#sometimes it is better to let go than to hold on

[girlfromflor]

went through hell yesterday and now I'm thinking about kyle garrick who takes care of you so tenderly when you're feeling sick – at first, at least. | gn!reader, kyle is like a daddydom(?) but there's no use of daddy in this one

he doesn't even question why that night, he just asks "what are you feeling, my love?" concern taking over every feature of his beautiful face.

to which you answer "headache... feel like throwing up," with a big pout and shaky hands from nausea.

he makes something salty and light for you to try and eat at least something, but as you shake your head and say with trembling voice that you "really can't, kyle", he nods and helps you walk all the way to your bedroom where he sets you down on the bed and gives you a pill to help and soothe the headache.

he watches as you drink it grimacing and he can only say "i know, baby, but you can sleep now. and you'll wake up feeling better tomorrow, eh?"

he let's you hide your trembling, cold hands underneath his shirt. you forehead tucked in chest as he hugs you until you're asleep. and when you wake up, he's still there – by your side, holding you like you're the most precious thing he ever came across.

when he wakes up, the very first thing he does is make sure you're feeling 100% better. once that's out of the way, he asks "now, tell me what happened yesterday, love."

you, as guilty as you could feel, answer him with a mumble. "forgot to eat dinner yesterday..."

you can feel the way the soothing brushes of his fingers in your skin halt for a second, before he's questioning "did you, baby? what was it that you were doing that made you forget to eat?"

he knows you get caught up in your own head sometimes, that you get so entranced in your hobbies that you forget to do the most basic things for your own comfort. you tell him that you were just distracted with a new tool you got that would help you finish your project of the moment, to which he answers with a sigh.

"baby, i know you were having fun and distracted, but what is the rule for when you have a new project you're working on?"

he waits as you take your time to answer. he's always so patient with you, it makes tears well up in your eyes. "i have to set up an alarm and always prioritize things related to my health and comfort..." you answer firmly, you had to repeat that a lot of times for you to not know it by now.

"hm, that's right. so, if you remember that, how come you forgot about it yesterday?" he's not mad, you can tell, but he's worried. worried something else got to you and that you actively neglected it other than just forgetting.

"'s just that i didn't have my phone close, so i couldn't have heard the alarm go off. 'm sorry, it wasn't on purpose..." you rush to answer, voice slowly being enveloped in anxiety, but he just sushes you with a kiss to your cheek.

"c'mon now, baby. you know it's okay. this isn't for me, is for you," he says and pull you closer in his embrace. "go on, say it, baby. you don't have to be sorry."

"it's okay... it's okay, and this is about me, not you," you take a deep breath and that works for calming you down. kyle always knows how to keep you grounded.

"yeah, that's right, love." he plants another kiss in your cheek, and then one to your nose. "but you cannot neglect your meals like that, can you?"

"no, i can't..." the response comes automatically, you feel so safe with him knowing he's taking care of you that you don't mind whatever punishment he'll give you for not following the rules.

he hums in agreement, deep tone of his voice rumbling in his chest. he's already moving out of your arms and finding his place between your thighs, holding them spread to his liking.

"'m gonna use my mouth on you, and you'll feel really good, baby," he points out, matter-of-factly. "but just when you're about to cum, i'll stop," he adds, and you can feel yourself squirming already. kyle is too good with his mouth, and he knows that.

"and you'll take it. my good, precious baby can do it, yeah?"

fuck, this is going to be a long morning.

[mixingandmelting]

hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with a s/o who they getting romantic with and s/o is like “If you keep looking at me like that I might pass away” or “The way you look at me makes me want to go lie down”. Basically s/o sometimes does not handle lovey dovey stuff well. They can give it out. But they kind of shut down when on receiving end and is very red faced?

Dick:

It’s your body’s way of telling him you love him in every sense; emotionally, mentally, and physically. Heat creeping down from your ears to your neck as you forget how to talk for a few seconds and he’s. All. For. It. Especially whenever you tease him over how he sometimes gets flustered from you showing affection, he uses it back against you. All he has to do is turn around and kiss you. Then, while your brain takes time to come back online, he can snuggle you to his heart content. Even better if you try hiding your face into his chest, he tends to let out a chuckle before hugging the life out of you and coo how adorable you’re being. 

Jason:

On one hand he wants to swaddle you in a blanket, destroy a table, squish the light out of you in his embrace, protect you from the world. On the other hand, he’d push it and call you by every affectionate term he tends to enjoy calling you by as it seems to be the safest without causing you to fully short-circuit. You’re just so damn cute whenever you go speechless and turn red that describing you as a “blushing mess” does it injustice. Makes him smug and giddy from your display of affection for him. And who is he to complain when you cling to him? It’s a good excuse to hold you while waiting for you to recover.  

Tim: 

The first time it happened, he thought it was out of vexation But, per usual, he’s quick to piece things together. Meaning, he knows what’s up. And boy, is he the worst. Always putting up a nonchalant front, he’d give you a peck on the lips or tell you how much he loves you randomly and/or passing by. Some days even doing both. But whenever he does it, mostly when you’re being cheeky, he would go back to whatever he’s doing and act as if he didn’t cause the mess behind him where you’re fumbling over your words with blazing cheeks. Others, not you, would know though as he would be suspiciously grinning and in a good mood. 

Duke: 

Bold for anyone to assume he’s okay after showering you with affection. The poor guy didn’t think you would like him THAT much. Hell, he still doesn't get what you meant by “the way you look at me makes me want to go lie down”. It doesn’t help that your reaction is infectious. Once you start doing it, he starts doing it, leading to the two of you to awkwardly stay there with matching faces, unable to look the other in the eyes. Yet, despite the amount of side comments, he doesn’t regret everything he’s done to show his love for you. Just give him time; he’s training in ways to help the both of you rebound back to normal faster. 

Damian:

He pretends to not care when it’s actually him who has a field day with it. After all, it’s his one way to get a win against you. He does it during the time you least expect it, showing his love for you through actions rather than words with a smirk once the telltale signs of you being “affection-overloaded�� starts. It makes him greatly satisfied when you tell him “if you keep looking at me like that I might pass away”, though it’s after he referred to Dick and Tim he realized what you were trying to say. It won’t change your reaction towards him meant you’re his and he’s yours and there’s nothing more that can make him happier than he is now.

[kxsagi]

ok i'm literally about to rip my head off instg. I'm asking because I LOVE your writing, but does anyone remember a ff with Kaiser with multiple trigger warnings (no NSFW) with reader who ran away from home and met him while she was rummaging through the garbage for food? That was the lore or something like that, ISTG I'M GOING INSANE BECAUSE I WAS STARTING TO LOVE IT AND IF SOMEONE CAN FIND IT I MIGHT MARRY THEM. Please let's help each other 🙏

“𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐩”

a/n: girl i’mma be so honest… i have no idea which fic this is and i’ve never read it 😭

but since you really wanna find it… and i like the plot idea… i figured i would write my own version

but if anyone finds the original, pls comment or message me their @ so i can tag them and credit them! 

(art credits go to jinxx_yu on X)

tw: child neglect, poverty, homelessness, implied abuse, food insecurity, emotional distress

you’re ten when you meet him. and you haven’t eaten in two days. 

it’s early morning, still foggy with dew, and the back alley behind the bakery is quiet, save for the soft rustle of your hands digging through the bin. you’re small enough to go unnoticed, quick enough to run if you’re not. but your legs feel heavy today. slow. your stomach cramps with every movement, and your fingers are shaking so bad you almost drop the stale muffin you find. 

you’re about to shove it into your mouth when a voice says, “hey.” 

you spin around, heart in your throat. 

a boy stands there. not much older than you. probably your age, even. but taller. sharper. he’s not wearing a shirt, just black sweatpants a little too big for his slim figure. he doesn’t look scared. doesn’t look mean, either. just curious. 

you narrow your eyes. “what do you want?” 

he remains calm, hands resting in his pockets. “nothing. just… i come here, too.” 

you blink. “to… dig?” 

he shrugs. “sometimes they throw out the ones that are only a little old. if you get here early enough, they’re not soggy yet.” 

you stare at him for a beat. and then you look down at the muffin in your hand. 

“… you want half?” you offer, quiet. 

he’s shocked. you’re too bright for someone living like this. 

“you serious?” 

you break the muffin in two, handing him the bigger half. 

“you’re weird,” he says, taking it. 

“so are you.” 

the two of you sit on the curb, eating in silence. crumbs fall into your laps. he tells you his name is michael, but he says it with an accent (mee-kha-el) and then adds, “but i prefer kaiser.” 

“why?” you ask. 

he shrugs again. “just… sounds cooler.” 

you snort. “okay, kaiser.” 

he grins a little, and it makes your chest feel warm. 

you learn a lot about him that morning. like how he hates the rain because of how fast it soaks his already-worn-out shoes. and how his dad makes everything he does a punishment. how sometimes he climbs on top of the bus stop just to feel above it all. 

you tell him you ran away because home didn’t feel like home. you don’t give details in the moment. you don’t need to. he doesn’t ask. 

“we’re kinda the same,” he says, picking at a loose thread on his waistband. “like… like nobody wanted us. so we had to want ourselves.” 

you glance at him. it’s the first time anyone’s ever said something like that to you. something that feels true. 

you nod. “yeah. we have to be our own people.” 

he holds out a pinky. “so let’s promise.” 

“promise what?” 

“that we’ll find a way out. not just survive. like… really live. better than them. better than this.” 

your throat burns. not from hunger this time. 

you hook your pinky with his. “promise.” 

𐙚

years later, you’re standing in the world’s loudest stadium. confetti rains gold. his name echoes across the world. 

but michael kaiser only sees you. 

you’re at the edge of the field, eyes glassy, mouth trembling with a smile. the same way you looked when you shared half a muffin with him behind a bakery all those years ago. 

he doesn’t hesitate, he jumps the barrier, running straight into your arms. 

“we made it,” he breathes, medal warm between your chests. 

you nod, laughing through tears. “yeah. from trash bins to trophies.” 

he kisses you like a promise kept. 

and when he lifts the world cup over his head, he looks at the cameras, the crowds, the sky, but smiles only at you. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[grahamzcracker]

𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞 | 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐦𝐚𝐧

i am not the one you want, babe . i am not the one you need .

