#sorry if the background is too bright :[

[rolandkaros]

TAYLOR TOWNSEND [USA] & KATEŘINA SINIAKOVÁ [CZE] in their runners'-up speeches || WTA FINALS RIYADH DOUBLES FINAL || 11 09 2024

[voidsaber]

#9 pleaseeeee please i can't keep doing this

[eyesinspaceisgone]

Local Old Man has a breakdown for not remembering his siblings

Fanart for @hkpika07 :)

[nikki-handholder]

combining jellyfish's fantasy mode with G/N Nikki's handheld to create the ultimate SN lighting boss.

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

More Colormari stuff of mine

The prompt was "Pride/Arrogance" (+ a matching song, though it didn't have to be included in the piece. I just really liked the idea :D )

[gf2bellamy]

drunk — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) summary: spencer is drunk and is spilling things about your relationship content warnings: established relationship, drunk spencer, the team mocking them a/n: i've never had a sip of alcohol so if i made any mistake i'm very sorry honestly i just went of what i've seen in tv shows, movies and books

The neon glow of the bar cast a warm haze over the room as you sat nestled in the corner booth, sipping your soda.

The ice clinked softly against the glass as you absentmindedly swirled the straw, half-listening to Garcia and Emily’s gossip.

Their conversation faded into the background, however, as your attention drifted elsewhere—specifically, to the two men across the room. 

Spencer Reid, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, was talking at a rapid pace, gesturing wildly with his hands as Derek Morgan grinned at him, clearly entertained. Your brows furrowed as Derek slid another drink into Spencer’s hands. 

You sighed, not bothering to hide your disapproval. 

“What’s up with you?” Emily asked, her head tilting slightly as she sipped from her drink. 

“That.” You nodded toward the scene unfolding across the room. 

Emily followed your gaze just in time to see Spencer take another eager gulp of whatever Derek had handed him. A second later, Derek’s mouth dropped open before he burst into laughter, clapping Spencer on the back like a proud older brother. 

“Yeah… Morgan’s having way too much fun with drunk Spencer,” you muttered, narrowing your eyes at them. 

Spencer, completely unaware of your scrutiny, continued rambling, his hands moving faster than his words. Meanwhile, Derek's smile just grew bigger and bigger.

Garcia snorted. “Oh, come on, it’s adorable.” 

You weren’t sure if you’d call it adorable. More like mildly concerning. Because if history had taught you anything, drunk Spencer Reid was unpredictable—and God help anyone who had to deal with him when the alcohol finally hit its peak. 

And from the looks of it, the moment was about to happen or based on Derek's grin , has happened already.

“What is he doing?” you mumbled, eyes narrowing as you watched the two of them. You had a bad feeling about this. 

Garcia glanced at you with a smirk. “Sweetheart, we are at a bar. That’s what people do. You know… drink?” She gestured pointedly at your own glass. 

You scoffed, lifting your soda in mock acknowledgment. “Yeah, well, some of us have to drive,” you muttered before taking another sip. 

Before Garcia could quip back, you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. Derek had turned toward you, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face.

Oh no. 

Your stomach dropped. “Oh god,” you muttered. 

Oblivious to what was happening around him, Spencer continued rambling, hands flailing dramatically.

You watched, unamused, as Derek made his way over to you, his smirk growing wider with every step.

Trailing beside him, Spencer was entirely oblivious. He barely paid attention to where he was walking, nearly stumbling into Derek at one point, but that didn’t stop him. 

When they finally reached your booth, Derek didn’t even bother with pleasantries. Instead, he kept his gaze locked on you, his grin downright devious. 

“You don’t say?” he mused, clearly continuing whatever conversation Spencer had been having—though it was obvious his real focus was on you. 

Spencer finally seemed to register where he was, his hazy eyes flickering to you. He blinked, as if surprised to see you there. 

“Hi,” he said, his voice slightly softer than before. 

Before you could respond, he slid into the booth beside you—well, more like half on top of you. He scooted in so close that his thigh was practically draped over yours. 

You stared at him. “Hi.” 

He grinned, leaning in ever so slightly, the scent of alcohol and something distinctly Spencer clinging to him. His eyes, glassy but bright, studied your face with open admiration, like he was seeing you for the first time all over again. 

His curls were a mess, strands falling over his face, making him look even more disheveled than usual. You reached up instinctively, tucking a stray lock behind his ear, but he barely seemed to notice. 

“Seems like you’re having fun,” you murmured, shifting your gaze to Derek, who was watching the interaction with barely contained amusement. 

Derek simply shrugged. “Guess so.” 

You turned back to Spencer, who was still staring at you—completely dazed, his hazel eyes glassy and unfocused, like you were the most fascinating thing in the room. 

With a chuckle, Derek turned his attention to Garcia and Emily, leaving you to deal with your very drunk boyfriend. 

“You okay?” you asked softly, tilting your head as you brushed more of his hair out of his face. 

Spencer hummed in response, his eyes fluttering shut for a second before he blinked them open again. “Mhm.” 

You let your fingers linger in his curls, absentmindedly threading through them, and Spencer melted under your touch. 

“What were you telling Derek back there?” you asked, keeping your voice gentle, watching as his eyelids drooped slightly. 

He mumbled something incoherent before finally managing, “M’don’t remember.” 

Before you could press further, he sighed contently and let his head drop onto your shoulder, his body going slack against yours. 

Your hand was still tangled in his hair and you felt his breath fan against your neck as he let out another sleepy hum. 

Now Garcia and Emily were both staring at you, matching grins on their faces. You frowned. 

“What?” you asked warily. 

Emily’s smile widened. “Oh, nothing. It’s just… Spencer had a lot to say about you.” 

On cue, Spencer lifted his head from your shoulder at the sound of his name, his movements slow and a little clumsy. You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. 

His brows furrowed in concentration, as if trying to grasp onto a fleeting thought. “I remember now,” he said, dragging out the words, squeezing his eyes shut like that might help jog his memory. “I think.” 

You waited, not sure if you wanted to hear whatever was about to come out of his mouth. 

“I told them… about how much you like touching my hair,” he finally said, his voice a little too loud, like he was completely unaware of the fact that everyone was now hanging onto his every word. 

Your mouth fell open. “What?” 

You whipped your head toward Emily, Garcia, and Derek—who were all watching you with knowing smirks, looking way too amused for your liking. 

“Oh, and I told them about how you—” he paused, blinking a few times, “—always trace patterns on my back when you think I’m asleep.” 

Your face burned. 

Spencer, oblivious to your horror, continued, his voice dreamy and soft. “And how you always steal my cardigans, even though you claim they drown you and make you look ridiculous. But I know you secretly love wearing them.”

Derek let out a full laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, this is gold.” 

Garcia sighed dramatically, clutching her chest. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Spencer, why—” 

He leaned in even closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear as he whispered—though it wasn’t much of a whisper at all, given his current state—“And I told them that you—” 

You slapped a hand over his mouth before he could say anything else. 

Spencer blinked at you, wide-eyed, and you felt his lips curl into a grin against your palm. 

“Okay, Spence, I need you to stop talking now,” you said firmly, your hand still covering his mouth. 

Spencer blinked at you, his hazel eyes glassy with amusement. Slowly , hesitantly , you removed your hand, watching him like he was a ticking time bomb. 

Then you turned to your friends. 

“Don’t,” you warned, narrowing your eyes as Derek parted his lips, no doubt ready to deliver some smart remark. 

Derek smirked. “But—” 

“Don’t say anything,” you groaned, already exhausted, cutting him off with a pointed look. 

Emily took a slow, deliberate sip of her drink, her expression entirely unreadable as she observed the chaos unfolding in front of her. 

Penelope, however, was a different story. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, placing a hand over her heart as she looked between you and Spencer like you were her new favorite romance novel come to life. “This is adorable. I mean, we knew you were soft for our resident genius, but this?” She gestured at Spencer, who was still pressed against you, his head once again finding its way to your shoulder. “This is next-level domesticity.” 

You sighed, “I am never letting him drink around you guys again.” 

Spencer hummed sleepily against your shoulder. “M’not even that drunk.” 

Derek let out a loud laugh. “Oh, you so are.” 

Spencer attempted to lift his head in protest but gave up halfway and settled deeper into your side. “M’just happy,” he mumbled, and if your heart didn’t squeeze at that, you’d be lying. 

Emily set down her drink, eyes glinting with mischief. “So, what else does our drunk genius have to say about you?” 

You shot her a glare. “Emily.” 

Spencer, on the other hand, perked up slightly, as if the question had unlocked another memory. 

“Oh!” he said suddenly, lifting his head, a dreamy smile spreading across his face. “I also told Derek about how you always fall asleep on my chest when we watch movies, even though you swear you never fall asleep during movies.” 

Derek actually clapped at that one. “Man, you are so whipped.” 

You buried your face in your hands as Garcia gasped dramatically, reaching for Emily’s arm like she might faint. “They’re so disgustingly cute! .” 

Spencer, now clearly on a roll, turned his dopey, love-struck gaze back to you. “And I told them—” 

You groaned. “Spencer!” 

He grinned, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Love you,” he mumbled sleepily. 

You patted Spencer’s thigh three times—a silent I love you, too, acting as if you weren't melting completely on the inside. You weren’t about to give your friends any more teasing material. 

“We’re going home,” you announced, realizing how sleepy Spencer was getting. 

Derek groaned dramatically. “Oh, come on. We wanna hear more.” His grin was absolutely wicked. 

At that, Spencer lifted his head slightly, as if he was about to continue his drunken confessions. 

You shot him a look—a playful but very clear don’t even think about it kind of look. “Spence.” 

His lips parted like he was going to argue, but instead, he let out a soft hum and dropped his head back onto your shoulder, completely surrendering. 

Derek laughed. "Man, he's totally wrapped around your finger."

You ignored him, instead rubbing soothing circles into Spencer’s back. His eyes fluttered closed, and he was half-asleep, his weight pressing into you completely. 

“One word about this at work,” you warned, shifting your gaze between the three of them, “and I’m never talking to you guys again.” 

Emily smirked over the rim of her glass. “Oh, sure. No words at work. Can’t promise about the PowerPoint presentation Garcia is definitely going to make, though.” 

Garcia gasped, scandalized. “Emily, you know me so well.” 

You groaned. “I hate all of you.” Derek chuckled, waving you off. “Nah, you love us.” 

Spencer hummed sleepily. “Mhm. Love them.” 

You sighed, adjusting him slightly. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get you home, Dr. Love-Confessions.” 

“Okay, come on,” you sighed, scooting Spencer out of the booth. He stood—well, wobbled—barely managing to keep himself upright. 

You steadied him with a hand on his arm as he instinctively laced his fingers through yours, clearly unwilling to let go. His drunken state had made him extra clingy, but you weren’t exactly complaining. 

Turning back to your friends, you gave them a pointed look. “I’ll see you all at work,” you said, voice laced with warning. “Where we’re only going to have professional conversations. Got it?” 

Emily smirked, raising her glass in mock agreement. “Oh, sure. Definitely professional.” 

Garcia let out a dramatic sigh. “No gossip whatsoever,” she said, not even trying to sound convincing. 

Derek just grinned, shaking his head. “Yeah, good luck with that.” 

Meanwhile, Spencer was barely paying attention to any of this. His eyes had glazed over, staring blankly into the distance as if lost in thought—or maybe just lost in general. 

You exhaled, already exhausted and thinking of calling in sick. 

“You,” you said, pointing a finger at Derek, “you get to pay for both our drinks.” 

Derek’s eyebrows shot up, realization dawning on him. “Whoa, hold up—” 

“Nope,” you cut him off immediately, shaking your head. “Not happening. You let him get like this, you pay for it.” 

Derek let out a laugh, looking at Spencer, who was still in his own little world. “Man, I didn’t force him to drink.” 

You shrugged. “Don’t care. Enjoy the bill.” You tugged Spencer’s hand, leading him toward the exit. 

“Bye,” he mumbled sleepily, barely loud enough to be heard. His steps were slow, and his body felt heavier against yours.

You pushed open the door with your free hand, the cool night air rushing past you. Spencer let out a quiet sigh at the change in temperature, his grip on your hand tightening just a little.

Without thinking, you started tracing slow, comforting circles with your thumb over his skin. 

Spencer hummed softly, leaning into you as you walked toward the car. “Feels nice,” he mumbled. 

You glanced at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” he nodded lazily, his curls falling into his face again. “You always do that.” 

“I guess I do,” you smiled softly at your boyfriend, your heart warm as he squeezed your hand tighter. 

Spencer didn’t seem to notice how tightly he was holding onto you as you arrived next to your car. But when you tried to pull your hand out of his grasp, he made a small noise of protest, a soft whimper that almost made you stop in your tracks. 

“Spence,” you said gently, “I need to look for my keys.” 

His hand reluctantly loosened, but his gaze never left you. You opened your bag, rummaging through the contents, your eyes scanning for the keys. 

“You usually keep them in your front pocket,” Spencer mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. 

You froze, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Oh, right.” 

Without missing a beat, you reached into your front pocket, feeling the familiar jingle of your keys. “Thanks, Spence,” you murmured, more to yourself than him, as you unlocked the car. 

You quickly moved to open the passenger door, holding it wide. “Okay, come on. Sit down.” 

Spencer gave you a sleepy, lazy look but you gently tugged him towards the car, your touch soft yet insistent. His steps were slow, and as he started to get into the car, you reached up to guide his head down so he wouldn’t hit it on the top of the doorframe. 

“Head down,” you instructed, your voice a little more authoritative than usual, though the affection in your tone made it clear you were only looking out for him. 

Spencer let out a soft, obedient hum as he finally slumped into the passenger seat. His body collapsed back into the seat like a ragdoll, eyes heavy. 

“Good,” you said, closing the door behind him, watching as he settled into the seat, already half-asleep. 

As you slid into the driver's seat and closed the door behind you, you glanced over at Spencer. His head was resting against the seat, eyes shut, his expression soft and peaceful. You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for disturbing his rest. 

“Do you want to go to your apartment?” you asked quietly, glancing at him as you started the car. 

Spencer’s voice was barely above a whisper when he replied, “I wanna stay with you.” 

You paused, looking at him—his face relaxed, eyes still closed as if he were half in a dream. Your fingers itched to reach out, and you gently brushed a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. He hummed contentedly at the contact, leaning into your touch without even realizing it. 

You smiled softly, your heart melting at how utterly endearing he was. “Okay. We’ll go to my apartment, then.” 

You drove in silence for a few minutes, just listening to the soft hum of the engine and Spencer’s breathing. It wasn’t long before you arrived, and as you parked in your spot, you glanced over at him.

He hadn’t moved, still in the same sleepy position, his head leaning against the seat. 

“Spence,” you said gently, turning off the car. “We’re here.” 

All he did was hum in response, barely acknowledging you. 

You sighed softly, knowing this was going to take a little effort. Stepping out of the car, you closed your door quietly before making your way to the passenger side. 

When you opened the door, Spencer was practically asleep, his head resting against the seat, lips slightly parted. He looked so peaceful, you almost felt bad for waking him. 

“Spence,” you muttered, reaching out to touch his shoulder lightly. He didn’t budge. 

You frowned, leaning in slightly—careful not to hit your head on the car frame—as you gave his shoulder a firmer shake. Still nothing. 

“Spencer,” you said a little louder, this time with a touch of amusement in your voice. 

Finally, he stirred, cracking one eye open lazily. 

“Hi,” you greeted with a soft smile, watching as he blinked sluggishly. 

He let out a slow breath, rubbing his face with one hand. “We’re here?” he mumbled, voice thick with exhaustion. 

