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CQL music analysis part 1: Local homosexual lunatic over-analyses people singing (with spoilers)
The Untamed has 2 albums, one of which contains all the songs with vocals they had recorded for the show. While I recommend all of them, a few favourites of mine being Bu Wang (for Lan Wangji) and Woodland (for Wen Qing), I'd like to focus on the fact that only 2 of them are in the show: the classic Wu Ji and Yi Nan Ping.
It's interesting that Yi Nan Ping is the only song other than Wu Ji, the literal wangxian song, to actually appear in the show.
Considering the main characters of the show are Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, it makes sense that their joint song Wu Ji is the most well-known; especially when you add the fact that it appears at the end of every CQL episode. It also appears several times in the middle of the show (especially episode 50, where they played it about 5 times just to make it really sink in how close wangxian are). On the album it has a Xiao Zhan only edition, a Wang Yibo only edition, a chorus edition with both Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo, and a Bibi Zhou edition- it's very clear that this is a song made up of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, whether by themselves or together they are singing to and about each other.
Yi Nan Ping, however, is labelled on the album as [Interlude], as opposed to the [Theme] of Wu Ji. It's 4th from the bottom of the album. The song is recognised as Jiang Yanli's song at large by fans, which makes sense because it's heard when Jiang Yanli is onscreen, but I am going to speculate as to why it was not labelled directly as Jiang Yanli's song despite it clearly reflecting her character. The only 2 vocal tracks being Wu Ji and Yi Nan Ping was very deliberate to reflect Wei Wuxian's closest relationships. The show centers around him ultimately, it's largely in his point of view and so we hear vocal tracks in moments where he feels the most intense. For Wu Ji, it shows his relationship with Lan Wangji quite clearly, as one of his closest relationships.
My theory with Yi Nan Ping is that the reason it's not labelled Jiang Yanli's song is because it represents the bond of the Yunmeng trio itself rather than just Jiang Yanli. Jiang Yanli's loving and caring nature is presented as that which brings the 3 of them together- when she first brings her brothers back from the Yunmeng woods, consistently when she gives them lotus and pork rib soup, when she dies to protect Wei Wuxian. The lotus and pork rib soup is kinda like a motif representing when they were kids and could just play with each other, and come back to drink her soup that tastes like home. None of the actors for the characters sing in this song, the song is more like a sisterly blanket Yanli has for all of them where it represents their bond together rather than their own voices. One could also intepret it as Jiang Yanli singing, and that bringing all 3 of them together. I think it says a lot about her that she doesn't have an individual song named as being for her, but the songs she is involved in uplift the ones she loves and it becomes 'their song' rather than 'her song'.
Wu Ji, compared to Yi Nan Ping, has both the voices of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji in abundance. Focusing on the chorus version, even if Wang Yibo says less individual lines (which is quite in character for Lan Wangji), his presence in the song is always felt. When I listen to Wu Ji, it's like Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are two halves of one tiger tally, the song incomplete without each other's voices pulling through. Wu Ji requires that which Yi Nan Ping doesn't: in the sense of the characters having to mutually acknowledge and be open about their feelings, singing them out loudly to the world together. Considering Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng's relationship is frought with hidden feelings and miscommunication, Jiang Yanli's open love being what brings them together makes perfect sense- it's notable that the former 2 are only open with each other when they're forced to be at last in Guanyin temple (Wei Wuxian wouldn't have voluntarily told Jiang Cheng about the golden core operation, and Jiang Cheng never actually ended up telling Wei Wuxian why he ran away in the first place, resulting in his core loss). Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji though come clean within their first conversation after Wei Wuxian's resurrection, and have always put the effort to understand the other's position on important matters. In CQL, they're always as open about their feelings as they can manage from the get-go. Personally, I feel this sets up a dichotomy between Wei Wuxian's 2 closest relationships- that with the Jiang siblings and that with Lan Wangji.
Furthermore, where Yi Nan Ping reminisces about the past consistently (the most notable refrain in the chorus being, 'Can you still hear someone calling out âA-Xianâ?', using the first online translation I could find by radishtears), Wu Ji reminisces vaguely about the past but always comes back to looking to the future (repeating, 'Why not soar high and free as a bird with the winds and waves, and sing this one song together to the world?', courtesy the genius lyrics translation). Yi Nan Ping is always a soft, comforting echo representing Wei Wuxian's past with the Jiang siblings and Wu Ji boldly looks to his future with Lan Wangji. They represent very different relationships and carry different connotations to a current Wei Wuxian, but they are the most important relationships to him to the point that they have vocal tracks directly present in the web series.
#the untamed#cql#cql meta#music analysis#or atleast an attempt at it#wei wuxian#lan wangji#jiang yanli#jiang cheng#yunmeng trio#wangxian#twin prides of yunmeng#bear in mind that I am not a music genius or anything#nor do I know Chinese so I can't translate any of the original lines myself either#so let me know if anything went super-wrong#did anyone catch my mdzs reference in the title#I was quite proud of that#analysis time by me so I can track them in my tags#analysis#my take#xiao zhan#wang yibo#I may be reading into this a bit too much#also hats off to lin hai for composing these songs#and also the bgms#I am in debt#they keep me going#prayers for him to be the next top heavenly official of music#wu ji#yi nan ping
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After a few hunger strikes and health worries, baby girl has finally started eating regularly and putting on weight. She was a very good girl and held still today while I weighed her- normally she's a wiggle worm who is unusually talented at hitting the tare (reset scale) button.
Whenever Scoria is out her sister Sakura watches us very carefully. At first, she didn't trust me and acted like she had some bad experiences with humans before I got her. At that time Scoria was the only being in existence she felt safe with and could flee to when she was frightened, so it's no wonder Sakura worried over her when I had her out, and thoroughly checked her over when I put her back in her enclosure.
Her look isn't one of fear and worry anymore though. Now she has one of curiosity. Of learning. When she sees me hold Scoria, she wants to try it too. When she watched me gently cup my hand around her sister, she wanted to try hiding in a "hand cave" too. And after seeing Scoria and I cuddle, she bravely came out the next morning, curled up and snuggled me for a few minutes.
It's quite the experience living with these two sweet girls who care so very much about each other, and seeing how they think and even change their thoughts and actions over time. It's also really neat to see how they both learn from watching, and trust each other's judgement.
Honestly I think people don't give snakes enough credit as far as intelligence and empathy/care are concerned. There's still so much about them we don't know, and I'm amazed by the things they show me.
#pets#snakes#hognoses#sisters#cute#I think a lot about what humans âknowâ about keeping this species is wrong#unless my girls are an anomaly#but I don't think so#I think hoggies are just this way#and some can benefit from friends#just like rattle snakes!#Sakura's life has drastically improved since Scoria became a part of it#and she knows it#she cares more about the well being of her sister than anything else#when Scoria isn't around Sakura is a much more timid fearful snake#but if her sister is near and relaxed#Sakura is calm and relaxed too#and super sweet and friendly#she's trying to learn to be brave#and Scoria knows too#Scoria will help me and let me pick them both up#So her sister feels safe#when I set Scoria down in the enclosure to focus on a wiggly Sakura#Scoria almost went off to play but changed her mind to watch us a few minutes to make sure we were alright together#before doing her own things#they aren't just mindless things roaming around aimlessly#they have thoughts emotions and feelings#and an understanding that their friends have thoughts and feelings too#the level of understanding I see amazes me#sometimes I think humans write animals like snakes off because they can't communicate this in plain English
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People be like "merry Christmas" meanwhile I'm over here uncovering new depths of my trauma
#yeah so apparently I experienced csa and I'm honestly not processing that super well#i started just telling people about stuff that happened that i never want to talk about#and they were like 'uh yeah thats csa im sorry you went through that' đ#like wdym that was csa?? ahhhdjdj ah djdhdgd#in all seriousness though I've gad a lot of very painful realizations about this lately#like the fact that people knew and not only let it happen but actively tried to allow it to continue#and prevent people who actually try to do anything about it from finding out. including me! i was told it was all normal#like 'oh yes this is all normal. but also dont tell anyone this.'#'not because its wrong but because theyll get the wrong idea'#god. i can't comprehend it#i never thought it was sa because ive always been asexual. i couldnt think of any motive so i just didnt know#i didn't have any grasp of what sexuality was in general. i thought it was like a social construct or a game i was sometimes bad at#i still don't understand. i hate how when i think about it all i feel like a little kid again
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#my friend and i broke up#she's still on w the whole 'i have this' malingering and attention seeking behaviour and i tried to be sympathetic but she shut me out#her parents apparently even let her see a psychiatrist (that shit's expensive) and she did but she got a different dx now she's mad#and she doesn't want to see a counsellor. i sent her resources for what she (thought) she had and she won't even look at em#she said it's 'big psychiatry' so she didn't trust it?? i wish i was making this up#the links i sent weren't even affiliated with any doctors or psychiatrists!!#they were literally support links and pages from a reputable site for people with this disorder and pages that helped confirm if you had it#SHE REFUSED TO LOOK AT ANYTHING#SHE ONLY WANTED TO SEE THINGS THAT REINFORCED HER DELUSION#heLLO YOU YOURSELF WANTED TO SEE A PSYCHIATRIST NOW ALL OF A SUDDEN BC YOU GOT THE WRONG ANSWER ITS A NO??#i feel like i'm going to be sick i feel horrible#i'm angry and hurt and frustrated and i don't know how to help her outta this so i feel like a useless pos#i'm so done?? done done done#the sad thing is i can't even tell 100 percent if she's actually sure she has something based on super wrong symptoms or#if she's intentionally faking#i just went thru and blocked a lot of blogs too..#because i'm starting to notice a LOT of this on tumblr too and it jumps out like a sore thumb now esp in certain communities#idk if i have it in me to see all these people in the same exact boat whether it's intentional or they actually don't get what's goin on#i'm not using certain community/label tags in my posts anymore and taking em out of my previous posts#mental health cw#rant#vent#tbd#malingering cw#munchausen cw
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so my younger cousin is flying in to visit from brazil on sunday, and will be staying here for like, the entirety of july. which, don't get me wrong, is super cool! i love the kid! but it felt like a super weird move, considering his parents are the SUPER strict and borderline helicopter parents. even the smallest prank/roughousing with him/his little sister would lead to a strict talking to from his parents, he couldn't ever do anything without their clear permission, that sort of stuff. so letting him fly at alone at 16 to a whole different country and stay there for a whole month seemed WILDLY out of character. additionally, it just felt like a super last-minute trip. it's not like we have any plans to do when he gets here, and the flight itself and stuff only got booked like, midway through june.
and i was talking to my mom about it, kind of trying to nudge some answers out of her, and after a while she went, "yeah, i think they're sending him over here to get away for his boyfriend. see if the distance breaks them off." which, first of all, surprised me because last i checked, they didn't KNOW he had a boyfriend. literally everyone in the family did EXCEPT for them because while that entire side of the family being semi-conservative, his parents (mostly his dad) are EXTREMELY old-fashioned. so clearly something already went wrong. and considering the only reason the rest of the family knew is because one person found out and it spread like wildfire, i have a sneaking suspicion he wasn't the one to tell them, either.
and second of all. they're sending him HERE. to try to make him forget his homosexuality. i couldn't do anything but just wordlessly gesture to the multiple pride flags scattered around my room, then to myself, because really? he has like two other cousins in the us and they're sending him to me? honey i am about to introduce this kid to queer scenes you have never even heard of. he'll be returning home with labels only shrimp can perceive
#icarus speaks#i fully believe she's correct btw#they are. not the brightest people. and honestly probably believe this is something that could work#cause i can see the logic of get him away and hopefully he'll realize it's a phase. which is Likely what they think#but oh honey you have a big storm coming#side note this is the SECOND time someone's been outed without permission on that side of the family đ#bitches learned of my transgenderism SO quickly#also even if that's NOT why they sent him here. i will still be rocking his world#they have given me Infinite Power and i will use it to make this kid's life as queer as physically possible
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Lowlifes [M] Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader Tags: 11.5k, f2l, smut, fluff, humor, foundfamily, gang?au, 18+ Summary: Seungcheol grows tired of watching you fool around with a string of loser boyfriends and steps in when an ex shows up somewhere he's not welcome which unravels years of feelings lost in translation. Warnings: SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI!! mxf unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, lots of making out both in public and private, lots of touching, holding, soft manhandling, language, physical violence, mentions of injuries, broken bones, etc. not super detailed but very much implied they are in an illegal crime crew/gang/ring whatever. people are drinking in the bar and getting lit bc it's big dawg dk's bday ok. i think that covers it.
Seungcheol knows he should mind his business and heâs well aware that you can handle your own problems because you take great pleasure in reminding him of your capabilities.
That doesnât mean heâs not watching out of the corner of his eye as youâre pacing back and forth at the far end of the bar. Your phone is glued to your ear and youâre obviously upset, throwing your free hand in the air with a string of expletives falling from your lips so clearly that he doesnât have to hear you to make them out. Itâs obvious whoâs on the other end of that call and just knowing youâre still speaking to your ex irks his nerves.
He drinks down the remainder of his beer as he continues monitoring from a distance, running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip with thinly veiled irritation.Â
When you hang up the phone, mid-sentence, it takes everything in you not to turn and drive your fist through the wall. All the pretty promises and apologiesâŠyou knew they were empty. You knew he would disappoint you yet again. Youâre more angry with yourself for being stupid enough to hope heâd come through for once but instead of being here with you and your friends, trying to work shit out, heâs running with his new crew.Â
Things were always tumultuous with Jae and never going to work out, which you knew very early on, but you just loathe being wrong when you give someone a chance. It was a foolâs hope to think he might turn it around and make you feel better about letting him into your life to begin with.
The truth of the matter was that Jae just wanted to be a part of your crew and when they refused to let him in, he went and found another and tried to drag you along with him. There wasnât a chance in hell that youâd leave them, your family, but you tried to make things work and it bit you in the ass more times than you could count.Â
Youâre pissed as all hell when you slip back into the booth, right into Seungcheolâs side. Heâs warm and familiar, and when his arm falls around your shoulder it tempers your rage just a touch. Another thing Jae couldnât standâŠhow close the two of you were.Â
Seungcheol has been by your side since you and your brother were kids. You three have been thick as thieves, literally, for so long that you were more comfortable with him than anyone else in the world. You loved, trusted, and respected Seungcheol to a fault.Â
He also notoriously letâs you get away with pretty much everything.Â
So, for no reason other than needing a distraction and hoping to get a rise out of him, you take the cold fresh beer heâs yet to touch right out of his hands and bring it to your lips. He makes an amused sound and pinches your shoulder where his hand rests.Â
âThat doesnât belong to you,â he grumbles, though he doesnât do anything to stop you from taking whatever you want.
You swallow another small mouthful and set the beer down, pushing it back into his grip. The little gasp of surprise you let out when his big hand catches around yours before you can let go of the glass makes Cheol grin which is an improvement from the scowl heâs been sporting for most of the night.
âYou gonna tell me why youâve been so grumpy?â you ask, leaning into him so he can actually hear you over all the noise, âYou only nurse a beer when youâre in a shit mood.â
He lets you pull your hand from the cold glass but doesnât put any distance between your bodies, he lessens it instead. Youâre so close that he doesnât even need to speak loudly for you to hear him. âI didnât realize you paid that much attention to me.â His deep rumbling voice can be felt this closely and the alcohol in the warmth of your belly feels fizzy.
âIâve known you longer than anyone else here,â you reason, âYou canât hide anything from me.â
Seungcheol snickers, âOh, I bet I could.â
You donât get the chance to try and one up him because your phone buzzes incessantly in your lap. Pulling back, you both see who is calling and Seungcheol kisses his teeth in irritation. You silence the call, sending your ex to voicemail and youâre about to reach for your own drink but another incoming call prevents you.
âYou want me to answer it?âÂ
Seungcheolâs tone is dangerous so you silence the call again and continue reaching for your glass. âHeâll give up.â
That isnât typically the case but you're praying this once it is because you really donât feel like dealing with Jaeâs bullshit any more than you wish to handle a pissed off Seungcheol or get a lecture from your brother. Jeonghan, over-bearing and unhinged as he is, will talk you to death when you make a poor choice as if his entire lifestyle isnât comprised of the ones heâs made. Better to keep him out of it too. Â
Cheol will give you a piece of his mind but heâs more like your big, scary guard dog and even though youâre never on the receiving end, you know heâs got a nasty bite so youâd prefer to keep the leash short and not dangle bait before him. The last thing you need is Seungcheol winding up in a cell because of youâŠhe toes that line enough as it is.
Unfortunately, nothing is going your way tonight and your phone lights up again. Normally youâd leave it alone but another part of you, one far and detached from who is calling, still fears the guilt of missing back-to-back calls heavens forbid something has happened.
Itâs the only reason youâre answering, shouting over the noise, âYouâd better be dying. What the hell do you want?â
âBaby, I just need to talk to you and youâre ignoring me,â he whines back and bile gathers at the base of your throat, âI already said I was sorry! Your friends donât even like me so I donât know why you asked me to come. They donât think Iâm good enough for you.â
âYouâre not good enough for me,â is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, beyond caring about his feelings at this point, âYouâve proved that time and time again and I donât need them to tell me what I already know. Iâm busy. Donât call me again.â
âWait, wait!â he calls out to you desperately - it makes your skin crawl, âIâll come pick you up, sweetheart. Iâll take you somewhere real nice, just us two, ok? You just stay there and Iâll come get you.â
Your face bunches up incredulously, âDonât bother showing up now! The olive branch I extended by inviting you tonight no longer exists. I donât want you here and Iâm definitely not going anywhere just the two of us. Iâm with my crew and youâre with yours,â you argue back, âThatâs what you chose, so thatâs what you get.â
There is silence on the end of the line and then laughter.Â
âYouâre lucky youâre hot because itâs a distraction from how fucking crazy you are! I swear to god, youâre just trying to piss me off so Iâll pay more attention to you! Is that what you want? Want me to drop everything to be with you? Like you donât get enough fucking attentio-â
âHang up,â comes a growl from your left and when you look over, Seungcheol is seething.
You donât waste another breath except to say, âDonât call me again,â before disconnecting..
As you tuck your phone back between your thighs you accidentally meet Jeonghanâs gaze from across the table. His eyes flick between you just having ended another call and Seungcheol who looks like he might shatter the glass in his hand at any given moment. He raises a brow, his silent way of asking if everything is okay and you wink back like itâs totally fine. No worries. Not a thing wrong or out of place.Â
Which, it probably would have been if your phone hadnât vibrated again a minute later.Â
Itâs just the one time so you thought it was a fluke, a misdial, but then it buzzes againâŠ.and again. Then itâs a continually buzzing stream of new alerts so you pull your phone out and find sixteen unread messages. You donât even bother reading them and shove the phone back between your thighs. Just. Shut. Up.
Minutes pass and youâre trying really hard to enjoy Chanâs little impromptu performance at the bar, and it sounds lovely, truly, but itâs difficult to focus on anything at all between your efforts to internally process your exâs fucking audacity and to ignore furious heat rolling off Seungcheolâs body still so close to your own..Â
Heâs wholly enraged and you can feel it.
There is maybe a solid seven minutes where your phone sits silently and youâre about to turn to speak to Jihoon and thenâŠanother text comes through. Seungcheolâs patience finally wears through and he plucks it from between your thighs before you can react. You watch quietly, not bothering to argue with him as he forces a shut down before pocketing it inside his jacket.Â
You still stare at him like some admonished teenager and he stares back with a small smirk, daring you to say something. Heâs not doing it to punish you - thatâs the reason you donât push back - heâs going to make sure you enjoy the night just like everyone else. He knows itâs not going to happen if youâre glued to your phone and so do you.Â
Narrowing your eyes, you smirk back. âYouâre giving that back later, right?â
His answering grin is troubling. âI might make you earn it.â
You toy with the idea of asking how but that line of thought is mercifully interrupted by a round of shots for the whole table being delivered and passed around. You had to wait the additional four minutes of having to sit through Hoshi giving an impromptu speech that almost dissolves to tears because heâs probably (definitely) two shots too deep and then itâs back to chaos and youâre finally free to be a part of it.
Your mood lifts tremendously over the next hour so being present in the moment with the people you love. Haoâs girlfriend Jessie passes you a sticker sheet with little glittery hearts and stars which end up all over the bar, in joshuaâs hair, the tip of Junâs nose, the bathroom walls, and some litter the dance floor. Woozi steals a couple for the back of his phone case and when you run out she supplies you with temporary tattoos. Almost everyone has at least two imprinted on their skin by the time those are run through.
When your hands are empty and your drinks all run dry, an old country western song crackles over the speakers and suddenly youâre being dragged out onto the floor by Mingyu who is hell bent on trying to replicate some old line dance youâre sure heâs fabricated in his foggy mind. Something about heels and toes, and being swung around your partner - itâs fun and somewhat terrifying when heâs nearly lifting you off the ground mid-spin.Â
Itâs not his fault that heâs got long legs and two left feet when he drinks so itâs mostly the two of you skipping in circles, laughing and completely out of breath, but itâs a blast.Â
And then you catch something out of the corner of your eye that makes you stop dead in your tracks. Mingyu doesnât even notice that youâve stopped until he trips over your foot, looking down at you in confusion. âYou givinâ up on me?â
âWhat the fuck is he doing here?âÂ
The voice comes from Joshua in the corner, which means somehow word spread about tonightâs falling out without you knowing, and now everyone is looking at your ex, boldly and moronically standing a few feet away from you which is several feet too close for their liking. Unsurprisingly, itâs Hoshi whoâs already in his face, smiling in the most menacing fashion. âThis is a private event so unfortunately for you, youâll have to fuck off.â
Jae scoffs aloud, âI donât give a shit about your party.â
Then his scowl twists into a smirk but itâs cruel and mirthless, his eyes falling on you and Mingyu who had at some point out of habit placed his body just in front of your own.