▸ it ain’t me babe - joan baez

— dating s3 shauna (who is not yet over jackie, but shes trying!)

w.c : 670 / c.w : brief smut at the end (fingering, switch!shauna ??), probably a bit ooc... / request status : open!

a/n: sorry if there’s any grammatical errors—i’m tired as hell but cant sleep 😭 this one's been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute, figured i'd finally start it! (also... my first time writing anything remotely sexual, hope its not too bad)

sfw

⌗ ever since jackie's death and everything with her baby, shauna obviously hasn't been doing well. thats when you come along.

⌗ you'd been eyeing her for a while, even had a crush on her before the crash, you just never acted on it because you didn't think she'd ever be into you in a million years — she was jackie's, whether she'd admit that or not, and you respected that.

⌗ seeing how much she was hurting after jackie's passing, you took it upon yourself to try and cheer her up. you gave her little handmade gifts here and there, stuck by her side on everything, and just sat in silence with her when she needed company but didn't want to talk. you were fine with not talking, it seemed to be making her happy, and that's all you cared about.

⌗ at first, she didn’t understand what you saw in her. she was mean, aggressive, closed-off… everything you weren’t. but as the days went on, she realized you had no bad intentions and just genuinely liked her, and she stopped trying to push you away.

⌗ things seemed to be going okay for a while, but you couldn't help but notice the way she'd zone out while talking with you, or while you were talking at her, it was practically every conversation — whether she was bored, completely uninterested, or her mind on something/someone else, you didn't know, you just tried to brush it off.

⌗ once she finally let her walls down a bit with you, she started letting you sleep in her hut. she'd never say it out loud, but it helped having someone with her at night. a living, breathing body she could hold onto and seek comfort in. often times at night, when it was just the two of you in your hut, she would either hold you close or rest her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as you ran your fingers through her hair.

⌗ on days she was more stressed than usual, the two of you would go into the woods and sit near the lake, taking comfort in each other's presence. that was all she needed — to simply be near you. her mind sometimes wandered to jackie, wishing she hadn't made the mistakes she did. if she hadn't made them, then maybe it would be jackie sitting next to her, not you.

nsfw

⌗ one day, shauna was in a particularly rough mood, so she seemed out the one thing that made her feel better. you. you were sitting in your now-shared hut, etching something into a piece of bark when shauna came in.

⌗ she looked pissed off, no doubt that it was about mari again, this has been a common occurence lately — practically part of your daily routine at this point — shauna would come in frustrated, expecting you to fix it, which you did every time. she'd give you her signature sad, brown eyes, practically pleading for you to make it all better.

⌗ you'd bring a hand up to cup her face, then she'd slam her lips onto yours. her hands would find your waist, slipping under your top as she kissed you hungrily.

⌗ some days she preferred to take control, others she just wanted to lay back and let you take care of her. this was one of those days. she laid back and panted softly as you pressed gentle kisses to her neck, your fingers making their way into her underwear. as your fingers finally got to work, she let out a low moan, and you swear you heard jackie's name fall from her lips.

"fuck, jackie..." the words were breathless, nearly silent, but you heard them. her hand made it's way into your hair, giving it a slight tug as your fingers plunged in and out of her dripping cunt. "yeah... just like that, baby." she praised softly. feeling her hips buck against your hand, you brought your thumb up to rub her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

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a/n again : ok hi i hope the last bit wasnt horrible. im beyond inexperienced. (tmi...?) so.

[squipa]

baby, show me your world

aka dick soothes away your insecurities and holds you close

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insecurity is something that claws at you. its no one’s fault, there’s no one telling you that you are the awful things that you repeat to yourself over and over again in your head. some weeks you feel pretty, good about yourself and your appearance and those are the weeks you enjoy life more.

some weeks are worse than others.

it doesn’t help that your boyfriend is a stunner. he’s the kind of guy who could have his face plastered on magazines, who turns heads wherever he goes. you can feel the judging eyes of people around you burning into your back, words you’ve only heard in whispers all meaning the same thing: “he could do so much better than her.”

sometimes you wonder why dick grayson chose you. you look at the women of his past and you wonder how long you have before he realizes that he’s got options far better than you. sometimes you wonder if he’s thought about you the way you think about yourself, cringing about the way clothing pulls around your curves, disgusted by the way you look standing next to him in photos.

he notices— he’s a detective, he’d be an idiot not to. he watches how you shy away on days you insist he keep the lights off, how you avoid leaving the house no matter how badly you want to. he sees how you look at girls you somehow think are prettier than you, and then back to him with sad, longing eyes.

how can’t you know that he only has eyes for you?

he sees it now. you’re in the bathroom, pulling the fabric of your top around your body, scrutinizing yourself to tears. he can’t understand it, it’s like you’re stuck in that room until you’ve run out of ways to hate yourself. it shatters him.

he walks in, quietly snaking his arms around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss atop your head, hoping like hell it reaches your brain. you look at him, through the mirror, wearing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“you look gorgeous— no, stunning. you look perfect.” dick says quietly, nipping at your ear. you wonder when he learned how to read your mind.

you can’t help it— he’s so sweet, so kind and perfect and well, attractive. you wonder when he’s going to leave you. the frown that tugs down at your lips and the tears forming in your eyes makes him panic, his heart starting to beat straight out of his chest.

he tightens is grasp around your waist, his eyes meeting yours through the glass of the mirror. he presses a gentle kiss against the side of your cheek, not knowing what else to do. “what’s wrong, baby?”

you feel horrible. simply put, it isn’t a good day for you. and you could handle it alone, but now the guilt of sharing this burden with your perfect boyfriend is eating you alive. you’re never the one that needs to be held, that needs to have someone wipe their tears, you’re never the one who shares their pain. you have no idea how much dick wishes you were.

you shrug, looking away because you know if your eyes stay trained on his you’ll break down sobbing. he frowns, not at you, never at you, but at himself. he hates that he can’t make you feel safe enough to tell him what weighs on your chest so heavy it makes you cry— when he’s shown you so much of the bad and the ugly festering inside of him.

he turns you around, gently, so you’re facing him. you can’t avoid it now, you look up at him, up at those killer eyes and that gentle smile, while he slides one hand down to your hip and has another glide through your hair. “talk to me.” he says, and you do.

“sometimes i just…” you start, and your breath hitches. you look away, leaning your head against his chest, letting him hold you. “i wonder why you’re with me.”

“because i love you.” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. to you, it’s not.

you lift your head, but you don’t quite look at him, instead cataloging every detail of the wall behind him. “i know you do. i love you too— i just… sometimes i don’t feel… pretty enough for you.”

he freezes, and you shut your eyes. you don’t feel good about having said it, you don’t feel lighter or closer or stronger. you’re embarrassed. you can’t see how horrified he looks, eyes wide and mouth agape.

dick slides his hands against the sides of your face, forcing you to look up at him, wiping away your tears as they spill past your lashes. “how could you ever think that?” he asks, bewildered. “how— i- i don’t know where you’d get that from. you are the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever seen. sometimes i just stop and stare because you make it so hard to look away. you don’t feel pretty? that’s bull— that’s just not right.”

you laugh, looking away, a small smile on your face. “dick—“ you start, speaking in a way that tells him you don’t believe him.

“i’m serious. you’re beautiful. you don’t believe me, ‘cause i’ll take a polygraph test right now if that’s what it takes. babe, baby, prettiest girl in the world—“ he says, squeezing you tightly. “—i only have eyes for you.”

you smile softly, looking up at him with soft, kind eyes. he melts, just a little bit, but keeps his composure for your sake.

“i’m so sorry, babe.” he says, pressing his forehead to yours, looking down. your eyebrows knit together, as if to say “what ever for?”

he sighs, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your head into his chest, giving you the biggest, warmest bear hug possible. “i’m telling you, i worship the ground you walk on. god you’re—“ he lets out a breath, holding you closer, squeezing you tighter. “you don’t feel pretty enough for me?” he asks like it’s some kind of insult, like the words feel repulsive on his tongue. “i’m a horrible boyfriend for letting you go around feeling like that.”

you try to protest, because you firmly disagree with that statement, your insecurity is not his fault. you try to lean back, shaking your head in fervor, but he keeps your pressed up against him, his head falling gently atop yours. he just holds you like that, close enough to hear his heart beating against his ribcage. you don’t know how he knows it’s exactly what you need. maybe he needs it more than you do. all you know is that it makes you feel better.

when he lets you go, you’ve long since cried all of your tears into the fabric of his shirt, and you look up at him, smiling. he smiles too, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“feeling better?” he asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you nod, smiling up at him because it’s true. “i’m glad, baby. now i get to show you just how beautiful i think you are.” he says, picking you up by the waist, pressing a kiss against your neck at he carries you back into your bedroom and you wonder why you had ever doubted him at all.

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1. OKAYY it’s back up for those of you who wanted it so bad. i had to take it down because for some reason tumblr was not showing it to anyone and i thrive on engagement. it also took me so long because it takes me foreverrrr to format these on here i am copy pasting from my notes app.

2. first time writing for dick!! i’m trying to get down his characterization because i am working on something bigger (a series ?!?!?) for him. i also think this is the most dialogue heavy fic ive ever written so !! hope you enjoyed !!

[hans-wh0re]

FRICTION

Synopsis: There's something seriously wrong with your boyfriend, and it's called chronic humping syndrome. or the one where Changbin literally cannot stop grinding against you (or anything that smells like you) for even five minutes, and tonight he's more desperate than you've ever seen him. W.C: 2.5 K Pairing: changbin x afab reader smut tags: humping kink, desperate grinding, dry humping, clothing ruining, thigh riding, clothed sex, possessive behavior (kinda?), multiple orgasms, begging, whimpering, precum soaking, rutting, unprotected sex, cream!pie, overstimulation .... A.N: this has been sitting on my drafts for a while. I'm not 100% satisfied with it, but i haven't written anything these past few days due to health issues, so i figured i'd post something. Anyways enjoy.

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You've barely put your key in the lock when you hear that familiar, telltale whimpering from behind your apartment door.

"Fuck" you mutter, already knowing exactly what you're about to walk in on.

The door swings open to reveal your living room and, more importantly, your boyfriend Changbin on your couch. He's face-down, fully clothed, desperately rutting against what appears to be—yep, that's definitely your favorite hoodie wadded up beneath him. His hips pump frantically, the fabric of his sweatpants stretched tight across his ass as he grinds his cock against your clothing with single-minded determination.

He's so lost in it that he doesn't even notice you standing there, watching as he humps your hoodie like a teenager who just discovered what his dick is for. The little desperate whines escaping his throat make your pussy clench involuntarily, and pathetic as it is, the sight of him grinding against anything that smells like you never fails to turn you on.