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Come on, let’s get you inside.” 

Spencer groaned lightly, shifting in his seat as if even the thought of moving was too much effort. 

You reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. “I’ll help you, but you have to stand up, Spence.” 

With a deep sigh, he finally nodded and let you pull him to his feet. He swayed slightly, and you immediately steadied him, wrapping an arm around his waist. 

“Whoa there, genius,” you murmured, adjusting your grip. “Let’s not face-plant in the parking lot.” 

Spencer huffed out a sleepy chuckle, leaning into you more than he probably realized. “You’re warm,” he muttered. 

You rolled your eyes, but your smile never faded. “Yeah, well, let’s get you inside where it’s actually warm, okay?” 

“Okay,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as you guided him inside the building. He leaned into you slightly, his steps slow and heavy. 

As you waited in front of the elevator, the only sound was the distant hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional ding from the floors above. You tapped your foot lightly against the tile, watching the numbers slowly descend. 

Then, out of nowhere, Spencer spoke again, his voice soft but certain. 

“I like you a lot, you know that?” 

You turned to look at him, surprised by the sudden confession, but the sincerity in his hazel eyes made your heart melt. His gaze was a little unfocused, heavy with sleep and alcohol, but the emotion behind his words was crystal clear. 

“I know, Spence,” you said, smiling warmly as you reached up and brushed his curls away from his face again. It was something so simple, yet something you always found yourself doing.

He leaned into your touch instinctively, his body seeking out your warmth. 

The elevator doors finally slid open with a ding, and you gently tugged his hand to lead him inside. As soon as the doors shut, Spencer sighed and rested his head on your shoulder, his body completely relaxed against yours. 

“You smell nice,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your jacket. 

You let out a soft laugh, wrapping an arm around him for support. “Thanks, Spence. You smell like alcohol and bad decisions.” 

He chuckled sleepily, barely lifting his head. “Bad decisions? No, no. Liking you is the best decision.” 

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you just stared at him, warmth spreading through your chest. Even drunk and barely coherent, Spencer Reid somehow managed to be the sweetest person alive. 

The elevator doors opened, and you shook your head fondly, guiding him toward your apartment. “Come on, Casanova. Let’s get you to bed before you pass out in the hallway.” 

Spencer let out a hum of agreement, still clinging onto your hand like he never wanted to let go. 

You let go of him just long enough to unlock the door, pushing it open before guiding him inside. As soon as you shut it behind you, Spencer immediately reached for you again, clinging onto you like he had no intention of letting go. 

You sighed fondly, helping him shrug off his jacket while he clumsily toed off his shoes.

“Okay, Spencer, just a couple more steps,” you encouraged, wrapping an arm around his waist as you led him toward your bedroom. 

When you reached the bed, he sat down heavily, sighing as his body sunk into the mattress. His eyes scanned the room, though they were hazy with sleep. “I like your room,” he mumbled, as if just realizing where he was. 

You smiled softly, watching as he flopped back against the pillows, his head sinking into the plush fabric. 

“Me too,” you murmured, standing by the edge of the bed as you watched him. 

Spencer’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, but then, with a small, sleepy smile, he peeked up at you again. 

“You know… I think my favorite thing about your room is that you live in it,” he said, his voice thick with exhaustion but filled with sincerity. 

Your heart swelled at the unexpected sweetness of his words. 

You shook your head with a soft laugh, brushing his curls out of his face once more. “You’re such a sap when you’re drunk, Spence.” 

His smile grew just a little. “M’not drunk,” he mumbled, already halfway to sleep. “Just in love.” 

You felt warmth spread through your chest as you pulled the blanket over him, watching as he relaxed further into the bed. 

“Go to sleep, Spencer,” you whispered, but the smile on your lips never faded. 

[hanniebaeee]

Jisung's Baby Fever

Jisung x fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive? MDNI

Genre: established relationship, fluff

Summary: You and Jisung are out at the beach, and witnessing a certain interaction has Jisung experiencing a wild case of baby fever.

It was a beautiful day. Sunny and warm - and Jisung had a free day in forever, so you two were at the beach. The sand was warm beneath your knees as you smoothed out the walls of the sandcastle.

A little moat encircled the castle, complete with a small bridge made from a piece of driftwood you found earlier.

"Masterpiece," you muttered to yourself as you leaned back to admire your work. 

Jisung sat on a beach towel, sunglasses perched low on his nose as he watched you, strumming his guitar. 

"Masterpiece? Sure," he teased, a smirk pulling at his lips.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder. "Don’t insult the castle you didn't lift a single finger to help build."

"I’m supervising, and providing the background score," he quipped, strumming the guitar harder. "You’re welcome."

He put his guitar aside with a grin and laid back, his arms folded under his head. 

Before you could fire back, a tiny voice interrupted, "Can I help?"

You looked down to see a little girl, no older than three, clutching a bright pink bucket and looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. Her mum waved from a beach towel nearby, giving you an apologetic look. 

"Of course you can!" you said warmly, giving her mum a thumbs up, and shifting over to make room. "Here, you can be in charge of the turrets."

The girl giggled happily and announced that her name is Mina, plopping down beside you and immediately getting to work. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and soon the two of you were modifying the castle. You helped her scoop wet sand into her bucket, and look for shells and other things for decoration. Mina squealed in joy as you showed her some sea glass and you both got back to your castle, giggling. 

Jisung propped himself on one elbow as he watched the scene unfold. Ok. Wow. What's going on?

His heart twisted in ways he hadn’t expected. The sight of you laughing with the little girl, doing something as simple as building a sandcastle, hit him hard. He watched in silence for a good fifteen minutes.

“Look at her, Sungie!” You said, with a little laugh, watching the little one put shells on the castle.

"She’s adorable," Jisung said, his voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. "But, uh... I think it’s time to go home."

"Already? We just got here." You frowned.

He ran a hand through his hair, visibly flustered.

"Yeah, well, I’m... feeling some things. And it’s kinda a lot." He said, grabbing his guitar because he needed to ground himself. 

“Feeling things? What things?” You asked, eyebrows raised. 

"It means I’m looking at you playing mom over here, and it’s doing things to me," he said, his voice dropping slightly. "Like, maybe-we-should-make-one-of-our-own kind of things."

Your eyes went wide as you said, "I’m sorry. What?!"

"I’m just saying. You’re over here building castles with babies, and now I’m thinking about babies. Specifically ours." Jisung shrugged, trying and failing to appear nonchalant.

"Han Jisung!" you hissed, glancing at the Mina, who was too engrossed in her work to notice. "You can’t just say stuff like that!"

"Why not? You’re the one who started this," he teased, leaning in closer. "This is all your fault."

You huffed, turning back to the castle to hide the blush creeping up your neck. "I’m not abandoning my new bestie just because you’re having an existential crisis."

"Existential crisis?" he repeated, feigning offense. "I’ll have you know this is a perfectly rational reaction to seeing my insanely hot wife being ridiculously good with kids."

"Goodbye, Jisung," you said flatly, refusing to look at him.

"Fine," he said, standing and brushing off the sand. "If you won’t come willingly..."

Jisung looked over at the girl's mum and said, “Your little girl is amazing, she's such a joy!”

And the lady smiled, thanking him. And he said, “We're kinda heading back, so -”

You glared at him as he made small talk with Mina's mum as she came over, and then she thanked you for playing with her daughter. 

You gave Mina a little high five before helping Jisung gather your things with a stony expression. He could see that you were miffed as you followed him really slow. When you two were a safe distance away from the family, Jisung struck.

You barely had time to process what he was doing before he scooped you up in his arms.

"Jisung!" you squealed, wriggling as he started walking toward the car. "Put me down!"

"Not a chance," he said, grinning. "You're slacking."

“Jisung, I swear to God!”

"You’re gonna thank me later, babe. Promise." Jisung chuckled, tightening his hold on you.

"I don't even know what to do with you," you grumbled, though you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips.

"You love it," he shot back, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "Now let’s go. We’ve got a baby to plan."

“Oh my God! You can't just-”

He interrupted you by popping open the back door loudly and set you down gently on the seat.

"Okay, thanks for the ride. You can go now," you said, crossing your arms in mock indignation.

But instead of shutting the door and heading to the driver’s seat, Jisung climbed in after you, closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" You gave him a suspicious look. 

"I think you need some convincing," he said matter-of-factly, settling in beside you.

"Convincing me of what?”

"That we need to fast-track this whole ‘baby’ thing. Like, today."

"Have you lost your mind, Ji?" You asked with a soft laugh. 

"Probably," he admitted, leaning in closer with a grin. "But can you blame me? You were out there looking all cute and mom-like, and now my brain won’t shut up about how amazing you’d look holding our baby. You’re doing this to me, babe. This is your fault."

"Oh really?" you asked, trying to keep a straight face as he edged even closer.

"Listen," he said, his voice dipping lower as his gaze locked onto yours. "I’m serious. I was sitting there, minding my own business, and then suddenly, bam - baby fever. And it’s bad, babe. Real bad."

You laughed, shaking your head. "You are ridiculous."

"You should see yourself through my eyes right now. You’re beautiful, you’re amazing with kids, and you’re mine. And I’m just sitting here wondering how I got this lucky and how fast I can get you to come home with me."

His words made your heart do a funny little flip, even as you tried to keep things light.

"Jisung, you can’t just throw around words like that and expect me to go with it."

"Ahh babe," he murmured, leaning in until his nose was almost brushing yours. "I just need you to kiss me and admit that I’m right."

"Right about what?" you asked, your voice a teasing whisper.

"Right about us," he said softly, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. "Right about how we’d be amazing parents. Right about how we’re meant to be going home and working on the baby making right now."

You didn’t have a clever comeback for that. Instead, your heart thudded loudly in your chest as he closed the small gap between you, his lips brushing against yours.

The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, but it quickly deepened as his hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His other hand rested on your waist, anchoring you to him.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours, a triumphant smirk tugging at his lips.

"So," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Are you convinced yet? Or do I need to keep going?"

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide your smile. "You’re impossible."

"I think you mean irresistible," he countered, leaning in for another kiss. "Now, how about we head home and make some magic happen?"

You laughed, pushing him away playfully. "You’re lucky I love you, Han Jisung. But fine. Let’s go."

"That’s my girl," he said, pulling you close one last time before climbing out of the back seat to let you take the wheel.

And as you settled in for the ride, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, he was right.

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[infizero]

my bias towards bright blue backgrounds is really showing in the stuff ive been drawing over the past 2 days

[ivyues]

Surprise Visits and Silent Tears: Stray Kids' reactions to finding their S/O crying

Bang Chan

Chris hummed to himself as he closed the door to his studio, the melody of his new song lingering in his mind. The new song had been coming along more smoothly than he thought. He couldn't wait to surprise you, picking up a little treat from the bakery on the way – something sweet, just like you. It had been a good day, and he was eager to see your bright smile and make your day as special as his has been.

However, when he entered your apartment, the sound of faint sniffles stopped him in his tracks. Pushing open the bedroom door, he found you curled up in bed, tears staining your cheeks. “Y/N?” he called softly.

You froze, looking up, your eyes meeting. The tears were only rolling down your cheeks faster upon seeing him. You were not sure why.

Chris immediately rushed to your side, kneeling beside the bed. "Hey, hey, what's going on?" His voice was filled with both worry and tenderness. He reached out to hug you as softly as he could, feeling like holding you too tightly would break you like glass.

You looked up at him, blinking away your tears, trying to muster a smile. "I'm sorry... I didn't expect you..."

He shook his head, brushing a tear away from your cheek. "No need to apologize, love," he said softly, his voice filled with understanding. "I'm here."

Lee Know

Lee Know wore a playful smirk as he grabbed his jacket and slipped out of the dorm, eager to surprise you. He knew you had a rough week, so he thought it would be a good idea to show up unannounced, hoping to lift your spirits by taking you out on a surprise date. He texted you a quick message, saying he'd be there in 15 minutes, then set off towards your place.

As he walked down the hallway, his smile slowly faded when he heard soft crying through the walls. His stomach twisted with concern.

"Y/N?" he called softly, standing outside your bedroom door. When there was no response, he carefully opened it, his eyes falling on you lying face down in bed with your head on your arms. Your shoulders were shaking with silent sobs.

Upon noticing him, you slowly sat up, gently wiping away your tears. 

As he stepped closer, the soft ding of a notification broke the silence. His eyes shifted to your phone on the nightstand, where a new message appeared. Beneath it, he noticed his own text, still unopened. The sight made his stomach tighten – whatever you were going through had completely consumed you.

"What’s wrong, Jagi?" Lee Know asked, sitting beside you. His usual teasing nature was replaced with a rare softness in his voice.

You shook your head. "I just... I don't know. I feel so overwhelmed."

He pulled you into his arms, his warm embrace grounding. After a while, his fingers began tracing soft patterns along your cheek. Then, with a gentle poke to your cheek, he broke the silence, his voice tender as he asked, "Have you eaten?"

Changbin

Changbin had been swamped with work all week, but today. But as he got to leave earlier today, he decided to surprise you. He picked up a bouquet of flowers and made his way to your apartment. His plan was simple – show up unannounced, catch you off guard, and bring a little joy to your day.

As he stood at your door, he rang the bell with a grin, eagerly anticipating your reaction. But when the door didn’t open right away, confusion flashed across his face. He could hear soft music coming from inside. Frowning slightly, he used his spare key and stepped in.

The apartment was as empty as it seemed. Something felt off. The kitchen light was on, and the music played softly in the background. He set the flowers down on a nearby table and walked cautiously toward the hallway.

And then he heard it. The faint sound of muffled sobs coming from the bathroom.

His heart sank as he hurried towards the door. Without knocking, he softly pushed it open and found you curled on the floor, tears streaming down your face. He rushed to kneel beside you.

"Hey, hey," Changbin whispered, his voice filled with concern and tenderness. "What’s going on? What happened?"

You didn’t answer, shaking your head. He gently cupped your face, tilting it up to meet his eyes. His heart sched seeing you like this. 

Changbin scooped you into his arms and carried you to your bed. He sat beside you as he moved your hair out of your face. "It’s okay," he whispered, his voice soft and comforting. "You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I’m here, no matter what."

Hyunjin

Hyunjin had been looking forward to this surprise all week. He had planned a simple, yet perfect evening for you: a romantic dinner and some quiet time together.

When he arrived at your apartment, he expected a warm greeting, a smile, or maybe even a playful tease. But as he stepped inside, he noticed something was off. The lights were dimmed, and there was a soft sound coming from your bedroom.

Concern flooded him as he followed the faint sobs to your door. He pushed it open gently, his heart sinking when he saw you curled up in bed, your face buried in your hands, shoulders trembling with quiet sobs.

"Y/N?" Hyunjin's voice was soft, his usual confidence replaced with worry.

You looked up in surprise, your eyes red and swollen from crying. "Hyunjin? What... what are you doing here?"

"I was hoping to surprise you," he said quietly, his voice tinged with concern. "But... what’s going on?"

You shook your head, embarrassed. "I didn't want to bother you. It's just been a rough day."

Hyunjin walked over slowly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Why didn’t you call me?" His voice was filled with genuine worry. "I would have been here for you, you know that."

Reaching out, he gently took your hand and pulled you into his arms. "You don’t have to hide from me. I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere."

You sighed into his chest, feeling the weight of the day slowly lifting. "I’m sorry for shutting you out."

"No need to apologize," Hyunjin murmured, stroking your hair. "Just promise me you’ll let me in next time."

As you held onto him, the comfort of his presence began to soothe your heart.

