stay composed.

They both got along well and they both agreed to be in good terms.

Your mother accepted that she will be a good girlfriend to you as I feel like they both share the same interests.

"I hope accepting your loved one will make you accept me"

Shadow Milk cookie

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Female:

Now being Shadow Milk cookie's daughter and having a boyfriend, is not something I think the clown would like.

Despite being the master of deceit, he still believed to protect you form anyone who tends to cause harm.

Lovers included.

Why?

It's because he didn't want you to be hurt like he was in the past by the same cookies who he'd vowed to protect.

And now, he find out you have a lover and promised to not turn him into a puppet.

Hopefully.

And now since that jester is a clown like host for shows, he would definitely host a show for you and your lover as a introduction.

After, he would talk to your boyfriend to see if he get his approval.

Red Velvet on the other hand, he tried to act casually when the master of deceit, the fount of knowledge was in front of him.

Praying he doesn't get killed by your father or get caught in his strings.

After a long chit-chat, your father eventually accepted you dear lover only because he saw that he wasn't lying about you.

They would definitely be buddies only if he lies.

But of course he won't lie to you.

Because if he did, oh he would be the next puppet you would see in his puppet show.

Male:

Now you, telling your girlfriend she hast to meet you father made her feel a little unease.

She sees Shadow Milk cookie like a demon.

I also forgot to mention that she also sees Burning Spice cookie that ways and the knly exception is Mystic Flour cookie.

Now her meeting your father, she mad sure to bring her Bible with her.

Cause yknow how religious she is.

She could even read the Bible to him if she could but she knows it'd be boring to Shadow Milk.

Now, giving your dear lover a tour in the spire, Shadow Milk finally poofs in front of you which startles you.

Shadow Milk cookie eyed her and eyed you.

Shadow Milk cookie was hoping she doesn't use you.

And since you're his only son, he would of course protect you no matter what.

Biological or not, he would protect you. All just for you.

Now your father did eventually accept her but he did tell you that she would end up as bones and in strings when she lies to you about your relationship.

"I am a liar and you are the only exception. She dares lie to you then shall face my true power of deceit."

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Hello there my dearies! I'm so sorry I have to make the two Hcs!

I just really lost the motives and I'm really tired!

I've been desperately been trying to upload but I have too much school work!

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[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

Parings → Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → Soft fluff, humor, Drunk!reader, mild language, Mob AU.

Summary → Drunk and vulnerable, you confess a lifelong desire to Tom, who surprises you with a priceless gift and quiet devotion.

A/n: @sir-this-is-a-wendys hope you like this!   

You don’t even remember how you got home.

There’s a vague memory of being with your friends, sipping sweet wine at that rooftop lounge that plays '90s R&B remixes and charges too much for olives. Someone ordered more bottles. Then someone dared you to shotgun a rosé cooler, and that’s when it all went downhill.

Now? You're curled up on the couch in a heap of limbs and glitter at home. Your heels are off (thank God), your dress is crumpled, and there’s red wine smeared on your collarbone like some sort of gothic war paint.

You’re giggling at the fireplace. It's not even lit.

“Don’t laugh at me, Jerry,” you whisper to a wine bottle on the floor. “You’re judgmental.”

Then the front door opens.

You don’t look up. You don’t need to. That energy, the tension, the quiet hum of danger in the air, that’s only ever one person.

“Love?” Tom’s voice cuts through the silence, slow and low like thunder in velvet. He sounds tired. Confused. Annoyed, maybe.

You, however, are currently in a different reality. A wine-based alternate dimension. You frown at the stranger in the doorway.

“Who’re you?” You slur, eyes squinting suspiciously. “Are you here to take the olives too? Tell ‘em I said no.”

He walks over cautiously, crouching beside you. His dress shirt’s wrinkled, the top buttons undone, and there’s a little smudge of blood on the cuff. That should scare you normally. That should absolutely send you screaming. Instead, you blink at him and pat his cheek.

“Yer cute,” you declare. “But my boyfriend’s hotter. He’ll shoot you in the dick if you touch me.”