âI came for my girl but it looks like sheâs already moved on for the night, throwing herself at one of you sorry assholes because I couldnât make time for her. Typical.â
Mingyu anticipates you trying to step around him and quickly catches you around the waist to hold you back at the same time that Seokmin stands from his chair so quickly it falls backwards and lands with a loud clatter. âWatch your fucking mouth,â he warns menacingly.Â
âWatch my mouth? Iâm just pointing out that facts. I should have known thatâs why she suddenly didnât want me here,â he goes on like every pair of eyes on him arenât glaring daggers, âWould have ruined her plans to get shit-faced and open her legs for whichever one of you looked at her first.â
Jeonghan hurls himself at Jae with an opened switchblade in his hand but, thankfully, Joshua and Jihoon catch him first, and the bastard laughs knowing none of them would let Jeonghan get close enough to do something stupid. Not with witnesses around anyway.
Jae tilts his head, speaking directly to Jeonghan with his hands in his pockets and condescention dripping from his tongue, âYouâre her big brother,â he pouts, just pouring salt in the wound, âYouâre really just going to sit back and allow all your friends to take turns with your little sister? The crewâs designated whor-â
He barely forms a smirk before Seungcheol appears out of nowhere and suckerpunches him in the mouth so hard the crack is audible throughout the bar. Unfortunately for Jae, heâs still conscious when he hits the ground, broken teeth and blood pouring from his maw as he screams in excruciating pain. Youâre sure his jaw is broken and youâre glad.Â
Absolutely no one moves to help him. Hardly even bats an eye.
Then, Seungcheol draws his leg back and kicks Jae in the stomach which means heâs not done and after what your ex just saidâŠyouâre not sure anyone in your crew will step in to stop him. You move instantly, pulling yourself out of Mingyuâs protective grip to push your way to the front where youâre relieved to see Vernon already attempting to pull his friend away and he does but not before your exâs hand is crushed under the sole of Seungcheolâs boot and the screaming starts anew.Â
When you reach them, you immediately put yourself in the middle without hesitation, both hands against Seungcheolâs chest in an effort to calm him down before he loses it completely. One of his hands is still clenched at his side and youâre trying desperately to get him to look down at you. He doesnât but his other hand comes up to sit at your hip and thatâs enough of an acknowledgement that you relax, just slightly.Â
You turn just your head to look down at Jae whoâs never looked more pitiful. Covered in blood, dirt, snot, and tears.Â
Seungcheol glares over your shoulder at the broken man on the floor, his arm now firmly seated around your body in a possessive display as he growls, âAlways running your fucking mouth,â then he nods in your brotherâs direction, âI should let him cut your tongue out.â
Jeonghanâs knife spins dangerously between his deft fingers like heâs itching to use it.Â
Heâs no longer restrained, nearly deranged, and begins stalking toward your ex who flinches away and frantically shakes his head, unable to speak with his mangled mouth. Your voice cuts clear into the charged air. âJeonghan,â you call out and your brother stops mid-step to look up at you patiently. You shake your head at him and he concedes but the fire in his eyes is palpable.Â
He smiles down at Jae, voice lilting and deadly. âYouâre safeâŠfor now,â he tilts his head, crouching down to get closer, âAnd donât bother running back to your crew for help or hope for some form of retaliation,â He pauses, covering his mouth with his knife, giggling with feral delight dancing in his eyes, âI bet you didnât tell them where you were going or who you were fucking with because they never would have let you come and I can only imagine how pissed theyâre going to be when they find out.â
Jaeâs brows furrow indicating his confusion and Jeonghan laughs again, wiggling his long fingers, tapping them with the point of his blade. âHow do you think your ring leader lost two fingers on his right hand? That pretty scar down the side of his face? It was an improvement if you ask me,â he croons and Jaeâs eyes widen with renewed horror, âLoyal little lap dog ever since and hilariously, still harboring a rather sweet crush on my darling sister. Small world, huh? Weâll be sure to let him know how you feel about her and whoâs responsible for,â he waves his hand with an air of distaste, gesturing to Jae, âThis.â
When Jeongan stands again, his smile falls flat and you turn your head quickly, tucking it into Cheolâs chest when you hear the crunch and subsequent thud as your brother stomps and knocks Jae out cold. Itâs cruel, perhaps, but now knowing who exactly heâs been working for, youâd consider this a mercy compared to wait awaits him.
Seungcheol lifts his chin with a silent order and Junhui and Mingyu are already stepping forward to haul Jaeâs unconscious form out of the bar with Joshua leisurely striding behind them, Jaeâs phone in hand. Theyâll dump him outside, a few blocks away. Heâs lucky theyâre not animals - Josh will use Jaeâs phone to deliver a personal message to his crew but beyond that, heâs no longer your crewâs problem. Retaliation isnât even a concern in this situation.
The atmosphere is obviously soured and you can still feel the rage swirling in the air. There isnât a single member of your crew who wouldnât have loved a turn. Even Minghao, calm and even, the most level-headed in situations like this has a particular air of cruelty about him in the moment and Jessie at his side tucks away a glittering pair of brass knuckles. You donât have to glance around to they are waiting for an order and Cheol still has his eyes focused on the door. There are also a few patrons who are not associated with your crew, the kind who know when to mind their business, but even they seem to be waiting to be told what to do next.
So, you clear your throat and try to paint on a pretty smile.
âPardon the interuption,â you sigh, each head in the room swiveling in your direction, âTurn the music up and order another round for the whole bar,â you glance up to find Seuncheol already looking down at you and you pat his chest, âDrinks are still on the big guy so youâd better take advantage while heâs still feeling generous.â
Thankfully, its enough to get everyone moving again, your crew falling right back into the party swing as if nothing happened. It was so easy for them to flip the switch sometimes. From volatile back to joyous - back to shots, and karaoke, and dancing.Â
Seungcheol was still furious though. He doesnât bounce back nearly as fast.
âWhy donât we take a walk out back?â
He doesnât budge for a moment and you say his name a little more firmly this time to which he reponds, âYeah, yeah. Iâm sorry. Letâs go.â
No one asks questions or follows the two of you when he takes your hand and leads you out the back and into the crisp night air. Itâs dark but the moon etches just enough light that you can still see each other easily. Seungcheolâs shoulders are tense and you watch his fists clench and unfurl methodically. Theyâre also red and angry after making direct contact with Jaeâs teeth. The thought makes your gut roil.
âChoi Seungcheol,â you lightly grumble, âYou canât go around hospitalizing every asshole that is mean to me.â
Nothing at first and then thereâs a little huff of laughter. âI can absolutely do just that, or worse. Besides, I only hit him once.â
âYou broke his jawâŠand probably a few ribs with that kick,â you sigh and lean back against the building, glancing up at the sky. âMy point is that I know you can but that doesnât mean you should. If you get arrested, whoâs gonna take care of me?â
He smirks. âSpoiled.â
âYour fault,â you roll your eyes and really look at him. âI didnât know he was working for Kaito, obviously. You know I wouldâve cut him off completely If I had.â
âI didnât know either,â he admits, shrugging off your surprise, âJeonghan must have found out and kept it to himself. You know how he likes to hold onto things until its useful. Your brother is kind of a sadistic asshole sometimes.â
âHannie is just eccentric and has weird hobbies,â you counter with a small grin, âBesides, heâs your best friend so think about what that says about you.â
He just winks in response. Itâs maddening and attractive, per usual.Â
âMhm,â you hum quietly, pleased to watch him unwind in front of you, because of you. âIâm glad to see youâre in a better mood,â you tease him, âI thought for a few that you might have been mad at me.â
Cheol lets out a long sigh and digs his hands into his pockets. âIâm never mad at you.â
You cross your arms and quirk a brow at him, âThatâs a blatant lie and you know it. I canât even count how many times youâve chewed my ass out for one thing or another.â
âThe handful of times that I have yelled at you came directly after you did something dangerous,â he argues back with a short laugh, âCalling your ex, that fucker in particular, makes me question your judgement and maybe your sanity, but itâs not a reason for me to be mad at you. If anything itâs mild frustration.â
You narrow your eyes at him. Itâs more than mild. âSay what you need to say, Cheol.â
He squares his shoulders, face serious much like his tone. âYouâre too smart to keep choosing assholes that let you down over and over again. So, why do you do it?â
You purse your lips. âTouche,â heâs not wrong, âI am self aware enough to admit my track record is shit but there is not a lot to work with. Itâs not as though our dating pool is stellar, Cheol. Weâre lowlifesâŠwe associates with other lowlifes. Nice boys like girls like me until they realize Iâm not worth the trouble.â
He sputters out a laugh and steps closer, just enough to lower his voice in the echoing alley way. A touch closer and you could probably steal a little body heat youâre starting to wish for. âYou are the trouble,â his eyes sparkle when he says it, like its a compliment, âNice boys too soft for you anyway and weâre not lowlifesâŠwe just live a little differently. You can do better,â he smirks when you roll your eyes again, âYou canâŠyou just donât.â
You uncross your arms and spread them out before you. âOh, any suggestions? I forgot you were a dating expert-â then you break into a laugh and Cheol is throwing his head back, knowing whatâs coming. âOh, wait! I forgot. Youâve not had a girlfriend in what? Five years? Eight?â
He snatches both your hands out of the air and pushes them back toward your chest, trying to reign in his amusement and overall urge to smother you. âYouâre high maintenance enough. Why the hell would I need a girlfriend? Iâve got enough on my plate.â
You reach out and lightly punch him in the chest. âYouâre a big boy, Cheol. Donât let me hold you back. I can handle myself.â
At this, he snorts and pulls a hand out of his pocket to point at you. âYou can handle yourself? Did I not pick you up in a police station two months ago for speedingâŠagain?â
You pull off the wall with your mouth open to defend yourself and he abruptly pushes you right back against it and continues. âWho taught you how to drive and took the blame when you ran over Jeonghanâs bike when you were fifteen? Who showed up at three in the morning to pick your drunk ass up at that halloween party just so you could puke in my car and my bedâŠall night?â he pushes closer and lowers his voice âWho bailed you out of jail four months ago when you took a glass bottle to someoneâs head in club and it turned out to be a fucking cop?â
âHe looked like any other perv fondling girls on the dance floor!â You shout, eyes wide and wild as if someone would overhear, âHow was I supposed to know he was a cop?! And why does it matter? He was a creep and Iâd do it again!â
Seungcheol is simply dissolving into laughter, his earlier shit mood absolutely erased, and then as your volume grows he starts attempting to shush you though itâs half-assed.Â
âShhhh,â he laughs even harder, âI know, I know. Iâm just teasing,â he grins when you finally crack a small smile, âHonestly, I was so proud of you that night. Took fifteen stitches to sew him back together and I hear itâs left a big ugly scar.â
You scoff in disbelief at his blatant pride. âProud?! You chewed my ass out the entire way home.â
âQuit doing dangerous shit without me,â he shrugs unapologetically, âIf youâre gonna get yourself in trouble, at least make sure Iâm there to back you up.â
You roll your eyes, placing your cool hands under your chin to warm them. A cold wind whips through the alley, tossing his soft black hair around. Naturally, he steps into the windâs path, blocking you from the worst of it because thatâs what he does. It grants you the opportunity to slide a little closer and he chuckles, catching on very quickly to what youâre trying to do. Use him as both a human shield and personal heater.Â
He looks down at you with that soft gaze you know is only reserved for you. As youâve grown older together, youâve learned that itâs best to avoid basking in it for more than a few seconds at a time. Your eyes dart down to his chest and back up again, not quite meeting his eyes this time. âItâs colder than I thought it would be tonight.â
He pulls your jacket a little tighter around you. âWe can go back inside if you want.â
Whatever you want - itâs always whatever you want. Sometimes you just want to know what Seungcheol wants.
You hold eye contact with him now, just watching to see if his expression changes at all. Itâs almost dizzying, staring at one another so closely. A stupid decision on your part, honestly.
âWhat if I asked you to take me home?â
Simple. âWe can go home. Just gotta grab my key-â
You shake your head with a small laugh. âActually, I think we should go back in and sing karaoke.â
His lips pull up, always quick to pick up on the game. âWhat song? I love karaoke.â
âLiar. You hate karaoke,â you grin, âWhy do you give into anything I ask?â
His smile is so beautiful - it always has been.Â
âI do not give into everything,â he corrects you and then huffs in amusement, âGo ahead, try your luck but put some actual thought into it. You know most things are negotiable for lowlifes like us.â
âGreat! So, youâll let me drive your car tomorrow night?â you bat your eyes at him soo prettily. Itâs in the bag.
He hardly budges. âNo,â comes from those plump lips more clearly than youâve ever heard it in your life and you instinctually pout like a child which amuses him. âI said put some actual thought into it. Youâre a terrible driver.â
âYou also said to try my luck,â you answer and it comes out more like a grumble, âWhich has apparently abandoned me tonight.âÂ
The way you drop your shoulders and pull yourself inward knocks him off kilter and his smile drops in a split second. When he speaks again, his voice is just a touch deeper - less playful, more gentle. The change is so slight that anyone else would miss it but youâve got that shift of his rooted in your memory at this point.Â
âYour luck? Maybe,â he tips his head in consideration, close enough that heâs slipped his arms around you, big hands splayed comfortingly against the middle of your back, âIâm still here though.â
You know you should put some space in between your bodies right now but that little voice that is usually telling you to mind your boundaries is so far away in the moment that you do the opposite. Closing the distance, you look up at him as you slip your hands around his waist beneath his jacket. âYeah, youâre always here for me. Arenât you?â
When he dips his head closer, his tone is surprisingly serious. âI hope thatâs not an actual question at this point.â
His free hand comes up to catch the back of your neck as you move to pull away, to ask him to explain or just to confirm that what youâre feeling is mercifully mutually, but youâre trapped - body painted against Seungcheolâs in the moonlight. Itâs probably the most intimate position youâve ever been in with him and your heart thrashes in your chest.
âIâve always been right here,â his nose and lips brush your cheek as he speaks, âPatiently waiting.â
âWaiting for what?â you ask too softly but he smiles, you can feel it against your skin.
âFor you to get tired of playing house,â He chides gently, âYou already have a home with me and you know it.â
To say it out loud for the first time is almost staggering for Seungcheol and itâs a devastating revelation for you. Each time you tried dating someone new it had felt like a cheap replacement to distract you from the despairing thoughts of loving Seungcheol and him not loving you back, but he was there. Watching, waiting, already belonging to you in every way the entire time.Â
The first sound out of your mouth is escaped laughter. Itâs soft and disbelieving.Â
Seungcheol smiles as he pulls back enough to see your face. âYou genuinely didnât know?â
You shake your head back and forth, still laughing, and the dimples in his cheeks pinch as heâs rolling his eyes at you, snickering to himself. âYouâre the worst. I seriously thought you were playing dumb on purpose,â he groans, though his hands meet in the middle of your back now, comfortably laced like he plans on staying this way for a while. âTell me. Who are all those idiots in there to you?â
Easy. âTheyâre my brothers.â
âAnd who am I?â
Your lips twitch and he smirks. âYouâre justâŠSeungcheol,â saying it makes everything so plain and simple. So obvious. âYouâre my Seungcheol.â
âExactly. Have I ever felt like a brother to you? Like just a friend?â he prods, pretty white teeth still on display. Heâs going to drive his point home like always.Â
âListen, jerk,â you poke him in the chest with a long sigh, âOf course you never felt like those things to me. I didnât want to see you as just a friend and definitely not as a brother, gross,â you grimace at the thought, âBut just because I felt that way about you doesnât mean I thought you felt the same. I thought it was all very one-sided and I was just going to eventually get over it.â
He raises a single brow. âAnd,â he blinks pointedly, âHave you gotten over it yet?
âUnfortunately not.â
âGood.â
Good because heâs truly out of patience at this point and heâs going to make sure you know exactly how he feels without question.Â
And thatâs how you find yourself caged up against the wall outside the bar, Seungcheolâs lips hungirly claiming your own. His hands trace your body outside your clothing until he gets tired of the separation and you jolt feeling his cold hands against your waist beneath your shirt. There isnât a second of stillness. Heâs constantly moving, shifting, giving, taking.Â
Youâre no better.Â
The second he kissed you it was like a flood of energy zapping each and every one of your nerves. After your lips, your arms were quickly in motion, wrapping around his neck and shoulders. Fingers threading through and tugging at his hair. He touched you and kissed you so thoroughly that despite the fact that is freezing and youâre indeed, exposed outside while your friends are just on the other side of that back door, you want more.Â
More, more, more.Â
Seungcheol does too.Â
âLetâs go,â he mumbles between your lips, still too enthralled to pull away.Â
It makes you laugh, though itâs a little delirious because heâs back to sucking and biting pretty little marks onto your neck, and you peel your eyelids open to see the fog from your breath as you speak. âItâs Seokâs birthday,â your mouth pops open with a silent gasp as he bites you again, âWe canât just leave.â
He drags himself back up and meets your eyes, grinning, âLike hell we canât. Go get in my car,â he digs his keys out of his pocket and passes them over, âIâll let the boys know weâre leaving.â
You stand there for a moment, keys in your outstretched hand, âWait!â you realize heâs already opening the door. Heâs so serious. âWhat are you going to tell them?â
He shrugs, âThat we have better things to do.â
Appalling. âSeungcheol!â
Now heâs smirking. âAlright, alright. Iâll tell them weâre leaving and going back to my place to fu-â
âSEUNGCHEOL!â
âYou donât want me to lie and you donât want me to tell the truth,â he blinks back at you, âI am not sure what you want from me, baby.â
Well. Brain melted. If heâs calling you âBabyâ he can do whatever he damn well pleases.Â
âIâll be waiting,â you laugh, quickly spinning on your heel before you drag him away and he doesnât get a chance to tell anyone youâre leaving. They probably wouldnât notice for a few hours anyway. You shake your head, hurrying your steps toward his car.Â
It feels like youâre waiting an eternity but itâs only been a few minutes and when you glance out the window heâs already hurrying back. Youâre not sure if he just caught the first person he saw and told them to pass it on or if he walked in and announced it to the entire bar but you honestly donât care. Youâre maybe fifteen minutes from the garage, Cheolâs permanent (and your home away from) home. Heâll probably make it in eight with the way he drives.Â
âIâm surprised to not find you in the driverâs seat,â he laughs, shutting the door and immediately bringing the car to life.Â
âYouâre the better driver and Iâd like to get there quickly.â
Smirking, he smoothly backs out of his parking space and peels out onto the road. âI think youâre plenty good at speeding. If your record has anything to say about it.â
You roll your eyes at him. âOk, so youâre better at speeding and not getting caught. This is why I handle the other business aspects.â
His hand slips over the middle and lands on your thigh, kneading and flexing possessively.Â
Watching you handle business has always intrigued and infuriated him. Youâve swindled awful men out of house and home - lining your crewâs pockets with all the spoils. It had always been a fine line between letting you work while recognizing how good you were at your job and trying not to strangle every dickhead who thought that fake smile you gave them was genuine. âMight have to retire you now.â
You pout in his direction knowing his moody comment is nothing more than his protective, if not slightly dominant, nature coming through. Heâs not at all serious, even if heâd like to be. âYou gonna take care of me so I donât have to work anymore?â
He grins at the suggestion. âYou know Iâll take care of you, baby. Minghao is plenty good-looking. Weâll start using him instead.â
You snort at the thought. âYouâre better off sending, Jeonghan. He's pretty, charming, and he knows exactly how to get what he wants out of anyone. Why do you think Iâm so good at it? Learned from the best.â
âYeah,â Cheol turns, the wheel smoothly gliding through his hand, âI donât typically have to worry about you stabbing or torturing anyone though.â
âTypically?â you turn in surprise, laughing, âAre you saying it has been a concern?â
He looks at you with a brow quirked. âOnce or twice,â he scoffs, âYou are way more like your brother than you realize.â
âOh? You got a thing for him too?â
He snickers in response, shaking his head. âLittle shit.â
He squeezes the meat of your thigh again and you realize heâs shifted his hand higher, his fingers spread wide, the pads biting into your jeans. âQuit flirting with me and drive faster.â
The only sound that follows is his quiet amusement and the roar of the engine.Â
Pulling into the garage, youâre feeling too charged from the quiet, electrifying tension. It makes you feel jerky, like every movement of your body takes too much effort and every surface you touch shocks your skin. Youâre already eyeing the stairs leading up to his loft but heâs taking his sweet time coming around the front of his car, waiting for the garage doors to roll back down. You want to barrel straight into him but you donât exactly trust your legs to carry you.Â
The doors close with a loud thud and he looks over at you still standing near the passenger door. âYou look nervous,â he smiles softly, making his way around the car until his hands are seated over your hips. âWe donât have to-â
âNo, no, thatâs not it,â you huff out a laugh, âI think all the anticipation made my body stop working. Everything is tingly and sharp, and I donât think I can move. Stop laughing at me!â
He canât. Seungcheol is simply beside himself. You really canât blame him. Truly, too horny and excited to walk? Thatâs got to be a new one. It certainly is for you.Â
âI can carry you, itâs fine.â
But he is still shaking with laughter and weâre talking a whole ass flight of stairs. Itâs not fine, though Cheol is already scooping you up and you're frantically trying to situate yourself on his back because that seems like the safest option and youâre already off the ground. Heâs not putting you back down until youâre both behind closed doors.Â
âOh my god,â you bury your face in his shoulder as he takes the first few steps up the stairs, âThis is such a bad idea!â
His hands are firmly seated beneath your thighs and your arms are wrapped so tightly around his shoulders that youâre not even shifting much as he carries you but itâs nerve wracking and honestly, a bit embarrassing. Heâs incredibly proud and stubborn so there really is no hope in convincing him to put you down anyway.