Han

Han had been looking forward to this all week. He had prepared a special night just for you – your favorite snacks, a playlist he made, and the promise of a cozy movie marathon. He couldn’t wait to see your smile when he showed up unannounced.

As he stepped inside, his ears picked up a faint sound – soft crying. His brows furrowed in concern as he carefully set the bag of treats down and followed the sound to your bedroom. The closer he got, the clearer it became that the sobbing was ragged – like you were struggling to breathe.

When he pushed the bedroom door open, his chest tightened. There you were, curled up in a ball on the bed, your quiet sobs muffled against the blanket. For a moment, Han just stood frozen, his eyes growing wide, mirroring the same round boba shape you always teased him about.

"Y/N?" he called softly, stepping into the room.

You gasped slightly and turned your face away. "Han? What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice shaky.

"I came to surprise you, but... what's going on?" he asked as he knelt beside you next to the bed.

"Well, I am sorry I ruined your plan," you murmured, avoiding his gaze. You didn’t want to drag him down, not when he’d gone out of his way to make you happy.

Han shook his head, his voice gentle but firm. "Hey, don’t apologize for feeling things." He reached out, his hand resting on your shoulders, steadying you. "Do you want to talk about it, or do you just want me to stay here with you?"

You hesitated, unsure of what you wanted right now. Seeing your hesitation, Han quickly pulled his hands back. “ …or do you want me to leave? I-I won’t be offended, I promise. Whatever makes you-” 

Instead of answering, you threw your arms around him, pulling him close in an instinctive need for comfort.

Felix

Felix knew something was off when your texts grew shorter and less frequent. Deciding not to overthink, he baked your favorite brownies and headed to your apartment.

When opening your apartment, his heart sank when he heard quiet sniffles from your couch. Setting the brownies down, he approached cautiously.

You looked up, startled by his presence. "Felix?"

"Hey," he said softly, crouching in front of you. "What’s wrong, sunshine?"

Tears filled your eyes again as you shook your head. "It’s nothing, really. Just... a bad day."

Felix smiled gently, sitting beside you and pulling you into a hug. "Bad days suck, don’t they?" he murmured, his deep voice soothing.

After a moment, he pulled back slightly and began peppering your face with soft kisses. "One here, and here, and... here," he said between kisses, his antics earning a small laugh from you.

"Felix!" you protested weakly, but the corners of your lips curled upward.

"See? That’s better," he said, grinning. "Now, let’s eat brownies and watch something silly. Sounds good?"

Felix’s warmth and lightheartedness made the room feel a little less heavy, and for the first time that day, you felt a flicker of happiness return.

Seungmin

You had always told him how much you wished to hear him sing more, how his voice had the power to brighten even the toughest days. Every time you joked about it, he'd blush and laugh it off.

That afternoon, Seungmin had decided to make your wish come true. He picked up his guitar and set off to your apartment, excited to tease you about your expression when you realized he was about to serenade you.

But when he arrived, the apartment was silent, too silent. His heart skipped a beat when he heard soft sobs coming from the bedroom. His excitement quickly turned to concern, and he quietly set his guitar down on a nearby chair.

He pushed the door to your room open, and there you were – sitting on the bed, your arms wrapped tightly around your knees, your face buried in them. The sight of you like this made his chest ache. Seungmin’s steps were slow and careful as he sat next to you, unsure of what to say.

Startled by his unexpected presence, you quickly looked up, the eyes of your tear-streaked face having grown wide in startle. You blinked, taking a moment to process, and then, almost instinctively, you smiled softly. 

Without thinking, you raised your hand and playfully slapped his chest, a small laugh escaping your lips despite the tears. "You scared me!" you teased, though your voice trembled. “Can’t even cry miserably with you.”

Seungmin’s heart swelled with concern and affection. He placed his hand gently on yours. "I'm sorry," he whispered. “But you’re the one who ruined my surprise.”

You blinked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

I was going to serenade you and stuff," he said softly. "Just like you always wanted."

 “Well, I guess I missed my chance.” you said while laying back. 

Sensing the change in your mood, Seungmin got up to close the blinds, then returned to you, and pulled you in a back hug, his body pressed against yours.

“You’ll get your serenade soon, I promise,” he whispered, his voice gentle. “But for now, just know I’m not going anywhere.”

He held you close, his hair tickling in your neck. “Now tell me, are you okay?”

I.N

I.N decided to surprise you in a different way today. Knowing that the last time you had been so happy, he visited your apartment unannounced. This time, though, he had something different in mind: a little playful scare.

His plan was simple. He would sneak up to and suddenly jump out and shout, "Boo!" Maybe he'd even make a funny face to add to the surprise. He smiled to himself, feeling the excitement of planning something fun, his sneakers barely making a sound on the stairs as he crept toward your door.

He tiptoed inside your apartment, biting his lip to stifle a laugh as he spotted you on the couch.

“Boo!” he shouted, jumping out from behind the couch.

Your gasp wasn’t the reaction he expected. Your wide eyes filled with fresh tears, and you clutched your chest, overwhelmed.

Jeongin’s grin instantly vanished as he realized that your face is all puffy and red from crying. “Oh no… oh no, baby” he said, rushing over.

You shook your head, trying to wipe the tears from your face, but he gently grabbed your hands, pulling them away. “Im so sorry”.

“I-It’s nothing,” you stammered, embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to scare you that bad,” he whispered, his brow furrowing in guilt. “I just wanted to surprise you…”

You let out a breath to steady yourself. “It's not you. I just had a tough day.”

I.N pulled you into his arms. “I’m sorry, Y/Nie. Whatever it is, you don’t have to deal with it alone,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “I’m here now, okay? For anything.”

In his embrace, the weight started to lift, and for the first time that day, you felt a glimmer of comfort. I.N kissed your forehead and smiled. “Next time, I promise I’ll just knock like a normal person.”

masterlist

[iluvloganhowlett]

I need more hugh and reader PLEASE he’s so cute pattotie which is such a contrast from Logan lmao

CUTIES ✮⋆˙

in which ryan reynolds has a private snap story where he secretly films cute moments between you and hugh

warnings: none, just fluff!

do NOT ask how i thought of this…

the camera started by showing ryan, a bit too up close and personal for the average person’s liking. “hey nerds, welcome back to ‘i-spy with ry-ry.’ today, i just saw hugh and y/n make their way to hair and makeup together so we’re gonna follow them and see where the wind takes us. hopefully that won’t be to a small, crappy bathroom stall..”

alas, the camera flips and you and hugh can be shown skipping off to hair and makeup, babbling about whether or not a tomato should or should not be considered a fruit.

“baby when have you ever heard of tomatoes in fruit salad or in a fruit smoothie or when have you ever asked for fruit and were handed a cup of tomatoes?”

“never… but-“

“so then i rest my case, thank you very much.”

you squeal, running a little to catch up to hugh as he rounds the last corner to hair and makeup.

“hugh!” you call, landing a soft and playful punch on his back, causing him to swiftly grab you and tickle your sides.

as you giggle uncontrollably, the camera flips back to ryan, who unexpectedly has tears welling up in his eyes. “i’m sorry it’s just- god they’re adorable. they make me wanna have more children.”

your giggles can still be heard in the background, and for the next chunk of time, all that is shown is a rather unflattering angle of ryan watching you and hugh.

as soon as your voice can be heard again, ryan flips the camera back.

“y’know it’s not very nice to hold others against their will like that,” you mutter, looking up at hugh with a playfully-angered look.

he shoves you, causing you to lose your balance ever so slightly, “aw get outta here! you love me!”

you tilt your heard, grabbing hugh’s hand as the two of you swing your joint arms back and forth, “maybe.”

hugh’s head snaps toward you, brows high, “maybe?!”

you only smirk, “maybe.”

he shakes his head, “you’re a little shit i hope y’know that.”

“eh you love me,” you repeat, stealing his words.

ryan zooms in on your faces, and hugh can be seen clearly as his eyes—full of nothing but love and adoration—flicker between your eyes and your lips.

you close the small space between you two, leaning up on your tippy-toes and pressing your lips to his. the kiss is slow and passionate, making ryan squeal out loud; louder than he thought he had.

you two break apart, heads darting to wherever the sound came from.

��ryan what the hell?!” you exclaim, a bright smile on your face as you tilt your head.

hugh can be seen with a twisted face, looking his best friend up and down.

“alright i can explain-“ ryan pleads as if he’s in a movie, but hugh has already made his way towards the camera, snatching it out of ryan’s hand.

you follow suit, hugh’s hand on the small of your back to guide you. you lean up, almost choking when you read the title of the story, “ryan are you fucking forreal? ‘i-spy with ry-ry?”

“i-“

“you’re a strange man…” hugh states, wrapping his arm fully around you waste now to guide you the opposite direction from ryan, actually making your way to hair and makeup.

as soon as your backs are turned, ryan flips the camera to himself, “alright everyone, that’s it for todays episode of i-spy with ry-ry, stay tuned for-“

“ryan shut ya damn mouth, man!”

“bye-“ *camera cuts*

ok i’m actually satisfied with this bc 1) it’s veryyy original 2) tumblr deleted this whole thing and i had to rewrite it from memory🤦🏽‍♀️

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[deadsetobsessions]

“Did you know that shrimps…”

Tim leaned in, poorly hidden eagerness splayed across his face. A clue that Danny and Phantom were dating?

“Are super delicious?” Danny mumbled, ducking his head to hide his impish grin. Tim exhaled, disappointed, and leaned back to observe. Danny currently had his arm elbow deep in Jason’s chest, the older man grimacing at the weird feeling of being phased through.

“You done?”

“Almost. This is a multiple session kind of thing though, since the corrupted ectoplasm's not only in your body, it's actively trying to fuse with your DNA. Like, a really fucked up virus with virtually no cure."

"No cure?!" Dick's panic was only barely suppressed. "But I thought you said you could help with that?"

"Yeah, I mean, how do you cure death? Everything has to end eventually." Danny said practically, before drawing a bit more tainted ectoplasm out. He stealthily replaced it with a cleaner source, a shot of ecto-dejecto he had absorbed as Phantom but didn't assimilate. "But don't worry, you're not dying again yet. You'll just become even more liminal."

"More?"

"Yeah. You were, by definition, a liminal. Now you'll just have more access to the traits- more in tune with your emotions, night vision, and a minor ability to manipulate ecto."

"I'm sorry, can we circle back on the fact that pit water is trying to fuse with my DNA?" Jason stressed. Danny took his hand out, treatment complete, and dusted them off.

"You don't have to worry about that either, since you've got a magic immune system in the form of... swords?" Danny’s brows furrowed, his senses making sense of the shape of magic.

"The All-Blades are cutting off pit water access." Jason sounded done. Exasperated at where he was in life... but really not all too surprised.

"...Sure?" Danny shrugged. The halfa has seen weirder shit than magic swords.

"Wait, you have magic?!" Dick reached over to grasp Jason's shoulder to shake him. Jason knocked his hands off, scowl becoming more prominent.

"Yeah, picked it up a while ago."

"And you didn't tell us?!"

In lieu of an answer, Jason summoned the All Blades and stabbed Dick, who yelped before realizing they just phased through him.

"Oh, you should use those more. They're purifying the ecto at a smaller quantity, but some is still better than none, right?" Danny said, pleasantly surprised. He ignored Dick’s outraged spluttering. “How interesting.”

Tim gathered his open jaw just to cheekily ask, "So, Jason's a magical girl? Usagi?"

Jason raised the one of the blades threateningly at Tim, who remained unfazed after watching them slide through Dick’s shoulder without leaving a trace of damage.

Danny laughed, "Hah! Nah, more like Madoka? If those are All-Blades, he’s supposed to kill evil with them…”

"Fuck off." Jason grumbled. Dick poked at the sword going through his shoulder in fascination. "Stop that."

"My baby brother is magical and he didn't tell meeeeeee!" Wailed Dick, flopping over Jason’s back like dead weight, hand clutched to his imaginary pearls as he swooned. Jason groaned, dismissing the blades to shove Dick off of him.

"Oh my god, this is why."

“Wait, have you tried stabbing Joker with them? If anyone’s pure evil, it’ll be that guy, right? No, but you’re a civilian… so you might get hurt,” Danny mumbled, huffing a grin as Jason gained a thoughtful look. Guess Danny knows what Red Hood’s gonna try next.

Tim ignored his dumbass brothers, finally done with the subtle tactics. Plus, he has to cut Danny off before he gives Jason any more bright ideas.

“You know, there’s been a rumor going around,” he started, only to get cut off by team Phantom’s impeccable timing. Danny’s open laptop rang with the blaring tones of a group call. The two idiots in the back stopped squabbling with each other, quieting down with interest.

“Oops, gimme a second.” Danny hurried to click the join call button, connecting to the video call. “Hello?”

“Hey, babe!” Tucker said brightly. In the background, Tucker could see Jason mouthing “babe?” to Tim, who shrugged. Dick’s face flashed into something intense before slipping back to its normal harmless facade.

“Sup, loverboy?” Sam chimed in, looking smug. “How’s my favorite boyfriend doing?”

Danny, leader of the gaslight gatekeep girlboss brainwave, naturally slipped into the banter. “Are you saying that ‘cause Tucker ate beef jerky in front of you?”

“Worse. He snuck a tourist t-shirt into my closet. My parents had a fit when they came to visit.”

“I said I was sorry, babe!” Tucker continued, looking actually regretful. Ah, this was something he actually did, as a prank.

“Whatever. Who’s the peanut gallery behind you, loverboy?” Sam buffed her nails, clearly in the middle of reapplying her signature nail polish.

Danny grinned. “Aweeee, is that the color shifting polish I got you? So you do love me!”

“We’re dating.”

If they hadn’t gotten the hint now, Danny would have to rescind their whole world’s best detectives titles.

“That’s our Sam, Danny. Prickly like a hedgehog but allll squishy on the inside.” Tucker snickered. “Seriously though, introduce us.”

Danny backed away from the camera. “This is Jason, Tim, and Dick. Guys, meet my wonderful boyfriend and girlfriend, Tucker and Sam.”

“Hi,” the three vigilantes chorused, looking awkward. Dick broke out of the atmosphere pretty quickly, used to controlling the mood.

“I’m Dick!”

“I’m sure,” drawled Sam. “Nice to meet you, even if we’ve met before.”

“You have?” Tucker and Danny asked.

“Yeah, at the galas. I doubt you’ll remember me.” Sam grimaced. “I was the miserable one in the pink frills.”

“Sam Mason?” Tim asked.

“Yep.”

The boys winced. “Rough.” Jason sympathized.

“Oh, yeah. Danny, how goes wooing Phantom?” Sam asked loudly, looking like she'd rather be discussing anything but the frilled monstrosity that haunted her nightmares.

“Oh, good! I think he’s warming up to me!”

“Ugh, babe, you fabulous fuck, why are you so charming? Why Phantom?” Tucker complained. Danny grinned.

“Come on, nerd, even you have to admit he’s hot.” Sam drawled, looking entertained.

“And majorly cool,” Danny chimed in, with a grin. Wow, Sam must really want Dr. Isley’s number. That, or she’s having a blast fucking with the peanut gallery. Their eyes were bouncing back and forth between Danny and the screen like they were at a tennis match. Or both. It's probably both.

“It’s so not cool to date one of my exes.” Tucker whined. “Plus, you know what he’s like.”

“What’s he like?” Dick asked, leaning in.

“Yeah, Danny won’t tell us anything,” Tim followed up seamlessly.

“Phantom? Hot. So. Hot. Super romantic too.”

"And an emotional mess. You'd never believe what-"

"Okay, seriously, it was one time!" He broke Tucker's system once, and he never let it go. Danny never got a break around here.