"Couldn't even make it to the bedroom this time?" you ask, dropping your bag by the door.

Changbin's head whips around, his eyes wide and glazed with arousal. His hips don't stop moving though, not even for a second.

"You're home," he gasps, his voice strained. "Early."

"And you're humping my clothes. Again." You kick off your shoes, oddly calm about finding your grown-ass boyfriend dry-humping your hoodie on the couch. This isn't exactly a rare occurrence.

"Missed you," he groans, still grinding. "Needed—needed something."

You approach the couch, taking in the state of him. His hair is disheveled, forehead glistening with sweat, and there's a large wet spot at the front of his gray sweatpants where his cock has been leaking. He looks wrecked, and judging by the stuttering rhythm of his hips, he's close to coming but trying to hold back now that you're here.

"How long have you been at this?" you ask, genuinely curious. Sometimes Changbin can go for hours, just rutting against various surfaces like a dog in heat.

"Since—fuck—since you left for work," he admits, his hips still moving in desperate little circles. "Been so hard all day. Couldn't stop thinking about you."

Nine hours. He's been humping your stuff for nine fucking hours.

"Have you even eaten?" you ask, though you already know the answer. When Changbin gets like this, everything else ceases to exist.

He shakes his head, whimpering as a particularly good thrust sends a visible shudder through his body. "Just needed this. Need you more though. Please—"

The desperation in his voice makes your core throb with arousal despite your better judgment. It should be ridiculous, pathetic even, to find a grown man humping your clothes this hot. But there's something about the raw need Changbin displays and the way he completely loses himself in seeking friction, that never fails to ignite your own desire.

"Let me change first," you say, stepping back. "And you should probably drink some water if you've been at this all day."

"No," he whines, reaching for you. "Please, just—just let me—"

You know what he wants. What he always wants. With a sigh that's more for show than actual exasperation, you step closer again, presenting your leg.

Changbin abandons your hoodie immediately, scrambling to position himself against your thigh with an urgency that would be comical if it weren't so genuinely desperate. He hooks one leg over yours, pressing his sweatpants-covered cock against you, and groans in relief.

"Fuck," he breathes, his eyes falling closed as he starts to move. "Needed this so bad."

You stand there in your work clothes, your boyfriend attached to your leg like some kind of horny koala, rutting against you with an intensity that should be embarrassing but is somehow just… Changbin.

"Better than my hoodie?" you ask, unable to keep the amusement from your voice despite the heat building between your own legs.

"So much better," he whimpers, his movements growing more frantic. "Nothing feels as good as you. Nothing."

His hips work against your thigh in a desperate rhythm, his cock hard and leaking through his sweatpants. You can feel the dampness seeping through to your skin, evidence of just how worked up he truly is.

"Please don't stop me," he begs, voice breaking. "I'm so close. Been edging all day. Need to come so bad."

You reach down to stroke his hair, oddly tender despite the absolute filth of the situation. "Go ahead, baby. Make a mess for me."

That's all the permission Changbin needs. His hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he grinds himself hard against your thigh. A broken moan tears from his throat as he comes, his body shuddering against yours. You can feel the warmth spreading through his sweatpants as he pumps his release against your leg, his face contorted in pleasure.

For a moment, you think that might be enough to take the edge off. That maybe, just maybe, you can now change clothes and have a normal evening with your boyfriend.

You should know better by now.

Changbin's hips slow but don't stop, his cock still hard against your thigh despite the impressive wet patch spreading across the front of his pants. He looks up at you, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Need more," he whispers, almost apologetic. "Still so hard."

You sigh, resigned to your fate. "Let me at least change first."

Changbin whines but reluctantly detaches himself from your leg, already palming his cock through his soaked sweatpants as you walk toward the bedroom. You know without looking that his eyes are fixed on your ass, tracking your movements like prey.

The second you're in the bedroom, you hear him behind you, his breathing already labored again. You don't even make it to the closet before his front is pressed against your back, his cock grinding insistently against your ass.

"Binnie," you warn, though there's no real heat in it. "At least let me get out of my work clothes."

"Take them off," he agrees, but makes no move to step back, continuing to rut against you as you attempt to unbutton your blouse. "God, your ass feels so good."

His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he grinds himself against you in tight circles. You can feel how wet his sweatpants are from his earlier orgasm, the dampness transferring to the back of your skirt.

"You're ruining my clothes," you point out, finally managing to shrug off your blouse despite Changbin's octopus-like attachment to your backside.

"I'll buy you new ones," he promises, his voice strained. "Need this more than you need that skirt."

You can't argue with that logic, not when his desperation is so palpable. You reach back to unzip your skirt, letting it fall to the floor and leaving you in just your underwear and bra. Changbin moans at the increased access, his cock now grinding directly against your panty-covered ass.

"Much better," he groans, his movements becoming more frantic. "Fuck, you feel so good. Been thinking about this all day."

"I can tell," you say dryly, reaching back to unhook your bra. "You couldn't even make it five minutes without humping something."

Changbin doesn't deny it, too far gone in his pleasure to formulate a defense. His hands slide around to cup your breasts as soon as your bra falls away, earning a small moan that went straight to his cock, his hips never ceasing their relentless grinding against your ass.

"Can't help it," he admits, his voice breaking on a particularly good thrust. "Just need it so bad. Need you so bad."

You turn in his arms, pushing him back just enough to get a good look at him. His sweatpants are absolutely ruined, soaked through with cum and precum, clinging obscenely to his still-hard cock. His t-shirt is rumpled and damp with sweat, his pupils blown wide with arousal.

"You're a mess," you tell him, but there's fondness in your voice. "Take off those pants first."

Changbin scrambles to comply, shoving his sweatpants down his legs with such urgency that he nearly trips. His cock springs free, angry red and glistening wet, bouncing against his stomach. It's clear from how swollen and sensitive it looks that he's been playing with himself all day, probably edging for hours before finally letting himself come against your thigh.

"Your shirt too," you direct, stepping out of your own panties and moving toward the bed. "Since you can't keep yourself under control for even five minutes, we might as well do this properly."

Changbin nearly rips his shirt in his haste to remove it, his eyes never leaving your naked body. The moment you sit on the edge of the bed, he's there, positioning himself between your legs, his cock sliding against your inner thigh.

"Can I?" he asks, breathless with need. "Please, baby, I need to—"

"Yes," you cut him off, spreading your legs wider. "But you're going to make me come first."

Changbin nods frantically, dropping to his knees in front of you. But instead of using his mouth like a normal person might, he grips your thighs and pulls you forward until your pussy is pressed against his cock. Then he starts to rut, sliding his shaft through your folds without entering you, the underside dragging against your clit with each movement.

"Fuck," you gasp, surprised by how good it feels. Changbin might be obsessed with grinding, but he's perfected the technique over countless sessions.

"So wet already," he groans, his eyes fixed on where his cock slides through your slick heat. "Love how wet you get for me. Fuck. Love how you let me hump you wherever, whenever I need it."

His shameless admission should be a turn-off, but instead, it sends a fresh wave of arousal through you. There's something undeniably hot about how completely gone he is for you, how he can't control himself around you or even things that remind him of you.

Changbin's hips work in frantic circles, his cock sliding through your folds with increasing urgency. The tip bumps against your clit with each pass, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

"I-i'm gonna come again," he whimpers, sounding almost pained. "Fuckkk. Can't hold back. Feels too good."

"Wait," you command voice barely audible over Changbin's moans, gripping his shoulders. "Inside me this time."

You don't have to tell him twice. Changbin surges forward, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance and pushing in with one smooth thrust. But instead of pulling back to establish a proper rhythm, he grinds deep inside you, his pubic bone pressed firmly against your clit.

"Fuck," he groans, his head dropping to your shoulder as his hips work in tight circles. "Nothing feels as good as this. Nothing in the whole fucking world."

The constant pressure against your g-spot and clit has you seeing stars, your hands clutching at his back as pleasure builds rapidly. Changbin's movements grow more desperate, his cock twitching inside you as he fights to hold back his orgasm.

"L-let me feel you-fuck- come," he begs, his voice wrecked. "Need to feel you squeezing my cock. Please, baby, come for me."

His words, combined with the relentless grinding, push you over the edge. Your walls clench around him as pleasure washes through you, pulling a broken moan from your throat.

Changbin follows immediately, unable to resist the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him. He grinds deep into you as he comes, whimpering your name against your skin, his entire body shaking with the force of his release.

For a moment, you both stay frozen, catching your breath. Then, almost imperceptibly, Changbin's hips start to move again.

"Binnie!," you groan, oversensitive. "Seriously?"

He looks at you with an expression that's half apologetic, half desperate. Again. "Can't help it," he admits, his cock somehow still hard inside you despite coming twice already. "Just need a little more."

You fall back on the bed, resigned to your fate. "Fine. But I'm not moving. You do all the work."

Changbin's face lights up, as if you've just offered him the greatest gift imaginable instead of grudgingly allowing him to continue rutting against—well, inside—you.

"Thank you," he breathes, positioning himself over you, his hips already resuming their grinding motion. "Promise I'll make it good for you too."

And somehow, he does. Despite the absurdity of the situation, despite the fact that your boyfriend seems physically incapable of not humping something for more than five minutes at a time, he knows exactly how to move to bring you pleasure.

His grinding continues, relentless in its precision, hitting spots inside you that make your toes curl. His hands find your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples as his hips maintain their circular rhythm.

"Could do this forever," he groans, his face contorted in pleasure. "Just grinding inside you, feeling you so tight and wet around me. Nothing better than this."

You believe him. The single-minded focus with which Changbin approaches humping, whether it's against your thigh, your ass, your hoodie, or now, inside you—borders on religious devotion.

"You're so fucking weird," you tell him, but your body betrays you, responding to his movements with building pleasure.

Changbin just laughs, breathless and strained. "You love it," he counters, grinding particularly deep. "Love how desperate I get for you. How I can't control myself."

He's not wrong. There's something deeply flattering about being wanted this intensely, this constantly. About having a boyfriend who's so obsessed with you that even your laundry can get him off in a pinch.

"Gonna come again," he warns, his rhythm faltering slightly. "Fuck, I can't—can't stop—"

"Do it," you urge, your own pleasure mounting as his grinding becomes more erratic. "Fill me up again."

Your words send him over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you as he comes for the third time. The feeling of his release flooding your sensitive walls triggers your own orgasm, less intense than the first but longer, leaving you trembling beneath him.