âStop panicking,â he laughs, now halfway up the stairs, âIâm not even struggling so your lack of faith in me is hurting my feelings. You act like youâve never seen me workout. I do it for a reason.â
âI thought the reason was just because you like to beat people up.â
He huffs in amusement, âFighting isnât fun when youâre not winning.â
âWell, you always win so you must be having a blast,â you pinch his earlobe, rolling your eyes since he canât catch you doing it.
When he reaches the landing, he digs into his pocket, unlocking the door with one hand and then kicking it shut once youâre both inside. Then he lets you slide down his back but before your feet actually hit the ground, heâs spinning around to pick you right back up. He laughs at the sound you make, quickly grabbing his shoulders and crossing your ankles at his back. Cheol flips the lock on the door and takes you into the small kitchen, setting you down on the counter.Â
âI always win when youâre watching,â he plants his hands on either side of you, leaning closer, âYou get mad at me when I donât, so, I stopped losing.â
He looks up at you with a boyish grin and you bring your hands up, lightly touching his cheeks with your finger tips. Youâve seen his soft skin mottled with bruising more times than you cared to think about. âI donât care about losing,â you murmur, lost in thought, âI just hate it when you get hurt.â
Tracing a finger over his right brow you remember that night years ago when he returned from a job with it split wide open, blood dripping down his pale face. Busted lips, fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and an awful limp. It was the first time you ever saw him soâŠbroken.
You yelled at him for getting hurt but cradled his face in your hands the whole time. While Minghao sutured it closed, you continued cursing at him and everyone else whoâd gone out that night but you never let go of his hand. When Joshua reset Cheolâs shoulder and he nearly passed out from the pain, you sobbed. For days youâd been furious with him yet you stayed over at his place for almost two solid weeks to take care of him.Â
Putting him back together with your own two hands was the only way you could convince yourself that he was okay and from then on, you accompanied him on most jobs. Anytime things got messy, heâd come out victorious, and the very few times you werenât there, he returned nearly unscathed. Bloodied knuckles at most.Â
Your fingers must have drifted down to his lips because he kisses them and it brings you back to the present. He smiles against your fingertips and you move them under his jaw, out of the way, just so you can kiss him again. Itâs soft, slow, adoring and his hands slide into place right at your lower back, his fingers pushing beneath your shirt to stroke your skin.Â
When they make contact, his fingers spread wide, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. It makes your back arch, pitching your hips forward, and leaves you sitting poised for the taking but even then he takes his time. In the back of your mind, youâre sure he can feel your heat against his groin and it must be driving him just as insane as it does you.
Despite the body heat, when he pushes your shirt up a little further with his busy hands, you shiver at how cold you still are. Itâs accompanied by a breathy little gasp that makes him pull away grinning, eyes still watching your mouth. âStill cold?â
âYeah,â you admit, âDo you ever turn the heat on in this place?â
âOnly when youâre here. I donât usually need it.â
Of course not. Big manly man.Â
âYouâre going to need it if youâre still hoping to get my clothes off.â
Cheol pays no mind to your change in tone. The one you use to nag him to death. Instead he scoops you right off the counter, starting toward his bedroom. âI can warm you up myself just fine,â he says in an equally haughty kind of way.Â
The kind of way that shuts you up because the only other thing that you could possibly manage is some pathetic giggle. He even makes a show of hanging onto to you with only one arm because heâs just so strong and you humor him with an âoh wooooowâ that makes him crack, laughing as he lets you slowly drop to the floor.
Your hand remains on his chest, nervously pinching at his shirt as you look around the room. Youâve been in here before justâŠnot for anything like this. âWhy does this feel normal and not normal at the same time,â you pause, realizing there is actually something different that you hadnât noticed right away.Â
Seungcheol letâs his hands drop away so you can walk over to his dresser to sate yourâŠcuriosity? Surprise? âYou said I needed more personal decorations around the house,â he clears his throat, watching as you carefully lift his picture frames off the furniture to examine them, âI figured pictures were personal enough.â
There is one of Cheol as a teenager standing proudly beside his first car. Another with a few members of the crew all grinning around a card table. You loosen a soft laugh remembering that night clearly. Mingyu and Hoshi shouting over the table like bansheesâŠall because Hoshi got caught cheating and blamed it on his favorite designated target.Â
You pick up one you donât recognize but smile at the familiar faces hanging out of the windows of a car you do recognize vaguely. The job details were hazy but you know you remember that car for some reason.
Seungcheol must have noticed you squinting at it because he comes over and stands behind you, pointing at the picture. âYou donât remember this one because you broke into a case of wine coolers the moment we were all home and accounted for,â he chuckles, his breath tickling your cheek, âAlmost seven years ago now.â
âI hated waiting for you guys to come home,â you pout, pointing to the picture, âWhy do I remember this car though? Itâs so familiar.â
He laughs again and this time you spin toward him like the reason he is laughing is clearly painted on his face. Itâs not but he fills in the blanks without prompting.
âJeonghan caught you in the backseat of that exact car making out with Seungkwan, of all people,â Cheol grins at your grimace âWe hauled you both off to bed, tucked you in, and agreed not to tell a soul. I honestly donât think he knows about it either. You guys were wasted.â
âI definitely do not remember doing that but I did oddly stop drinking wine coolers not long after that night,â you sigh, tucking away the embarrassing story to kick your self over later.
âGuilty subconscious?âÂ
Shrugging off your jacket you give him a fake laugh which eventually morphs into a grin. âWere you jealous back then?â
He takes your lead, removing his clothes one piece at a time. âI was always jealous,â he admits and you let yourself stop to watch as he grabs at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. It leaves him only in his jeans, belt already unbuckled.Â
Youâre the opposite, jeans kicked to the side, but your hands rest on your shirt, too busy looking at Seungcheol to force yourself to keep moving. Heâs no better, eyes glued to your hips, to your underwear, your legs, and then his eyes bounce back up to your face, finally noticing the way youâre looking at him.
He takes a slow step forward and then another.
âIâm not perfect,â he cautions, another step closer, âIâm stubborn and jealous,â one more step until youâre touching, âI donât like sharing. If one of the guys flirts with you, even as a joke, Iâll probably rip their head off. Might happen more than once but Iâll get over it eventually, I promise.â
âHmm,â you smirk as he stops so closely you can feel the heat coming of his body, âA little sensitive?â
âMaybe.â His smile is so pretty and disarming because now his hands are on you, palms rubbing circles into your hips before sliding back and down over your ass. âYouâve been chipping away at my self control for over a decade and now youâre half-naked in my bedroom. Iâve hit my breaking point, baby. Iâm going to be selfish with you.â
You shift just enough to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it in the general direction of your pants, and settle your arms around his shoulders. âI think itâs only fair because I have always been selfish with you and iâll be so much worse now,â you grin and he letâs out a heavy, husky chuckle, tightening his thick arms around you, âIâm going to be a menace.â
âI like the sound of that.â
âIâm still cold.â
Then heâs kissing you again, your hands quickly moving from his shoulders to his waist, pushing his jeans as low as you can before heâs forced to part and pull them the rest of the way off, laughing and stumbling with you toward the bed. You land first, quickly shuffling under the comforter for warmth and heâs right behind you, rolling you onto your back to cover you with his body. Itâs an added layer of heat and you wiggle beneath him when his thigh pushes between your legs.Â
Seungcheol wants everything all at once and hates having to choose but loves knowing heâll get the opportunity to do it all in good time. For now, he canât seem to keep away from your lips, canât stop the noises he makes everytime you tug at his hair or scrape your nails against his back and he hopes to god they leave bright red scratches in their wake.Â
He wants to watch you get shy and embarrassed when he works out with them on full display. His ego is a beast and itâs going to be riding a high for a while.
When you push up against him, he gives you a little space to quickly undo your bra before itâs tossed to the floor and heâs slipping a little lower, his face pressed against your soft, warm chest. His mouth dances from one breast to the other and you moan into the open air of his bedroom, one of your hands still rubbing his back, smoothing over his muscles mindlessly. His perfect teeth graze your nipples and you grind down against his thigh.Â
He pushes it higher and repeats the action over and over until youâre steadily working yourself up and then he shifts, taking that relief away from you. Your eyes pop open in surprise but he kisses you again before you can speak and his right hand slides into your panties, wet and uncomfortably cool against your folds now that his thigh is gone.Â
He doesnât waste time, running his middle and ring finger up and down until theyâre so slick-coated that there is hardly any resistance when he slips them inside you, stroking up against that spot that has you arching your back off the bed. Itâs almost cruel how quickly he gets you there and even worse that he hardly touches your clit before you come, stars flashing behind your eyes.Â
Seungcheol kisses your face through it, whispering sweet, filthy praises against your skin. Thatâs my girl, youâre so fucking good for me, baby. Sound so pretty right now, wanna hear you say my name just like that.
Itâs a miracle you donât come again the second he pushes into you because he doesnât stop talking unless his mouth is occupied and heâs too good at multitasking. The only time you get a break from his wicked words is when heâs bottoming out and your ears are ringing so loudly that you canât even hear him anymore. He must realize it too because his mouth was moving and now, heâs just grinning, eyes trained on your lips when he draws his hips back a little and pushes back in.Â
His pace varies because he likes watching the breath get caught in your throat, breaking up the gorgeous sounds spilling from your lips. For all the taunting and talking heâs done, heâs just as worked up as you are and suddenly sits up on his knees which changes the angle. He spreads your thighs further apart, almost crudely, and props your ass a bit higher. At first, he wraps his hands around your thighs for leverage, digging his fingers into your skin but itâs not enough, he needs more.Â
When he moves his hands to either side of your waist, he locks in the perfect position to go as deep as possible and the sounds you begin making are far more desperate, the pitch swinging higher and higher until heâs moaning and panting, driving into you faster and harder than before. You know youâre going to come again, and fast, so when your eyes meets his, and he purses his lips, letting spit drop from his plump lips onto your clit, he doesnât have to tell you aloud what to do.Â
You bring your own hand down, rubbing yourself until your limbs start twitching. Your breaths are so shallow and ragged, your fingertips messily bumping against the base of his cock where he plunges in and out of your cunt recklessly. He looks just as far gone as you do but the second your eyes meet, he smirks and itâs your absolute undoing.Â
When you orgasm for the second time itâs so intense that all of your muscles lock up aside from your legs which shake uncontrollably and Seungcheol groans, hips stuttering when he feels the overabundance over warm liquid spilling out around his cock, splashing against his groin and stomach, dripping onto the bed. He stills, filling you so completely full that you canât even breath without adding to the mess youâve both created.Â
It takes several long minutes of heavy panting and blinking to get your heads on straight and he still doesnât pull out. Not even when he slumps down against you, grinning and kissing you lazily. Heâs doesnât give a single fuck about the mess, even going to so far as pumping his hips a few times, laughing when you hide your face under your arm at the lewd sounds echoing through the room.Â
Itâs playful at first, those half-hearted thrusts, but then his kisses turn into little nips, his mouth starts spilling those dirty words in your ear and itâs not long until you can feel him getting hard inside of you again, having never pulled out in the first place. He keeps fucking into you slowly, swallowing the sound of your whining, revelling in the way your nails no longer just rake over his skin but painfully dig into it over his shoulder blades.Â
He doesnât stop. Doesnât speed up. Doesnât give you the chance to wiggle away from him when the sharp tingling of overstimulation bleeds into, âOh, fuck, Cheol, Iâm gonna come againâŠfuckâŠâ
And you do until tears stream down your face and he pulls out, flips you over, and puts it right back in, fucking you brutally until heâs moaning and cumming, and youâre nearly ready to pass out in the bed youâve both absolutely ruined. You hear him speaking but canât make out the words and then maybe your eyes close because youâre sated and exhausted.Â
It doesnât last long though because Seungcheol is attempting to drag you from sleep because he needs to clean you both up and change the sheets before anyone crashes for the night but youâre not budging.Â
Until you feel the sensation of thick fingers pushing into your cunt and you mumble aloud, âAbsolutely noâŠstraight to jail.â
Seungcheol laughs at you having not even moved when you said it and removes his hand. âI tried waking you up nicely and you kept ignoring me. Besides, itâs all starting to spill out and I like seeing you full. If you keep laying here Iâm going to end up fucking it all back in and giving you more.â
Rolling onto your back takes an incredible amount of willpower and Cheolâs helping hands because your hips are stiff as all hell. Heâs patient, not pushing beyond your limits even though youâre sure he could go a few more rounds without tiring in the least. Affection swirls in your chest and it takes him by surprise when you reach a hand up and around his neck to pull him down to your lips.Â
HIs body relaxes into the bed, pressing his weight more firmly into the mattress to keep the pressure light where it covers your own. He kisses you tenderly, his hands moving softly and slowly over your skin, and your mind is emptied of all but the feel of him. Itâs overwhelming, how deeply attuned you are to one another and yet your body continues to demand more.Â
Your kiss is broken off in a choked moan, Seungcheolâs, when your hand snakes between your bodies. He drops his forehead to yours, taking in a deep, shaky breath when you rub the head of his cock into the mess between your folds. âAgain?â he questions, even as his hips push forward of their own accord.Â
âAgainâŠâ you breathe out, tipping your face up to catch his bottom lip with a gentle nip, â..and again, and again, and agai-â
The delirious smile on your face drops open as he pushes back inside. Your tight, swollen cunt aches with the intrusion but each shockwave that pulses through you is laced with pointed pleasure. The effort to keep his pace even and gentle is difficult but Cheol finds very quickly that there is something incredibly arrousing about slow, deep, intimate fucking.Â
Heâs never experienced anything like it because heâs never had you.Â
Yet here you are beneath him, clawing at his back and shoulders, moaning against his throat, and he knows it will only ever be like this with you. He knew he was ruined for all others years ago but in this moment he fully understands the weight of it.Â
Seungcheol will never want anyone but you.
And when you unravel together again, you look into his eyes and know it too.
The next morning it takes an unprecidented amount of effort to wake up.
Your body aches and joints pop in too many places when you stretch your limbs as if youâve been asleep for years and not mere hours. Itâs easy to pinpoint the loss of warmth at your side, Seungcheol hardly ever sleeps in and itâs evident by the smell of fresh coffee wafting in through the open bedroom door.Â
Slipping into the shirt heâd left you and your jeans from last night, you wander in and out of the bathroom and head straight to the kitchen. Cheol knows you donât drink coffee but you do love the smell of it so the sight of a full, almost untouched pot makes you laugh. His mug sits abandoned in the sink so you rinse it out and refill it, carefully balancing the full cup in your hands as you leave his apartment and head down the stairs into the garage.Â
Joshua is the first person you find, unsurprising as he never seems to get hungover no matter how much he drinks the night before. Heâs sitting at one of the work tables pouring over a set of blue prints for a new job when you walk by, chuckling and swatting away your hand when you ruffle his hair. âMorning Joshie.â He waves over his shoulder as you keep walking.
Itâs relatively quiet in the garage for a Saturday morning but most of your crew is probably passed out from the evening prior. You would have stayed in bed longer too if someone wasnât missing from it - someone you still havenât found. Instead, you happen upon Jeonghan and Mingyu working on an engineâŠyou thinkâŠagain, not your expertise.Â
âWell, well, well,â Jeonghan drawls as he catches you approaching from the corner of his eye, âIf itâs not my darling little sister,â he grins and leans over to kiss your cheek when you stop in front of him, âWhatever are you doing here, in the garage, smelling like sex and coffee, so early on this delightful Saturday morning?â
You give your brother a deadpan stare and Mingyu snickers behind him.Â
âWhereâs Cheol?â
âBringing in another delivery with Jun in the back,â Mingyu mumbles half-way under the hood with tools in hand, âShould be finishing up soon.â
Jeonghan leans against the car and crosses his arms. âIs this an official thing?â
You know heâs only asking because he loves you both so deeply that if there were any chance of it being a fling where feelings are inevitably going to be trampled, heâs putting an end to it immediately. Heâs so fiercely protective that heâd step in to protect you from yourselves without hesitation.
âThat man would have to be thirty feet deep in the ground to leave me.â
âIsnât the saying âsix-feet deepâ?â Mingyu laughs, still focusing on his task.
âI said what I said and honestly thirty-feet still might not be enough - youâll probably have to bury me with him.â
Jeonghan relaxes, shrugging off the tension in his body with a loose laugh. âGood to know,â he grins, eyes soft and gentle once more, âI always knew youâd end up together once you both gave up the worldâs most stubborn ass competition.â
Heâs not wrong. Who knew a little communication could go a long way? Certainly not you and Cheol.
Two cars pull up outside the open garage door across the way and you wiggle your fingers in greeting when Vernon, Hoshi, Wonwoo and Jihoon all pop out looking absolutely exhausted. You turn and set Cheolâs mug down on the counter behind you and pull out a stool to take a seat and hang out.Â
âWonwoo wouldnât let us stop for breakfast please tell me there are still leftovers from lunch in the fridge,â Hoshi complains loudly. He absolutely still looks a little drunk.
Jihoon shoves him to the side and makes a beeline for the fridge around the corner, the two of them cursing and bickering as they go. Wonwoo and Vernon pull up a stool next to you and now youâre feeling a little guilty for only bringing one mug down.Â
âWhereâs Cheol?â Wonwoo asks, pushing his glasses up and shaking out his messy hair.
Jeonghan tosses a thumb in his direction, âDelivery.â
Wonwoo nods and Vernon taps your shoulder. âHey, youâre here kinda early. Where did you go last night? Lost you at some point.â
Your cheeks heat. There are some of the guys you make crude jokes with and some you donât - both Vernon and Wonwoo being on one side while Mingyu and Jeonghan are on the opposite. âOh, I uhhh-â
âNotice anyone else missing last night?â
âJeonghan-â
Vernonâs brows pinch together in thought. Mingyu stands up, setting down his tools before wiping his hands on his pants. âYou know,â he grins, âGuy who lives in a garage, goofy laugh, kinda meanâŠâ
Wonwoo breaks out in hysterics and Vernonâs grin is entirely visible though youâre sure he is trying to make it disappear when he says, âOh! Oh okayâŠyeahâŠthat makes sense. So, youâre likeâŠyeah?â
You snort in response nodding your head. âMhm, weâre like yeah.â
âWhoâs like what?â Hoshi says around a mouthful, coming up to join you with Jihoon stomping past him empty-handed to go help Joshua.Â
âHer and Cheol finally got together,â Wonwoo supplies and Hoshiâs eyes light up.
âOh my god!!! Thatâs so exciting!â he dances over and drops his food on the counter, which Mingyu picks up to polish off while heâs distracted. Hoshi wraps you in a bear hug you try to fight off and then youâre up and out of your chair being squeezed and swung around, âThis is such great news!!!â
Thwap.
Hoshi blinks and you slide to the floor. When he touches the back of his head, itâs wet and he turns to find a rag on the ground. It takes less than two seconds to figure out who threw it because itâs Seungcheolâs thundering voice that calls out, âPut her down and get to work, asshole.â
âAsshole?â Hoshi mutters, kicking the rag, âIâm the asshole?â
Jeonghan rolls his eyes, âOh, heâs going to be unbearable,â he smacks your arm lightly, âHey, do us all a favor. Take him back upstairs and tie him up or something would ya?â
âInappropriate,â you snort just before big familiar arms wrap around you from behind.Â
âMorning baby,â he breathes against your hair before heâs planting a hot kiss on the side of your neck, âSleep well?â
Everyone very quickly finds a way to mind their own business.Â
âSlept just fine,â you smile, turning your head to kiss him properly. âNow apologize to Hoshi, you beast.â
He sighs, dropping his head dramatically against your shoulder. âHoshi!â he shouts across the way, âIâm sorry. Order breakfast for everyone on me.â
âAll is forgiven, bro!â Hoshi salutes him in response and the others start gathering to make their requests. Food fixes almost anything in this house.
Cheol laughs and kisses your hair. âHappy?â
âVery,â you hum, turning in his arms, âBrought you coffee but it might be cold by now.â
âThat was nice of you.â Now that youâre finally getting a good look at him you see heâs wearing the dark blue cargo pant, white tank top combo that drives you fucking insane. Youâll sit for literal hours on end just to watch him work on the cars in that exact outfit. Even better when heâs got oil smatterings here and there. The thick leather gloves he sometimes has hanging out of his back posket when not in use.Â
Mechanic Seungcheol is one of your favorite fantasies sprung to life.