"Wait, if you liked him so much, why'd you break up with him?" Jason asked Sam. In Danny's peripherals, he could see Dick updating a group chat. It was going, as they say, swimmingly.

"Obviously I liked Danny more. But having all of them isn't too bad of an idea." Sam leaned back, looking as powerful as she normally does.

"But did it have to be Phantom?" Tucker sulked impressively. Then his eyes finally wandered to Tim. "Oh my god, Tim Drake. Danny, why don't you woo him?! Hey, Mr. Drake, are you interested in dating Danny? He brings terrible puns, smoking looks, and makes killer dinners. All you have to do in exchange is let me pick your brains."

Damn it, Danny knew Tucker was going to pull something like this.

"Uh-huh?" Tim flushed as his brothers cackled at his expense. "Sure..? Wait, what- I mean-"

"Sorry, Timsy. You're gonna have to fight Phantom for my hand. Considering you have no combat experience and Phantom's undead... rough, man."

"Danny, if you don't date him, I will," Tucker solemnly swore.

"Hey, get your grubby paws away from my little brother!" Dick tried to sternly warn them, effect broken by his own intermittent giggles.

"Yeah, you want to date him, you gotta go through the gauntlet." Jason said, muffling Tim's flustered protests with an arm.

"Challenge accepted." Danny paused. "Wait, did I just sign up to be Tim's boyfriend? Shit, Phantom's gonna kill me."

——

Danny texted a series of numbers to Sam. She left him on read.

Ah, maybe he shouldn't have introduced a budding ecoterrorist to a veteran one, but too late now!

——

If you notice any inconsistencies, no u don’t.

It’s been a while since I’ve written for this series though so… yk. Danny, verbally sealing himself into the trap while being chaotic. In character, me thinks.

[highway-143]

hold my hand - nishimura riki

genre: smut, fluff

pairing: bf!nishimura riki x fem!reader

warnings: loss of virginity, unprotected sex, fingering, pain, etc.

synopsis: your relationship with riki has always been amazing, but youre finally ready to take it to the next level.

song: connected (bang chan) - stray kids

(proofread)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to harm any idol in the story

------<3------

"riki stop!" you giggle as your boyfriend tickles your stomach. a movie played loudly in the background, drowning out both of your laughter. your arms and legs flailed around riki as he continued to tackle you into the couch, his hands running around your abdomen

"i cant!" his bright smile shows itself in the dim light of his living room, making your heart flutter. "youre just too adorable!" he chuckles and finally takes his fingers off of you. you admittedly miss his touch, but thankfully he lies next to you, pulling you in his arms to close the gap between his chest and your back.

"you smell good," he says, his lips against your neck muffling his voice. "i could smell you forever"

you blush and lace your fingers through his, your intertwined hands pressed against your stomach, holding your bodies close together

riki loved being close to you. cuddling, holding hands, and soft kisses were frequent when the two of you spent time together. you were practically inseperable at this point.

you loved riki so much, it felt like a physical pain in your chest to be away from him for too long. he was the most precious piece of your heart now. nothing in the world could change that

so now you began to think. about sex. a lot.

you havent had that... discussion... with him yet, its always been a little too embarrassing and nerve wracking to bring up.

but you couldnt deny the steady feeling of emptiness between your legs, especially at times when he held you this close. you were getting more and more ready to jump that next hurdle, with his hand holding yours along the way.

"ki?" you ask, rubbing circles over his knuckles with your thumbs

"hmm?" he hums against your neck

"can we talk?"

"whats up babe?" he sits up and pulls you so you are facing eachother, cross legged and still on the couch.

you squint your eyes and clench your fists, very nervous. "i want to have sex with you."

he stares at you in shock. his eyebrows furrow adorably, and his lips slowly form a smirk.

"you want to.... let me finally fuck you? for real?"

"yes i-"

before you can finish he pounces on you, pinning you under him. "ive been waiting for you, babe" he whispers sultrily in your ear. "you dont know how long ive wanted this"

your face flushes under his intense gaze. "if id known i would have said so sooner, im so-"

"ah! dont be sorry. not even for a second. i want you to be ready when you are ready, not when you want to appease me because my dick is hard."

if its even possible, your face reddens further. he lets out a sexy laugh at your embarrassment. "what, do you think thats weird?"

"no, its just different... i dont know what to do or how to do it well, and im nervous, ki"

"dont be nervous, babe. you know its both of our first times. you dont need to be embarrassed with me. especially not with me"

"thanks, baby"

you wring your hands and look around the room. nothing seems right. its too bright, too cramped, too quiet, even with the movie in the background. the silence between you and riki is deafening.

"so did you just say that in general or do you want to do it now?" he teases, a wide grin forming on his insanely kissable lips.

you slap his arm. "yeah i mean now, i just dont really know what to do." you cast your gaze downward, looking at the hem of your shorts that was being rumpled in your fingers.

"then lets find out together." riki grabs your hands in his and pulls you off the couch, guiding you down the hallway of his small apartment.

when you reach his room, he puts you on the bed, shutting the door and turning off the lights. the faint glow of dusk seeps through his windows and spills into the bedroom, lighting the room in a romantic haze that has your senses on high alert. every slight motion has you on edge, anticipation rising as riki steps closer and closer to you.

"what do you want to do?" he asks, eyes softly gazing into yours, looking for any response

"i... god this is so embarrassing!" you bury your face in your hands, and riki chuckles in amusement.

"babe, look at me. please." he pulls your hands down by your wrists, bringing your gaze to him. "this isnt about being perfect. or looking perfect. its going to be sloppy, its going to be hard. but i know that we can both take it, and that we will love each other no matter what. right?"

you nod your head slowly, tears threatening to fall onto your cheeks.

"words, please" riki begs from his kneeling position below you

"right"

he smiles "okay. so where do you want to start?"

"i... i guess we should maybe take off our clothes?"

"probably a good idea"

you both start removing your clothing. your hands tremble under your fingers as you pull your shirt over your head.

and although you cant see it, riki's are too. he nervously pulls his pants down, hands shaking like he had too much coffee.

you and riki take each other in. your whole body heats up as his gaze trails over your bare skin. it felt so irregular. nobody has ever viewed your body this way. you stare at riki's gorgeous abs, slowly making your way to his cock.

it was half hard, not fully aroused, yet still bigger than what you thought it would be. you worry how youre supposed to fit him in you. but damn, it was just so beautiful. the tip was a pinkish color, and you could just make out a vein traveling down his shaft, dissapearing into his pelvis.

"holy shit, youre beautiful." riki says, jaw dropped as he rakes his eyes over your insecurities. you dont mind your body, but hell, you couldnt ignore the curve of your stomach, or thickness of your thighs. you use your hands to cover your stomach, but riki moves them away.

"dont you dare try and cover yourself. you are absolutely gorgeous. do you hear me?" his voice is practically a growl as he tuggs your wrists

"okay, ki." you say, smiling up at him.

he takes your lips in a soft kiss, pulling your face to his by cupping his hands on your cheeks.

"i love you so much" you say, pulling back to look at him

"i love you more" he whispers into the darkness. "what do you want next?"

"no, its your turn to choose what we do," you try to be teasing, but only feel nervousness

"well lets get on the bed. go put your head on the pillows." he points to the empty bed behind you.

when you are settled, riki climbs over you and places soft kisses on your face, caressing your hot skin with his lips as his sturdy arms hold himself up above you. you let him kiss his way down to your neck, slowly sucking on the skin near your collarbone as you wrapped your arms around his back.

he pulls away and kneels at your waist, looking at you for any sign of regret.

"are you ready?" he searches your eyes for uncertainty, but you nod in approval

"words"

"yes," you breathe

he pulls himself in between your legs and spreads them wide, getting a perfectly unobscured view of your glistening pussy

"already wet for me babe?" his eyes dialate from pure enjoyment. "and i havent even touched you yet"

"please," you scoff, "you know what youve done"

"mmm" he moans as he slowly aligns his tip with your entrance "are you ready?"

you gab his wrist and grip his hand tightly. "lets do it ki." you grit your teeth an he slowly pushes his tip onto your opening, only for it to slide up, refusing to enter.

you moan from the friction of his dick rubbing your cunt. he chuckles and pushes back do your entrance, even slower in entry this time.

but again, he slides right out.

every time he tries to breach your walls, they tighten and refuse to let him in. by the eleventh time, riki groans in pain. his cock now fully hard and throbbing in need, and his tip is coated in a smeared mixture of your combined pre-cum

you lay back, squeezing his hand as if its your life force as tears begin to fall down your cheeks. "i... i cant do it, ki" you sob. "its too big, i cant do it.... i cant do it..."

your tears paint trails on your face while riki squeezes your hand even harder. "you can, baby. i know you can. do you want me to try and stretch you out?"

you nod and choke back another sob, pulling yourself together.

this time, riki doesnt ask for words. he sees how distressed you are, and places a kiss on your hand, still held in his.

his free hand works its way between your thighs, finding your entrance. he smoothly slides one finger in, rubbing it along your gummy walls as he stretches your hole further. he slides a second finger in. then a third. and a fourth

your cunt burns from the pressure as his fingers glide inside you, not with the intent to pleasure, no. that was for his dick tonight.

riki removes his fingers, bringing them to his mouth as he moves his cock back to where he was before.

you stare at him, completely in shock, as he slurps your juices off of his own digits, a slutty smile curving the corners of his lips as he sucked on the sweet liquid

when he pulls his hand out of his mouth and back to its guiding position at his dick, you ready yourself, holding his hand tightly.

he spreads your legs as wide as they can go and finally shoves his tip into your pussy.

you gasp at the stretch. it was definetly more than his fingers, but fuck, it felt like heaven once the stinging subsided

riki moaned in joy as your core squeezed him nicely. "oh fuck, babe, thats fucking tight"

he slowly pushes deeper and deeper into you until he cant go any further. only 2/3 of his length fit inside of you, but it fit in you perfectly.

"baby, you are fucking wonderful. im so proud of you" he says, giving your hand a faint squeeze "do you want to see if we can fit the rest of me in?"

your eyes look wild at his words, darting from his face to what you can see of his abdomen.

"you... you meant thats not it?" you ask, ready to cry again. "i dont think i can"

"thats okay baby, youre doing wonderful" riki takes your other hand and squeezes both "this feels fucking perfect"

"im sorry, ki" you say, the tears that were being held back slowly falling down your cheeks now "im sorry i cant take all of you. i want to take all of you, i do, but its so much"

he looks down at you with soft eyes. "how about we try something else?"

you nod again, and riki slowly pulls out of you and picks you up. he flips over so you are straddling his waist, and he is where you were

"now try," he says, helping you position yourself on him.

you slide his dick into you, sinking down on it inch by inch until you finally have all of it inside.

you and riki grin in satisfaction as you settle down onto his pelvis, but that doesnt last long. he smoothly flips you back to where you were before, only now he is buried fully inside your aching core

"do you want me to move?" he asks, gripping your hand again

"fuck yes. please go"

riki starts pulling out, then thrusting back in. his motions start out lazy and slow, wanting you to feel pleasure instead of pain.

"faster, ki. i can take it"

he immediately quickens his pace, his hips slapping hard against your ass. his hand grips your thigh, leaving marks on the skin as he held you open

his other hand still held yours. you squeezed it as you felt his dick pounding deeper and deeper inside of you, making you see white

"shit, baby... im- im gonna cum" riki groans, his head hands limply off his shoulders, the tips of his hair slightly ticking your stomach

"then- ah- do it ki, cum in m- me"

your body shudders as you feel your orgasm building up, the band threatening to break while riki thrusted hastily into you

he holds your thigh tighter as orgasm takes over, thick jets of cum spilling into your cunt, filling up what little space you had left

your body snaps from the feeling of being so full, twitching and clenching with riki as you both rode the high, hand in hand.

riki slumps next to you, pulling his dick out. it left you with an emty feeling, but he pulled you closer to his chest to make up for it.

that didnt last long though. he immediately shot up and walked into the bathroom, only giving you a "stay there" to go on

he walked back out, his boxers back on, with a towel in his hand. he pressed the cool cloth to your forehead, slowly working it over your body until it cleaned everything, even the dripping mess between your legs

he tosses the fabric away and lays back down, pulling your back to his chest and wrapping his arms around you again. you take his hands, whispering into the darkness of his bedroom

"ill hold you forever" you say

"and i will hold you longer"

------<3------

a.n.- dear god im crying. this was so sweet to write. riki is def the type of bf who isnt afraid to tease but fs knows what he needs to do to make you feel good. but now my heart is hurting bc man, i need this boy in my life like right now. okay time to put me back in my cage before i say smth more out of pocket

please reblog if you liked it, and comment with ideas bc i need more XD

[bruhstories]

Bet II

p.1 here & p3. here & p.4 here & p.5 here & p.6 here

summary: it's your first day as a cat sitter and things are going more than well. but will they stay that way? pairing: hwang in-ho/the front man x civilian!reader warnings & content: age gap, afab!reader, slightly detailed descriptions of reader’s background for plot purposes, red text for in-ho, purple for reader, pre 33rd squid game, canon divergent, mentions of domestic violence, veeeery slow burn, reader is an orphan w/c: 2.2k

a/n: hiii, this is pretty much reader's pov, but don't worry, we'll see things through in-ho's eyes in chapter 3! if you would like to be tagged for the next part, please check this post.

You woke up at five in the morning on the first day of your temporary job. It took you about fifteen minutes to walk to the bus stop, and another fifteen to get to Gangnam-gu by bus, but you needed to prepare breakfast for your uncle first. The last thing you wanted was to anger him. You washed a cup of rice and tossed it in the rice cooker before slicing some pickled radish and a fresh cucumber and carrot. While waiting for the rice to cook, you fried some tofu that you had marinated in gochujang the night before.

Around six you woke your uncle up with the bowl of bibimbap and a cup of freshly brewed coffee, but didn't stay long enough to hear him tell you off about how bad his coffee tasted, or how cold the rice was, all completely false statements. It was just the way your life was since your father passed away and your mother left the country. But you couldn't afford your own place, and you probably wouldn't any time soon, so you took odd jobs to stay away from him and pay his stupid debts.

You made it just in time for Eunjoo's breakfast, stepping through the door at 6:50. There was no cat in sight yet, but the moment you opened the food can, Eunjoo peeked from around the sofa, silently sneaking behind you, apprehensive about rubbing against your leg. She waited next to the water bowl as you scooped the food out and mashed it with the spoon, then bent down to place her plate on the silicone mat on the floor. 

It was only after you got back up that you noticed the mess in Mr. Hwang's penthouse. There were so many dishes in the sink, empty bottles of beer scattered on the dining table, an ashtray full of cigarette butts, takeaway boxes stacked on the countertop, a half-full coffee cup, tissues on the floor. You definitely remembered that his house was clean when you first visited him. Too clean, even, like he suffered from mysophobia. You had a lot to do in that house. And then there was Eunjoo, who, for some reason, refused to eat her breakfast despite sitting patiently next to her ceramic plate, tail curled around her paws.

Panic seeped into your veins as you urged the cat to eat, crouching next to her in hopes that she only needed a little encouragement, but Eunjoo stood her ground. You didn't know what to do, the mess was overwhelming and you frantically paced around the kitchen like a headless hen, not knowing what to do first — wash the dishes, take out the trash, force feed the cat. As though Mr. Hwang could see you, your phone vibrated with a text from him.

Good morning. Sorry about the mess, I had a little gathering last night before my trip. Is everything alright? In-ho 

A little gathering? He had a full-blown party! Maybe it was his birthday, or he had a bachelor party. But the mess wasn't important, Eunjoo was. You quickly saved his number in your contacts list and typed a reply.