Changbin collapses on top of you, his cock still buried inside you, his hips still making tiny, involuntary movements even as he fights to catch his breath.

"Thank you," he mumbles against your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to your skin. "Needed that so bad."

You stroke his hair, that is stuck on his forehead from the filth of the past hour. "I know you did, baby. Feel better now?"

He nods, then hesitates. "Maybe… maybe one more time? In a little bit?"

You can't help but laugh at his endless appetite. "What are you? A humping machine?"

Changbin lifts his head to look at you, his expression surprisingly earnest. "Only for you," he says. "Nothing else feels right. No one else feels right."

The sincerity in his voice makes your chest tighten with unexpected emotion. Because as ridiculous as his humping habit is, as inconvenient as it can be, there's something undeniably special about being the sole focus of such intense desire.

"I love you," you tell him, meaning it despite everything. "Even if you're a horny little freak who can't keep his dick to himself for five minutes."

Changbin grins, unashamed. "Love you too," he says, already beginning to harden inside you again. "Now, about that one more time…"

As his hips start their familiar grinding rhythm, you resign yourself to another round, and probably several more after that. Because that's life with Changbin.

And honestly? You wouldn't have it any other way.

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Troublemaker

→ Summary: Jooyeon needs help finishing his song and the only way to do that is by unraveling you. You're the missing piece; the only voice he wants to layer into his track, the only one he craves to hear making those breathy little moans that already have him on edge. But as the recording session goes on, it’s no longer enough to just listen to you like that, he needs to be the reason you sound that way.

↠ jooyeon x f.reader | 3.1k words | 18+ ↠ genre: idol!au, smut

→ Warnings: y’all getting freaky in the studio (as deserved), mutual pining, begging, fingering, unprotected sex, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, dry humping/grinding, breast play, PRAISE PRAISE PRAISEEEEE (did i mention praise? no? well there’s a good amount of praise lol), dirty talk, mild exhibitionism, pet names (you’re his fave troublemaker ofc duh)

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“Thanks for agreeing to this,” Jooyeon says with a nervous grin tugging at his lips. “I really appreciate it. I know I asked for the favor super last minute.”

He and his band, Xdinary Heroes, have been grinding nonstop on their upcoming full-length album. It’s a personal project packed with some killer new singles, plus deeply personal solo tracks written, performed, and produced by each member. All in all, it’s shaping up to be their most anticipated album yet.

Jooyeon’s been pouring himself into his solo track for days now, getting lost in the lyrics and layering harmonies late into the night. It’s different from anything he’s done before. It’s slower, sultrier, a little more exposed, maybe even a little dangerous.

It’s so close to being complete, but something is missing. And it’s been driving him crazy trying to figure it out. That is, until last night, when it struck him like a lightning bolt; what Jooyeon wants to add is the right fit, it’s just not the right voice.

He doesn’t need just any voice, though. He needs yours.

The one that has haunted his thoughts more than he’d ever admit. The one belonging to the woman who always brushes off his flirting with a smirk and an eye roll. Like he’s just playing a teasing game. Like he couldn’t be serious about you.

But he is.

“It’s no problem,” you reply with a gentle smile as he holds the studio door open for you. “I’m always happy to help.”

Jooyeon watches you settle onto the couch, then crosses the room to grab the lyric sheet from the soundboard. He sits beside you, just close enough for his knee to graze yours.

Together, you start to go over the song. You read through the verses, pausing to smooth awkward phrasing or tweak the flow, marking spots for vocal layering, planning out subtle additions.

He talks through the nuances of harmonies and breathwork, and you decide exactly where your voice should slide in without overpowering his. It’s more like a dance, your parts should wrap around his, complementing him. Keeping it intimate, intricate.

Once you're both satisfied with the new arrangement, Jooyeon runs through it, testing how it feels when he sings.

"I like it," he says, glancing up at you with a nervous smile. "What do you think?"

You lean back, giving him a slow once-over before smirking. "I think you'd better warm up that pretty voice of yours, I’m gonna need to hear it for real before I let you know my honest thoughts."

He chuckles before ducking into the recording booth and slipping on the headphones. You move to the soundboard, adjusting levels and offering feedback, telling him which takes hit hardest, when to push his tone, when to let it fall softer.

You do your best to stay composed, acting like his voice isn’t crawling all over your skin, like the shift between his sharp high notes and his deeper rasp isn’t doing something to your insides. But every time he looks at you through the glass with his lips parted, brows drawn in focus, it gets harder to pretend you're unaffected.

Jooyeon’s always been a triple threat; insanely talented, unfairly gorgeous, and effortlessly magnetic in the most maddening way. You had the biggest crush on him back in your trainee days, though you’d never dared to act on it. The kind of crush that made it hard to breathe whenever he was around. The kind that never really faded, just got buried under layers of sarcasm, eye rolls, and distance.

But now, hearing him sing this kind of song, watching the way he pours himself into every note, you’re not so sure you can keep pretending those old feelings are still locked away.

"I've always hated how fast you’re able to wrap up your parts," you tease through the studio mic, doing your best to sound casual.

Jooyeon laughs, tugging off his headphones and letting them dangle from the edge of the music stand before stepping back into the room.

"You're so annoyingly perfect," you add with a dramatic roll of your eyes, trying to deflect the growing heat low in your stomach.

"What's wrong with that?" he grins, cocking his head and raising his eyebrows in that boyish, heart-melting way he always does, like he knows exactly the kind of effect he has on you.

"Just—whatever," you grumble, losing your train of thought completely as you push out of your chair, grabbing your water bottle on the way to the booth.

The studio is always too warm, so you shrug out of your sweater and toss it over the back of a chair, left in just your tank top and flared leggings. You slip on the headphones, adjusting them over your ears as the track cues up. Jooyeon’s voice echoes in the background as you add the breathy textures and moan-like embellishments the song calls for.

When the section wraps, you glance through the glass, locking eyes with him.

"How was that?" you ask, a little breathless yourself.

Jooyeon doesn’t answer right away. He’s staring at you, or through you, and his face is completely unreadable. It’s as if he’s caught somewhere between thought and instinct, and you suddenly feel far too exposed under his hard gaze.

"Jooyeon?" you inquire, heart beating faster.

The sound of his name seems to snap him out of it. He clears his throat roughly, fumbling to press the talk button. "Uh, yeah. Let’s, um—let’s run that again, if you don’t mind."

You blink, surprised. "Not at all," you say, adjusting your mic slightly. "Anything you want me to tweak for this next take?"

He hesitates, and when he does, his voice is lower as if almost strained. "Just...make it a little more believable, more…sexual.”

A slow blush creeps up your cheeks as you nod. You close your eyes, letting the music flow through you, trying to feel it, be it. But it still feels off. Too fake, too forced.

You crack one eye open and give Jooyeon a small, frustrated shake of your head. He pauses the track immediately.

"It still doesn’t feel genuine, does it?" you sigh, raking a hand through your hair.

Jooyeon leans forward, "Are you open to an idea?"

Without waiting for an answer, he sets the track on a loop, steps away from the soundboard, and steps into the booth with you. The space begins to feel even smaller with him in it.

He grabs the chair off to the side of where you’re standing, dragging it back against the wall. Then he lowers the mic stand to match the new setup. Sitting down, he pats his thighs with a steady hand.

"Come sit."

You blink, your heartbeat picking up once again. "What?" you ask, half-breathless. "Why?"

"Just trust me. Come sit," he says, voice low but insistent, his eyes locked on yours.

Against better judgment, you do as he says. Carefully, you settle onto his lap, feeling the solid heat of him beneath you. His hands are patient but firm as he adjusts your headphones, slipping one ear off so you can hear him while the track hums softly into the other.

Jooyeon’s voice brushes your exposed ear, low and coaxing. "Now just relax. Feel the music. Feel me." His hands trail slowly down your arms as you start to sing the first section of harmonies.

Heat floods to your core almost instantly, and you can’t help the way your thighs instinctively press tightly together. He notices and lets out a pleased chuckle before his lips brush against the sensitive skin of your neck.

A soft, involuntary moan slips from your mouth, your head tipping back against his shoulder.

"That’s it," Jooyeon murmurs, his voice low against your ear, careful not to let the mic catch it. "That’s what I want to hear."

His hands gliding over your upper thighs before sliding up, fingers hooking lightly at the waistband of your leggings. He lingers there, teasing, testing your boundaries.

"God, you’re trouble," he breathes, his voice thick with want. "Do you trust me?"

You nod without hesitation, your whole body buzzing with anticipation.

"Then open your legs for me," he says.

The second you obey, he slips his hand beneath your lower layers of fabric, fingers skating lower and lower until he finds the soft heat of you, brushing against your clit with a featherlight touch that makes your breath hitch.

You bite your lip hard, struggling to stay composed as the track plays on, your own voice layered under Jooyeon's. You sound breathy, aching, just the way he envisioned.

His touch is light at first, just enough to drive you mad, tracing slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips twitch without meaning to, seeking more pressure, more friction, but he holds you still with a firm arm wrapped around your waist.

"Easy," he murmurs, dragging his mouth along your jawline. "We’re not in a rush.”

You whimper softly, the sound melting right into the music, blending so naturally that if anyone else heard the track later, they might think it was just another embellishment, another perfectly captured emotion.

Jooyeon's free hand slides up, slipping under your tank top to palm your breast through your bra, thumb brushing over the hardening peak. Every touch, every movement of his is purposely slow, calculated to wring every ounce of sensation from you.

"You’re doing so good," he whispers.

Your hands find his thighs, gripping tight as his fingers slip lower, teasing at your entrance before gliding back up to circle your clit again, just a little firmer this time. Pleasure coils hot and sharp inside you, tightening with every lazy pass of his fingers.

"Joo, please," you gasp, not even sure what you're begging for. More of something, anything. Everything.

Jooyeon groans low in your ear, the sound vibrating through you as his fingers slip lower once again, this time dipping two into your slick heat.

“O-Oh god,” you mewl loudly, not caring what gets picked up by the mic anymore. He stiffens below you, his hard length pressing against your backside.

"My favorite little troublemaker makes the prettiest sounds for me," he murmurs against your skin, voice dark and possessive.

His fingers curl deeper inside you, finding that devastatingly perfect spot that has you gasping sharply, your whole body jolting against him. “You feel so good, trouble, you’re so wet for me.”