âI wasnât doing it out of the kindness of my own heart,â you retort, âI was trying to get something out of you in return.â
âOh?â he smirks, âLike what?â
âKiiiinda hoping Iâd get you back upstairs for a few favors.â
His hands slide along your arms until heâs managed to bring them up and around his neck and then heâs got you caged in, clasping his own low on your back. âIâm sure we can make time for that,â he mumbles along the seam of your lips, brazenly, and very openly making out with you in the next breath like there arenât several people in the garage along with you.
âMAKE IT QUICK. WEâVE GOT SHIT TO DO.â
Cheol tosses up a middle finger in Jeonghanâs general direction and shouts back, âWell, Iâve got your sister to do and thatâs more important. Work can wait.â Your mouth pops open in amusement and he takes advantage of your distraction to hoist you up into his arms, making his way toward the stairs to his apartment again. When he speaks again, itâs only loud enough for you, âI think Iâve got just enough time to fuck you over the kitchen counter and make a fresh pot of coffee before I have to come back down, whoop your brotherâs ass, and get back to work.â
âYour time management skills are-â you cling onto him a little tighter as he starts up the steps, â- very impressive.â
âYou should see my oral presentation skills.â
With that in mind, you lean over his shoulder and shout down, âYOU CAN HAVE HIM BACK IN AN HOUR.â
âAN HOUR?!â Jeonghan hollers back, absolutely exasperated because he knows this is going to be an ongoing battle for months if not years on end. âWHAT PART OF WE GOT SHIT TO DO DID YOU TWO NOT UNDERSTAND?â
Cheol sighs and puts you down to open the door, hanging over the railing with a flat look on his face. âIâll rip the transmission out of your car with my bare hands and toss it into the river if you open this door.â
Jeonghan scoffs but Cheol grins and cuts him off, âAnd then iâll take the knife in your glovebox and split open every individual stitch in the interior.â
Those are serious fighting words between car guys. You think.
Jeonghan narrows his eyes and then huffs, hands on his hips. âYou guys are the worst.â
Cheol blows your brother a kiss as you drag him inside and you can catch a hint of amusement on Jeonghanâs face just before you seal yourselves inside.Â
Youâre okay with being the worst, so is Seungcheol.Â
Maybe being a couple of lowlifes isnât such a bad thing after all.
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Werewolf Husband that is obsessed with your ass...
Werewolf husband that is obsessed with your ass. His hands are on it at all times of the day. Itâs not even always super sexual. Sometimes itâs just a loving little slap as you pass him in the hallway or a firm grab as you bend over to reach for something. He always makes sure to give your ass a big squeeze as soon as you wake.
Cuddling= Hand on ass
Sleeping = Hand on ass
Bending over to tie your shoe laces = Hand on ass
Walking away after placing his food in front of him = Ass smack
Walk past him in the hallway= Ass smackÂ
Fucking: Ass smack, bite, grab and occasionally fuck
This werewolf is obsessed with your ass.
You have come to expect having your ass in his hands in some way, shape or form. So, when you woke up this morning and he didnât grab it, you were completely thrown off. You didnât say anything because maybe he just forgot, but then you walked by him in the hallway and he just gave you a small smile.
Once again you brushed it off, you know he has been working hard lately with the pack. Maybe he is just tired.Â
Then you brought him lunch in his office. You made the food perfectly and put on a cute little skirt that practically screamed look at my butt and squeeze! Placing the food down you stood right next to him and angled your body so you were easy to reach and your ass was on prime display. He just thanked you and went back to work while taking bites of his food.
Now you know something is wrong. You spend the rest of the day trying to figure out what you did wrong. You cannot think of anything but surely you are missing something. Everything was normal when you went to sleep last night. He fucked your brains out then pulled you to his warm chest. You even felt his clawed hand stroking your ass as you drifted off to sleep. What could have possibly changed between then and this morning?
When your husband finally emerges from his office he finds you pouting on the sofa. He calls your name and as soon as you look at him the dam breaks and tears start pouring from your eyes.Â
He is kneeling in front of you in seconds grabbing your smaller hands in his own and asking what is wrong.
When you tearfully say, âYou haven't touched my butt todayâ, he just looks at you confused. You go on and try to explain, âYou always touch my butt. You love it. Everytime you are within arms reach you grab it or smack it. You didnât do it at all today. Not once! What did I do wrong? Do you not love me anymore? Do you not love my butt anymore?â
He looks at you in complete shock for a moment before howling in laughter. Your sad tears quickly turn into irritated tears and your small fists hit his chest.
âThatâs why youâre crying? You think I don't love you anymore because I haven't grabbed your ass todayâ, he says between bouts of laughter.
You glare at him for making fun of you and refuse to say anything further, knowing he will just laugh more.
He finally controls himself before scooping you into his arms, his hand going straight to your ass to hold you up. His hands massage your ass as he sticks his long tongue down your throat, earning a needy moan from you. He begins walking towards the bedroom and says âCome on my little mate. Let me show you how much I love your ass by stuffing it full of my cock. Cant have my precious wife feeling unlovedâ.
You smile as he lands a firm slap on your right ass cheek, everything feeling right once again.
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k*nktober week one : dubcon/s*x pollen
SEXY CURSED SPIRIT â on a mission, satoru gets hit by a cursed spirit. unbeknownst to you, the curse's technique happens to be a phenomenal aphrodisiac.
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content warning: dubcon, unprotected sex, unestablished relationship, oral sex (f. receiving), creampie, not proofread minors DNI
a/n: okay so i completely missed my own deadline and this is highkey buns but trust i will be making up for it during the rest of the month so just bear with me, chat
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Satoru Gojo, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern era, the honored one himself, was stuck fucking his fist, alone in his room, with nothing but the thought of you running through his mind.
It wasnât often that Satoru messed up. In fact, he almost never did. Today was one of those âalmosts.â
He had been looking forward to this mission with you since Yaga assigned it. He was always super happy whenever he got to work with you, and, unfortunately, a bit carelessâheâd always been a bit of a showoff anyway.
âI think it went this way,â you said, carefully walking down the alley. Satoru followed close behind, his strides far from as careful as yours. The cursed spirit the two of you were after was nothing too special. You, specifically, didnât know about how it worked, as that information Satoru decided to withold from youâ âIt doesnât matter, it wonât get a chance to show us when we show up,â he boasted. The most you knew was that itâs abilities were not completely lethal.
What you learned later was that he was only half telling the truth. The full truth was far too embarrassing for him to say.
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âWhat the hell happened to him?â
You held the door open for Satoru, who was being held upright by IchijiâSatoru refused to be held by you. âHe got hit by the curse we were after,â you answered.
Shoko guided Ichiji to a bed to place Satoru down. You followed closely behind. As they laid him down, Shoko questioned you as to what you knew and what happened. In all your panic, what you didnât notice was the prominent tent in Satoruâs pants.
âS-ShokoâŠget her out of here,â Satoru requested weakly. Shoko, at first confused, took one look at his âsituationâ and asked you to leave.
â
âY/N, you reallyâŠshouldnât be hereâŠâ
Satoru hadnât let you into his room yet, but you could hear him on the other side. He sounded weak and out of breath. Desperate, even.
You stood outside of his apartment, holding a bag of medicine, tea, and soup. You didnât know exactly what was wrong, but your panicked and concerned mind raced to get anything to help him feel better, especially after the message Shoko gave you. âI was worried, so I wanted to check in.â
âI told youâŠto stay away from meâŠâ He was leaned up against the wood, slowly stroking his hard cock. He had already came five times before you showed up, and each time he imagined he was fucking you.
With heavy breaths, he wondered what you looked like on the other side, what you were wearing, what expression you had on your face. All that raced through his mind was you.
âSatoru, let me in.â You swore you could hear a moan from the other side of the door. âShoko said you were asking for me.â
âIâm serious, Y/NâŠâ Suddenly, he felt himself cum in his hand. Despite that, he was still impossibly hard. âI donât know what Iâll doâŠâ
âJust let me help youââ
The door opened and you were met with Satoru, cheeks flushed and eyes clouded. He was panting and looked down at you like a wolf watches a lamb. You barely processed the fact that he didnât even bother to cover himself up when he pulled you inside harshly and into a heated kiss.
You tried to push him off of you, but the strength of the strongest living sorcerer was beyond overpowering. He held both of your wrists with one hand before just barely closing the front door and pinning you against it. Your face was hot when you felt him groan into your mouth and his knee pressed against your heat.
After what felt like forever, he pulled away, leaving you both panting messes. âDId Shoko tell you what this curse did to me,â he asked, half lidded eyes looking down at you. You let out a weak ânoâ before he picked you up and bent you over the nearest surface. âBeen thinking about youâŠThatâs what this stupid curseââ You feel him yank down your bottoms and pantiesâ âis doing to meâŠâ
Satoru takes a moment to admire the sight in front of himâbent over and helpless. He took two fingers and swiped them in the wetness between your legs and, god, you were soaked. Suddenly, he gets on his knees and spreads your ass cheeks to get a better look at your drooling pussy. âSo pretty,â he mumbles before burying his face in your heat.
You moan loudly at the sudden contact, letting him spread your legs for better access. âS-SatoruâŠâ Your legs go weak as he sucks on your clit and fucks your hole with his tongue. Thankfully, he was holding you up, fingers gripping onto your thighs tight enough to bruise.
Itâs not long until he makes you cum with a loud, whorish moan. Desperately, Satoru laps up every bit of your release.
You were going to raise yourself up, but you felt Satoru press you back down onto the counter and grip your hips. He strokes his angry red cock and practically shoves it into you, bottoming out with a guttural groan. âOh, f-fuckâŠâ
His thrusts were initially slowâyou could feel him actively restraining himselfâbut with a low apology, he quickly began to pound into you. Youâre an absolute mess as he holds you down and perfectly hits that spot inside you. Satoru is absolutely losing his mind. To think, because of some stupid cursed spirit with an aphrodisiac ability, heâs finally able to have you like this. âYou sound so sexy, Y/NâŠâ
âS-Satoru, Iâm gonnaâŠâ Your legs begin to shake as you feel your orgasm ring through you. Satoru whines at the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him, only hastening his pace to feel it even more. With the same harshness, he fucks you through his orgasm, aiming for another one. âI-Itâs too muchâŠâ
âCâmon pretty, just give me another one,â Satoru begged in between moans. âJust let me fuck this curse out of meâŠâ
He makes you cum another two times before moving you to his room. He kisses you desperately, like heâll die if he pulls away from your lips. His hands are on you the whole time, grasping at any bit of you that was within reach. âYouâre so perfect,â he repeats as he fucks you in missionary.
Your legs are resting on Satoruâs shoulders as he goes for your fifth orgasm of the night. Your moans morph into whimpers and cries as he continues rough thrusts. Your arms are wrapped around his neck as he makes out with you. Satoru growls into your mouth and his thrusts grow erratic and impatient. It was clear that he was set to cum any minute.
âGod, youâre so perfect for me, Y/NâŠâ His eyes are locked on you, never wanting the image of your fucked out face and glistening, naked body to leave his mind. âWanna have you like this all the timeâŠâ
Youâre under him, repeating his name like a mantra as you feel yourself closer to cumming. âIâm so c-close, SatoruâŠâ
âFuck baby, Iâm cummingâŠâ As you clench around him, you feel Satoru spill into your sopping cunt. He whines and moans unabashedly as you milk him for all heâs worth until you both end up passing out in his bed.
When he wakes up the next morning to find you passed out next to him, he readies an apology. Though, once you assure him that it was fine and you were happy to be the one to help him, he asks if youâd be willing to help him with a new growing problem.
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GIRL I GOT ANOTHER IDEA SO EXCUSE MEđ
SO u come back from work super tired from a really hard day and have no energy to take ur makeup off so sukuna offers to do it for u and LET ME TELL YOU this man does not know how to do anything without being aggressive đ(typical) so hes drowning the cotton pad in makeup remover and starts aggressively rubbing on ur face purposely just to make u laugh and ur giggling and laughing and slapping his chest telling him to stop cause heâs getting the remover in ur eye and he has no idea what heâs doing THEN ITS ENDS UP BEING ALL KISSY AND STUFF ANYWAY BYEâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžđ©·
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IM GOING TO- *combusts*
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The way you haphazardly toss your keys on the table, only for them to slip and fall off is exactly the last thing you need.
After today, where one step forward was three back, where nothing went right and nothing was easy, the sight of your keys on the floor has your body tensing in annoyance and shrills of angst down your spine.
You let out a shaky sigh, âIâm home!â
No reply. Your hands ball into fists, âI SAID IM HOME!â
âDAMN I heard you, gimme three seconds!â A gruff voice calls back. You canât fight the smirk that wants to spread on your tired features, and your hands come up to rub your exhausted eyes. Loud footsteps come down the hall and you drop your hands to blink at him. He snorts, âraccoon looking ass.â
âOh. Right. I was wearing mascara.â
âItâs fine, not like youâve got to impress me anyways,â he says, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your forehead, âhow was your day?â
âTerrible,â you whine. You angle your head to look up at him, âcanât I just be your pretty girlfriend and you provide for me?â
He snickers, âI offered, you told me that if you didnât have independence youâd smother me with a pillow. So no. You canât.â You groan and bury your face in his chest, and he clicks his tongue, âI can take care of you now, though. If you beg prettily enough.â
âYouâre going to make your overworked, burnt out, exhausted future wife beg for your attention?â
âNo. Iâm going to make her beg to be babied.â
You paw at his chest, fingers fisting the collar of his shirt, âplease, sukuna, take care of me for a bit. Iâm so tired, and you know how much I already hate asking for your help, but I need you. Please, I just want to be loved for a bit.â
He grins and presses a kiss to your forehead, âthatâs more like it. Câmon-â he bends down to hook his massive hands under your thighs, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. You giggle and instinctively tighten your arms around his shoulders, âletâs get your clown makeup off.â
ââS not clown makeup,â you pout, playing with the hair of his buzz cut. âTell me Iâm pretty.â
âDawg.â
âPlease?â You mewl, pulling back to look down at him, and he rolls his eyes and nudges the bathroom door open with his knee.
âFuck, youâre really in a headspace huh?â He says, plopping you on the counter. He braces himself on either side of your legs, and he looks you up and down. âOf course youâre beautiful, baby. Taking a lot of control to not smother you right now. Especially with you all pliant, fuck youâre so pretty. Let me take care of you, yeah? Let me make ya feel better.â
âOkay,â you hum. He leans up to press a kiss to your lips before opening the drawer for a cotton square he knows heâs seen you use before. Then, he reaches just behind you to the small shelf, and grabs your makeup remover. âYou know what youâre doing?â You ask.
âBabe, Iâve seen you do this more times than I care to count,â he scoffs. âTrust me. I know far too much about what Iâm doing.â He pops off the cap and absolutely drenches the poor cotton in an overwhelming amount of makeup remover. He starts to bring it to your eyes, and you laugh and duck away.
âBaby, thatâs too much!â
âMore makeup remover, more makeup removed,â he says, and while his logic is wrong, you do giggle at the idea heâs trying to help, and while itâs amusing, you donât want to lose this domesticity with him either.
So, you close your eyes and laugh more as he applies the wet cotton round to your eyes, pressing hard enough the juices spill over your cheeks. âSukuna!â You titter.
âYou want this done or not?â He asks, smearing the cotton around your eye and cheek to try and swipe off any makeup clinging to you. Heâs rough with his wiping, pulling your eyes and making your cheeks hot from friction, and you swat at his hands to try and make some relief. âOkay, now youâre hindering.â
âIt burns,â you confess, but youâre still laughing.
You practically feel the air go from goofy to panic, âwhat burns, what do you mean it burns, why does it burn, it doesnât burn when you do it right?â
âChill, you big baby,â you snort. âItâs in my eye because you used all 200% of your strength on my damn socket. Just get me a wet cloth, itâll be fine.â
You watch him fling open the closet door and grab a small washcloth, dampening it with water before passing it to you. He clicks his tongue, âfor reference, this is why I never offer to help you.â
âBecause you use your brute strength and power to battle the very-easily-removable-mascara from my eyes?â
âExactly.â
You smile up at him while he tosses the cotton round in the trash, only to then scowl down at you when he meets your gaze. âThe fuckâre you looking at?â
âMy boyfriend, who loves me,â you coo, and he rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to your lips, which you happily reciprocate.
âHe smeared makeup all over your face,â he snickers. âYou look rough.â
âThatâs okay,â you shrug. âHe tried his best.â
âEw.â
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Of Course, Professor
Pairing: Law Professor!Lee Know x Female Reader
Genre: Smut. Romantic-ish. Basically just porn with a hint of plot tossed in so I donât just keyboard smash sex stuff on the page and feel bad about myself. 18+.
Summary: The law professor everyone is scared of generously offers to help you with your school work.
Warnings: There is explicit language. There is explicit sex (oral, penetration, teasing, edging, cumshot). There is a Professor/Student relationship, and IRL I do think thatâs super inappropriate BUT this isnât real life and I promise everything is very consensual, thereâs no like âgive me sex and youâll get an Aâ kinda stuff, so, itâs all very much in my own personal scope of comfort. I wouldnât write anything I felt was yucky. If any of that rubs you the wrong way though, thatâs totally fine, and this one isnât for you which is completely okay.
A/N: So, once upon a time in my undergrad years I was determined to be a lawyer. For a solid academic year I changed my major to Paralegal Studies because I figured that would be a perfect foundation for law school (smart, right?). Except like, three months in I was miserable and hated everything about it and realized that it absolutely couldnât be me. I ended up having a similar discussion with my academic advisor/professor - except I didnât end up fucking them - not that professor anyway (kidding). I always wanted to write a story about that awful year, and now I have - kindaâŠsort of. With a twist of delicious Lee Know and forbidden love. Yum.Â
âCan you stop please?âÂ
You look at the girl sitting next to you in class. Her name completely escapes you but her eyes are burning lasers at the pen youâve been clicking nervously in your hands.Â
â...SorryâŠâÂ
You apologize and gently set the pen down on your desk. Professor Lee is taking his sweet time passing back the most recent term papers and you dig your nails into your palm in anticipation of your grade.Â
To say youâre struggling in his Civil Procedures course is an understatement. In fact, you donât seem to be doing well in any of the classes youâre taking this semester. The voices of your parents condescendingly telling you âLaw School isnât for everyone and thatâs okay,â sound like theyâre playing on repeat in an echo chamber.Â
If you bomb this paper youâre out. You stayed up almost all night last night going over the pros and cons of dropping out. You went back and forth so long fighting with yourself that you fell asleep thinking about it, and when you woke up the only thing you could think of was letting the universe give you a sign.Â
You had worked on your term paper for weeks, carefully piecing it together, you spent so much time in the library that you now know the TA who works at the help desk on a first name basis. So if you flunk it, thereâs your magical sign.
âMs. ___,â Professor Lee sets your paper face down on the desk - bad sign. He leans down just a tad, âWhy donât we meet in my office after class?â - even worse.Â
âYes, Professor,â you nod. You think about not even flipping the stapled monstrosity over, but curiosity gets the better of you.Â
There it is, a painful 55% staring back at you in thick, blood-red marker. You spare yourself the trouble of pouring over the thinner red notes made in the margins of every page. You canât help the tears of frustration that pool in your eyes.Â
âEveryone enjoy your break and the time spent with your families, when we return weâll begin our discussions on Summary Judgement, so please make sure you complete the reading outlined in the syllabus before we see each other again. Dismissed,â Mr. Lee nods and the ruckus of chairs against linoleum and exasperation fill the room.Â
Mr. Leeâs office is four floors above the classroom, so you have a few minutes to spare - which you spend in the restroom crying, drying your eyes, then crying again.Â
Youâre dropping out of Law School. All that work, all that trying, all those late nights - and donât even start on the amount of money spent on coffee and tuition and fucking textbooks andâŠyou start sobbing again.Â
âHow did you do?â Seungmin asks when you emerge from the ladies room, his face immediately contorts into a painful frown at your red, puffy face, âThat bad huh?âÂ
âI canât really talk Seungmin,â you take a deep breath, âIâve got to go meet Lee in his office before his next class begins.âÂ
âFuck,â Seungmin frowns even more, âThat man scares the shit out of me.âÂ
âThanks,â you say, âThatâs helpful.âÂ
âSorry. Weâre all heading to the Coffee House before everyone starts driving home for the break, do you want to come? After your meeting of course,â he asks.Â
âNot today,â you shake your head, âbut thank you for asking.âÂ
He gives you a sympathetic look and your shoulder a tiny squeeze.
You stand outside Professor Lees office for a few moments, gathering yourself. Professor Lee makes everyone nervous. Heâs a hard instructor, emotionless sometimes, so direct itâs painful, and it doesnât help anyone that heâs also devastatingly attractive. Heâs a giant walking slab of intimidation.Â
You softly knock on the door and he looks up at you from over his glasses as he types something.Â
âAh, Ms. ___, there you are. Come, sit down,â he instructs and you slide through the doorframe and slouch in an old green armchair across from his desk.Â
âJust give me one second,â he says slowly as he continues typing, âalright.âÂ
âIâm sorry sir, for the term paper, I should have done better,â you offer up, electing to go ahead and fall on your own sword.