Morning! Don't worry about the mess, I'll deal with it later. Eunjoo's not eating, though. Should I take her to the vet? She seems healthy, but I’m worrying.

You waited for his text while sitting on the floor, one hand extended for the cat to sniff it. She did, then went back to her plate, simply looking at you, staring directly into your soul with bright green eyes.

Ding!

Oh, I forgot to mention that she only eats breakfast and dinner when I do. You're going to have to eat something. There's plenty of food in the fridge. 

Well, that changed things. You typically had one meal a day since most of the food back home was eaten by your uncle, and you didn't want to pry into Mr. Hwang's fridge and pantry. Rummaging through your backpack, you found a half-eaten bag of shrimp crackers and shrugged. It was good enough for you if it meant she ate.

"My food." You told Eunjoo while holding the bag, giving it a small shake. "Your food." You pointed at her plate.

As if she could understand your words, Eunjoo turned to her breakfast while you munched on the crackers, nibbling on them slowly to save some for later. God only knew when you could have some more food. When her plate was empty, you twisted the bag of remaining snacks and put it back into your backpack before getting up from the tiled floor. 

"Okay." You told yourself. "First thing's first — scoop the poop."

There were two litter boxes in the penthouse, one in the guest bathroom and one in the en-suite. You checked both without paying much attention to your surroundings, and threw away all the clumps of pee and litter, then turned the TV on to play some music. You started off strong with some upbeat songs, a little rock, a bit of pop. Your father raised you on international music. Queen, in particular, was his favourite band, and so your playlist was full of their songs.

Don't Stop Me Now was perfect for doing the dishes. First, you put away all the dry plates and cutlery before emptying the sink. You didn't even bother trying to turn on the dishwasher, your hands worked better and faster, and with the speed of light, like Freddie Mercury sang, you finished washing all the dishes. Each time you rinsed a plate, you turned the tap off, careful not to waste any water. If there was one good thing about not being rich, it was that you learned to truly care about the environment, and tried your best to fight climate change. But you weren’t perfect. No one was. There were skeletons in your closet.

As the song came to an end, you tackled the takeaway boxes. You found the bin and threw away any leftover bits of food that were inedible, saving the cardboard boxes for recycling, along with the beer bottles. The penthouse was looking better by the minute, and after wiping the table and countertop, vacuuming and mopping the floor, you took your phone out and snapped a picture for Mr. Hwang. 

Kitchen and dining room done!

You pressed send and checked the time — 9:00. Shit, your other job was starting soon. Hastily, you turned the TV off, rinsed Eunjoo's water bowl and filled it with fresh water before checking the automatic feeder. It was still half-full, so you put your shoes on and left with the recyclables and trash bag.

"I'll be back tonight, kitty!"

The bin room was easy to find, and satisfied with the work you did, you went back to Guryong Village, where you taught Ali Abdul and his wife Korean. They couldn't afford to pay you, but when they could, they fed you, and that was all that mattered. It was the only meal you didn't need to share with your uncle, and it was more than enough to keep you going through the day. 

At 12:00 you took two buses to Lotte World, where you worked part-time as a mascot, from one to seven, boiling in the purple bear suit. You didn't mind it when you saw how happy the children were, though. Their smiles and happiness mattered more than how uncomfortable you felt, and on the bright side, it kept you very warm in winter. You had to look for positives, didn't you? Life wouldn't be enjoyable if all you did was focus on the negativity and unfairness of it. And life had been nothing but cruel to you. Yet, you persevered. 

You left the theme park at 7:15 and took the bus back to Gangnam-gu, drenched in sweat. The cold November air made you shiver under the coat as you stepped down the street, making your way to Mr. Hwang's penthouse for the second time that day. Kicking your shoes off, you kept the coat, because the apartment was chilly, and you tried to find the thermostat before feeding Eunjoo. 

Good evening! I hope your trip is going well! It's getting quite cold and I was wondering if I could turn the heating on, more for Eunjoo than for me. 

When there was no reply, you shrugged and opened a can of food, placing the plate on the mat, like you did in the morning, then took out a food container from your bag with leftover chicken karahi from Mrs. Abdul. She was kind enough to give you more, and you took out a plate from Mr. Hwang's kitchen to heat it in the microwave.

Eunjoo ate when you did, as she did in the morning, and you found it interesting that she didn't immediately dig in like your cousin's cat used to do. She had good manners, you thought with a smile. The food warmed you up a bit, and you washed the plate and chopsticks after you were done, but the warmth was soon replaced by a chill running down your spine. You had to start layering up for winter.

Ding!

Good evening, miss. My apologies for not replying quicker, work is hectic. Please turn the heating on and stay the night to make sure Eunjoo is warm.

Oh, that was straightforward. You chuckled at the text, but you couldn't stay the night. Instead, you walked back to the thermostat and searched the brand online to set a timer. You tested it first to make sure it worked, and when it did, you set the heating on every 3 hours. It should be enough for Eunjoo to stay warm. 

I appreciate it, sir, but I can't stay over. My uncle would be upset. I put the timer on and it works, I checked. I'll send you a picture after I scoop the poop and tidy up.

You sent the text and inspected the litter boxes. Eunjoo had the stinkiest poops you had ever sniffed, and as you scooped it out of the box, you couldn't help but talk to her. She was watching you from the corner of the guest bathroom, pupils blown at every movement you made, studying you.

"Girl, this is foul." You laughed, tying up the small bin bag. "Is it even normal for your shit to reek like this?" 

Eunjoo lost interest in you when you were done with her box and ran under the bed in Mr. Hwang's bedroom, while you walked back into the kitchen, dropping the bin bag next to your shoes. You filled a tall glass with water and searched for all the plants in the house, stopping at a small cactus in the living room.

When was the last time you watered the cactus?

Ding!

You got the reply quicker than you expected. It usually took In-ho a few minutes to get back to you, but you read it and laughed.

I don't remember. 

Typical for men to forget, you thought as you watered the plant. 

Ding!

Another text? You took your phone out and read it.

Why would your uncle be upset?

The question soured your mood, and you took a few steps back to sit on the edge of the sofa. It wasn't a subject you liked to talk about. In fact, it was a subject you refused to talk about, but Mr. Hwang had been nothing but kind to you, and you felt like you owed him an explanation. No, you felt compelled to give him an explanation, as though you couldn’t just tell him to mind his business.

He took me in after my dad died. He can be quite strict. It's not that I have to go back home, but if he doesn't have breakfast and a coffee when he wakes up, he'll tell me off.

Okay, so you didn't exactly explain your situation. Mr. Hwang didn't need to know all the details, all the beatings and all the insults, all the money he took from you to pay his debts. But hey, at least you had a roof over your head, right?

You washed Eunjoo's plate and water bowl and left them to dry while sorting out In-ho's laundry — whites with whites, blacks with blacks. There weren’t many colourful clothes, which you thought was normal for a man his age.  You were going to wash them in the morning, but you worked smart and hard, and so you wanted them to be ready for the next day. Loading the machine with the whites, you made sure Eunjoo didn't sneak in it and closed the door, then took a shower in the guest bathroom. 

Just as you promised, you brought your own soap and towel, and let the hot water wash away the dirt and dust accumulated throughout the day. It felt good not having to boil water to wash yourself, and you made a mental note to thank Mr. Hwang somehow when he returned from his trip. Perhaps you could cook him a meal and buy a new toy for Eunjoo, although she didn’t seem very playful, at least not when you were around. Stepping out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around your body, you took a moment to enjoy being able to walk around half-naked with no one to disturb you. 

Thank you for letting me take a shower. Eunjoo is sleeping, the plants have been watered, and I’m ready to go home. Good night, Mr. Hwang!

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[blairenqs]

୨୧ DELICATE ✧ SPENCER REID

───── IN WHICH spencer snaps at you for your positive and cheerful personality and instantly regrets it the next day !

𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖽 𝓍 𝒻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝟣.𝟤𝖪 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ♡ ⎯⎯ 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝒾𝖵𝖤

THE PRECINCT WAS CROWDED, the harsh clacking of keyboards and conversations of the current case blending into the background.

you sat at a desk, determined to make your mark as the newest member of the bau—the team was neck deep into a challenging case involving an unsub targeting young women, and everyone’s nerves were at an all time high.

still—you tried to lighten the mood when you could. after all, the job was already heavy enough. why not bring some positivity to the team to balance things out?

when you walked into the precinct that morning, you carried two trays of coffee, a bright smile on your face as you handed them out to the group.

“okay, i know the precinct coffee isn’t completely inedible,” you started, holding up one of the steaming cups, “but this? this is the good stuff. liquid courage to help us catch the bad guy.”

morgan grinned as he accepted his cup after giving you a grateful pat on the back. “i like the way you think, kid.” —READ MORE!

you handed another cup to jj, who smiled appreciatively, and then another to hotch, who gave you a polite nod.

finally, you turned to spencer—who was already seated, absorbed in the case files spread out in front of him.

“and one freshly made coffee for you, doctor reid,” you said cheerfully, setting a cup beside him. “black with two sugars, just how you like it.” spencer looked somehow restricted as he barely looked up. “thanks,” he mumbled, his tone flat.

you hesitated for a moment, unsure if he’d even heard you. but you shrugged it off, refusing to let his mood dampen yours. instead, you made your way to the whiteboard, where the rest of the team came together to discuss the case.

a few hours passed—and if the mood in the precinct was bad in the morning, it was definitely worse now.

leads were going nowhere, and the building frustration was thick in the air. still, you tried your best to keep things light.

“well, at least the coffee here doesn’t taste like complete garbage, right?” you joked, glancing around to see a few smiles or two after the horrible day.

but clearly, someone wasn’t too happy with that joke.

spencer’s head snapped up, and his annoyed gaze locked on you. his voice was colder than you’d ever heard it. “do you ever stop talking? we’re working a case where people are dying, and all you can do is make stupid jokes about coffee?”

his words hit you like a slap—the room fell silent, everyone’s eyes darting to the out of nowhere commotion between you and spencer.

your smile faltered, the cheerful and positive energy you carried all day drained from you in an instant.

“i—i’m sorry,” you stammered, your voice coming out as a whisper. you felt a lump forming in your throat, but you forced yourself to swallow it down. “i’ll—um, i’ll be quiet.”

you instantly turned away from spencer, your face burning with embarrassment, and excused yourself a few minutes later under the claim of a headache.

the moment you were alone in the car, the tears came—you’d always been told your bubbly personality was a strength, but now? now it certainly felt like a liability.

the next morning, you walked into the precinct with a new mindset. if being cheerful made you a nuisance, then you’d tone it down. no jokes, no small talk—just work.

“good morning,” you said quietly as you took your seat, avoiding everyone’s gaze. morgan frowned at the dull entrance, leaning back in his chair. “you okay, kid? you’re awfully quiet today.”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you replied with a forced smile. you buried your nose in the case files, hoping he’d drop it.

across the room, spencer noticed the change in you immediately. the cheerful energy that usually filled the room when you arrived wasn’t there. instead, you seemed not like yourself, barely interacting with anyone and your words cut short.

“hey, reid,” morgan said, catching spencer’s attention. “you notice anything off about her today?” he discreetly nodded in your direction.

spencer’s stomach instantly twisted with guilt. he basically spent all night replaying his rude outburst, cringing at how unnecessarily harsh he had been.

now—seeing you so withdrawn and out of it, he knew his words had cut deeper than he had expected.

the case finally wrapped up two days later, and everyone was eager to return home. on the jet, you sat quietly in the corner, reviewing your paperwork while the rest of the team conversed in quiet voices.

spencer sat across from you, stealing glances every now and then. he wanted to say something, but the words caught in his throat every time.

when the jet landed, the team began to collect their bags and exit. you lingered near the back, waiting until the others had left before grabbing your bag.

as you turned around to leave, spencer stepped into your path hesitantly, his hands fidgeting nervously.

“wait,” he said softly.

you stopped—clearly confused as your eyes narrowed at him. “what is it?” he shifted on his feet, his usual demeanor replaced by an awkward hesitance. “i, um.. i wanted to apologize. for what i said the other day. i was completely out of line.”

you blinked, surprised by the raw vulnerability in his voice. “why were you so angry? do i really annoy you that much?”

spencer shook his head quickly, his expression panicked. “no, no! it wasn’t you. you’re not annoying. not at all. i’ve just been going through a lot lately. that doesn’t excuse what i said, but i want you to know it wasn’t about you. you didn’t deserve that.”

you studied him for a moment, your tense shoulders relaxing slightly as his words sank in. “so… you don’t think i’m annoying?” you asked cautiously.

“no,” spencer said firmly. “i think your personality is… refreshing. you’re optimistic and kind, and those are good things. i shouldn’t have made you feel bad for being yourself.”

your lips pointed into a small, shy smile. “that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

spencer’s cheeks turned a shade of pink, and he looked down, suddenly fascinated by the flor. “i, um… i just mean it. i really am sorry.”

you felt the last of your tension melt away. you could tell his apology was genuine, and the awkwardness only made it more endearing. “i forgive you, doctor reid.” you said softly.

for a minute—the two of you stood in silence, the air between you lighter than it had been all weak with unspoken words.

then—out of nowhere, you stepped closer and leaned up, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. “goodnight, spencer,” you said with a gentle smile, your heart fluttering as you turned to leave.

spencer stood frozen, his hand brushing the spot where your soft lips had been. his heart raced, and he opened his mouth to say something but found himself speechless.

instead, he watched you walk away, a soft smile spreading across his face as he pictured your smile in his mind, god—had you always been this beautiful and sweet?

maybe he wasn’t ready to express everything he was feeling, and maybe he didn’t even know exactly what it was, but one thing was certain—he’d never look at you the same way again.

𝖱𝖤𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖲 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖣 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

© blairenqs 2025 do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

✧ 𝑓. i was fighting for my life trying to title this 😢 anyways rewatching supernatural is not for the weak !! send help plz.

[mrsfancyferrari]

Sweet Pain

Summary: lando just took his wisdom tooth out and you, his best friend, was assigned to take care of him at home

Song: Heavy Love · Odetari

Author’s note: Sorry I haven't posted in a while! School sucks! Please like, reblog and share this! 🫶

Word count: 3.8k

MASTERLIST - F1

Lando groaned as the anesthesia began to wear off, his cheek bulging with the wad of gauze the oral surgeon had so gently packed into his mouth.

The world swam around him, a haze of pain and confusion as he tried to sit up in the chair. You, his steadfast best friend, gripped his shoulders firmly but gently, keeping him in place.

"Take it easy, buddy," you murmured, your voice a soothing balm to his raw nerves. "You just had your wisdom tooth pulled. You need to rest."

He nodded, wincing as the movement sent a fresh wave of pain shooting through his jaw. The room felt unnaturally bright, the fluorescent lights glaring down on him like an accusation.

You reached over and flipped the switch, casting the room into a more comfortable dimness. The shadows danced around the edges of the room, whispering of the comfort that waited for him at home.

"I've got you," you promised, your hand warm and steady on his shoulder. "I'll take care of you."

The words were a lifeline in the storm, and Lando clung to them like a drowning man. He'd never felt so vulnerable before, so utterly reliant on someone else for his well-being.

But there was something reassuring about it, too. Something that made the ache in his mouth seem a little less sharp.

As you led him out of the office, the cool evening air hit him like a slap, sending a shiver down his spine. The painkillers were kicking in, wrapping him in a fuzzy blanket of numbness.

He leaned into you, his head heavy and lolling. Your arms were strong around him, guiding him to the car with a gentle but firm grip.