Tom just blinks. Then exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, darlin’…” he mutters. “You’re off your bloody rocket.”

You pout. “Am not. I'm cultured. I drink wine. I’m a woman of sophistication and secrets.”

You lift a finger like you’re about to reveal the formula for a secret recipe. “Wanna hear one?”

He humors you. “Sure.”

You scoot closer. Way too close. Your breath smells like strawberry wine and betrayal.

“I’ve always wanted this ring,” you whisper, dead serious. “Since I was like twelve. I saw it in this antique shop window once. It looks like a little crown. Delicate and sparkly, like something out of a fairytale. It’s stupid expensive, like, if-you-buy-it-you-should-go-to-jail expensive. But it’s pretty. So fucking pretty.”

You sigh dramatically. “But I never ask for stuff. I’m not that girl, y’know? I’m chill. I'm cool. I'm sexy and low-maintenance and emotionally stable. I'm not a gold digger girlfriend.”

Tom raises an eyebrow.

You continue, unfazed. “But if I was gonna ask for something stupid? It’d be that. The crown ring. It’s like… the only thing I’ve ever wanted that I didn’t get.”

There’s silence. For once. You blink slowly at him.

“Wait—are you… Tom? You kinda look like him.”

He closes his eyes for a second. “Yes. I’m Tom. Your boyfriend. The one who will shoot someone in the dick for even looking at you, remember?”

You beam. “Aw. He is so hot.”

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The Next Morning

You wake up to the devil himself pounding a drum solo inside your skull. Every sound is offensive. Every blink is a personal attack. Your mouth tastes like a dying grape.

You groan, sitting up slowly. There’s a glass of water and Advil on your nightstand.

Tom.

You blink around, trying to remember how you got home, how you got to bed, why you’re suddenly wearing his t-shirt and no memory of how it happened. You vaguely remember olives and yelling at a wine bottle named Jerry.

And something about a ring?

Before you can spiral, the door creaks open. Tom walks in, black t-shirt, joggers, still damp hair from a shower. He’s got coffee in one hand and something behind his back.

You squint. “Morning?”

“Morning, my cultured, emotionally stable woman,” he says, smirking.

You groan. “I said something stupid, didn’t I?”

“Oh, plenty,” he replies. “But one thing stood out.”

He walks to your side of the bed and places a small, black velvet box on your lap.

You freeze. Your breath catches.

Slowly, you open it.

Inside is the ring.

Your ring. The tiny crown you’d dreamed about forever. Dainty, glinting like starlight. The exact one you described through a haze of fermented sugar and poor decisions.

Your hand trembles. “How…?”

Tom shrugs. “Had my guy track down every antique dealer in the city. Showed them a shitty sketch I made on a napkin.”

You blink at him, lips parted in disbelief. “Tom, this must’ve....”

He cuts you off with a kiss to your lips. It’s firm, deliberate. Meant to quiet the storm in your head before it spirals.

When he pulls back, his voice is low, but unwavering.

“You wanted it. That’s all that matters.”

Your eyes flick down to the tiny box in your hand—the crown-shaped ring glinting inside like a secret wish come true. The kind of thing you told yourself for years was silly, too indulgent, not for someone like you.

You whisper, almost ashamed, “I was drunk.”

Tom’s expression doesn’t change. He shrugs again, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah, but drunk you finally asked for something. And I’m not about to ignore the one time you let yourself want something.”

Your throat tightens. You stare at him, ring box clutched in your hand like it might vanish. “This is insane.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, soft but smug. He tilts his head, brushing his thumb along your jaw.

“You’re dating a mob boss, darling. The insanity train left the station months ago.”

That pulls a laugh from you, watery and cracked, but real. Your heart is beating stupid fast now, and it’s not just the leftover wine. It’s him. His ridiculous devotion. The way he makes the impossible feel safe.

You glance down at the ring again, your voice smaller. “It’s perfect.”

He leans in, forehead resting gently against yours.

“So are you.”

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