âThereâs no need for apologies Ms. ___, a waste of time in this kind of situation. I would like to speak to you about your grades this semester though. After I graded your term paper, I reached out to some of my colleagues - some of your other professors - and they all had similar reports to give me, can we talk about that?â
You sigh, fanning out your fingers over your thighs, âPlease, Professor, you mentioned a moment ago about time wasters - and I donât want to waste anymore of your time - Iâve decided to drop out of law school.âÂ
The defeat you feel just saying the words out loud to someone is enough to bring tears back, but you fight them off. You will not cry in Professor Lee Minhos office. Absolutely not.Â
Professor Lee purses his lips and nods, âI think thatâs probably for the best.âÂ
Your jaw drops, âArenât you supposed to encourage me to do the opposite? To try harder or something?âÂ
âMiss ___, I fear if you tried any harder your hair might burn out from the roots,â he smiles and if you werenât so shocked, youâd laugh at the first joke youâve ever heard him utter.Â
Before you can think of something to say, he produces a file folder from his drawers and smacks it on the table making you jump.Â
âThese are all the papers youâve written for my class so far this semester. Your papers intrigue me Miss ___.âÂ
Intrigue? Thatâs a funny word to use for âdisgusted and disappointed beyond imagination.âÂ
âBut you-,â you begin to point out that the highest grade heâs ever given you on a paper was a 68%. Far from intriguing.Â
âButâŠas legal writing? Theyâre all absolute trash,â he tells you. âWhat intrigues me about them is the way you write, itâs quite good, every time I read one I feel like Iâm in the room with a friend whoâs trying to sort of explain law to me, the problem is you just donât think, rationalize, or talk like a lawyer. I noticed in your transcript that your undergraduate degree was in education, and you had a 4.0 GPA. I canât help but wonder, Miss ___, what career are you looking for?âÂ
âAâŠa lawyer,â you say in a quiet voice, staring at a knick on his desk.Â
He looks skeptical as he leans back in his chair, âWhy?âÂ
âBecauseâŠâ oh fuck it all, you may as well just say it, âbecause my father, my mother, and my older brother are all lawyers, who went here.âÂ
âI see, so one could deduce that you wanted to be a lawyer because they wanted you to be one, they expected it of you?â he concludes.Â
You smile comically, the truth is much more pathetic.Â
âNo, actually, they all told me I couldnât do it. They told me I wasnât smart enough, sharp enough, bold enough. I wanted to teach art to school children, but when thatâs exactly what I elected to study, their comments started. I was just a private joke between the three of them, and I hated it, so I wanted to show them that I could be a lawyer.âÂ
âYou came here to study law out of stubborn spite?â he reiterates.Â
âYes sir, I did,â you look at your lap and play with a rogue string from your sweater cuff.Â
âThatâs quite impressive, Miss ___, to go through all that trouble, strife, and money to do something you have no interest in just to best your family.âÂ
âWell when you say it like that I sound like a psycho,â you laugh timidly, trying to keep the sludge of humiliation down.Â
âI donât think youâre a psycho, I think youâre a bright woman who wanted to show her family they were wrong, but just ended up making herself miserable,â his expression is soft, almost understanding. âHowever, as your professor, I donât think I could recommend continuing with law school. This is your first year, with first year level studies, and youâre struggling this much all for something you donât even want, it will only get more difficult from here.âÂ
You nod, âYouâre probably right sir,â you stand, âI should get to the admin office before they close for the break, Iâm sorry for wasting your time,â you give him a respectful smile and grab your bag.
âMiss ___,â he motions for you to sit back down, âFirst of all, youâve not wasted a single second of my time. Second, I donât recommend dropping out right now, I think you should finish this semester at least.âÂ
âYou just saidâŠâ
âI said I donât think you should continue with law school, and I donât. However, weâre past the official mid-point of the semester, the cut off to withdraw for a full refund of tuition was last week, if you go now youâll never get that money back.âÂ
You plop back down in the chair, even more defeated, âI didnât realize that,â you drag your hands down your face in frustration, âshit.â
Professor Lee chuckles, âI do have an alternative plan for you, if youâre willing to hear it and put in the work,â he offers.Â
You sit up straight, âYes, of course sir.âÂ
âI suggest you finish this semester, and I will help you - starting with rewriting your latest term paper. Iâll even try to assist you with some of your other courses, if youâd like. If we work diligently enough, you can finish this semester with an acceptable GPA, that keeps your academic record away from probation or academic expulsion,â he explains.Â
âYou would do that?â you ask in disbelief.Â
âWell, of course, I am a professor after all. What sort would I be if I wasnât willing to help my students?âÂ
âI donât know what to say Professor,â you smile, âthatâs too generous.âÂ
âItâs not a problem Miss ___. Now, letâs talk strategy, I assume you donât plan on spending break with your family?â he guesses.Â
âNo sir, theyâre too busy anyway, I plan on staying in my apartment off campus during the break,â you answer.Â
âSplendid. This evening I have a night class to teach, but perhaps we could meet tomorrow? The library will be closed for break, but my students enjoy meeting up together at that coffee place downtown, uh, Coffee Shack or something,â he struggles.Â
âThe Coffee House?â you help him and try to hold back a grin.
âYes, would you like to meet there, say, 1PM tomorrow afternoon? We can go over some of your papers together and Iâll help you with your legal writing technique,â he asks.Â
âYes, Iâll be there sir, I really canât thank you enough, truly I appreciate this,â you tell him.Â
âI look forward to it, Miss ___.âÂ
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You adjust your backpack as you walk towards the Coffee House doors. You packed your laptop, all your text books, notes, and a few other things because you werenât sure what Professor Lee would want to cover. The weight of it all is dragging you down and you have to hunch over a bit to balance it.Â
âMy goodness, here, let me get that for you Miss ___,â Professor Lee greets you at the door, he seems to have already picked a table near the front and grabs your bag with a grunt. âDid you pack your entire house?â he teases.Â
âI didnât know what youâd want me to bring, so I brought all my school things,â you laugh.Â
âWell, I suppose it wonât matter that the library is closed since you brought it with you,â he chuckles and you take the seat beside him.Â
âShould we start?â you open your laptop and power on.Â
âI thought perhaps youâd like a beverage?â
âOh,â you look behind you at the register, âYes, I suppose we should caffeinate,â you smile.Â
âWhat would you like?â He stands up and brings his wallet out.Â
âOh please sir, let me pay, itâs the least I could do for all of your help,â you beg.Â
âNonsense, as much as I love to argue Miss ___ I donât see the point over a cup of coffee, what would you like? Are you hungry?âÂ
âNo, I ate lunch before coming, just a latte for me, small,â you concede, âand thank youâŠagain.âÂ
He smiles and departs from the table. You watch him in the line from where you sit. Seeing Professor Lee like this feelsâŠdifferent. In a less formal setting heâs almost approachable, and youâre starting to see things about him that you donât in class. Like his generosity, and kindness, the man even has a sense of humor and you think of texting Seungmin about it but stop yourself. You want to keep this all a secret. You donât want anyone knowing that youâre in such desperate need of assistance with your courses, but also you want to keep this side of Professor Lee to yourself.Â
You could think of worse ways to spend your Saturday afternoon than with an attractive law professor whoâs willing to help you pass your classes. You wonder if heâs aware that all his students find him so hot, or if itâs something thatâs never occurred to him. He doesnât wear a ring on any of his fingers, which tells you he isnât married, but that doesnât mean heâs single. You canât imagine that heâs not seeing anyone. In class heâs usually got on some academia aesthetic looking suit on, lots of tweeds and browns - today he wears a fitted pair of jeans, and a navy sweater with a white collared button up fashioned underneath, the sleeves pushed up his forearms. His jet black hair isnât styled like it usually is in class, and hangs long and loose around his face. He looks like such a boyfriendâŠ
You blush and go back to focusing on your laptop. What the hell was that? Heâs your professor. Which is actually kind of enticingâŠ
You press your lips together and roll your eyes at yourself. Stop with the intrusive sexual thoughts about Professor Lee - the man is trying to save your ass, not spank it - having inappropriate daydreams, no matter how justified they may be, is unacceptable.Â
âHere we go,â he comes back to the table and sets two mugs on the surface as he takes his seat again.Â
âThanks,â you smile politely, trying not to look at him. If you donât look at him, maybe you wonât think about how cute he is and instead focus on what you ought to be: your failing grades.Â
âSo, letâs start with the main issue of your papers. Writing, in the legal sense, is cut and dry. Itâs all about facts, findings, and nothing expressive or personal, which is where you seem to have the most trouble,â he begins and you try to absorb the information instead of noticing the way his lips look while sipping his coffee.Â
This endeavor may be harder for you than just pulling your grades up.Â
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âI think that was a very productive first meeting,â he says optimistically as you start piling things back into your backpack.Â
âI think so too,â you nod. Productive, yes - but now the real work begins and youâll have to go home and actually re-write the damned thing.Â
Professor Lee carries your backpack out the door, âWhereâs your car?âÂ
âOh, itâs at home, I just live a few blocks away,â you point in the general direction of your apartment.Â
âYou mean to tell me you carried this while walking from your house?â he holds the backpack with two hands for dramatics and you giggle.Â
âItâs not that terrible, how long has it been since you were carrying books around, Professor? Surely you remember the struggle,â you tease.Â
âI suppose itâs been a bit, here,â he reaches in his pocket and the SUV beside you beeps, he opens the passenger door, âIâll drive you home so you donât have to endure the struggle.âÂ
âI couldnât ask you to do that sir,â you shake your head.Â
âItâs fine, itâs a small college town Miss ___, I can get literally anywhere in less than five minutes, especially since the majority of students are gone this week. Let me be chivalrous for you,â he smiles and you melt a little bit.Â
âWell, if you insist,â you look up at him as you slide into the passenger seat.Â
âI do,â he closes the door, then places your bag in the backseat before coming around to the drivers side.Â
âAre you always this difficult, Miss ___? Or are you just trying to be overly polite because Iâm your professor?â he asks when you point him down the street towards your apartment.Â
âDifficult, sir?â you look at him wide-eyed.Â
âMmhmm,â he nods, âYou didnât want me to buy your coffee, you nearly refused my ride home electing to carry a small library on your back while you walk,â a look of panicked concern washes over his face and he looks over at you, âThis isnât making you uncomfortable in any way is it? Being alone with me?âÂ
âNo! No, absolutely not,â you assure him, though you wager that your thoughts about him would certainly make him uncomfortable. âIâm just so incredibly grateful for your help, and you continue to go out of your way for me. Itâs just never something IâŠâ you stop yourself.Â
âNever something you what?â he presses.Â
You laugh awkwardly, âItâs just not ever something I expected from you, given your reputation with the other students.âÂ
âAh, yes,â he sucks his teeth, âMy reputation of being an uptight jerk who doesnât like anyone.âÂ
âI would never use those words sir,â you tell him.Â
âYou might not, but I have the internet too, Iâve seen the threads about me on social medias,â he shares.Â
âYou read those?â your voice raises at least three octaves.Â
âOf course, Iâm only human, curiosity gets the best of me from time to time.âÂ
âI donât participate in those conversations,â you shake your head, âI understand that itâs only natural for students to want to know about the personalities of their upcoming professors, but the bias that occurs in those threads is absurd.âÂ
âI agree, though sometimes they can be helpful, to my ego at least,â he laughs.Â
âHow so?â you wonder, because you donât remember seeing anything about his classes online that would feed his ego.Â
âSome of my students may not like my personality, but they like looking at me,â he grins.Â
âProfessor Lee! Thatâs scandalous,â you laugh and playfully smack his shoulder.Â
âWhat?â he laughs with you, âIâve got to take something positive from it! 75% of those comments are atrocious, but Iâm quite proud that I scored three hot peppers on the professor hotness scale.â
âOh my God,â you cover your mouth, âI cannot believe Iâm sitting in your car having this conversation,â you giggle.Â
âIs this your building?â he points.Â
âYes, it is.âÂ
He parks on the street and you take a deep breath when he exits the car. He knows his students think heâs hot, and now he knows that you know he knows. You pat yourself on the back for indicating youâve never participated in those threads before the conversation took a turn towards hot peppers. Though you are 100% guilty of voting for his peppers.Â
He opens your door, hanging your backpack across his shoulder.Â
âIâll walk this up for you,â he offers and you swallow hard.Â
âSure,â you smile, your heart pounding out of your chest. Professor Lee Minho is about to see the inside of your apartment. You try to recall the state you left the place in. You remember doing your dishes before you left, but thatâs about the only productive thing you can remember doing today.Â
You unlock your door and flip the lights on. Your art supplies are everywhere, and you have a bag of laundry by the door because you plan on hitting the laundromat this evening. In trying to move it out of the way you knock it over, a pair of your underwear spilling out onto the floor right at his feet as he walks through.Â
âJesus,â you mutter, humiliated, as he looks down at you grabbing up the black lace thong and shoving it back into the bag.Â
To your utter relief, he says nothing about your undergarments. He sets your backpack down and looks around.
âCan I offer you anything to eat or drink?âÂ
âDid you do all these?â he walks forward into the room towards the area you dry your paintings in. Canvas after canvas sits up against the wall, some completed, most unfinished.Â
âOh, yes,â you say, walking up beside him, âThis semester has been really frustrating for me, and painting helps.âÂ
âWell, theyâre beautiful, truly - youâre quite talented,â he looks down at you, âI can see why teaching art is a passion for you, youâve certainly got quite a knack for it.âÂ
âThank you,â you say quietly.Â
âTeaching is very rewarding,â he adds, âI think that you should pursue your original dream Miss ___. Youâve clearly got a lot to offer the world,â he smiles down at you and you catch his gaze, a few quiet seconds pass as you look into his dark eyes.Â
âYou could just call me by my first name, ___, if you wanted,â you say softly, âand um, thank you, for complimenting my art.âÂ
âYouâre very welcome, ___,â he responds, staring at you again. You watch his eyes flit down to your lips and your heart speeds up again. He suddenly clears his throat and looks back at the paintings, âI think we should make the most of the week, since classes arenât meeting, this is a perfect time for you to catch up with your studies. Tomorrow is Sunday, which is the day I typically devote to catching up on grading, and I do have midterm grades to enter. Perhaps Monday?â he asks.Â
âMonday, yeah. That works, um, I have a shift at work on Monday morning, but Iâll be free after 3PM.âÂ
âPerfect, we could meet at the Coffee House again, around 4:30?âÂ
âYeah, that sounds good.âÂ
âGreat,â he begins walking back to the door, âand, um, while weâre together - working on your coursework I mean - feel free to call me Minho. However when classes resume, itâs probably best to address me as Professor Lee.âÂ
âOf course, Professor,â you agree. âThank you, erâŠMinhoâŠfor everything today.âÂ
âYouâre most welcome,â he opens the door then pauses, turning his head slightly in your direction, âNice panties, by the way. See you Monday!âÂ
You stand there, speechless, staring at the closed door.Â
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Monday afternoon you canât help but notice that Professor Lee - Minho - sits closer to you at the table in the coffee shop as he helps you study for one of your other classes. You donât blame him, truth be told, you spent over an hour after your shift at the bookstore getting ready, hoping heâd look at you the same way he did Saturday. You are, without a doubt, down bad. To impress him even further youâve got a surprise for him.
âI re-wrote my term paper,â you blurt as the two of you are clearing up the table after studying.Â
âAlready?â he looks at you.Â
âI worked on it all night Saturday, and most of the day on Sunday. Do you want me to email it to you?âÂ
âAbsolutely,â he smiles, âGood girl.âÂ
Fuck off, he did not just say that. You bite down on your lip and your thighs press together as you bring up your student email. You attach the file and send it to him.Â
âIt should be in your inbox the next time you check,â you sayâŠlike a good girl. Swoon.Â
âGreat, um, I was wondering - and just tell me to shut up if you want to - but I was wondering if you had plans this evening?âÂ
Your heart grows wings and begins to fucking fly.Â
âNo,â you shake your head, âI have zero plans for a Monday evening in a town thatâs practically shut down.âÂ
He chuckles, âRight. So, would you want to join me for dinner maybe?âÂ
You at least pretend to mull it over instead of just shouting YES in some unflattering, desperate tone.Â
âWhere were you planning on eating?â you ask.Â
âThereâs a really nice place I like, itâs about a twenty minute drive out of town, but the food is impressive, never had a bad dish there,â he shares.Â
âI am hungry,â you say, âIïżœïżœïżœd love to.âÂ
âGood, shall we?âÂ
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âAre we celebrating anything special this evening?â the waiter asks as he sets two glasses of water down, âA first date? An anniversary perhaps?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
Both of you answer him at the same time, and try to hold your laughter in when the poor man looks taken back.Â
âOkay,â he says, âCan I get you all anything to drink from our wine or cocktail menu?âÂ
âIâll have a glass of this pinot, chilled, please,â you point to the wine and the waiter writes it down.Â
âIâll have the same,â Minho smiles.Â
âIâll get those right out.âÂ
Minho bites his lip and stares down at the tablecloth, you frown.Â
âIs everything alright?â you ask.Â
âEverythingâs fine,â he says, âIâm just trying to remind myself that nothing inappropriate is happening here, Iâm having dinner with one of my female students, but you are an adult and so am I and itâs fine.âÂ
âI wonât be your student after this semester,â you point out, âI donât know if thatâs helpful or not though.âÂ
âIt is,â he nods, then tilts his head, âyet somehow I still feel like Iâm misbehaving.âÂ
âItâs only food, how is that misbehaving?âÂ
âItâs not what Iâm doing,â he bites his lip again and looks up at you, âItâs what Iâm thinking.âÂ
You take a sip of water, your body practically vibrating with curiosity, âWhat is it that youâre thinking, exactly?âÂ
âThings that I shouldnât be thinking about my student,â he says quietly.Â
âThis isnât high school, Professor, this isnât even undergrad. Donât be harsh on yourself, Iâm sure whatever youâre thinking about isnât a bad thing,â you point out, hoping you sound cool and collected and not like youâre ready for him to take you right on this table.Â
âSo if I was thinking about fucking you after class in my office, across my desk, that wouldnât be a bad thing?âÂ
You nearly choke on your water. Before you can respond the waiter returns with your glasses of wine, not a moment too soon.Â
âIâll let you guys look over the menu and come back in a few minutes.âÂ
You clear your throat once the waiter is gone, âI think fucking me on your desk would probably be inappropriate,â you smile, âespecially to your neighboring colleagues. I have quite a mouth on me,â you say, opening your menu.Â
You can feel him staring at you. âIâd very much like to hear it.âÂ
âMaybe you will, I guess weâll see,â you shrug.Â
The smile that spreads across his face is so dangerously mischievous, your clit throbs where you sit and you shift uncomfortably, only making it worse.Â
đ â€ïž
The sexual tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife as you make your way back to his car. You reach for the door handle, but he grabs your arm and spins you around, your back pushed up against the door.Â
His lips crash against yours, arms caging you in which is completely fine by you. You bury your fingers in his hair on either side of his head but he pulls away.Â
âI want it to be clear I have never had any kind of sexual relationship with a student, ever,â he says quickly, then his lips are against yours again.Â
âI believe you,â you manage between lips and tongues.Â
He pulls away again, âAnd the only reason Iâm pursuing this is because I canât fucking resist you and youâre not going to be my student again after this semester,â he adds, then more kissing.Â
âGot it,â you mumble into his mouth.Â
Again he pulls away, âSeriously, even if you donât quit law school I can never have you in class again, okay?âÂ
âYes! Fuck that place, Iâm done, and even if I wasnât - I wouldnât take you again, youâre an uptight jerk of a professor, remember?â you tease him, then desperately pull him back onto your lips.Â
He shoves you harder against the car, his knee coming between your legs and you press yourself down on his thigh. You moan softly into his mouth and his hand smacks the side of the car.Â
âGet in, fuck, please get in the fucking car.âÂ
He scrambles around to the drivers side as you jump in.Â
âYour place or mine?â he asks, turning the ignition.Â
âWhich is closer?â you ask, pulling the seat belt so hard and quick that it locks up.Â
âUhâŠmine⊠mine I think.âÂ
âThen thereâs your answer,â you tell him.Â
Five minutes of him burning rubber down the highway is too long for you not to be touching him. You reach over and caress his thigh through his jeans, moving higher and higher until you find what youâre looking for in the darkness.Â
He hisses as you stroke and massage his hard length through the fabric.Â
You unbuckle your seat belt, âAre you as good a driver as you are a professor?âÂ
âIâŠwhy?â
You scoot as far as you can and lean over, undoing the button and zipper of his jeans, sliding your hand through the opening of his boxers until you feel the warm, velvety skin of his cock in your fist.Â
âOh fuckâŠoh my fuckingâŠâ he pants, his knuckles turning stark white around the steering wheel.Â
You unbuckle his seatbelt as well and help him get it out of the way before pulling his cock from the confines of his jeans.Â
You stroke him a few times, then let a glob of spit drip from your lips onto him so you can continue stroking more comfortably.Â
âGodâŠâÂ
You take him in your mouth and suck, running your tongue over the tip. The way heâs nearly whimpering, eyes so wide on the road, delights you. You put your mouth on him again, taking him deep in your throat, taking turns stroking and licking.Â
âIâm going to cum,â he whispers hoarsely after several minutes, âI donât have anything toâŠâ he looks around frantically but you shake your head, popping your mouth off of him momentarily.Â
âI can take it,â you whisper, then suck him between your lips once more. You can feel the base of his cock twitch and brace yourself, spurts of hot cum follow seconds later and you take it all from him greedily, swallowing then wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.Â
âHoly shit,â he says through clenched teeth. âThat was so fucking hot.âÂ
âThank you,â you grin, pulling down the visor so you can fix yourself in the mirror. The âkiss proofâ lipstick you wore today is evidently not âroad head proofâ and you clean up the edges of your mouth.Â
He reaches over and grabs your hand in his, squeezing and rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb while he speeds down the road.Â
đ â€ïž
The door to Minhos apartment isnât even locked before he shoves you against it and presses his mouth to yours.Â
âI want to make you feel so fucking good,â he whispers, trailing kisses down your neck. He drops to his knees and unbuttons your pants, pulling them down your legs. You kick your shoes off so he can get the pants off completely.Â
He looks up at you and grins, tracing the lines of the black lace thong that toppled over at your apartment, âI was wishing very much that Iâd get to see you in these,â he says, pressing his tongue against the tiny bit of cloth.Â
You gasp at the way his lips move, teasing and licking through the thin lace, âAre you really going to eat me out against the door?âÂ
âMmm,â he moans against your clit and your legs jerk, âYes,â he says hooking his fingers in the strings and pulling the soaking wet cloth down your legs.Â
âNo patience at all Professor, Iâm shocked,â you tease.Â
âSo⊠you can call me Minho,â he smiles, kissing and licking trails back up your legs, âbut in class and when Iâm fucking your pretty pussy feel free to use Professor.âÂ
âAbsolutely Professor Lee,â you rest your head against the door as his tongue wiggles between your slick. âFuck!âÂ
He finds your clit and wraps his lips around, gently sucking. You lay one of your thighs over his shoulder and try to steady yourself while he laps and sucks you off. You grab his hair with your fingers and move with him, fucking his face and listening to the delightful slurping, wet sounds erupting through the quiet room.Â
âOhâŠjust like that, right there,â you whine when he begins to softly lick the perfect spot, âfuckfuckfuckâŠyes!â you release his hair from your fist and hold yourself against the wall as your legs begin to quake, cunt throbbing in rhythmic spasms as he milks you with his lips.Â
âOh my god,â you groan, trying to stand straight. He finally gets around to locking the door then picks you up, carrying you down a hallway. He pours you onto the bed and you watch as he strips himself of clothing, you follow suit, though half your outfit is in his foyer.Â
You lay back, bottom lip between your teeth as you watch him crawl over you, positioning himself between your legs.Â
âYouâre sure this is okay?â he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, the head of his cock leaking against your open cunt.Â
âYes, fuck, yes I want you,â you assure him, nails digging into his shoulder. He makes a gruff noise deep in his throat and lines himself up with your opening. You wrap your legs around his waist, encouraging him to push into you and he does, slow and deep. You both moan into each other at the sensation of it. Â
Slowly he begins to move quicker, still deep, but urgently. The sound of skin against skin intoxicating. He sits up a bit, your hips coming with him and he grabs them, using you as an anchor to thrust into you.Â
âMinhoâŠâ his name comes out as a whisper, your eyes screwed shut. âSo closeâŠâÂ
âNo, no,â he tsks, slowing down and pulling himself out, pushing the head of his cock against your clit. âIâm not done with you yet.âÂ
He slides his cock against you until you start squirming beneath him, your clit still sensitive from his front door excursions. âPlease? FuckâŠâ you whine loudly.Â
âYou want it?â he asks in a growl, stuffing himself inside you then pulling out again.Â
âYes! Yes! Please!â you cry, your nails scraping against the sides of his legs.Â
âAre you sure baby?â he smirks, pushing into you and pulling out slowly several times. Your orgasm begins to build again and you meet his thrusts with your hips, chasing it. Until he pulls out again.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you groan, half laughing and out of your mind.Â
âBeg a little,â he urges, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock but pulling away every time you try to push against it.Â
You snap your eyes open, the sight of him looking down at you makes you unhinged. âPlease, Professor Lee, please let me cum,â you say it as sweetly and earnestly as you can muster.Â
His eyes practically roll back in his head as he lines up with you again and pushes in deep, his hands fly back to your hips and he drags you on and off his cock until your vision goes white with the most intense orgasm youâve ever had.Â
âSit up, please,â he begs breathlessly as he pulls away, stroking himself. You do as youâre told and watch as his lips part, his hand stills and shots of pearly strings shoot across your breasts.Â
âHold on,â he says when he can move again, then disappears behind a door, emerging a few moments later with a warm damp hand towel. He kisses you deeply as he cleans his cum off your chest.Â
âThat was so fucking good,â you whisper, taking his face in your hands.Â
âYes,â he sighs, pulling you down beneath the blankets with him, âYes it was.âÂ
He holds you close to him, your eyes getting heavier, âI think my books are still in your car. We could go over the paper on tort law I bombed over breakfast tomorrow?âÂ
He chuckles and nods, âItâs a date.âÂ
đ â€ïž
You sit in Professor Lees classroom as he passes back the latest exam. Term is almost over and everyone seems to be reeling with nerves around you.Â
He slows beside your desk and lays your test down, âMuch better, Miss ___, much better.âÂ
Seungmin looks over at your test, âHey! Not bad,â he smiles cheerfully.Â
âIâve had a lot of help this semester,â you smile.