In the car, the engine purred to life, and the smooth leather seats cradled him like a lover's embrace. He watched the world pass by in a blur, the neon lights of the city fading into the background as the pain grew more distant.

You chatted to him, keeping his mind off the discomfort, your voice a comforting hum that washed over him like a warm bath.

By the time you pulled up to his apartment, he was almost dozing. The stairs up to his door were a challenge, each step sending a jolt through his jaw.

You took the keys from his trembling hand and unlocked the door, guiding him inside with the ease of a shepherd leading a lamb to safety.

The living room was a haven of soft cushions and warm blankets, the TV casting a soft glow across the room. You helped him to the couch, propping his head up with a pillow, and handed him a glass of water with a straw.

"Thanks," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the gauze.

"No problem," you said, settling in beside him. "Now, let's get you comfortable."

You began to remove the gauze, your movements slow and precise. As the pressure lifted from his mouth, Lando felt the blood begin to pulse in his cheek, the pain starting to throb anew.

But your touch was surprisingly gentle, and he found himself leaning into your hand, craving the contact.

You paused, looking into his eyes, and for a moment, the pain was forgotten.

"You're going to be okay," you whispered, and in that moment, Lando believed it. He believed in you, in the strength of your care for him, in the promise of comfort that you offered.

With a final tug, the gauze was free, and you handed him a fresh piece. "Keep biting down on this for a little while," you instructed, your voice a soft purr that made his skin tingle. "It'll help with the bleeding."

Lando nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. The silence between you was charged, crackling with an energy that made the air feel thick and heavy.

"Is there anything else you need?" you asked, your hand hovering over his shoulder. "Anything at all?"

He swallowed, his mouth dry. "Could you stay with me?"

You nodded without a second thought. "Of course."

And with that, the two of you settled in for the night. You grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels, looking for something mindless to watch that would help pass the time and keep Lando's mind off the pain.

The TV's blue light reflected off the surface of the glass of water, casting a serene glow over the room that seemed to belie the current situation.

Lando took a sip through the straw, the cold liquid feeling like a lifeline to normalcy. He watched the images on the screen swirl and dance, the painkillers playing tricks with his vision.

His eyelids grew heavy, and he felt his head lolling to the side. You caught him, gently placing it back on the pillow with a chuckle.

"You're really out of it," you said, your voice a warm rumble that vibrated through his body.

He managed a weak smile. "Yeah. Thanks for… everything."

You nodded, the corner of your mouth tilting up in a soft smile. "It's what friends are for."

The pain began to ebb and flow, a constant throb that was only slightly lessened by the medication.

Each pulse seemed to echo through his body, a reminder of the invasive procedure he'd just undergone. But you were there, a constant presence at his side, and that made it easier to bear.

As the night stretched on, the TV's background noise became a lullaby, lulling Lando into a fitful sleep. His dreams were a strange tapestry of pain and comfort, the sensation of your hand on his shoulder a grounding force that kept the darker moments at bay.

Whenever he stirred, you were there, pressing a cool cloth to his cheek or offering him more water, your ministrations a gentle reminder that he wasn't alone.

When he finally woke up, the room was bathed in the soft light of dawn. The pain was a dull throb now, a persistent but distant memory of the night before.

You were still there, sprawled out on the couch, one arm thrown over your eyes to block out the early morning glow.

Lando shifted, the movement sending a jolt through his jaw. You stirred, sitting up with a start. "You okay?"

He nodded, his mouth feeling dry and uncomfortable. You took the water from the side table and held it to his lips, allowing him to sip through the straw. The coolness soothed his throat, and he felt a wash of gratitude for your thoughtfulness.

"I'm fine," he croaked. "Just… thirsty."

You nodded, understanding, and took the glass back. "Why don't you try to get some more sleep?"

He didn't argue, sinking back into the pillows with a sigh. As you tucked the blanket around him, the warmth of your hand on his shoulder lingered, a reminder of the care you'd shown him throughout the long, strange night.

You sat back down, your body heat radiating towards him. He couldn't help but shiver again, the chill from outside still clinging to his bones.

Without thinking, he tried to cuddle up closer to you, seeking the warmth of your presence. His cheek found its way to your chest, and he nuzzled into the fabric of your shirt, inhaling the faint scent of your skin.

You stiffened for a moment, surprised by his sudden proximity, but then your arm automatically curled around him, pulling him closer. "You cold?" you murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

Lando nodded, his eyes still closed. The pain was a distant throb now, a dull ache that was easy to ignore when wrapped in your warmth. "A little," he mumbled into your shirt.

You leaned into the embrace, the weight of his head on your chest feeling surprisingly natural. The fabric of your shirt grew damp with his breath, and you felt the steady beat of his heart against your ribs.

The room was quiet except for the soft murmur of the TV and the occasional sound of someone walking in the hallway outside.

The warmth of your body seeped into his, chasing away the last of the cold that had settled in his bones. He felt your chest rise and fall with each breath, a rhythm that was both comforting and slightly hypnotic.

His hand, which had been resting on the arm of the couch, found its way to your waist, his fingers curling into the soft fabric of your sweatpants. The sensation of your skin under his palm sent a thrill through him, a feeling that was new and surprisingly intimate.

You didn't pull away, instead allowing his hand to rest there, your own hand coming up to gently stroke his hair. The pain in his jaw was still present, but it was muted now, a distant throb that was easy to ignore when he was nestled against you.

The scent of your skin filled his nose, a mix of sweat and the faint hint of cologne that was uniquely yours.

With his cheek pressed to your chest, Lando could hear the steady beat of your heart, a sound that seemed to resonate with his own. It was a strange sensation, feeling so connected to someone else while being in so much pain.

But there was something about your presence that made everything feel right, that made the world seem a little less overwhelming.

You shifted slightly, adjusting your position to accommodate his weight. He felt the muscles in your arms tighten around him, and the pressure of your hand on his shoulder increased just a fraction.

It was a comforting gesture, one that told him without words that he was safe, that you weren't going anywhere.

His eyes fluttered open to find yours looking down at him, a mix of concern and curiosity in their depths. "Better?" you asked, your voice a gentle rumble that seemed to vibrate through his very soul.

He nodded, his throat tight with unspoken emotion. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Much better."

The silence between them grew heavier, the air thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged desires. The line between friendship and something more was blurring, a line that had never been crossed before but suddenly felt tantalizingly close.

The TV flickered in the background, the images on the screen changing with the passing minutes but the storyline lost to them both. Their focus was on each other, the warmth of your bodies melding together, the steady throb of your heart beneath his ear.

Lando's gaze drifted to your lips, the way they moved as you breathed, the softness that begged to be kissed. He swallowed hard, his heart racing with anticipation.

The pain in his jaw was a distant memory, replaced by the ache in his chest that grew stronger with every passing second.

He knew he should fight against it, that he should push himself away from you and retreat to the safety of his bedroom. But the comfort of your embrace was too tempting, the warmth of your body too inviting.

Instead, he nuzzled closer, his cheek pressing against the steady beat of your heart.

"Lando," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of concern and something else, something deeper. He didn't know what it was, but it made his stomach flutter.

He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to kiss you, to feel the softness of your lips against his, to explore the warmth of your mouth and lose himself in the sensation of your body against his.

But he also knew that he shouldn't. The painkillers were clouding his judgment, making him feel things he might not feel otherwise.

"Let's just go to sleep," he muttered, his voice thick with need and confusion.

You studied him, the soft light of dawn playing across his features, making him look almost ethereal. You could see the war within him, the desire and the doubt battling it out behind his eyes.

"Are you sure that's all you want?" you asked, your voice a caress.

He nodded, his eyes sliding shut again. "It's just the anesthesia," he murmured, his breath ghosting against your skin. "It's making me feel… weird."

But you knew it wasn't just the anesthesia. There was something else there, something that had been simmering between the two of you for months, maybe even years.

With a sigh, you leaned in, your hand cupping his cheek gently. You could feel the stubble of his jaw, the softness of his skin beneath your fingertips.

Your thumb traced the line of his jaw, the touch feather-light, as you tilted his face up to meet yours. Your eyes searched his, looking for any sign that he didn't want this, that it was all just the drugs talking.

But what you found was something else entirely. A spark of need, of want, that mirrored your own. So you leaned in, closing the space between your lips, and kissed him.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if you were both testing the waters. But it quickly grew in intensity, his hands coming up to cradle your face, pulling you closer.

The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of mint and something uniquely Lando that made your heart race.

You felt his body tense, his grip on you tightening, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away. But then he relaxed, melting into the kiss, his mouth opening to invite you in deeper.

Your tongue danced with his, exploring the warm cavern of his mouth, the taste of him flooding your senses.

The pain in his jaw was forgotten, lost in the haze of sensation that washed over him. The only thing that mattered was the feel of your lips against his, the way your body fit against his.

He moaned softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours.

You broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to look at him. "Are you okay?" you asked, the concern clear in your eyes.

He nodded, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice still thick with lust. "It's just the anesthesia."

But it wasn't just the anesthesia. The pull between you was as potent as ever, a force that had been simmering just beneath the surface for what felt like an eternity.

His hand found its way to your waist, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the soft fabric of your shirt, his eyes fluttering shut as he reveled in the feeling of your body against his.

Lando harbored profound emotions for you, emotions that ran deeper than mere friendship. However, he struggled to articulate these feelings, caught in a web of uncertainty and fear.

The bond you shared as his closest friend made it all the more complicated; he worried that revealing his true feelings might jeopardize the special connection you both enjoyed.

Each time he considered opening up, he hesitated, torn between the desire to share his heart and the fear of losing the friendship that meant the world to him.

The softness of your touch, the warmth of your embrace, it was all too much for Lando to resist. His body was alive with sensation, a symphony of pleasure that washed over him, drowning out the pain of his surgery.

You seemed to sense his internal struggle, your hands moving to gently stroke his hair, your touch as tender as a lover's caress.

"It's okay," you whispered, your breath hot against his ear. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

But Lando found himself leaning into you, his body responding despite his muddled thoughts. His hand slid up from your waist, tracing the curve of your chest before it came to rest on the back of your neck, his thumb circling the sensitive skin there.

The painkillers had turned him into a creature of pure instinct, and all his instincts were telling him to get closer to you, to bury himself in your warmth and let the world outside fade away.

You felt the shift in his body, the way his muscles tensed and then relaxed, the way his breath grew ragged and needy. You knew he was still groggy from the anesthesia, that he might not fully understand what was happening between you.

But the way he was looking at you, the way his hand was moving, it was clear that he wanted this, that he needed it.

"Lando," you murmured, your voice a soft caress against the shell of his ear. "We should wait for the anesthesia to run out."

He pulled back slightly, the haze of desire clearing from his eyes. "Why?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and want.

You sighed, your hand coming to rest on his cheek. "Because," you began, "I don't want this to be about the drugs. If we're going to do this, I want you to be fully aware of what's happening."

Lando's eyes searched yours, the fog of painkillers slowly lifting as he digested your words. He knew you were right; he didn't want to act on impulse, didn't want to risk confusing physical need with something deeper.

But the ache in his chest was unbearable, a yearning that was only growing stronger with every passing second.

"Okay," he murmured, his hand sliding down to yours, the connection between you palpable.

You watched as his eyes grew heavy with the weight of his pain and the sedative, his breathing slowing as he succumbed to sleep once more.

As you lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of his breaths, you felt a pang of regret for what could have been. But you knew it was for the best.

Lando's vulnerability was a gift, and you didn't want to take advantage of it in his compromised state. Instead, you focused on the warmth of his hand in yours, the comfort of his presence beside you.

The sun had fully risen by the time you felt him stir again. The room was bathed in the soft glow of morning light, the pain in his jaw now a high throb. He blinked slowly, his gaze finding yours.

The haze of the anesthesia was gone, and in its place was a clarity that was almost unsettling.

"How are you feeling?" you asked, your voice tentative.

He took stock of his body, the pain now a familiar companion. "Better," he said finally, his voice a rough whisper. "The anesthesia's wearing off."

You nodded, your heart racing as you realized the implications of his words. The moment of truth had arrived, and you weren't sure you were ready for it.

But as you looked into his eyes, you saw something that made you hold your breath.

"The pain's not so bad," he continued, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. "But I could still use some more of that… comfort."

You felt your stomach flip, the anticipation building in your chest. You leaned in, your heart pounding in your ears. This time, there was no hesitation, no doubt.

Your lips met his in a kiss that was both gentle and urgent, a promise of what was to come.

The pain in his mouth was a dull throb now, a distant memory compared to the fire that was igniting between the two of you. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, his need for you overriding any lingering concerns about his tooth.

The taste of mint from his breath mingled with the sweetness of the painkillers, a heady cocktail that only served to enhance the moment.

You were careful, so very careful, as you deepened the kiss. Your hands hovered near his face, ready to pull back at the slightest twinge of pain.

But Lando's response was all the encouragement you needed, his moan of pleasure vibrating through his chest and into yours, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. The pressure of his mouth grew stronger, more insistent, and you gave in to the urge to explore him further.

Your fingers traced the line of his jaw, feeling the slight bump where the tooth had once been. It was tender, and you knew he was likely to be sensitive there for days, maybe weeks.

So, you kissed him with a gentle thoroughness, your tongue delving into the depths of his mouth in a dance that was both fierce and tender. Each brush against the sensitive spot sent a bolt of electricity through his body, making him arch into you.

Lando's hand slid up to cradle the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the soft skin beneath your hairline. The touch was a silent declaration, a promise that he was all in, that he trusted you implicitly.

His other hand found the hem of your shirt, his fingertips skimming the warm flesh of your stomach before sliding up to trace the contours of your chest.

You moaned into the kiss, the sensation of his touch sending a delicious shiver down your spine. You broke away briefly to whisper, "Lando, we can't."

But the words held no real conviction. You knew what the doctor had said about no strenuous activity or risk of infection, but the desire pooling between your legs was too strong to ignore.

Lando's eyes searched yours, his gaze heavy with a need that mirrored your own. "I know," he murmured, his voice thick with painkillers and lust. "But I need you."

You bit your lip, torn between the desire that was clawing at you and the knowledge of what the doctor had advised.

But as you felt his hand slide under your shirt, the warmth of his skin against yours, the decision was made for you. The world narrowed to the two of you, the couch a sanctuary of soft cushions and whispered promises.

"Lando, we can't," you murmured, even as your own body betrayed you, leaning into his touch. But the words hung in the air, unconvincing even to your own ears.

The connection between you had always been palpable, but now it was a living, breathing force that could no longer be denied.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation. The silence was deafening, the air between you charged with the unspoken understanding that this was a line you were about to cross, a line that could change everything.

"I know," he murmured, his voice a warm rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "But I need you." His hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lower lip.

You took a deep, shaky breath, the weight of his gaze on you like a physical touch. The doctor's words echoed in your mind, a fading reminder of the outside world.

But the desire in Lando's eyes was too intense, too real to ignore. You leaned in, pressing your mouth to his once more, feeling the heat of his breath mingle with your own.

As your kiss grew deeper, your hand found its way under his shirt, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to the cool fabric. His muscles twitched under your touch, and you could feel the tension coiled in his body, a tension that mirrored your own.

You knew you were playing with fire, but the flames were too tempting to resist.

Lando's hand slid up your spine, his fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His touch was gentle but firm, a silent plea for more. You obliged, your own hands exploring the contours of his body, learning the landscape of his desire.

Each stroke sent a jolt through your veins, a reminder of the passion that had been smoldering just beneath the surface for so long.

You pulled away, panting, your cheeks flushed with arousal. "Lando, we really can't," you whispered, the words feeling like a betrayal even as you said them. "We need to be careful."