Jooyeon speeds up just enough to tip you closer to the edge, and when your head lolls back against his shoulder again, he captures your mouth in a slow, devastating kiss.

It’s messy, and when you finally break the kiss to gasp for air, your body shudders against his as the first waves of release start to crash over you.

"That's it," he rasps, working you through it, keeping his movements steady. "Sing for me."

And you do. A high, broken moan spills from your lips, right on cue, weaving seamlessly into the track playing in your ear as pleasure tears through you, leaving you shuddering helplessly in his lap.

For a moment, all you can hear is the thundering rush of your heartbeat and the faint echo of the music. But then reality crashes back in.

Jooyeon’s hand is still tucked inside your pants, his breath still hot against your ear, his voice still murmuring sweet, dizzying things meant only for you.

Panic surges inside your body, choking you. You tense, jolting upright, desperate to put space between you. Scrambling off his lap, you make a move toward the door, the walls of the studio feeling like they’re closing in.

"Y/N, wait—" Jooyeon’s voice is sharp with concern. He reaches out, catching your hand before you can leave, his fingers wrapping around yours, grounding you. "Please. Don’t go."

There’s a hint of fear in his voice now, a crack in his usual easy confidence. It stops you cold; you’re torn between the overwhelming urge to flee and the equally powerful pull to turn back to him.

"I'm sorry," Jooyeon says, voice low and rushed. "I'm sorry if I took that too far. I acted impulsively and overstepped. I should've thought about your boundaries instead of getting caught up in my own feelings."

He drags a hand through his hair, frustration bleeding through every word. "I put myself first, and I’m sorry. I know you probably still see me as just a friend. I... I’ve liked you for years, and I got wrapped up in the moment. If you want, I'll scrap the whole recording. We can pretend it never happened."

"Wait, what?" you blink up at him, stunned.

"I’ll throw the whole song away," he says quickly, almost tripping over his words. "Start over. I don’t care."

"No. No, I don’t want that," you cut him off, heart pounding. "But...what did you say before?"

He hesitates, eyes darting nervously across your face.

"I, uh..." He chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "I said I’ve liked you. Probably since the day I met you. That’s why I was so excited when you agreed to help me with this. I just…" He stops himself, tilting his head slightly, trying to read you, trying to see if he’s ruined everything, if you’re about to walk out for good.

But before he can figure it out, you close the distance between you and crash your mouth against his, silencing every doubt burning in his mind.

Your hands tangle into his long hair, fingers threading through the blonde strands, tugging just enough to draw a low, needy growl from his chest. His arms wrap around you tightly, hauling you against him before spinning you and pressing you back against the padded wall.

You gasp into his mouth, and he devours it as he lifts you effortlessly. Your legs wrap around his waist, anchoring yourself to him as you grind down instinctively, a moan slipping free when you feel the heat of him, hard and ready, pressed against you through his jeans.

Jooyeon breaks the kiss just long enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asks, his voice rough, his eyes searching yours like his entire world depends on your answer.

You smile, tracing your fingers down the line of his jaw. "There’s nothing I want more than you," you whisper, tugging him back in for another kiss.

He sets you down gently, his hands lingering on your body as he peels off your tank top. Your pants follow next, pooling at your ankles, leaving you bare and burning under his gaze.

His clothes are stripped away just as quickly, until there's nothing left between you but body heat.

Without another word, you're back in his arms, pinned between his body and the wall. He slides a hand down, lining himself up, his tip slowly circling your entrance. His teasing has you whimpering against his lips.

"Mmmm, still so wet for me, trouble," he growls against your skin, the deep rumble of his voice making your thighs tremble around his waist. "I think I could fully sink into you in one move. What do you think?"

His mouth trails hot kisses along your jaw, down the sensitive column of your throat. "Can you take all of me at once?" he murmurs, his voice dark and possessive, like he already knows the answer.

You tilt your head back, offering him more of your neck, your chest heaving as you clutch at his bare back, desperate for him. "Yes," you gasp breathlessly, wrecked already from just the anticipation. "I want you inside me, Jooyeon. Please."

That single word shatters the last thread of his restraint.

With one smooth, devastating thrust, he buries himself fully inside you. He fills you so perfectly that you cry out, your body arching against him. The stretch is intense, making your walls flutter helplessly around him.

"J-Jooyeon," you moan, your voice breaking, raw with pleasure.

He holds you there for a moment, just letting you feel every thick inch of him, nestled so deep it feels like he’s part of you. His forehead presses against yours, his breathing just as ragged while he composes himself.

"Fuck," he groans, grinding his hips in a slow, punishing circle once he’s got a hold of himself. "You feel like heaven...squeezing me so tight already. So perfect for me." His hands grip your thighs tightly enough to leave marks.

You whimper, rolling your hips to meet his, and he curses again. His control slips even further as he pulls out almost entirely, only to slam back into you, setting a rhythm that’s brutal and achingly perfect.

Each thrust rocks you harder against the wall, pleasure clawing up your spine until your nails are digging into his back, desperate for more. So much more.

"You’re my little troublemaker," he growls against your ear, voice rough, possessive, as he drives into you over and over, each snap of his hips pushing you closer to the edge. "Say it."

"I’m yours," you choke out, stars bursting behind your eyelids.

"Again," he demands, thrusting deeper, making you sob out the words.

"I’m yours, Jooyeon. Only yours."

He captures your mouth again, swallowing your cries hungry kiss, claiming every sound you make as he pounds into you mercilessly, bringing you closer and closer to falling apart.

Your walls clench helplessly around him as you shatter. You sob his name into his mouth, your body spasming in his arms as he fucks you through your orgasm, never never letting up.

The rush of heat and sensation leaves you dizzy, your vision white-edged and blurred.

Feeling you fall apart around him drives him over the edge, too.

"I’m gonna–" he gasps, his voice a whisper against your lips. He buries himself deep with one final, punishing thrust, his whole body tensing as he comes inside you. His forehead drops to your shoulder, his heart pounding against your chest while he catches his breath.

For a long moment, you just cling to each other, trembling, your bodies still fused together, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sound of your heavy breaths.

Slowly, Jooyeon lifts his head, brushing your sweaty hair back from your face with a tenderness that makes your chest ache.

"You okay?" he asks gently, his voice low.

You nod, still too wrecked to form words, and he smiles breathtakingly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Good," he murmurs, a teasing glint in his eye. "Because I can be ready for round two in a few minutes."

You throw your head back and laugh, loving how effortlessly playful he can be in any situation. “Maybe we should focus on editing that recording first. Then maybe you can fuck me into the couch out there. After you lock the studio door, of course.”

It’s his turn to laugh, his chuckle rumbles through the room while his arms instinctively tighten around your body. You nuzzle closer into him, skin still tingling, breathing in his scent.

And you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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freezing point | j.wy

pairing: jung wooyoung x gn!reader summary: you're assigned to help wooyoung film a winter vlog. the problem is, the heat's out at the cabin and the repairman can't come until tomorrow... tags: fluff, mutual pining, slow burn(ish), ateez staff!reader wc: 3.0k a/n: hi loves! first post on a shiny new blog ✨✨ it's literally already like summer where i'm at, but hey i think it's still mostly cold in korea rn so enjoy cuddly woo. x [requests are also open 🥰]

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"Ach, it's freezing out here!" Wooyoung says, hissing through clenched teeth. "Whose idea was it to shoot a winter vlog?"

"You can take that up with your Captain," you reply.

You slide the lens off of the camera and carefully detach it from the tripod, wary of the ankle-deep snow it's wedged in.

"I won't be able to," Wooyoung mutters in response. "I'll be dead, because I froze to death."

You chuckle quietly, shaking your head at his dramatic behavior. As a part of ATEEZ's staff, you've come to terms with the fact that your job sometimes requires you to put up with less than ideal conditions and abnormal tasks. You have to admit that when management approved Hongjoong's idea to shoot a vlog at a winter cabin, you hadn't been overly excited about it.

Particularly, when you were assigned to be Wooyoung's personal camera operator. Of course you know that being assigned to a specific member not only means you have to follow them around all day long but also that you have to stare down a camera lens directly at their face for hours and hours.

You've done it plenty of times before for other members—usually Jongho or San. But management wanted to switch things up for a change of pace. If you're being honest, it's hard enough for you to hold eye contact with Wooyoung for ten seconds, let alone ten hours.

"Two steps to your right, please," you direct. He follows your instructions, and you nod. "Perfect. Okay, so for this part, just say hi and welcome everyone back to ATEEZ's YouTube channel and explain what we're doing here. You know how this all works. We can do a couple of takes if you want."

You position yourself behind the camera, lining up your sightline and raising a hand so that you can signal to Wooyoung. He stares directly into the camera, and it feels like he's looking straight into your eyes. Clearing your throat, you swallow a smile as he pastes a handsome grin on his face and prepares to deliver his lines.

"And...three, two, one..." you count down and point to cue Wooyoung.

"Hi Atiny!" he beams, waving sweetly. "It's my turn to film a vlog, so I'm taking you on a little winter adventure. We're here in Gangwon Province at a cabin that's just a little distance away from the Yongpyong Ski Resort."

He points in the direction of the ski lodge, and you smoothly angle the camera to where you can just see the tip of the resort sticking up over the tree line. You pan back to Wooyoung.

"We're gonna head there tomorrow to snowboard," he continues, "but for now we're gonna go inside and check out the cabin and then head into town to go grocery shopping for some food. So, let's go inside!"

"And cut!" you shout after pausing for a few seconds. "Wow, you nailed that. I'm impressed. Wanna see it?"

He nods and comes over to stand beside you. You position the camera so you can both see, too aware of how close he's standing; too aware of the way his warm breath ghosts over your uncovered neck. You gulp, playing the video back. He watches in uncharacteristic silence, nodding his head and clapping when the video ends. You smile, slinging the camera over your neck.

"Be honest. I'm better than the other members, right?" he says, grinning cheekily.

"Better than San? Yes, significantly better and much easier to work with. San has so much random, chaotic energy that it's hard to keep track of him sometimes. Better than Jongho?" you smile teasingly at him. "Never. Your maknae is a dream to work with."

Wooyoung scoffs, clutching his chest in fake pain. Despite yourself, you gasp when his hand clamps around your shoulder. He pretends to stumble, as if he's been shot. You bite the inside of your cheek to swallow a laugh and brush his hand away from your shoulder. Wooyoung smiles, tilting his head toward you.

"A dream? Oof. That's okay. Challenge accepted," he says.