At the bottom of the last page you read the note of thin red ink,
See you at my place tonight?
The End
Endnote:
I am in my Lee Know slut era. I will not be taking questions about my worship of him at this time, thank you. As always, if you made it far enough to read this, please accept my virtual smooch.
Also as always this is unbetaâd bc thatâs typically how I roll so it could be absolute trash but thatâs okay bc weâre just having fun.
#skz fanfiction#Lee know fanfiction#skz smut#lee know smut#Lee Minho#skz romance#Lee know romance#Lee Know x reader#fanfiction#stray kids
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I'm so lucky, lucky!
fandom: obey me pairing: demon brothers x gn!reader warnings: none prompt by @ember-is-clueless: Can I request the brothers with an extremely lucky MC? The MC might not go to gamble a lot but when they do they win every time, it also strays off to other aspects like if they guess which answer is right on a test, they get it correct. Thank you <3 A/N: ty for the request <333 I hope this is okay. this idea was pretty fun to think about actually as there are a lot of scenarios that could happen surrounding this. i also went super far with just how lucky the mc is lol, just letting you know i basically went the superpower route.
LUCIFER
âą Lucifer notices how lucky you are very early on during your stay at the Devildom.
âą You were somehow always in exactly the right place at the right time to avoid his and his brothers' wrath. When demons at RAD would make any attempt to harm you, you would just happen to run into him or even Diavolo himself before they could do anything. In fact, even when you went against his orders and went out late alone, you would always come back unscathed.
âą Lucifer doesn't believe in luck, and therefore isn't comfortable relying on chance alone to keep you out of danger. It might save him a headache or two, but overall, he won't loosen up his overprotective tendencies. What if the one time he puts his faith in your luck to protect you, something goes wrong?
âą He realises later on that your luck comes into play with him too. Whenever you're caught alongside the anti-Lucifer squad â if he ever even manages to catch you in the first place â he always just happens to be in a merciful mood that day, so the punishments you all receive are comparatively light.
âą He is trying to work on this. He can't have anyone thinking he's gone soft.
âą Is admittedly impressed by your ability to pass any test by guessing the answers, but cannot support you getting by on just that. He will still enforce studying time for you and insists you actually make an effort with your schoolwork, even if you don't think it's necessary.
âą Lucifer is not amused when his brothers start trying to drag you everywhere with them to use your luck to their advantage, and encourages you not to let them do so. Even if you don't mind it, nothing good comes from them getting their way all of the time.
You were really in trouble this time. Caught trying to give a cup of coffee laced with one of Satan's newest concoctions to Lucifer, it seemed lady luck was absent today. You knelt before him with your head lowered as he glared down at you, but just as he opened his mouth to begin his lecture... CRASH! You jumped at the loud sound of glass shattering in the hallway, followed by a yelp that sounded suspiciously like Mammon. You turned to Lucifer, who had directed his attention to the door, where the sound came from. "MAAAMMOOOOON?" As Lucifer stormed over to the door and out into the hallway, you lived to thank your lucky charms another day.
MAMMON
âą Mammon noticed you were lucky pretty quickly, but it took him a while to realise just how lucky.
âą He'd make jokes about how lucky you seemed to get all the time for going out at just the right time to always conveniently avoid Lucifer's wrath, but he only took it seriously when he challenged you to a game of poker and lost all of his savings, as well as the jacket and belt he was wearing at the time. He was stunned.
âą Mammon might have a reputation for losing all of his money on gambling, but that doesn't mean he's bad at it. He just suffers from the same habit a lot of gambling addicts do â he can't stop. He wins and wins until he loses. So, now knowing you're even luckier than he is...
âą How do you feel about being a walking lucky charm?
âą He'll take you with him to casinos as "arm candy" and have you blow on his dice before he makes a move, or even just play the round in his place and split the winnings. You don't even have to know the game, just go with your gut and you'll end up winning by complete chance.
âą Another thing he likes to do is walk up to random demons and make a bet such as, "do you think this human here can flip a coin that'll land on heads 10 times in a row?" It being a statistical unlikelihood, the demon will usually allow Mammon to take one of their pennies (so they know it's not a fake) and bet against it. They never bet that much grimm on it, but the shocked look on the demons' faces every time as you just keep landing on heads is completely worth it.
âą Lucifer isn't happy about any of this.
âą Don't worry though. Outside of making bets surrounding you and dragging you to casinos with him, he's practically your personal servant. He has to butter you up so you don't refuse next time, you know? So, he waits on hand and foot for you all day. Practically worships you.
"MC! MC, babe!" You peeked over the couch as you heard Mammon shouting your name from the hall. Just as he passed by the living room, he caught sight of you and broke into a grin, hurrying over and leaning over the back of the sofa. "There ya are! C'mere, take a look..." You shuffled closer so you could get a view of what he was holding. "...Lottery tickets?" You questioned, glancing up at him. "Yeah! I just bought 'emâ will you scratch 'em out for me, baby? Please?" He begged. "I'll do anythin' ya want!"
LEVIATHAN
âą Levi takes a while to find out about this ability because of how much time he spends in his room. There are very little opportunities for your luck to come into play there... except for in video games.
âą The first time you demolished him in a game you told him you had never played before by pure chance, he demanded rematch after rematch until he solemnly concluded that it wasn't going anywhere. You were pretty sure he hated you for it, judging by his refusal to talk to you or message you afterwards, until he invited you back to his room again, this time to play a co-op game together.
âą Predictably, he's jealous of your luck. How come you don't even have to try, and all these good things just seem to come to you naturally? It's not fair.
âą He mostly gets over any petty resentment he holds after you two start to get closer, and actually really enjoys games where he can team up with you. He's pretty bad at explaining controls, but it doesn't even matter because you always end up with the luckiest possible circumstances. You contribute even when you aren't trying to.
âą Thinks it's hilarious a lot of the time, too. If he's in a voice chat lobby he'll start mocking the other players for losing so badly against a total noob. He's surprisingly toxic.
âą One time, Levi had to leave his room because Diavolo had arranged a student council meeting on the day where a special, limited-edition figurine of one of his favourite shows was dropping. He damn near had to be dragged away from his computer by Lucifer, and was sulking the whole meeting. Why today of all days...?
âą But you just so happened to pull out your DDD and open Akuzon at the exact moment the figurine dropped. Blissfully unaware, you ordered it, thinking nothing more of it other than "Levi will probably like this".
âą He was devastated when the figurine was already sold out by the time he got home, but when it showed up at the door anyway, he couldn't decide between being ecstatic and confused. Was this some kind of miracle?!
âą When you explained that you had ordered it for him, he literally drops to his knees and starts thanking and praising you.
âą Joins Mammon as your second personal servant.
"LOLOLOL, I thought you losers said you were good at this game!" Levi taunted into his headset, provoking the other players in the lobby to talk back, hurling all kinds of insults his and your way in response. "How much of a normie do you have to be to lose that bad against a total noob?" "Levi," you hit his shoulder. "Stop it." Levi looked at you then paused, a sly smile forming on his face as he listened to the other players yell. "They're saying I carried." You furrowed your brow. "Like hell you did! Oh, it's on."
SATAN
âą Also doesn't really believe in luck, but his opinion can be changed if you allow him to experiment with it a little.
âą Here's a pop quiz about various subjects in the Devildom you should, by all sound logic, know nothing about. Let's see how you perform when all you can do is guess. Huh... they're all correct. Alright then â could you crack this egg for him? Just a regular egg, and he'll see... its a triple yolk. Well... for the final test, here's a random lottery ticket. You couldn't possiblyâ... did you just hit a jackpot? Seriously?
âą After a while of "observing" your unnatural abilities, he is eventually forced to conclude that lady luck really does exist, and she plays favourites.
âą Your luck definitely comes in handy, and he will use it to his advantage, mainly to gain the upper-hand in pranking Lucifer. As long as you're around or are the one performing it, it's far more likely for their pranks to succeed. And if they get caught, the punishments are always far less severe, so they can get back to finding new ways to inconvenience Lucifer as fast as possible.
âą He also likes bringing you with him to bookstores, because whenever you wander around or randomly pick out a book, it always happens to be some kind of rare edition or cursed book that is... for some reason in a public bookstore. And it's not like the curse will hurt you either. No, you're just too lucky for that.
âą Sort of develops a more laid-back attitude to what you do overtime, unlike Lucifer. Satan has full faith in your luck, and doesn't tend to worry much about your safety. That isn't to say he doesn't care, more like he believes fate itself will always keep you safe.
âą Also, whenever he takes you to cat cafes or areas popular with stray cats, they always surround you and jump up onto your lap. Even the feistiest of cats are calm enough to be pet by you. He loves this, and tries to take you with him every time he goes out somewhere like that.
"Pspspspsps..." "Oh, that's Paprika. She doesn't have an owner and is scared of people, so she won'tâ" Satan's sentence was cut short by the usually shy and aggressive kitty jumping up into your lap. She 'mrrp'ed as you pet and cooed at her, and it took you a moment to notice the utter silence from the man next to you. "Satan? What's wrong?" He blinked and gazed lovingly at you, completely starry-eyed. "...I love you."
ASMODEUS
âą He knew you were lucky right off the bat. I mean, you had to be with looks like yours. You basically won the genetic lottery!
âą Obviously, your abilities go far beyond just good looks. But he honestly doesn't care as much as his brothers do about all of that. He's much more focused on how you are absolutely slaying every single outfit you try on! No matter how hideous a combination is, you always make it look good... How?!
âą I would say he's jealous, but that would be a lie. He's still hotter, obviously... but you're close second! Well, no, you're not that close behind, but still!
âą If there's anything he is jealous of, it's your lack of bedhead. He's drawing a line, it's completely unfair for you to wake up looking perfect every morning.
âą If Asmo were to ever use your luck to his advantage, it would be to score his most desired modelling shoots. Just having you near him makes scouts more likely to approach him, and having you in a picture makes it go instantly viral. You're his lucky charm for stuff like that.
âą Doesn't approve of his brothers stealing you away for all kinds of shenanigans though. Mostly because it's taking your attention away from where it should be, on him. He may not take advantage of your luck as frequently as the others, but if that's what it takes to have you all to himself, he might start to!
âą Designs a cute little four-leaf clover accessory for you to wear, like a bracelet or a hairclip.
"MC, honey!~" Asmo came running into your room, a big smile on his face. Before you could even speak, he latched his arms around you in a bone-crushing hug, kissing all over your face. "Thank you so much for getting me that photoshoot~ it was amazing!" Confused, you wriggled around for a bit of freedom, and he loosened his grip on you. "I didn't get you anything?" "Of course you did, sweetheart! It's all thanks to you I was lucky enough to come across an opportunity like that~ so, how about a special reward for my favourite lucky charm, hm?~"
BEELZEBUB
âą Beel is unlikely to notice unless your luck is pointed out to him. Not because he's stupid or doesn't pay attention to you, but because he just doesn't think in that way. He'll notice when things seem to conveniently always go your way, but he doesn't piece all of those events together and come to the conclusion that you have absurd luck on his own.
âą It's only when one of his brothers comment on it that the puzzle pieces all connect and he's like "ooooh." His only real reaction beyond that is a shrug. He frankly doesn't care that much.
âą He notices that whenever he takes you out to eat, he always ends up with extra food on his plate that he didn't ask for. He notices that there always happen to be extra replacements for any ingredients he eats when he's on dinner duty, as long as you're in the house. He notices how some vendors are more willing to give him samples on-the-house when you're by his side. It's just not the main reason why he wants you around all the time.
âą He loves you because of how unique you are and because of how much you've helped his family. Your luck is convenient, yes, but he doesn't go out of his way to use it for himself. The last thing he wants is for you to think he's using you.
âą ...He might ask you to help him sneak food into places though.
âą Beel is also unlikely to put much faith in your luck to keep you safe. He knows you've managed to evade danger in the past, but he'd much rather protect you himself so he can be sure.
âą Even though he doesn't use your luck to his advantage, he'll ask a lot of questions about what you've been able to do with it in the past. He might ask you to try out a few things solely for experimental purposes, but it's usually just to see how far-reaching your luck actually is. Treats it like a superpower, which it kind of is.
âą Such as: what if someone tells you to cook a meal you've never heard of without a recipe? If you just try random stuff, will you end up with a good meal anyway? You tried that one out â the answer was, somehow, yes.
You felt a rough tap on your shoulder. Turning, you were met with Beel, looking very guilty and with a bag full of snacks. "Can you hide these in your coat?" He asked. "Beel, we're at a movie theatre..." You spoke with a hushed voice, looking around warily. "We can just buy popcorn." "I know, but... just popcorn isn't enough." He looked at you with such sad eyes that you couldn't help but give in. You took the bag from him, tucking it under your arm, and he lit up. "Thank you, MC."
BELPHEGOR
âą Sure, he noticed, but was pretty sure he wouldn't care about it at all. He sleeps through most days anyway, so...
âą He was totally wrong, though. He remembers waking up next to you one morning, cuddled snugly into your chest and arms lazily draped over you from the night before. Groaning, he turned and looked over at his bedside clock... 12:00, it read. He blinked. Had he slept through the beginning of RAD? Without Lucifer or Beel coming to wake him? Seemed unlikely...
âą It was only when he checked his DDD that he saw a few messages in the House of Lamentation group chat of Lucifer informing everyone that there had been some sort of mishap with a potion, so RAD's halls were closed off for the day, and perhaps tomorrow. How lucky, he thought. He gets to spend all day in bed with... MC.
âą Anyway, he tries to sleep in your bed literally every night from then on, because whenever he does there always seems to be some kind of event that causes RAD to be cancelled or delayed.
âą Lucifer bans him from doing this after realising it. He can't just have the entire school year amount to nothing because classes kept getting cancelled, after all. Belphie was not happy about this at all.
âą Even when staying overnight with MC is banned, he'll still find ways to use their luck to his convenience. When he naps on them or near them, he's far less likely to be disturbed from his sleep. There's also the bonus of MC helping him and Satan get away with their pranks on Lucifer more often.
âą That's what he gets for revoking Belphie's sleepover privileges.
âą Your luck sometimes backfires on him, though. Whenever he tries to pull a prank on you, it always goes horribly wrong. To be fair, he probably should have predicted that outcome.
"Belphie... wake up..." You spoke softly into Belphie's ear and he twitched in his sleep. All it took was a few more gentle shakes and he finally stirred, looking at you with sleepy eyes. "Come on, it's time to get up." "What?" He huffed and rested his head back down on top of you. "RAD's cancelled... I don't need to get up..." "Itâ" You paused and blinked down at the avatar of Sloth. True, it was cancelled for the day, but that announcement was only made about thirty minutes ago. Belphie had been sound asleep. "âHow did you know it was cancelled?" The only response you got was a smirk and a knowing look before he went right back to sleep.
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you drive me crazy
Stray Kids Imagine
summary: things that makes the boys weak in the knees.
OT8
5.3k words
NFSW!!! 18+
(some smut but not really a smutty piece. super suggestive tho!!)
(im just gonna post this and pretend i havent been mia for weeks<3)
Bang Chan: low rise pants
Your boyfriend doesn't know exactly what it is about you in low rise pants that gets to him, but he knows he's always having to drag his eyes away from that little sliver of skin. The fact that one wrong move could have him catching a glimpse of your panties makes him feel like a horny little teenager.
The two of you decided to go out one night, just some fairly private club that you frequented together. He sat in your living room while you placed finishing touches on your outfit for the night.
It had been a while since you went out and you were super excited to wear an outfit that you had been imagining in your head for months, but you just never got the opportunity to wear it.
You slipped the cargo pants up your legs and looked yourself over in the mirror again. You look hot. The corset top you had on accentuated your chest perfectly and was low enough that only the strip of stomach just below your bellybutton is visible. You quickly grab one of your favorite necklaces, a delicate "C" pendant hang just below your collarbone and you smiled at yourself one more time before grabbing your bag and walking to the living room.
Chan glanced up from his phone while you slipped your shoes on and had to do an honest double take. You were slightly bent over and that little sliver of skin that has him wanting to bend you over every surface is exposed right to his lurking eyes.Â
He stands quickly just as you straighten and approaches you from behind, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. His hands find purchase on the exposed skin, his fingers sliding through your front belt loops and his thumbs rubbing over the warm skin of your hips, making goosebumps rise on your skin.