He nodded, his eyes dark with need. "I know," he murmured. "But can't we just… for a little while?" His voice was rough, the painkillers still thick in his throat, making his words sound like a seductive growl.

You hesitated, the doctor's words echoing in your mind. But the heat in Lando's gaze was undeniable, the way he leaned into your touch like a starving man seeking sustenance. With a sigh that was part resignation and part anticipation, you whispered, "Okay."

You leaned in to kiss him again, this time with a gentleness that seemed to belie the passion that thrummed between you. Your kisses were soft and tender, a gentle exploration that focused solely on the art of healing.

You avoided the area of his mouth where the wisdom tooth had been, instead tracing the curve of his jaw, the corner of his lips, the softness of his cheek. Each touch was a silent promise, a gentle reminder that you were there for him, that you would take care of him.

Lando sighed into the kisses, his eyes fluttering closed as he reveled in the sensation. The pain in his mouth was a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of your affection.

His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he urged you closer, seeking more. But you held firm, keeping the contact light and careful.

"Just kisses until you're healed," you murmured against his skin, your voice a soft, reassuring purr.

He nodded, the understanding clear in his eyes. For now, this was enough. The kisses grew in frequency but not in intensity, a sweet, soothing balm that seemed to seep into his very bones.

He felt his body relax into the cushions, the pain in his jaw fading into the background as the warmth of your attentions consumed him.

The TV flickered on, the sound low and inconsequential. You didn't need the distraction anymore; the only thing that mattered was the man in your arms, the feel of his breath against your skin, the way his heart hammered against your chest.

Lando's hand slid down from the back of your neck, tracing a path down your spine that left you shivering with delight. His fingertips grazed the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, and you couldn't help the low moan that escaped your lips.

"Does that feel good?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a thrill down your spine.

"Yes," you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned into his touch. His kisses grew bolder, moving from your neck to nibble at your earlobe.

Each little bite sent a shiver through you, making your toes curl with pleasure.

You felt his breath against the sensitive skin of your throat, his mouth tracing a path of heat along your neck. His teeth grazed the pulse point, and you couldn't help but arch into the touch, your body begging for more.

Your hand slid down to grip his shoulder, your nails digging in just enough to let him know you were there, that you were feeling every delicious second of this.

His breath was warm and sweet against your skin, and you could feel his own desire, his own need, building with every touch.

"I want you," he murmured, his voice thick with passion. The words were a declaration, a promise that seemed to resonate in the very air around you.

You leaned back, pulling him with you, your legs entwining with his. The couch was too small, the world too big. All that existed was the two of you, the warmth of your bodies, the softness of your sighs.

His mouth found yours again, the kiss a symphony of tongues and teeth and passion. You could taste the mint of his pain relief, the sweetness of his breath.

His hand slid down to rest on your hip, his fingers flexing in a silent demand. You shifted, moving closer, the fabric of your clothes the only barrier between you.

You knew you had to be careful, had to be mindful of his pain. So you kissed him with a gentle fierceness, your hand sliding up to cup his cheek, your thumb stroking the line of his jaw.

The moan that ripped from his throat was raw and primal, the sound of a man lost in passion. You felt it vibrate through your entire body, setting every nerve ending on fire. The need to touch him, to feel him, was overwhelming.

You slid your hand down to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. His skin was hot, fevered, and you knew that even though you were trying to be gentle, the desire between you was too strong to be denied.

With a growl that was half pain, half pleasure, Lando rolled you onto your back, his body covering yours. He kissed you with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating, his hips rolling against yours in a slow, sensual dance that had your body responding in kind.

You felt the warmth of his length, the promise of what was to come, and you couldn't help the moan that spilled from your lips. This was new, this was different, and it was everything you never knew you needed.

But as he ground against you, you felt the ache in his jaw, the tightness in his muscles. "Lando," you whispered, pushing him back gently. "We need to stop."

He nodded, his eyes dark with regret. The fog of desire cleared just enough for the reality of his situation to return. "Yeah," he murmured. "But… we can still…?"

You nodded, smiling despite the heaviness in your chest. "As long as it doesn't hurt you," you said, your voice a soft purr of reassurance. "I'm here."

He leaned in again, his mouth finding the tender spot just behind your ear. His teeth grazed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Thank you," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. "For taking care of me."

You nodded, your throat tight with unspoken emotions. "Always," you murmured, your hand sliding down to rest on his chest. The steady beat of his heart was a comfort, a reminder that even in this moment of passion, you were still friends, still looking out for each other.

Lando's hand slid down to cover yours, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of your hand. His eyes searched yours, the question hanging in the air.

You knew what he was asking, the unspoken inquiry that had been building between you for what felt like an eternity.

"We can still… cuddle," you offered, your voice a soft whisper. It wasn't the answer he wanted, but it was all you could give him right now.

The pain in his mouth was a stark reminder of the limitations of his body, and you didn't want to cause him any more discomfort.

He nodded, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but he didn't argue. He knew the rules, knew that he needed to rest and heal.

But the desire that burned between you was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with every beat of your hearts.

You settled back into the cushions, your body curving into his. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, lost in the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.

The TV played on, the low murmur of the news a stark contrast to the intimacy that had filled the room. But even as you lay there, listening to the dull throb of pain in his jaw, you knew that this moment was something special.

The line between friendship and desire had blurred, and you weren't sure if it would ever be the same again.

His hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. The touch was feather-light, a gentle caress that seemed to whisper of all the things he wanted to do but couldn't.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper that sent a shiver through your body.

You felt the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his stare, and you knew that even though you'd agreed to stop, it was going to be difficult to resist.

"And you're so stubborn," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against your back. "Guess that's why we're friends," he said, his voice filled with affection.

You nodded, snuggling closer, your cheek pressed to the warmth of his chest. The fabric of his shirt was soft against your skin, the scent of him surrounding you.

"Friends who can't keep their hands off each other when one of them is in pain," you teased.

His chest rumbled with laughter, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver down your spine. "Friends with benefits," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

You rolled your eyes, even though the idea didn't sound entirely unappealing. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves," you said, trying to keep the smile from your voice.

But the way his hand tightened around you, the way his breath hitched slightly, told you that maybe, just maybe, the idea was more tempting than you'd let on.

For now, though, you were content to lie there, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath you, his breath in your ear. The pain in his jaw was a constant throb, but in your arms, it was as if he'd found a temporary reprieve.

Your hand slid down to rest on his stomach, feeling the muscles tighten in response. You knew he was still aroused, that the desire between you hadn't disappeared just because you'd agreed to be careful.

But for now, this was enough. The gentle touches, the whispered words, the comfort of being close.

As the hours passed, the room grew brighter with the light of day, the pain in Lando's jaw a constant companion. But even as he winced with every movement, his eyes never left yours.

The connection you'd forged in the quiet of the early morning was still there, a bond that had grown stronger with every shared glance and every gentle caress. . . .

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Lessons

Length: +7k words

Genre: Smut

IVE Gaeul x Male Reader

(Author's Note: Thank you to the buyer for purchasing this commission, and thank you to @msafterhours for beta reading! If you are interested in purchasing a commission from me or simply want to leave a little tip, head on over to my ko-fi page!)

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“Ugh, this is so fucking annoying!” Gaeul groans, slamming her fist against the table, the clattering of silverware echoing throughout the apartment. Wonyoung, used to her sudden bursts of anger, doesn’t even look up from her phone. “I already told that old guy from SBS that I’m not interested, yet he keeps spamming my messages!”

“Why did you give him your number in the first place if you’re not interested?” Wonyoung inquires.

Gaeul’s cheeks turn a bright red, her gaze falling nervously to the side. “...You know why.”

“Because you’re horny?” Wonyoung posits, raising her brow.

The older girl’s face falls into her hands in misery, emitting a deep guttural groan that carries the weight of her dissatisfaction. “This is so unfair, how did you guys find boyfriends and I have to slog through all these gross older men and obnoxious boy group members?” Gaeul glances at her with a pout on her lips. “Am I ugly or something?”

Wonyoung sighs, gently holding her groupmate’s hand from across the table. “Of course you’re not ugly, you’re just… unlucky.” Gaeul faceplants into the table, her muffled whimpers eliciting sympathy from the younger girl. “Look, why don’t you just ask out our manager already? I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Gaeul’s face shoots up, tomato red with panic. “W-what are you talking about!? That’s our manager, that’s w-weird!”

Wonyoung scoffs. “And you think touching yourself while moaning his name isn’t weird?”

“H-how did y-”

“These walls are paper thin, just because you play ocean noises in the background doesn’t mean we can’t hear you.”

Gaeul sinks into her chair, covering her face in embarrassment. With a sigh, Wonyoung pulls up a website on her phone and slides it across the table. “Here, a bunch of my friends used this website when they were in your position and they all managed to find a boyfriend within a week.”

The older girl scans the phone, immediately grimacing at the shoddy nature of the website. Aside from an embedded video in the middle of the site and a measly drop down menu titled “Lessons”, it’s essentially barebones. All the text is in Comic Sans for some god awful reason, and whatever moron made this sorry excuse for a website decided to use bright orange over pink. It’s like wrapping a terrible gift in even uglier wrapping paper.

“Wonyoung, this is… grim,” she mutters.

Wonyoung shrugs. “The results speak for themselves.” She takes her phone back and walks towards her room at the end of the hallway. “You better watch those videos. You’re already ruining my beauty sleep, I won’t let you ruin beaches for me too,” she calls out, her bedroom door slamming behind her.

Gaeul leans her head against her palm, contemplating her options. She could ignore Wonyoung’s advice and continue to foolishly look around for dick until her standards drop so low that she ends up sleeping with — God forbid — some washed up 2nd gen idol, or she could learn a thing or two from that hideous website and ask out her hot manager, potentially making things awkward between them for the rest of her career. 

She barely has to think about it before pulling out her phone, pulling up the website in mere seconds. With a deep breath, she presses play on the first video.

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LESSON 1: HOW TO GET A MAN

Being the manager of one of the biggest girl groups in the world leaves you with little energy and even less free time. At first, it was fun. When IVE first debuted, they were nervous yet excited about finally achieving the dreams they’ve worked so hard for, and you wanted to help them out anyway you could, becoming a strong pillar that they can rely on. 

However, after a couple years of idol experience under their belt combined with their very quick rise to stardom, the job that you once loved turned into a complete nightmare, which only worsened once the girls found partners. Just last week, you had to wrestle a camera away from a Dispatch worker after he took photos of Rei sucking off her boyfriend in the middle of a park—all of this at 3 fucking AM. To add salt to the wound, instead of being commended for preventing a potential PR disaster, you got chewed out by your supervisor for not managing them well enough. Sure, let’s ignore the million other times you’ve warned them about doing stupid things in public that they keep ignoring. 

At least not all of them are a handful to deal with since Gaeul doesn’t have a boyfr-

*Ring Ring*

Speak of the devil. You answer your phone.

“Hey Gaeul, what’s up?”

“H-hi, um…” She clears her throat, her nervousness putting you on edge.

“Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?”

“N-no, it’s nothing like that! It’s just, uh… Are you busy tomorrow?”

You scan your desk, cluttered with a messy pile of paperwork. Even at your most productive, it’ll take you the entire week to get through everything alongside the plethora of meetings you’ll have to attend. “Yeah, I’ll probably be busy tomorrow, why?”

“Oh, um… How about Saturday?”

“Gaeul, what is this about?”

“Just…!” She sighs audibly in frustration. “Yes or no?”

Rolling your eyes, you take a quick glance at your calendar. Aside from a note that says “buy groceries”, it seems like your entire weekend is free. “Yes, I’m free on Saturday. What is this-”

“Great! I’ll text you an address. Be there at 5pm sharp. Bye!”

“Wai-”

Gaeul hangs up before you can utter another word, leaving you to wonder what all of this is about and why she sounded so nervous over the phone. Your mind runs through all the potential scenarios this could be. As far as you know, there aren’t any events Ive are performing at and filming for their YouTube show doesn’t start until next week. Could this be a prank the girls are pulling on you?

Even as you look up the address she sent you, all you're left with is more questions than answers.

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LESSON 2: HOW TO ACT PROPER ON A DATE

Saturday rolls around after another particularly difficult week of running around protecting IVE’s image. If you’re being honest, you fully expected to pass away from stress alone after Yujin and Liz nearly got caught having a foursome in someone’s pool by Dispatch yet again. At the very least, this photographer didn’t put up nearly as much of a fight as the last one.

As you travel to the far side of the city and stroll up to the fancy restaurant Gaeul all but forced you to come to, you silently pray that this isn’t some weird way of her announcing her new relationship to you. You enter the restaurant, almost immediately receiving a glare of disdain from the host as he scans your casual outfit of a T-shirt and jeans, unbefitting of the atmosphere.

“I’m sorry sir, but we have a strict dress code and we unfortunately cannot seat you with your current outfit,” he says, flashing a condescending smile.

“Actually, sorry if this is weird, but is a woman named Gaeul here?” you ask, ignoring his poor attitude.

He looks down at his podium, scanning through some papers before his expression suddenly shifts into something more genial. “Ah, of course! Right this way, sir.” He leads you down a side hallway that’s hidden away from the main seating area, and brings you to one of many doors. “Ms. Gaeul is right in this room, sir.”

You open the door, your jaw hitting the floor in awe as you scan the intricate decorations that adorn the room. A golden chandelier hangs overhead, illuminating everything in a warm glow, while beautifully realistic paintings of fruit bowls and flower vases hang on the walls. In the center of the room sits a table, draped with a red silk cloth and topped with lit candles that set a sort of romantic mood. Gaeul sits on one end, sporting a black strapless dress that shows off her milky skin and thin figure.

“Hi!” She says, walking to you with outstretched arms. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Hey— o-oh.” You flinch in surprise as she pulls you into a warm embrace, instinctually slotting your arm around her delicate waist. It’s the first hug you’ve shared with one of the members, and your discomfort quickly fades as you sink into her. 

“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable,” she says. You sit across from her, your eyes darting around the room, overwhelmed by the ambience. “You like the view?”

“Yeah, this place is pretty cool, but why did you want me to come here?”

“To surprise you of course!” 

Just then, a procession of servers files through the door, carrying silver platters full of food. With each dish they place, you salivate more and more, your stomach rumbling intensely. By the time the last dish is set, the entire table is filled with various dishes of different smells, colors, and textures, none of it discernible but all of it delicious. The final cherry on top is the bottle of expensive wine that the server pours into your glass. This is it. This is Heaven.

“Since you work so hard for us, I thought it would be fitting to treat you to a nice meal,” Gaeul explains, smiling at you. “You deserve it.

“W-wow, this is just… thank you so much, Gaeul,” You say, still scanning the food in front of you. “I wish you would’ve told me to wear something nicer though. That guy at the front side-eyed me the second I walked in.”

“It’s okay, I think you look sexy in anything you wear,” she giggles, cutting her laughter short with a bite of her lip. For a split second, you swear your heart skips a beat.

Blush grows on your cheeks, taken aback by her sudden compliment. “O-oh, uh, thanks. You look, um, very nice too.”

“Just nice?” She pouts cutely. “I got all dressed up for you and that’s all you’re gonna say?”

The heat in your face deepens as you nervously avert your gaze. You compliment the girls all the time, why do you suddenly feel weird about it now? “You look… very pretty, Gaeul.”

She grins warmly, satisfied by your answer. “Thank you. Now eat up! It’s all for you.”

You spend the next few minutes in pure bliss trying out every single dish, each bite better than the last. Sweet, savory, bitter, earthy, flavor combinations you never even knew existed dance around on your taste buds; pair that with the rich taste of the wine and suddenly, you’re floating on cloud nine.