He winks. You feel the burn immediately as it spreads across your ears and cheeks. You clear your throat, dropping your head to look at the camera screen. You're used to him flirting like that. He does it with everyone. Most of the members are shameless flirts. But you can't deny that when Wooyoung says things like that to you, you like to pretend he means it.

"Uh...let's head inside," you say, trying to change the subject. "We can do a cabin tour."

The cabin is small and simple, with just a living room, small kitchen, two bedrooms, and a shared bathroom. You silently thank your supervisor for remembering to book a cabin with two beds.

Taking into consideration Wooyoung's playful, excitable behavior, he's a natural in front of the camera. You're able to get through the cabin tour in less than twenty minutes with only two takes.

"And cut! Perfect. On second thought, Jongho might need to be a little worried now," you say. As you're double-checking the video, you find your teeth chattering violently. "Jeez, is there a thermostat in here? It's freezing."

Wooyoung shrugs, and you put down your camera as you both begin to search the cabin looking for the thermostat.

"Ah, found it!" Wooyoung shouts, and you follow his voice into the hallway.

"Oh thank god. Turn it all the way up, please."

Wooyoung chuckles. The way he grins at you, makes your stomach churn. Your eyes drop down to appreciate his slender fingers as they press the arrow next to the word HEAT. You wait a few seconds, listening intently for the sound of the heater clicking on. But nothing comes.

"Whaaa...?" he mumbles.

"Try again," you say.

He looks at you for a brief second before trying again, applying more pressure to the buttons this time. You wait again. Nothing. He tries a third time. And then a fourth time.

"Uh...maybe you have to hit another button first? Like to turn it on?" you suggest, peering over his shoulder to study the options.

He clicks every single button on the machine but nothing has any effect, whatsoever. He shakes his head, shooting you a concerned glance.

"Ahh," he whines. "I think it's broken."

"No...no there's no way it doesn't work...right? They would never put us in a cabin with a thermostat that doesn't work. Not in this weather. W-wait, hold on. Let me call someone an-and double check," you stutter, fumbling for your phone.

You dial your supervisor's number, tapping your foot as it rings. Your heart lurches when he answers on the other side. You explain the situation, sure that he'll have a solution. He assures you that he'll call the landlord and straighten everything out.

A sigh of relief escapes your chest, and you nod toward Wooyoung. Thank god. Crisis averted.

You finish up filming the cabin and then head down into town to shoot Wooyoung's shopping adventure. He lets his silliness come out a little more at the grocery store, getting up close and personal with the camera—and you. You laugh as he struggles to find the right products for the tteokbokki he wants to make for dinner, cracking jokes, and just generally looking really, really cute.

After traveling back up to the cabin, you film Wooyoung getting started on the dinner. The heat from the stove helps a little in warming the house, but you're impatiently awaiting the repairman's arrival. As if on cue, your phone rings. You place the camera down and answer quickly.

"Please tell me the repairman is walking up the path now?" you say into the receiver.

"Er..." your supervisor clears his throat, obviously nervous.

"Oh no...what?"

"I'm afraid the repairman is booked up today. He won't be able to make it until tomorrow."

"What?!"

"I know, I know. But there's a fireplace, at least, isn't there?"

Your gaze flicks toward the small fireplace in the living room.

"Well, yeah, but it...it's tiny."

"Well, it'll have to do for tonight. Listen, I'm sorry for the setback, but it's just for one night. If you need to buy some extra blankets or something, go ahead and we'll charge it to the company account.  Anyway, this gives you a fun angle for Wooyoung's vlog. How to survive a night at a cabin without heat. You know, like a challenge. With a snappy title like, er...Freezing Point."

"Freezing point?" you quirk an eyebrow. "This was not supposed to be a challenge video. I wasn't even supposed to be assigned to this project," you whine, turning your back to Wooyoung and lowering your voice.

You are not strong enough for this.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing you can do except wait for the repairman to come tomorrow."

You run a hand over your face and groan.

"Okay, thanks anyway." You hang up and turn to meet Wooyoung's face. His eyebrows are raised curiously. "The repairman can't make it until tomorrow. We're stuck without heat tonight."

"Ahhh, no way," he responds.

"That tteokbokki better be piping hot."

Wooyoung chuckles, running a hand through his hair. When he turns away to check on the food, you allow your eyes to shamelessly trail along the angle of his jaw and down the veins in his neck. Your stomach flips unexpectedly, so you rip your gaze away.

Three years you've worked for ATEEZ, watched Wooyoung from behind the scenes, chit-chatted with him here and there while trying not to lose your mind. Now, here you are alone with him, watching him cook you dinner.

It suddenly feels so...domestic.

The tteokbokki is just warm enough to get some heat back into your bodies for about an hour or so. To your surprise, Wooyoung is not a bad cook, at all. You thoroughly enjoy your meal and talking to him. After cleaning up, you take turns changing into your pajamas. You both agree the best bet is to sleep on the floor in the living room where the fireplace is.

Wooyoung figures out how to light it while you search through the closets and drawers, gathering all the blankets you can find. You work together to set up the blankets and pillows across the floor in front of the fireplace, creating a makeshift bed. Despite the small space, you make sure to position yourself on the far edge of the room.

You lie down, facing the fire and pull a blanket up to your chin. Wooyoung, on the other hand, settles down on his back right in front of the fire. He holds out his hands, sighing contentedly. His eyes flick over to you, and he does a double take. His head lolls to the side.

"What are you doing over there?" he asks.

"Hm? Just...laying."

"Don't you...wanna sleep in front of the fire? I worked so hard lighting it," he pouts playfully.

You can't help but smile. How is he so cute??

"I'm okay here."

His eyes linger on you for a moment, and his unimpressed expression makes you think he's not convinced. But he shrugs and rolls back toward the fireplace.

"Suit yourself," he says in a sing-song voice.

You squeeze your eyes shut and try to sleep, but it's so freaking cold. Your breath escapes shakily, and you can't help but shiver, even with the blanket. A sniff makes you realize that your nose is beginning to run, too.

"Are you still cold?" Wooyoung's voice escapes sweet and low.

Your eyes flash open, and you lose your breath. He's turned on his side, the fire casting a gentle orange light across his handsome face. He looks so soft, warm, sincere.

You suddenly realize the situation you're in—the fact that you could be nestled in between his arms right now if you really wanted to.

"N-no. I'm f-fine," you stutter, clenching your teeth together to keep them from chattering. You aren't totally sure if the chattering is from the cold or your nerves.

"You're shivering."

"J-just a little. I'll be ok-kay."

He shakes his head, lifting the blanket beside him. He beckons you over with a toss of his head.

"Come here," he says. You hesitate, opening your mouth to protest, but nothing comes out. He waves you over again. "Come on. I won't bite. Unless you ask."

You huff and crawl toward him, stiffly positioning your body beside his. You don't know if it was more awkward to face him or to turn away.  His arm curls around your shoulders as he drapes the blanket over you. Your spine goes rigid and eyes widen as you meet his gaze.

You watch as his sweet smile fades, his expression going dead serious. You expect him to withdraw his hand, but he doesn't. Instead, his fingers splay across your back. You can feel the warmth of his palm through your pajamas.

His eyes search your face, moving slowly and deliberately as if he were studying you.

"What are you doing?" you ask quietly, not sure if you actually mean to say it out loud.

"Looking at you."

"I've...never seen you so serious," you tease, hoping to dispel some of the tension.

"Pretty."

"What?"

"You. You're pretty. Very pretty. You always have been."

You freeze, not knowing how to respond. You can't bring yourself to break eye contact and can barely force yourself to breathe. Wooyoung's hand slides away from your back and moves toward your face. His palm cups your cheek, his thumb tracing down your cheekbone onto your chin. Your eyes flutter shut under his touch, relishing in the warmth of his palm. The pad of his thumb brushes over your lower lip. Your breath catches in your throat.

Is he insane?? You work for him. He's practically your boss. Nothing about this is appropriate.

So, why aren't you stopping him?

You pry your eyes open, looking at him pleadingly.

"Hmm," he hums, smirking. "You have a pretty mouth, too."

"Wooyoung..." the whisper, desperate and breathy, escapes your lips before you can stop it.

Wooyoung inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut and resting his forehead against yours.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asks, breath uneven as he leans in close to you. You say nothing, your brain preoccupied with the effort it's taking to resist smashing your lips against his. "It's been torture for me. Every second of every day, I think about you. All the time, I'm thinking about you. I try not to, but whenever you're working I find you. I look at you. I want to look at you. I love looking at you."

You shake your head, placing your palm against his chest to push him away. He holds on tightly, barely moving an inch despite all of your strength. You look into his eyes, bewildered.

"Wooyoung, what are you talking about? How can any of this be true?" you ask.

His eyebrows knit together, pain etching across his face.

"You think I'm lying."

"No, of course not. I just...maybe it's the cold. It's messing with your head or your judgement or something."

His expression returns to that dead serious face, not a hint of the easygoing, carefree Wooyoung you're used to.

"I requested you."

"What?"

"I specifically requested you for this weekend."

You shake your head.

"I don't understand."

"It was my idea to switch around the camera operators. And, since it was my idea, they let me pick who I wanted to be paired with. So, I picked you. It sounds super creepy now...but I wanted to spend time with you. Just the two of us. I wanted to see if...if I still felt like this when it was just us. A-and I do. I really, really do. I like you. A lot."

You can't say anything for a moment, just search his eyes for any hint of this being a joke. You briefly wonder if there's a hidden camera somewhere to prank you. But nothing seems off. Everything—his expression, his body language, his words—they all feel genuinely real.

You aren't sure why, but a laugh suddenly spills from your chest. A few more follow before you gasp, slapping your hand over your mouth.

"Oh my god I'm sorry!" you say. "I just don't know what else to do because, well, it's not funny, but it sort of is because...well, I like you, too. I've liked you for a while, probably like two years now, but it was so inappropriate because I work for you. And that would have been weird, and they say not to mix business and pleasure, so I didn't say anything. Oh, and also, I thought you would never ever like me back like that because who am I? I'm just a random person, but you're..." you start to run out of steam, realizing that you're babbling something awful. "You're Wooyoung. You're amazing and wonderful and funny. And beautiful."

Wooyoung chuckles, his grip on your face tightening.

"Yeah, no, I definitely like you."

You giggle, feeling heat spread through you.

"So, what now?"

"Now? Oh, I'm gonna kiss you now. Okay?"