"You drive me crazy, baby," his voice is low and you let out a quiet hum when his lips brush over the back of your neck.
"I didn't do anything, Channie," you smile to yourself when you feel him smile against your skin.
"You know how much I love these pants. You're so pretty," he speaks up again, a shy chuckle following his compliment. You reach your hand back and scratch the back of his head, letting out your own chuckle.
"You compliment me too much," you tease and pull away from your boyfriend's arms to step out the door. He follows you out and his hand quick finds your hip again, holding you possessively close to his body as you make your way to the car.
It doesn't even matter if you have a little happy trail or if you're completely bare on that little spot. He just absolutely adores it. When you wear low rise pants in public, he secretly wishes you had a hickey over your hip so everyone knows that you belong to him. Or, even better in his opinion, a tattoo of his name or initial.
I imagine him being the type to be absolutely obsessed with a tramp stamp if you have one. His fingers always tracing over the lines when heâs looking at it or when heâs drilling into you from behind.
And if you happen to have a whale tail? It's over. You aren't even making it out the house. As soon as he lays eyes on the little string of your thong hanging out the top of your pants, all he wants is to pull them down your legs with his teeth and eat you out for hours.
Lee Know: flare leggings/yoga pants
Flare leggings make everyone's butt look good. It is a known fact around the world. It is also a known fact around the world that your sweet and loving boyfriend loves a good butt.
The first time Minho saw you in some black flare leggings, he didn't think much of it. You had told him earlier that you were going to a yoga class with one of your friends. Of course you would wear something along the lines of yoga pants.
You lean over and give him a quick kiss before you turn to leave and his eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight. He was already sitting on the couch so he was essentially eye level with your ass, he had no choice but to look.
"Honey..." his voice trails off as soon as you bend over to pick up your bag from the ground, a low and involuntary groan leaving his throat. There's no way you had any underwear on and he so deeply wished he never had that thought because now his pants are significantly tighter than they were a few minutes ago.
"Yes? I need to go. What's wrong, love?" You turn to face him again. His eyes meet yours and he licks his lips before shaking his head.
"Never mind. Have fun!" He continues shaking his head, a smile cracking over his features. You eye him suspiciously before turning and heading to your yoga class.
The second time he sees you in flare leggings, you were meeting him at his house to go get some food with one of his friends and their significant other. You gently knock on the door before he opens it. His eyes immediately dart down and recognize the pants you have on, making him gulp.
You had on a cropped shirt with a cropped knit sweater and those damn black pants. You're smiling at him when his eyes finally meet yours again but his smile had quickly dropped.
"What's wrong? Did I do something?" You question, a frown taking over his features as your boyfriend clenches his jaw and shakes his head before stepping to the side to let you in. You wordlessly enter and kick your shoes off.
You sit your bag down at the table and before you even realize he's behind you, you feel a sharp slap on your ass. You jump at the sudden sting and immediately turn around. Minho's eyes only meet yours for a second before a smirk covers his face.
"You want my roommates to see you in these? I think I should burn them," He raises his eyebrows at you and you look down at your outfit, still confused before looking back up at your boyfriend.
"Min, I don't-"
"What? You're going to say you haven't noticed how amazing your ass looks in these pants when you wear them? No need to lie to me, princess. There's no way you haven't noticed," he interrupts you and you feel heat creep up your neck. You look away quickly but his hand grabs your jaw, turning you towards him before pressing a kiss to your lips.
"Mhm. Do I need to cancel our little double date so I can remind you that you're all mine? And I don't like people looking at what's mine, princess. You know that," He taunts and you blink at him a few times before shaking your head at him.
"What? You don't want me to fuck you so brainless that the only thing you remember is my name? That's so unlike you. I bet you don't even have any panties on..." he trails off, his fingertips grazing over your warm cheek before he presses his knee gently between your thighs and applies pressure to where you're pulsing in need because of his filthy words.
"We only have 20 minutes until we have to leave," you breath out and he presses against your core firmer, making a moan leave your mouth and your eyes flutter shut.
"Then you better cum quick, baby," he replies before crashing his lips against yours again.
Changbin: crop tops
Even if you have insecurities about your own belly, Changbin loves it. Whether you're soft or toned, he doesn't care. He loves rubbing his hands up your warm skin under your shirt and feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin at his gentle touch.
When you two started dating, it was quite cold so you didn't wear any crop tops around him. Once the weather finally started warming up, however, you wasted no time in whipping out the cropped shirts.
You two decided to grab brunch at a local cafe before going to the park to have a picnic since the weather had started warming up. Being spring, the air was quite cool in the morning but once you two were settling in for your picnic, the sun began to shine a bit brighter and it quickly became warmer, making you open your jacket, leaving your stomach exposed to the air.
Changbin doesn't even realize you have a crop top on until you stand and throw something away in a nearby trashcan. His eyes quickly drop to your stomach and he has to fight the smile makings it way to his face.
His sweet thoughts don't last long, however. His brain quickly morphs to the thought of the two of you last night when you whined out how he was too deep.
"I'm too deep, baby?" he teases and your eyes water slightly while you nod, placing your hand on your stomach.
"I feel like you're in my guts right now," you whine and he pushes all the way in before stopping, making you whimper.
"I am in your guts right now," he counters, a smirk on his face.
Then his thoughts quickly morph into the ending of the night when he pulled out and came on your stomach. The way your skin looked covered in his cum had him almost getting hard again.
"What are you thinking about, bun?" your sweet voice pries your boyfriend from his daydream and he blinks at you before his eyes dart down to your stomach again. You smile when you see him look. It's no secret he loves your belly.
"Why do you love my belly so much?" you smile, leaning on the table between the two of you. He mimics your position and also leans on his elbows, leaning into you.
"Why do you love mine?" he counters and you look up at the sky, as if the answer would fall from it, before making eye contact with your pretty boyfriend again.
"Touché," you reply and lean forward slightly before pecking his nose gently.
Even when the two of you are laying together, no matter what position you are laying in, his hands are drawing mindless shapes all over your tummy. If you're standing together in a line and you have a crop top on, his arm is either around your waist from the side or behind, his thumb drawing shapes on your warm skin and causing chills in its wake.
If you have a belly button ring, he often finds himself also fiddling with it randomly, like a fidget toy. He also loves buying you little bellybutton jewelry and of course tops that will show it off nicely.
He especially loves if you wear a crop top and he can see faint marks of himself from the night before. What some other people may see as just a small bruise on your side, he knows is the exact outline of his thumb.
He loves seeing the little red streaks on your stomach or crescent marks in your skin from him scratching at you when things get a bit intense for him to control himself.
I also see him as adoring those funny little baby tees with silly sayings on them. Would definitely buy you a baby tee that says "My bf knows how to fight" or one that says something like "Daddy's Princess" as a joke and then get completely flustered and cute and red if you ever actually wear it asdfhkkkg i love him.
Hyunjin: skirt
Okay I don't know exactly what puts this thought in my head but I just imagined Hyunjin liking a tall girl... like I just KNOW he loves a good set of long pretty legs. Honestly even if theyâre short, I imagine he just likes long pretty legs.
So when he sees his lover in a skirt, their legs looking extra long and pretty, he loses his mind. He is definitely the type to absolutely worship every square inch of your body, so it is rare that you can actually wear skirts or shorts. Your thighs are usually littered with hickeys and bite marks that he is sure to replace every time they fade.
Itâs honestly surprising that there isnât an indent of his shoulders on the back of your thighs with how much time he spends with his head between your legs. Of course there ends up being evidence that he was down there.
He had been busy the past week and you guys havenât been able to spend much time together and if you did, it was just a quick lunch during his break or you bringing him some coffee at the company or studio.
So, when your boyfriend texts you and asks if you want to come to dinner later, you practically jump up and down at the offer. When youâre getting dressed, you find a skirt that you had completely forgotten that you had and slipped it up your thighs.
You put on a cute fur cardigan and your black skirt and some comfy heels. You made yourself look extra pretty, although it would just be you, Hyunjin, and one of his hometown friends having dinner.
When Hyunjin arrived at your house to pick you up, you stepped out your door at the same time he was stepping up your stairs and he literally freezes at the sight of you. The heels you have on do something for him all in their own (weâll save this thought for a pt 2âŠ) and your legs look extra long in the combination.
You turn, a bright smile on your face and walk towards your pretty boyfriend. His hair has started getting longer and falling in his eyes so when you walk towards him, stopping at the step above him, you tuck his hair behind his ears and press a kiss to his forehead. He leans up and you press your lips gently against his.
His arms wrap around the top of your thighs, just under your butt and he gently lifts you, turns, and places you on the sidewalk.
âHi, gorgeous,â he smiles against your lips and you canât help but smile back at your cute boyfriend.
âI missed you,â you reply and he pulls back to look at your face before pressing a kiss to your temple and humming in agreement.
The entire ride to the restaurant, Hyunjinâs hand never leaves your thigh. His fingers subconsciously toy with the hem of your skirt while he tells you about his past few days and tries to catch you up on all the tea.
He doesnât even notice your physical reaction to his hand accidentally drifting a bit higher as your skirt rides up, due to your wiggling around in your seat. He parks the car and unbuckles his seatbelt before turning his body towards you and placing both his hands on your thighs, the tips of his fingers sliding under your skirt.
He presses his lips to yours again and squeezes your thighs, making you gasp slightly into his mouth. He pulls back and looks at his hands on your thighs before settling back in his seat and getting out the car, quickly circling to open the door for you.
He holds your hand and helps you out of the car before closing the door behind you. He presses his lips to your knuckles quickly before dropping your hand and wrapping his around around your waist, settling on your hip instead.
âIâm so lucky,â he suddenly whispers and you blush. This is something you two often say to each other, both feeling equally as lucky to have each other.
He also loves skirts because of theirâŠeasy access. He is definitely the needy type that will just flip your skirt up and pull your panties to the side before fucking the daylights out of you. Whether itâs in the restroom of a restaurant or up against your front door when youâve barely stepped inside, he likes the thought of being able to get to your pussy whenever he wants.
He loves to lay you back on the bed and eat you out with the skirt pushed up over your belly or laying over his head. He has no problems teasing you and lightly brushing his fingers against your panties at any chance he gets.
He just loves you and your pretty legs and wants to show you!
Han: thigh high socks
Han Jisung! Another one who is a sucker for pretty legs. He thinks that pretty things should be decorated, this includes your thighs.
He didnât realize that seeing you in thigh high socks would get him going until Halloween came around. You two decided on matching costumes one night and you opted for a corny, overdone option, a sexy nurse and doctor. It was easy enough and the pictures would be cute so you both decided to do it.
Your sexy nurse costumes was complete with a pair of white fishnet thigh highs with red bows on the front of either thigh. Jisung was sat on your bed on his phone when you pulled the socks on and made your way over to your mirror. You pulled on some shoes then went to your vanity to top off your look with the perfect red lipstick.
When you leaned into the mirror, you knocked over some makeup which catches your boyfriendâs attention and he looks up from his phone at you. His view is you from the back, bent into your vanity and those thigh high socks hugging the plush of your thighs perfectly.
His throat ran dry and he gulps deeply before he catches your gaze in the mirror, already looking at him as you rub your lips together.
âTake a picture, itâll last longer,â you tease and he lets out a soft chuckle before grabbing his phone and snapping a picture of you.
âHey!â You sit up straight and turn to face him, your hands on your hips, âI was joking!â you smile and make your way towards him. When you place a knee on the bed, his eyes drop back down to the lace hugging the top of your legs.
âMm. I need to update my jacking off material. You looked a little too good bent over the desk with these on,â he grazes his fingers over the bows of your socks then around the lace then over the fishnets. You pull your other leg up on the bed, careful to leave your shoes off the comforter and place your hands around his neck.
âOh? You like them Dr, Han?â You tease and he lets out another chuckle, looking up at your face again. That damn lipstick wasnât making it any easier to not want to fuck you right now and forget about the whole Halloween party.
âI like everything you wear. You could come out in a parka or a burlap sack and I would still get hard,â he confesses and turns his head, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist.
âWhat do you like about them?â You ask, innocence lacing your tone, driving him even crazier.
âIâm thinking about how this material would feel on my cock. Especially when you start begging me to stop fucking your thighs and fuck you instead,â he places another kiss, slightly higher up your forearm, âIâm thinking about how this fishnet would feel on either side of my head,â another kiss against the inside of your elbow, then another kiss on your bicep before pulling back to look up at you.
Despite you instigating him originally, you feel yourself turn beet red at his words. He has a dirty, correction: filthy, mouth and he knows exactly how to use it to get you going (in more ways than one).
Jisung loves the way your thighs spill out the top of thigh highs when you sit down. The material barely containing your soft flesh and he just want to bite down on the skin.
If you ever have them on when you two start getting hot and heavy, the socks stay on (bc ur not gay). He rubs himself against the material, sometimes able to cum even if you arenât there with the help of the sock.
Sometimes, when heâs extra needy, heâll grab the sock from your hamper or drawer and wrap it around his cock before jacking off. He always feels like a creep afterwards but its the best way he has found to get release when heâs super pent up.
He tries to keep it a secret and you donât have the heart to tell your cute little perv of a boyfriend that you know. Until, he is going away for a while on tour and opens his suit case to a pair of his favorite thigh highs, the ones from halloween, and a note in your handwriting.
Enjoy, my baby. Send me videos<3
Felix: lace
Okay let me explain. I imagine Felix just being an absolute horny little guy who also enjoys the classics. He LOVES a good set of lingerie. Which slowly turned to him just loving lace. When he sees you in a lace, corset top it doesnât take much for his imagination to run wild.
Then when you had the audacity to show up to a party with a lace top and leather pants, he thought he was going to have an actual aneurysm. The combination of the leather and lace had him imagining he had just walked into his dream porno, you as the star.
The top was corset style and looked a little too similar to lingerie. When he asked you where you got it from and you leaned into him to whisper that you had ordered it online from a sex shop, he thoughts he was going to cum on the spot.
He could barely keep his hands off of you all night. It only worsened when you had returned to his side after a bout of dancing with some of your friends. His eyes followed a single drop of sweat that rolled down your neck and disappeared down the valley of your breasts and behind your lace shirt. That you orderedâŠfrom a sex shop.
When you two had gone shopping and you insisted he come into the dressing room with you, he didnât think anything of it. You two usually did join each other in fitting rooms and bathrooms visits, call it separation anxiety.
You pulled your shirt over your head and Felix immediately cussed under his breath, making your brow drop to a frown as you threw your shirt to his lap.
âWhat?â you question and grab the new shirt, pulling it down and turning in the mirror a few times before Felix finally replies to you.
âYouâre so fucking hot. Do you realize that? Itâs taking everything in my power to not ask you to ride me right here, right now,â he suddenly says and you freeze before slowly turning to face him.
âOh?â You question, a teasing smirk on your lips as you pull the shirt over your head again and his eyes drop to the black lace bralette again. It doesnât have much liner and it isnât helping that he can see your nipples through the bra too. Now that he knew what was under your hoodie, he wouldnât be able to focus for the rest of your day together.
âYeah. You know how I get when I see you in lace like this,â his voice is low, cautious that nobody outside the fitting room can hear your conversation. You walk towards him and place both hands on his shoulders.
He immediately leans forward and pops the bra against your skin with his teeth. Thereâs a light knock on the door and you pull away to continue trying on your clothes.
âOops. Lets save this for when we get home, mister,â you tease and wink at him before pulling down your shorts, your panties match your bra and he groans again, making you smirk to yourself.
What finally sends him over the edge is when his phone vibrates beside him while heâs on a water break. Itâs like you can sense when heâs on break and you always text him at the perfect time.
Sunshine: what do ya think? (: <link>
Felixâs jaw might as well have unhinged with how far it fell. The link took him to a site with a baby blue lingerie set. It was all lace with a few flowers strategically embroidered. He had to take a deep breath and stare at the picture for a while, trying his best to not get hard.
Sunshine: left on read? no likey?
The notification pops up at the tops of his screen and he realizes that he hasnât replied to you after practically instantly reading your message.
Lixieee: i dont like. i love. iâm hard now. thanks<3
You simply loved the message and placed the order, excited for your new set to come in.
Seungmin: spandex shorts/biker shorts
It isnât anything crazy and Seungmin swears he isnât a perv. He just knows his baby is hot and knows what you have the capability of doing to him. Heâs just a little obsessed with you.
You two were still best friends when he realized he had a thing for you in these tight little shorts. You had came to his house to just hangout. You werenât looking too special, opting for some biker shorts and a hoodie and pulling your hair up into a messy updo.
He opens the door and you immediately hold your hand out to him, handing him the coffee you had picked up for him on the way.
âHey, cutie,â you tease and step into his house before sliding your sneakers off and heading towards the living room. With your back turned, he got the opportunity to sneak a peak at your ass.
The biker shorts you had on left practically nothing to the imagination and he actually thinks he felt his heart stop when you bent over and he could make out the shape of your most private area through the shorts.
Okay maybe he was a perv.
âI like those shorts,â he comments and steps into the room before settling on the couch. You quickly plop down next to him.
âThese shorts are a hit,â you comment nonchalantly and he looks over at you, waiting for you to elaborate. You chuckle and take a sip of your coffee.
âI wore these to the gym the other day with when I hit legs with Binnie and he said the same thing,â you reply and Seungmin feels himself clench his jaw at the thought of someone else looking at you the same way he had just been.
And you hit legs with him? Does that mean that he saw you squatting in these tight little shorts. Does that mean that he also saw you bending over the same way he just had? Had Changbin also made out the shape of your sweet cunt the same way he had? He turns away from you again to face the front.
You grab his arm and push it up to the back of the couch, scooting close to him and laying your legs over his thigh that was closest to you.
âWhat? Jealous?â you tease and Seungmin chuckles humorlessly at the accusation.
âExtremely.â He deadpans and glances over at you, your smile dropping at his confession.
âW-Why is that?â He threw you off with actually confessing to being jealous. You were used to him just teasing you back and you two bickering endlessly but never this.
âBecause he got to see whatâs mine,â he replies and shrugs and you open your mouth to reply but canât think of the right words to say as a blush creeps up your neck at his words.
You definitely lose any sense of words when his hand drops to your bare thigh and starts kneading at the flesh. His hand creeps a little closer to your core and your legs fall apart slightly, granting him access. He lets out a laugh at how pliable youâre being and leans forward, setting his coffee on the table in front of you.
âNo objections to that statement?â he raises his eyebrows at you and you snap your mouth closed before shaking your head.
âYou canât use your words, pup?â The nickname wasnât anything new from him but the way his hand was rubbing your upper thigh and the way he is slowly leaning into you had your heart racing even more.
âKiss me,â you command instead and he complies, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.
I.N: his clothes
Maybe itâs his possessive side but when Jeongin sees you in his clothes, his brain goes haywire. Sometimes he thinks you look so cute, especially if the clothes are swallowing you up. But sometimes, it makes him want to kiss you until you canât breathe.
The first time you wore his clothes, it was completely unintentional. You two had just started dating and hadnât taken many big steps in your relationship. So it was much to your, and Jeonginâs, surprise when you drunkenly called him while out with your friends.
You were practically begging him to come pick you up because you missed him and he couldnât help but comply. He pulled up to the bar and you quickly made your way outside and sat down in his warm car. You smelled like straight liquor and vomit and Jeonginâs nose scrunched at the smell before he looked over at you.
âI didnât throw up. I swear. Some stranger threw up on me and my friends didnât want to leave yet. Can we go back to your house? I donât have my keysâŠâ you caught yourself about to ramble and trailed off but Jeongin just giggled at you.
âOf course,â he replies and put the car in drive before making his way to his house. Once you got there you asked if you could take a shower and borrow some clothes and he readily agreed. He sat out some shorts and a t shirt on the sink while you were in the shower and stepped back out to wait on you.
When you entered his room, he had to do everything in his power to not get hard. He had given you one of his comfiest t shirts, which also meant it was huge and it literally went almost down to your elbows.
âCome on, drunky,â he teases and lifts the blanket next to him. You blush and crawl into the bed next to him. He hands you a bottle of water and you take a few sips before handing it back to him and settling into his side.
âIâm sorry. Is this weird for you? If it is, I can go home. I know you want to take things slow but I donât know how you feel about-â
âY/n. Sweetheart,â he interrupts you and you snap your mouth shut, waiting for him to continue. He grabs under your chin and leans down, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes his toothpaste on your lips and for some reason, that also gets him going. The thought that if anyone else were to taste your lips, that they would taste like him.
âYou look so pretty in my clothes,â he pulls away to say against your lips and you chuckle before leaning in to kiss him once more.
The way that you two got caught in your relationship was actually because of a tiny little detail. It stemmed from the two of you sharing clothes.
He had gotten a custom bracelet made for himself that was literally one of a kind in the world. You had gotten dressed up to go out and forgotten to put on a bracelet at your house so you asked your boyfriend if he could bring you one to make your outfit better. He agreed of course and later when you posted pictures on social media (pc: innie), you had the bracelet on. Stay was quick to zoom in and notice that it was the same custom bracelet that Jeongin usually wore.
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England Lionesses x Child!Reader
Mary Earps x Child!Reader
Summary: There's a reason you don't have sugar
You hold reading lessons every day at camp because you want the rest of the England team to not be knuckleheads anymore and to prove Mikey from school wrong.