"Okay," your voice escapes like a different person's, giddy and childish and silly.

Wooyoung leans forward, tilting his head to capture your lips between his. Your eyes flutter shut, your palm on his chest curling into the fabric of his shirt. His mouth is soft and wet, molding perfectly on top of yours. The kiss is perfect, not too long, not too hard, just a little bit of pressure and a slow break.

When you open your eyes, a dumb smile curves across your lips. The way he's looking at you—like you're the most interesting thing on the planet—it's wonderful.

"I think maybe you just surpassed Jongho," you tease.

"Really?"

"Yeah, well, Jonho's never kissed me like that."

His expression goes serious for a minute.

"Jongho better never kiss you at all," he says firmly. He taps his pointer finger against your lips. "These are mine now."

"Then you'd better get back down here and use them."

"Yes, jagi."

You giggle as he lowers his lips to yours again.

How to survive a night at a cabin without heat? Three words: Jung Wooyoung's lips.

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Do you have (n)sfw list for ukyo? 👀👀👀👀

Either will be amazing!

After 3700 years, here they are :')

SFW

Affection: 

Very affectionate with you

Loves to share soft touches throughout the day

Hand holding, soft kisses, just standing or sitting close enough to have your bodies touching

Very verbally affectionate

Best friend: 

Literally the best friend you’d ever have

He’s reliable, grounded, and knows how to make you feel better

Will always show up whenever you need him to

Cuddles: 

Ukyo loves his cuddle time with you

Loves to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat

Can stay there with you for hours

Domestic: 

Definitely wants to settle down with you

He’s a really good cook, and loves to cook for you

Ending:

The only time he’d break up with you is if he felt he had no other choice

You’d have to push him pretty far

Or he’d have to be in a position where staying with you would put you in danger

Lets you down as easy as he can, but stays firm

Fiance(e):

PLEASE

Please marry him

He wants to so badly

Gentle:

Gentle voice, gentle hands

Ukyo knows he doesn’t have to yell or get rough to get you to listen

Not that he ever really would anyway

Has only yelled at you seriously one (1) time, and that’s just because you’d been in a dangerous situation without telling him

He was just scared

Hugs:

One of his favorite things

Will hold onto you for a long time if you let him

I love you:

He says it before leaving one day

Pressing kisses into your face, telling you that he’s going to miss you, then before he walks out the door

“I love you. I’ll be home soon.” 

Jealousy:

Quiet jealousy

It doesn’t take as much as he likes to claim to make him jealous

But he only really acts on any of it if he feels there is a real threat

Will stand next to you smiling with his mouth but not his eyes when someone flirts with you in front of him

Kisses: 

An absolute fiend

Looks for any reason to kiss you

Loves giving you forehead kisses

Will kiss the back of your hand when holding it

Little ones:

Give Ukyo kids

Adopted or biological, it doesn’t matter

He wants kids

At least one

Let him be a father please- 

Morning:

Being in the military, he’s used to quick and efficient mornings

Is always up earlier than you

Makes breakfast and coffee for you both

Wakes you up by giving you little kisses 

Night:

Much slower than the mornings

He takes his time to wind down from the day, if he can

Likes to take long showers and just relax with you

Prime cuddle time

Open:

Ukyo is fairly open and honest

He doesn’t like to lie, and he doesn’t like to be lied to

Will only keep things from you if he thinks you don’t need to know

Patience:

Ukyo is a very patient person

It takes a lot to push him to his edge

Quizzes:

It’s sometimes scary how much he remembers about you

Knows your birthday and anniversary

Knows your favorite foods and flowers

It surprises you sometimes

Remember:

Something he thinks of often, is the first time you met him after returning from deployment

He hadn’t expected you to be there, having told you that you didn’t need to come

He got in seriously late, and he knew you worked early mornings

But while walking through the airport, he hears your voice calling his name

He looks around, finding you far from him, close to the doors

You’d just gotten in and managed to spot him before he spotted you

You were waving like crazy, grinning ear to ear

He ran to you

It didn’t matter that the others with him were confused

All that mattered was that he had you in his arms

And that you were squealing with laughter, kissing all over his face

It’s an easy memory for him to think of a lot

Because you never changed

Even in the stone world, when he returns to you after long trips around the world on the Perseus

You always meet him, hold him, and laugh while kissing him

Security:

Ukyo is scary protective

He’s not going to tell you where you can or can’t go

But your safety is a big priority

He has no issue breaking his pacifism if it means keeping you safe

Try:

This man brings you just because flowers

Has no issue helping cook or clean

Takes you on romantic dates as often as he can

Ugly:

Can be pacifistic almost to a fault

Hesitates when he knows he shouldn’t

Arguing with him about it can be like talking to a brick wall some days

Vanity:

Not super vain

But he knows he’s handsome

You tell him all the time, after all

It’s hard not to have a bit of a big ego about it

Whole:

You two are borderline inseparable

Where one goes, the other eventually follows

Misses you a lot when you’re not around

Xtra:

Gets seriously bad migraines

His ears are mega sensitive, and he hears a lot of things all the time

Even though he’s learned to tune most of it out, it still affects him sometimes

Will go mute during these times

His own voice hurts

Yuck:

He doesn’t like people who are violent just to be violent

He understands the need for it in survival and war scenarios

But if someone is being abusive just because they can

He gets super pissed about it

It’ll bother him for days afterwards

Zzz:

Does not sleep well without something to help drown out the sounds of the outside world

Gets the best rest when he’s laying on you, head on your chest, your soft voice in his ear

NSFW

Aftercare:

LOTS of cuddling after sex

Likes to shower with you and help you get cleaned up (though this can lead to more)

Loves to just lay with you and listen to you breathe while your heart slows to a more normal rhythm

Body part:

Loves your hands and lips

Cum:

Asks you where you want it every time

Loves how yours tastes

Dirty secret:

Will never admit this out loud

But he’s jacked off to your voice from another room

He swears it was just one time

(it was three times. Once at home before petrification and twice on the Perseus)

Experience:

More experienced than you’d expect

He had a few partners before you, but you’re his favorite

Favorite position:

He’s pretty flexible, so he’ll do it in almost any position you want

Goofy:

Loves making you laugh while he’s inside you

The way your body tenses around him makes him shudder in the best way

Hair:

Keeps himself well groomed

Intimacy:

Loves having super intimate sex

He likes just getting to hold you close, pressing slow kisses into you

Jack off:

He’s not going to lie, he does this pretty regularly

Loves it when you come and “help” 

Kink:

Shibari

He thinks you look pretty wrapped up like that

And wants to have it done to him sometimes, too

Location:

As long as you’re at home, he’ll take you anywhere you want

Motivation:

It doesn’t take much

A few looks

A few idle touches

Whisper it in his ear

Sometimes all you need to do is take your shirt off

No:

Not into super intense sado/masochism

He doesn’t want to hurt you or be hurt

Oral:

So good at it

Likes to do it often

Pace:

He keeps a pretty steady pace through most of the experience

Will occasionally speed up or slow down just to rile you up

Quickie:

Doesn’t do them often, but when he does

He’s efficient 

He knows all the best places to touch to get you where you’re going fast

Doesn’t matter to him if he doesn’t finish

Risk:

Is willing to experiment with some things but not all

Stamina:

Ukyo has really good stamina

Can go for a while if you let him

Toys:

LOVES using toys on you

He’s a bit of a menace with them honestly

Unfair:

An absolute fiend

Loves to murmur the dirtiest shit in your ear and make you wait to do anything about it

Volume:

Not super loud

For obvious reasons

The loudest he gets is when he’s close to finishing

Wild card:

Likes to pretend he’s submissive

Then flip you over suddenly and take control from you

It’s honestly super hot

X-ray:

Bigger than you think he’d be

He keeps himself clean and well maintained

Yearning:

Moderate sex drive, but has a high stamina

So he can (and likes to) have a lot of sex with you

Zzz:

Loves laying on your chest during after sex skin-to-skin and just dozing to the sound of your heartbeat

Doesn’t go to sleep right away, since he likes to help you clean up and get comfortable

[neodazed]

The Brat Equation

1 Brat + 1 Brat = TPTGPI {the place they get put in}

In which Riki has got a pair of whiny brats to handle.

“I can give it to you however you guys want it. If you don’t like me being nice, I’ll start being mean.”

pairings: controlfreak/whipped/dom! riki x bratty/sub! sunoo x bratty/sub! fem!reader

Riki is aged up, Y/N and Sunoo are the same age, and younger (ALL ADULTS)

warnings: 3some (poly), unprotected sex (dont), LOTS of mlm scenes so dni if you dont like it, sunoo and y/n are brats but still sub, riki is a mean shit, hair-pulling, p in v, rough oral (f, m), mentions of doublepenetration, blondcest (sunooxreader), basically just porn sorry

wc: 1637

alright so actually my real freakiness started to show its tiny crumbs in this fics. my head is like full of this sickness and i’ll be going off from now on baes. coming up w longer sunghoon and riki fics after this and obvi imagines (my requests also open). have fun reading.

“How do you manage with both of them?”

Is a question Riki gets all the time when someone finds out he’s not only dating Kim Sunoo, but also you.

Two arrogant, self-absorved, whiny people who, despite being undeniably hot, were envied, disliked, loved, hated by many.

Not like Riki cared about their opinion — he did not give a shit about random campus losers who saw the sweet look of Sunoo and you, and thought you were angels came down from heaven. He’d may scoff a little, because oh, the naivity, but still. When people see the way you sometimes act, and he practically can see green flooding their faces when they notice both of you belonging to him…he’d keep his head higher, and hold whichever of you were closer to him.

But Holy Christ, he still can’t answer the question. He’s not confused about liking you and Sunoo, of having you. No, you are his, both of you, no doubt, no question mark, firm dot.

But truly, how does he manage with both of you?

You two can really be the softest things, when you feel like it. Big glittery eyes, heads of soft blonde curls, clingy bodies, silly giggles. All rainbows and shit, basically.

But when either of you decided you wanted to be difficult, God it reached levels into the sky. Riki is not all that impatient and strict, even though most people assumed that due to his cold appearence. He was actually cold-headed in most situations, never losing his cool and softness towards his beauties at little, insignificant teasings. No, he was much better than that. Kind, loving, keeping track of every little whim you guys had, trying, and succesiding in satisfying you.

But he’s just man.

And he has limits.

Because when one of you were acting up, the other always joined, like pissing him off was a cute little bonding session for the two of you. Whether it’s just teasing him too much, making him jealous on purpose, even straight up ignoring him as a ‘joke’…the list goes on, really. The point is, everything you do, let it be nice or not, comes in with the force of two.

Considering all of that, punisments were indeed necessary, to create a balance, at least.

He didn’t favor either of you.

That would go against the purpose of this whole realitionship, and everything he feels.

The execution of the punisments were long enough, never one sided or easy, so sometimes he’d switch between which one of you he’d “torture”!a bit more.

It was just a lack of luck on Sunoo’s side that it almost ended up being him.

And you’ve done it again…

‘I can give it to you however you guys want it. If you don’t like me being nice, I’ll start being mean.’

He didn’t specify how many slaps you’d have to take when you settled down on the bed next to him. To be frank, they were no discussions of slaps at all, but you were too far gone to care.

His index and ring finger rubbed your velvety walls, and his middle circled slow motions around your bundle of nerves, which tested your patience, but you weren’t in the position to complain. At least you were getting something, right? Sunoo couldn’t say the same thing, when Riki forced his head back down onto his dick for the nth time with his other hand. You let out a little gasp at the sight. You have seen countless time before but you could never get bored of it. Sunoo is a pretty boy in general, but he is the prettiest when his eyes are filled with heavy tears, and his plump lips are wrapped around the angry head of Riki’s cock. For you, at least.

And if you weren’t already soaked before, now you are for sure. Your walls clentched around nothing and you could swear your entrance was pulsing a tingly mix of their names, S sliding in a curved line on your slit, kissing your clit gently, the two end of R digging into your hole and the rest cornering the swollen nub.

You moaned at the sight louder, and Sunoo’s fingers gripped onto your inner thigh instinctively, dangerously close to where Riki’s were working. It didn’t go past Riki’s attention, and he grumbled, yanking him up by his hair.

‘Come on, Sunoo. How could you possibly thought you can touch her before you did what I fucking asked you?’ Sunoo whined at the loss and pushed his face against the muscles of his thigh, palm sliding off of your body. 

A pathetic little sound left your lips this time, making Riki even more annoyed. You two were never satisfied. You always had something to whine about.

‘And you? Shouldn’t you be glad I’m paying attention to this pathetic cunt of yours after the shit you pulled?’ You groaned, wishing he’d just forget it and could go about this how you usually would.

‘You’re so dramatic.’ You muttered but it soon turned into a pained hiss when the slow tracing came to a stop, halted by a rather harsh slap placed directly on your pussy. Sunoo’s head shot up.

‘D-don’t think that’s necessary…’ Riki let out a heavy sigh. 

‘This is not it. Imma need both of you to shut up for a bit.’ With that, he changed positions. 

He stood on the side of the bed, and dragged your body to face his lower half, already undoing the strings of his sweatpants. You were slightly confused at first, but everything fall into place the moment you felt a raw, swollen pair of lips being pushed between your raw, and swollen pairs down there. And at that, your mouth opened almost on a reflex, enveloping the hardness Sunoo had blew into this state so deliciously. That seemed good enough for him (for now at least), both of you silenced, the only sounds reaching his ears being the whimpers muffled into your core by Sunoo, and the gagging sound you produced here and there, when the mushroom shaped head hit the back of your throat. 

The only one left unstimulated was, once again, Sunoo, who was more than happy to get suffocated by your scent and juices, but also almost suffering from how little of friction his neglected member was getting by dragging it up and down against the bed sheet. The sweet grunts were blessings when they vibrated through you, so they were for Riki, since everytime your mouth opened a little more due to the sensations, he slid in deeper.

‘Aren’t you so selfish? Too cock-drunk to care about Sunoo, yeah?’ You tried to shake your head to answer, making him chuckle. 

It really wasn’t your intention to leave Sunoo untouched and hurting, it was him making the calls, for God’s sake. It also wasn’t your fault how you enjoyed the way Riki forced his tongue and nose to bury in you, without a chance to protest or breathe. Gripping his locks and pulling him even closer to grind against his face, almost to the point it hurt? Well, that might have been on your plate.

‘Hey! No pulling’ He tsk’d in a scolding tone, like he wasn’t doing the exact same thing. He pried your grip out of Sunoo’s hair, and pulled him up all together with his own. He gasped for air with his worn out, glistening cupid pillows. Riki also gave some time for you to catch your breath.

‘Does it hurt enough for you to stop, or you need more?’ A broken whimper left him as he was yanked by his hair again. He wasn’t even sure what Riki meant – his scalp or his cock trapped in his jeans –, but he nodded, franctically.

‘Y-yes. Please, it-it hurts.’ He sniffled, and the older’s gaze seemed to soften ever slightly.

‘See? You just can’t be gentle, can you?’ He looked down at you, as if you singlehandedly did all that to him. 

He pulled Sunoo closer, kissed off the tears that coated his lips, mixed with your slick. You watch ed the scene mesmerized, the nasty kiss they shared in front of you. 

‘How about you? Sore enough?’ A sharp slap on you again.

‘I am…’

He manouvered you into the ideal setting. You, on your hands and knees, with Sunoo at the end of the bed, standing above you, and him kneeled up behind you. 

Correction: that’s the easiest way to get you soaked. Just stuffing you from both ends.

‘I let you guys off easily this time, right? I’m being way too nice’

Riki mumbled, mostly to himself, while dragging his cock in and out of you. Your body shook with every thrust, literally pushing your mouth to the base of Sunoo’s aching member. Neither of you even thought about answering that, you just took what was given you. Your tongue swirled around the veins of your boyfriends cock, while the veins of your other boyfriends cock was rubbing the insides of your cunt.

“But even this counts as a punishment for you, doesn’t it? Not having your cunt streched by two cocks at the same time’ He whispered into your ears. His tone and words just made your body hotter, the pulsing more intense, your grip on Sunoo’s hips tighter, who also moaned at just the image of being inside of you with Riki.

Above you, things only got needier. The blond tried his best not to buck into your mouth that was already pushed, and Riki found him attempting to be “good” quite amusing. He brought him closer, marking his neck up with painful looking sucks and bites all while still pistoling into you. Your throat ached, bruises formed on your waist and hips by the harsh grip he had on you, and all you could do was to take it, while they ate each other’s faces off, using your body.

See, he does changes who he “tortures” more.

Isn’t that a lovely, well balanced realitionship?

[hexedwinchester]

Why Being Manipulated into Letting Gadreel in a Huge Deal for Sam?

I know a lot of Dean Girls were very upset (and will be upset after reading this post) with Sam when Dean asked him if the roles were reversed if he would have done the same thing (letting an angel possess him to save his life). Sam simply says no! Some fans have gone to the extent of calling him selfish but no, Sam is not being selfish in that scene. It wasn't that he didn't care about his brother. He really does and that is why him saying no is actually a good thing.

Now see, Dean never had to go through the whole loss of bodily autonomy due to a possession issue (not until after he was possessed by Michael but that's way after the Gadreel plot) like Sam has been and disturbingly a lot more number of times than Dean's single rodeo with Otherworld Michael (or is it AU Michael? whatever!). Just to keep the argument simple, I am purely focusing on the loss of bodily autonomy purely from a possession POV.

When Meg possessed Sam in S2, she used his body to kill other hunters, to assault Jo and to beat Dean. Maybe she did a lot worse than that, we don't know. Who is left with the trauma of that knowledge? Sam!

The Gary-Sam body swap. This one though seems funny on the surface, it's actually kinda disturbing because Gary used Sam's body to have sex and the kid. Kinda gross enough already but that dumb kid could have easily handed over the vessel to Lucifer. Imagine, that's how it played and Sam was back into his body. Now who is trapped with Lucifer, the Devil? Sam!

Speaking of, understandably saying yes to Lucifer was Sam's call to put him back in the box but it didn't go down without blood on his hand. The moment Lucifer took control of Sam's body, he killed the demons from Sam's life that deceived him. I am guessing these were possessed people he killed in the process and not just wisps of black smoke. At Stull cemetery, he exploded Cas to bits, snapped Bobby's neck and beat up Dean to pulp! all by whose hands? Sam's!

Gadreel's possession did help Sam get better but at what cost? Kevin's death? How many nightmares did Sam have seeing his hands burning Kevin hollow? Now let me point out the aftermath of this possession which is somehow even worse than the actual possession: Crowley skewered Sam's brains with needles, hell, he even possessed Sam to wake him as if one possession was not enough. Sam literally had two supernatural beings possessing him at one time! Don't even get me started on the painful, torturous grace extraction process. Sam was willing to die in that moment because he believed his life wasn't worth saving, definitely not at the cost of Kevin's life!

Before this role reversal scene, Dean wasn't possessed by anything, so he doesn't understand how horrible it is to lose autonomy over one's mind and body. I don't expect him to grasp the gravity of it. He sees it as a healing from within. For him, if 'ends justifying the means' that's all that matters.

When every single possession has caused nothing but grave trauma to Sam Winchester, tell me why would he or anyone for that matter, in their sane heads do this on their own brother, especially when they love them so much?

Here's another very real life perspective for all those who feel Sam saying 'no' if the situation was reversed was a horrible betrayal and proof that he doesn't love Dean enough: Ever had someone you love on life support or gone through a situation where you had to put down your beloved pet? Why do we do this? is it because we don't love them? because we don't care? no! Because sometimes, it is better to let them go than to prolong their suffering by putting them through this pain. So next time you feel Sam was being selfish, or disloyal to Dean or that he didn't care enough, think about a loved one suffering through something horrible because you didn't have the guts to let go!

[puppppppppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[tittyinfinity]

when you're disabled, being financially abused by your parents never ends

[orcelito]

So I rearranged my bookshelf a bit for fitting trigun on my shelf...

Top shelf is still my persona shelf. It's way too established to change that. But I moved my assorted other fav manga volumes to the bottom shelf, leaving room for This...

It didn't Quite fit all the way, but it's close enough. This shelf is composed of my three top favorite mangas of all time, which are Also the only 3 series that I own in totality. Specifically bc theyre my favorites & I care enough about them to want to own them all lol

It's... really really nice to see them all in one place like this.

And of course. The trigun ❤️ completely worth the money I spent on them.

[asinglesock]

just realized my fatal flaw and the great struggle of possibly the rest of my life. while watching a cdrama.

[bearfeathers]

if you can be president in your 80s (and running for reelection, no less!) then we need to abolish the requirement that you have to be at least 35 to run for president. period.