It's not easy to learn how to read so you know you need to come back to make sure everyone has been keeping up with their learning because that's what Mummy and Daddy do to you.
They started teaching you how to read very early so you were fairly advanced when you went to school.
You think Mikey's just jealous because you're a good reader and he's a bad one but, still, you want to make sure to prove him wrong.
Mary always says the best revenge is proving haters wrong. You don't know if Mikey's a hater but you'll assume he is because better safe than sorry.
You've done a good job at teaching everyone though because Maya, Millie T and Tooney all give you some sherbet sweets. They make your mouth go a little tingly when you try them but you like that feeling so the three of them keep feeding you more.
They're responsible for you while Mary's getting the last bit of treatment before you all get on the coach to go to the stadium. Usually, someone else is responsible for you but you did a quick reading lesson for Maya and Millie with Tooney as your assistant so they're supervising you before the journey.
You decide that you really like the sherbet straws they give you and Maya dares you to see how many you can finish before you have to go.
You don't count but it's definitely a lot.
Enough for you to feel super hyped when you're finally reunited with Mary. She's picked out a set of four seats with a table and she's already got your rucksack full of books open for you to pick from.
You're very advanced in your reading for such a young kid but even you struggle a little bit. Now that you've taught Mary to read, she can read very well from the books that are a bit too complicated for you right now so she's in charge of reading them to you as you drive to the pitch.
"Er..." You say as you look at the selection," That one."
"Alright," Mary says, cracking open the book and clearing her throat. She gets about halfway through before she notices how wiggly you're being. "Hey, rugrat, do you need the toilet?"
You frown. "No. Keep reading, Mary."
"Are you sure? I can take you."
"No, Mary. My book, please."
"Alright." Mary keeps reading but she's acutely aware of the way you keep wiggling in your seat.
You seem to think you're fine though. Or, at least, you don't think you need the toilet which is Mary's main worry.
"Okay," She says finally," Go and find someone to hang out with. I need to talk to Tooney."
You seem all too happy to scamper off, practically throwing yourself at Beth across the aisle.
"Tooney!" Mary snaps, interrupting the conversation she and Alessia are having.
"Jesus, Mary! You scared me there!"
"What did you give my sister?" Mary demands," She's never been like this before."
"Like what?"
"Like that!"
Mary points over to where you've decided it's a funny idea to crowd surf over the girls at the front, who are bouncing you a bit as they pass you off to the girls sitting behind them.
"She doesn't do that! She's also not wiggly on the bus! What did you give her?"
Tooney winces. "I gave her nothing!"
Mary narrows her eyes. "What did you let Millie and Maya give her?"
Tooney's eyes dart to them quickly before she clears her throat. "I've got the right to remain silent! Anything I say or do can be used against me in a court of-"
Mary's already moved off before Tooney can finish and she crosses the coach to confront the other two. "I'm not interested in excuses. Tell me what you've given my sister."
Her gaze is clearly intimidating because Maya and Millie fold instantly and Mary's on her way back to her seat, easily plucking you from someone's arms to set you back down next to her.
It seems most of the sugar rush has disappeared now but then another problem makes itself known.
The bus goes over a series of bumps and you make a little aborted movement forward.
Mary recognises the action and whips out a plastic bag. "Here, rugrat," She says," Let it out. Let it all out."
She rubs your back as you throw up. It takes a lot longer than usual to hurl up your guts and Mary narrows her eyes over the top of her seat to look at Millie and Maya.
This is all their fault, Mary knows it.
It's because of all of the sugar you've consumed that you've thrown up so bad and, as she ties the bag shut, Mary briefly contemplates throwing it at Millie and Maya.
"Juice, please," You say and Mary hands it to you," Sorry, Mary."
"It's okay," She says," It's not your fault. Do you want to continue your book?"
You nod, leaning against your sister, energy drained. "Yes, please."
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If you have any interest, how about a Spencer blurb where he's off on a case and gets or misses a late night call from the reader and is super worried, only to call them back and find them drunk and missing him. And of course the team rags on him after.
thank u for ur request! fem!reader
Spencer looks down at his phone and goes ghostly white.Â
"What?" Emily asks. "They had a sale at Waterstones and you missed it?"Â
Spencer clicks a bunch of buttons on his phone and brings it to his ear, crushing limp hair to his neck. "Seventeen missed calls," he says.Â
Derek comes to the rescue, though the lightness in his voice is slightly forced, "Don't panic, wonderboy. Who wouldn't be eager to talk to you at⊠two AM?"Â
"Is that the time difference?" Emily asks, leaning forward in concern.Â
Even Hotch puts down his pen. The team listens to the phone ring. It loops, loops, loops, and everybody breathes a sigh of relief when you finally answer. If something happened to you Spencer wouldn't survive it. Nor after everything he's already been through.Â
"Hey?" he says. There's a gap of silence. "Y/N, are you there?"Â
"Spencer!"Â
Spencer turns away from the table they've congregated at and looks through the open window at the parking lot, police cars roaming in and out of spaces. "What's wrong?"Â
"I miss you so much."Â
Spencer's nose wrinkles of its own accord. "Yeah? You sound odd. Are youâ are you drunk?"Â
Derek laughs. Like marionettes held tight with strings suddenly cut, the team stop their stressing and send each other knowing, amused looks.Â
"Just a little bit!" you promise, clearly lying. Your voice catches on the syllables like they're coated in sticky honey, the slightest slurring tripping you up at the end. "We went forâ to Chilli's. I had a blooming onion and seven margaritas!"Â
"I can tell."Â
"I'm really sorry, Spence, I know I'm not s'posed to call when you're away," you begin.Â
Spencer glances back. Rossi and JJ have returned with coffee and a late dinner, neither of them bothering to act as though they aren't listening to the conversation.Â
"No," Spencer says, turning back around and hunching inward, "that's the opposite of what we talked about, isn't it? You can call whenever you want to, but I can't, you know, always answer. I thought something bad happened. Maybe next time you could text me?" Rather than call almost twenty times and give him a heart attack.
Laughter echoes from behind. They team act like a teasing family sometimes, Spencer their teenage son who's never dated.Â
He would fluster if you weren't talking to him in loud but loving tones, "I can barely walk, texting wasn't happening. I'm para-spelgic."Â
"You're not," he says, firmly at first. "Are you? Who's with you? Is Rebecca there?" Rebecca being your best friend. Spencer trusts her to take care of you.
"She was, but she said that Iâ uh⊠She said I talked about you too much and made her nauseous. I feel kinda sick, too, but I just needed to talk to you, Spence. I miss you. I miss you, are you home soon?"Â
"Is Rebecca really not there?" he asks. He thinks about the room full of special agents he's standing in and drops his voice to a murmur. "I miss you too."Â
"She's making toast or something."Â
"That's good. It'll soak up the margaritas."Â
"I don't want toast, I want you! Please come home safe, angel. I really wish you were here to do that thing with my ear."Â
Spencer has to give in. You're speaking so loudly it's impossible the team hadn't heard it, but he can't find the will to be embarrassed any longer. You're drunk and ridiculous and all you can think about is him.
"I wish I was home, too. Do I need to worry about you? Make sure you're drinking water, okay? Alcohol makes you dehydrated, you'll get a bad headache."Â
"It makes me miss you," you whine.Â
He smiles fondly. "There's no cure for that." A door opens over the line. "Is that Rebecca?"Â
"Yeah." Murmurings. "She says sorry for letting me get so drunk, but she didn't let me do anything. It's like you always say, Spence, I can do whatever I set my mind to."Â
"And you set your mind to getting drunk at Chili's."Â
"Exactly!"Â
You talk a little more before he hangs up. He knows you're getting taken care of.Â
A gaggle of smiling faces greet him as he turns around. "Everything okay, 'angel'?" Derek asks.Â
Spencer puts his phone in his pocket. You'll text him in the morning with a hankering for Tylenol and sore eyes, but you'll be fine. "Everything's great."Â
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đđđđ đđđ đđđđđ â lewis hamilton x f!reader
summary: Y/N has developed a habit of crying every night due to her emotional distress. Lewis finds out about her little secret after one night of hearing her sobs. Inspired by the song âWhen She Criesâ by Restless Heart.
content warnings: none, just kinda sad!
i wrote this when i felt super down one night đ„Č i was overthinking abt my future, and the song that inspired this fic is so close to my heart. i hope you guys like this !!
ââ .âŠ
The past few months have been hard.
Y/N didnât really feel like herselfâ at all. No matter how hard she tried to, it just wasnât happening. Her fears were constantly eating her thoughts, creating an emotional mess that she didnât know was possible.
Everyday she would wake up in the morning and try her best to repress her thoughts with a splash of cold water on her face, and a morning kiss or text from her boyfriend, Lewis.
God knew how much she wanted to open up to Lewis, but she couldnâtâ too afraid to show her vulnerable side. Especially with Lewis being busy with races and all, she didnât want him to be burdened with her emotional and mental problems.
So she hid it.
And when all the world is sleeping, she remains awake with tears flowing from her eyes and muffled sobs on the living room couch.
It was a frequent occurrence, even when Lewis was home for the off-season.
Once she feels like Lewis has drifted off to sleep, sheâd sneak out of bed and place a pillow in replacement for her presence and leaves the bedroom quietly.
As soon as she shuts the door, her eyes start to sting and well up with tearsâ becoming uncontrollable for the next few moments.
There she sits on the couch with a dimly lit lamp, staring blankly at the balcony view of the night sky. With each tear and sob she let out, it was a temporary solution for the pain her thoughts were causing her.
After a few hours, sheâd crawl back into bed and wake up the next morning like nothing happened. Yet a part of her thoughts still remain, ready to be cried out when the night comes.
She hoped that Lewis wouldnât find out about her. Her vulnerability.
But of course, Lewis wasnât dumb.
When she cries, a part of him shatters completely. It made him question himself as a partnerâ did he do something wrong? Was he treating her right?
It was only a matter of weeks, even days for Lewis to find out. As much as Lewis wanted to help, he didnât want to scare her away. That was the last thing heâd want to happen.
Instead, he says a little prayer on behalf of herâ that her pain goes away and she may finally find whatever she needed to keep her mind and heart at ease. But as each passing night comes by, her sobs grow louder and the pain in his chest was slowly becoming unbearable.
There was one night where he really, really couldnât take the pain of hearing her sobs. It shattered him to the core.
So he peels himself out of the sheets and leaves bed, ignoring whatever time it probably was.
He quietly opens the door and sees her on the couch, curled up with a pillow on her chest.
Y/N is quick to wipe her tears away and plaster a smile on her face, trying her best to conceal the pain.
âO-Oh! Hey, Iâm sorry I left bed, I just went out to drink a glass of water in the kitchen, then I decided to stay out here for a while.â She said in between sniffles, voice hoarse, ever so obvious that she just cried.
Lewis sighs, looking at her with sympathy. He walks towards the couch and sits beside her, taking a good look.
Though the lamp was dim, he could clearly see her swollen eyesâ evident that she had been crying for hours.
Y/N knew that he wouldnât believe her very smart lie, her face gave it all away.
Without saying anything, Lewis takes her into his arms.
She felt her eyes stinging, blurring her vision as tears formed once more.
âPlease tell me whatâs going on, my love. It pains me to hear your cry every night..â
Y/Nâs tears fall down even more, now unable to hide her vulnerability.
She sobs and Lewis holds her even tighter, stroking her arm to calm her down.
âItâs okay, let it all out. Talk to me when youâre ready.â He rests his chin on her head while his heart still aches from the oblivion of her tears.
She didnât know what to do at that moment. Obviously, there was no point in lying about her state anymore, it would just add fuel to fire. She felt trapped, knowing that sheâd have to tell Lewis about her little secret for the past few months.
But how?
Her emotions were all over the place. Words were stuck in her throat like a clogged pipe, unable to make its way out no matter how hard she tried.
âL-lew..â She manages to say in a small voice, her chest heaving up and down to catch her breath. She looks up at him with glassy eyes and fidgeting fingers, âYes, my love?â His gaze softens, hand over hers to ease her trembling.
âItâs so h-hard..â
Lewis places a kiss on her forehead, âItâs okay, you donât have to tell me now. Take your time.â
She nods, still trembling.
âWhatever it is youâre going through now, Iâm here. I know it hurts, love. I hear you every night trying to keep your sobs down, but your pain is evident. If youâll let me, Iâll ease it for you.â
âB-but I donâ hickâ ân wanna be a burden.. Youâre s-soâ hickâ b-busy with racing, m-myâ hickâ p-problems shouldnât be y-yours..â
âOh, my love, you will never be a burden for me.. Weâre a team, remember? When one is down, the other one helps them get back on their feetâ and Iâm the one whoâs doing that now.â Lewis places a hand on her cheek, wiping her tears away.
âIâm always here no matter what. No rush, okay? Whenever youâre ready, my love.â
He gives a reassuring smile, kissing her forehead once more.
Her heart feels a little bit lighter with Lewisâ words, tears have stopped falling yet her breath was still recovering.
They fell asleep on the couch that night, entangled in each otherâs embrace.
Ever since then, not a single tear was shed at night.
ââ .âŠ
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-emo beomgyu as your jealous bestfriend to boyfriend!
parings: beomgyu x fem reader
plot: heavily inspired by eli goldsworthyâs manic episode in degrassi, (and very old post i had up on my old account)
warnings: cursing, mentally ill/lovesick oreo gyu, sweet reader whoâs a pushover, smut, jealous gyu, bestfriend to lover troupe, beomgyu is a bit toxic, beomgyu corrupts reader, reader is also mentally ill with a low self esteem if you squint, sub reader & dom gyu
âso how do i look?â youâd spin in your outfit you had planned out for the night, making beomgyuâs head shot up from the manga he was reading titled nana
beomgyuâs breath hitches at the back of his throat. âyou look pretty really prettyâ his big brown eyes trail up and down your frame. âwhy are you wearing black though? i mean it looks good donât get me wrong but itâs just so not youâ
youâd roll your eyes playfully at his comment, internally squealing at how beomgyu knew you so well. âi know this is going to sound so dumb but the guy iâm going on a date with only really likes goth girlsâ
beomgyuâs heart dropped to the pit of his stomach at your admission, youâre going out on a date? with a guy? a guy who wasnât him?
âa date with a guy who doesnât even like who you are? seriously y/n?â beomgyu did knew you had low self esteem but he didnât know it was this lowâ
youâd frown at the blunt response, âi know i know i sound so pathetic but if i donât mirror the people i like then how can i ever get them to like me?â
the scowl on beomgyuâs face falls, his eyes softening with pity at your words. how could you not see that he was in love with you? the emo boy would literally die for you â no scratch that beomgyu would kill bare hand slaughter anyone who even thought about you in a negative light yet youâre seriously convinced you couldnât pull anyone with your personality alone?
beomgyu was about to speak up until your phone rings, a message from the mystery man that was outside your house waiting to escort you to a date and this made the manic emo boyâs blood boil
how dare he takes you away from him? how was that fair?
beomgyu groans loudly after waving you goodbye, waiting patiently on your soft fluffy bed resisting the urge to spam your phone with hundreds of messages and phone calls. hating how you chose some stranger over him
was he not good enough? did the black attire scare you off?
the feeling of impulsiveness rushes through beomgyuâs already wrecked headspace, grabbing his cellphone in a hurry. not being able to stop himself from doubleâ no triple texting you in a row.
miss you >:( 8:10 pm
are you having that much fun without me? itâs been two minutes and you havenât respond telling me how much you miss me too 8:12 pm
i really miss you 8:13 pm
beomgyu letâs out a sigh in frustration, contemplating on the back and forth idea of taking out his anger on your sanrio plushies but he breathes in excitement at the sound of his phone going off.
noooo im not having that much fun without you! i miss you too! 8:13 pm
>:( i hate when you leave me all alone you know 8:13 pm
im sorry ): iâll make it up to you kay? stay up for me! mwah :3 8:14 pm
MWAH ^_^ <3!! 8:14 pm
WOAH WE KISSED! <3 >:D 8:14 pm
a little bit over a month passes since your night out, and you were currently sobbing on beomgyuâs shoulder. âi-i donât know what happened i thought everything was going so well but he completely ghosted me when i bought up not wanting anything casual!â
âwhatâs wrong with me beomgyu? why doesnât anyone seem to like me after the honeymoon phase? am i that terrible?â you went on a ramble squeezing onto your bestfriend for dear life.
beomgyu couldnât ignore the slight pang of guilt in his chest as he held you in his arms, knowing how much it would kill you if you found out the reason why you canât keep a relationship to save your life was because of him. beomgyuâs overbearing clinginess being a huge turn off to any guy you were talking to.
and since you were super trusting of your friend you never really saw how beomgyu was responsible for your bad luck in dating. this cycle resulting in your low self esteem eventually, often leaving yourself to do a lot of self blaming. wondering, going back and forth with your yourself on why things with literally anyone who showed you any romantic interest always went to shit
am i not pretty enough? am i that boring?
âhey hey so what if the guy doesnât want to take things to the next level with you? the guys a total loser anyway did you see how beat his car was? youâre telling me you want to settle for someone whoâs broke?â beomgyu chuckles trying to use humor to lighten up your pitiful mood
youâd sniffle, âb-but did you see the way he looked at me? it felt nice to be liked and not lusted forâ and this made beomgyu chuckle to himself, lazily stroking your hair in an attempt to console you.
if only you knew how much beomgyu liked youâ no loved you
âand iâm sure thereâs ton of guys out there who will like you instead of lusting over you babyâ beomgyu grins looking down at your face was buried in his scrawny chest
âr-really?â your head shoots up from the emo boyâs warm embrace, your eyes glimmering hopeful âyou really think so gyu? you think anyone could love me?â you always craved beomgyuâs validation and reassurance
another thing you longed for was beomgyu liking you back, but heâs beomgyu and youâre well youâre youâ
beomgyu laughs at your cute question, shaking his head causing his shaggy hair to bounce off his head. âare you kidding? of course i think anyone could love you and if they donât then theyâre a total dumbassâ
what beomgyu really wanted to say was how he loved you, but the idea of someone as sweet as you dating a total mess of a man like him made the oreo haired boy feel sorry for you
youâd let out a wince, at the feeling of your bestfriend above you stretching out your pink gummy insides. clinging onto the males shoulder blades for dear life. âbeomgyu c-can you be more gentle?â
beomgyu softens his blissed out gaze on you, basking in at how tiny you look compared to him and how pretty you looked laid on your back. you reminded the man of a princess.
beomgyu whimpers a nod at your words, his pace slowing down to a gentle rhythm. leaning down to close the gap between you both pulling your soft lips into a sweet kiss savoring the way you tasted like strawberry lip balm.
âdoes that feel better princess? im not hurting you too much now right?â beomgyu bangs flopped down his eyes making you giggle at the action
ân-no itâs not hurting anymore i feel really good..â you moan sweetly, loving at how beomgyu was checking up on you. âthank you for making sure my first time was with someone who loves me even if it was just in a friend wayâ youâd smile up at the emo boy bringing him down to your face for a hug
beomgyu mentally face palms, stuffing his face in the crook of your neck. the oreo haired boy drowning into your strawberry pound cake scent, wanting to scream at you in frustration. what kind of virgin takes another virginâs virginity just because they loved them as a friend? are you really that fucking dumb?
a few weeks by and you had another date with another mystery man, and beomgyu was not happy.
after all the comforting words he told you how could you not see that he was in love with you? how could you possibly throw yourself at any guy who paid you attention?
beomgyu was tired of being nice and patient with you, and without thinking he immediately gets in his car to blow off some steam. imagining the hands belonging to your date dragging its way to your figure, cringing at the idea of you underneath another man cumming around his cock and such
beomgyu was so lost in the idea of you abandoning him for this new guy he didnât realize he was driving straight into a tree, his eyes widening before the world around him went dark
âyou cameâ beomgyu weakly smiles waking up as he senses you grabbing onto his hand
youâd sniffle back a few tears, seeing your bestfriend in such horrible condition and this made you feel very guilty. maybe if you were at home with beomgyu he wouldnât have felt so bored at the house and he wouldnât have gotten into his car resulting in his accident
âof course i came, i came as soon as i heardâ fat tears fall down your face in relief when you examine beomgyuâs cuts face and saw that his cute werenât severe. but the mere thought of beomgyu leaving you was too much
âim so sorry i should have never went out tonightâ i should have just stayed indoors with you playing that stupid video game you like what what was it?â you cried trying to remember
âdead by daylightâ beomgyu laughs at your crying state
âyes that! iâve been so self absorbed i didnât stop and realize that you need to come first im really sorry beomgyuâ youâd rabble going into a fit of sobs, blaming yourself over and over again for this happening
âitâs okay seriously i just have a few cuts thatâs allâ beomgyu assures you, showing off the bandages around his body
âi know but i still feel so guilty..â
âdonât beâ
youâd wipe your tears away with a dry laugh, âi donât even know why i continue to go onto these dates when itâs you i want to be withâ youâd admit blushing profoundly
âyou what?â
âim sorry terrible timing i know but i almost lost you tonight so i might as well come cleanâ youâd laugh more genuine this time
âi like you tooâ
âyou what?â
âyou heard me, just shut up and help me home will you?â
a/n: this made me miss my ex.. enjoy enjoy
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