“How’s the food?” She asks. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Of course I am,” you say, grinning at her. “I’m eating delicious food and drinking expensive wine with a beautiful girl.”

“Oh?” Her brow raises with intrigue, a smirk playing on her glossy lips. “Beautiful? I thought you said I was just pretty?”

“I-I mean yeah, the entire world thinks you’re beautiful,” you stutter, trying to keep your inhibitions in check, a task that’s becoming increasingly difficult with the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed.

“Okay, but what do you think?” Gaeul leans in like a predator backing up its prey into a corner, her light-hearted tone dropping to reveal something more sultry.

You gulp, beads of sweat forming on your head. “W-well, I think you’re a great performer and-”

“That’s not what I meant,” she states, staring intently at you. “Have you ever thought about me? Imagining what you would do to me if we were all alone with no one to bother us, just me and you?” She brings her spoon to her lips, giving it a slow, sensuous lick without ever breaking eye contact.

You shiver as her tongue dances across the silver, desperately wishing it was you instead of the damn spoon. You shouldn’t be having these impure thoughts—though you’d be lying if you said this is the first time you’ve looked at Gaeul this way. You’re her manager, Starship will toss you out in an instant if they suspect that you took the job just to get with the idols. But it’s so hard to think properly with the alcohol flowing through your system and the tightening in your pants.

 Tell her no. Stop her advances immediately before things get out of hand. Yet, you don’t object as Gaeul takes your hand, leading you out of the restaurant. The words start to meld together like goo, all you can make out is an utterance of a “good time” and how you’ve been such a “good boy”. You say a lot of things to her, probably—it’s hard to talk with her tongue shoved in your mouth—but as the taxi takes you to the familiar route towards her apartment, the only clear thought running through your head is how impossible it is to tell this girl “no”. 

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LESSON 3: HOW TO PLEASURE A MAN

Gaeul tosses her phone on her bed, scoffing in disgust. After her conversation with Wonyoung last night, she binge watched the first two lessons, even jotting down notes to remember for later. As much as she would hate to admit it, the questionable looking website is an information goldmine for a desperate soul like hers, it’s a wonder how she hasn’t stumbled upon it before. However, her view of it immediately soured again after watching the third lesson.

“Act submissive? Let him do whatever he wants?” Gaeul questions, reiterating the points made in the video. “What kind of bullshit advice is this? If I’m gonna sleep with someone, I’m not trying to be their little fuck doll or whatever!”

She paces around her room, hands running through her hair over and over again as the thoughts bounce around her frustrated mind. What’s the point in doing all this work trying to get a boyfriend if it only amounts to his pleasure? What about her needs? Is she supposed to be happy being reduced to a glorified cum rag?

Fuck no. A sudden realization hits her like a bolt from the blue — She’s Gaeul from IVE. An icon in one of if not the most popular girl group in the world. Any man should feel lucky that she even gave them the time of day.

With a newfound determination, Gaeul picks up her phone, her finger hovering tentatively over the “Call” button on her manager’s contract. She’ll use what she learned in the first two videos for sure; she’s not dumb enough to completely disregard their teachings. But if—no, when things get to the bedroom, she’ll do things her own way.

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You and Gaeul stumble through the door of the dorm, lips, limbs, and fingers intertwined in a needy ball of lust. Don’t even bother making it to her room, half of your clothes are already off by the time you reach the living room. Palm her toned stomach, savor the taste of her lewd moans dancing off her tongue and onto yours, shiver as her nails graze against your skin. Do all the dirty things you’ve kept hidden in the back of your mind.

Gaeul breaks away, sitting back on the couch as she strips away the rest of her dress, leaving her in a matching set of black undergarments. She spreads her legs, inviting you to fill the space in between.

“Eat me out,” she commands, words unwavering even as the sheen of arousal coating her thighs tells you exactly how badly she needs this. You quickly oblige, practically diving face first into her sweet heat. Discard her soaked panties; to you, they’re just another obstacle keeping you from what you really want.

“Good boy~,” Gaeul moans as you attack her slit with your tongue. You alternate between long, slow licks to flicking your tongue furiously against her clit. She yanks at your hair, forcing you to take a whiff of her sex. Her scent is intoxicating. You don’t even feel the pain anymore, all you can think about is about pleasuring her gorgeous pussy.

“F-fuck yes, lick my pussy, you fucking perv!” she goads you on and you follow her every command like the dog that you are. Her slim thighs wrap around your head, forcing you deeper and deeper into her until it’s physically impossible for you to get any closer. Forget the alcohol, you’re getting drunker on the sweet nectar dripping from her hole.

Fuck her with your fingers as you lap at her clit with a hunger you’ve never felt before. Her guttural moans are like a siren song, drawing you into her. The way her face contorts with pleasure is so alluring. You thought she was attractive already, but fuck this is the kind of beauty that only you are lucky enough to see. No hounding fans, no Dispatch, just you and Gaeul.

She grabs your hair, pulling you away from her heat, much to your dismay. “Take your fucking cock out,” she commands before pushing you back onto the floor. You make quick work of your boxers, but before you can ask for a condom, Gaeul’s already climbing all over you, lining up your painfully erect cock with her slit.

“W-wait, Gaeul-”

She clasps her hand over your mouth, leering at you with a ravenous glare. “I’ve waited too long for this to use a damn condom. You’re just gonna have to pull out or I’m kicking your ass out into the streets, got it?”

You nod, both terrified and turned on by this new side of Gaeul. With her hand still covering your mouth, she slowly impales herself on your rod, her face silently contorting with each inch of you she takes. You move to grab her hips, but she swats your hand away.

“Absolutely fucking not, we’re doing this my way,” she growls at you. All you can do is submit as she fucks herself onto you at a selfishly slow pace like you’re nothing more than her personal dildo. Your hot breath flows through the miniscule gaps in between her fingers, not even giving you the luxury of a deep breath. You want to get angry, you want to show her who’s boss, but each time she slams her hips down onto you, it’s like she sucks away your will to fight little by little until you're completely left at her mercy.

“Fuck, this is so much better than using my fingers,” she groans, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “I bet you’ve imagined this before, huh? Filling my pussy with your disgusting cock?”

You nod sheepishly. Her words aren’t entirely false; you’ve imagined what it would be like to sleep with some of the girls, but never did you think you would actually get the chance to. Gaeul rocks her hips back and forth, relishing in the way your breath quickens and your eyes twitch with each slam of her petite hips. You feel yourself begin to reach the apex of your climax and urgently tap her thighs to warn her, but all she does is laugh in your face.

“You wanna dump your cum deep into my cunt, don’t you? Impregnate me with your disgusting seed?” she teases. “I’m not on the pill. What are you gonna do?”

Your eyes clamp shut, trying desperately to ignore the building sensation in the pit of your stomach. But with her warm walls making you lose all sense of control, it’s only a matter of time before you inevitably burst inside of her. Right at the last second, you grab Gaeul’s hips and lift her off of you, shooting your cum onto your stomach. Gaeul’s body shakes violently as she reaches her own orgasm, furiously rubbing at her clit as her juices spray all over your torso. Once her messy climax subsides, she scoops a dollop of your semen off of your stomach and licks it, swirling your combined juices in her mouth with a smirk.

“Mmm, tasty,” she says, cupping your chin while her other hand strokes your semi-hard shaft. “You better get it up soon, I’m not done using you.”

“Y-yes…” you mutter, still basking in the high of your orgasm.

Her grip on your face deepens, digging her nails into your cheek. “Yes, who?”

“Yes… mistress,” you utter like the word is commonplace on your tongue. With an amused smirk, Gaeul plants a kiss on your lips, much gentler than you had anticipated.

“You learn quickly. Good boy~” Hearing her say that makes your skin shiver in delight, craving the sensual lilt in her voice. You want her approval. You need her approval. With her, you’re not her manager anymore, you’re her plaything that lives to serve her.

Gaeul bites her lip as she looks down at your cock, already at full mast once again. “Carry me to my room.”

“Yes, mistress,” you answer promptly, scooping her up into your arms. Gaeul nips at your ear as you carry her to her room, trapping yourself inside with the little beast that you’ve worked with for years. The line of morality blurs to the point of disappearing, almost as if it was never there in the first place. It doesn’t matter anymore. All you care about is serving your mistress until she’s completely satisfied.

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Your eyes blink open to sunlight peeking through the window. The mattress feels oddly soft, more so than usual. Maybe it’s finally time to bite the bullet and get a new mattress. A blinding headache keeps you glued to your back, unable to make any sudden movements. Your ceiling fan looks odd too. Has it always been this big?

The door clicks open followed by a few light footsteps. “Good morning!” That’s Gaeul’s voice. Why is that Gaeul’s voice?

Panic begins to ensue as you finally look around the room. This isn’t your room. This isn’t your mattress. That’s not your ceiling fan. And where the hell are your clothes?

“W-what the-”

“Here.” Gaeul hands you a water bottle. “I bet your hangover is killing you right now.”

You quickly cover yourself with a blanket, blushing sheepishly. “G-Gaeul… Why am I here? A-and where are my cloth-” Your jaw drops in shock as you scan her outfit — She’s wearing your t-shirt paired with nothing but black panties.

“W-why are you wearing my shirt!?”

She pouts at you, placing the water bottle on her nightstand. “Do you not remember what happened last night?” She leans in with a smirk. “Because I definitely do.”

Her warmth tickles your ear. It’s an oddly… pleasant feeling, but that’s not important right now. “D-did we…?”

“Have sex?” Gaeul finishes your sentence, sitting down next to you. “Yes, we did. And it was amazing.”

Your face falls into your hands. You could lose your job for this. Hell, you could get blacklisted from the entire industry. No one’s going to want to hire a manager that fucked an idol they were supposed to be managing. This is it. You’re gonna have to flee the country, maybe even change your name. You’ll become a beet farmer on some remote island where your only friend is a seagull and-

“Hey,” Gaeul soothes you, rubbing your back. “You look worried. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I-I should’ve never let this happen, I could lose my job, my apartment, my-”

“You’re not gonna lose your job,” she assures you. “If they fire you, I’ll threaten to leave the group.” You turn to her, confused. “W-what, why?”

“Because…” A light blush grows on her cheeks. “I like you. And you made me feel sooo good last night.”

“U-um…”

“Do you still not remember what happened?” she sighs. You shake your head no. “Hmm… maybe this will help jog your memory.”

With a smirk, Gaeul cups your chin, forcing you to look at her. Her hair is still messy and her face is barren without makeup, yet she still looks so beautiful in front of you. She leans in, giving you that same pleasant feeling as her breath dances on your earlobe.

“Good boy.”

Like a movie, the scenes of last night’s misdeeds play vividly in your mind, reminding you exactly what transpired: The dinner. The taxi ride. The sex. Holy fuck, the sex. You’ve dated submissive girls before, but the way Gaeul dominated you was a whole different experience, nothing you’ve ever felt before. She took away your ability to breathe properly, completely leaving you at her mercy, and you enjoyed it. It felt dirty, but it felt good.

Gaeul chuckles as she notices your erection poking through the blanket. “Did that turn you on?”

“N-no, uh…”

“You’re really gonna be shy about it now? It looked like you were enjoying yourself more than I was last night,” she teases.

The blush on your cheeks deepen. “L-look, I… I’ve never done that kind of thing before. Hell, I’ve never had sex with an idol before. This is all kinda new to me,” you admit.

Gaeul sighs, gazing at the wall in contemplation. “I’ve never done anything like that before either. But I liked it.” She turns to you. “Did you like it?”

“Uh… Yeah. I did.”

“Would you want to keep doing it?”

The threat of losing your job still lingers in your mind. This is all new and potentially dangerous territory, and you have no idea what the future could possibly hold for either of you. But you would be the biggest idiot in the world if you lied to yourself and declined her offer.

“Yeah. I want to keep doing this with you,” you say. With a smile, Gaeul tears away the blanket and excitedly jumps into your lap, her crotch resting on your exposed erection. The thin fabric of her panties is the only thing keeping you separated from her sweet pussy.

“So does that mean you’ll be my boyfriend?” She asks, now grinding her hips against you. Your breath gets thinner as the heat of ecstasy fills up your entire body.

“Y-yes, I would love to be your boyfriend.”

Gaeul grabs your chin, her nails sinking into the flesh of your cheeks. “Yes, who?”

A moan escapes your lips as the pleasure mixes with the pain, leaving you in a state of bliss. “Yes, mistress.”

She smirks at you before taking off your shirt, revealing her perky tits and her petite waist to you. “Good boy. I can’t wait to play with you some more~”

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LESSON 4: HOW TO MAKE IT LAST

The last few weeks have been the most exciting weeks of your life. All the previous stress of working as IVE’s manager practically disappeared now that you were with Gaeul. No more wrestling with Dispatch after one of the members gets caught anymore, all she has to do is assert her dominance as the oldest and the rest of the members will listen to her. If you knew that a cheat sheet was underneath your nose this whole time, you would’ve dated her sooner.

Of course, to avoid any controversy and damage to the group, your relationship was kept a secret from everyone, including the members. However, that didn’t stop her from constantly calling you to fulfill her needs. It doesn’t matter where, when, or how many people are around, if she’s in need of release, you’re on your knees, lapping at her pussy like it’s your last meal. Gaeul is absolutely crazy, but you would be downright insane to tell your mistress “no”.

After a couple of close calls, both of you decided that it would be best to come clean to her members about your relationship. It’s already hard enough trying to keep your hands off of each other; you wouldn't want any of them to walk in on the two of you while your tongue is deep inside your girlfriend. At first, you assumed that Gaeul would simply send a quick text to the girls to alert them, but it seems like she has some other plans in mind as the two of you wait for them in one of Starship’s meeting rooms.

Gaeul moans in delight as you suck on her neck while she grinds against your leg. “Fuck, that feels good, baby,” she coos.

“Not that I’m complaining, but don’t you think it’ll be awkward if they walk in on us like this?” You ask, nipping at her ear.

“I locked the door, so they’ll have to knock before they can come in.” Of course she accounted for that. God, you fucking love her. “Now shut up and get back to sucking.”

“Yes, mistress,” you oblige, sinking your fingers into her ass as you ravage her neck. However, your playtime is cut short as a knock at the door signals the presence of the other girls.

“God dammit,” you groan. “Can we make this quick, babe? I need you so badly.”

Gaeul flashes you a mischievous smirk, giving you a soft parting kiss before climbing out of your lap. “Don’t worry, cutie, we’ll get to have some fun sooner than you think.” You ogle at her hips as she sashays over to the door, unlocking it and smiling brightly at Wonyoung, Yujin, Liz, and Rei as they file through. You try to offer a similar smile, but with the aching in your jeans, you’re barely coherent enough to breathe properly.

“I’m so glad you guys could make it!” Gaeul exclaims, locking the door behind them.

“Of course!” Yujin replies. “You said you had an important announcement, so that means it’s important to us too!”

“Couldn’t you just text us though? And why is our manager here?” Rei asks, eyeing the two of you suspiciously. You nervously avert your gaze, looking towards Gaeul for support.

“Because he’s part of this and I wanted to show you guys something in person,” Gaeul explains. She takes a quick breath before continuing. “So, I’m sure you’re all aware of how much I’ve been complaining about not having a boyfriend, and-”

“Wah! You got a boyfriend!?” Liz exclaims, connecting the dots fairly quickly. “Who is it? Is it that one rookie that was staring at you during recording last week?”

“Ew, no,” she grimaces. “It’s actually someone all of you know very well.” Gaeul suddenly climbs onto your lap, planting a delicate kiss on your cheek. Normally, you would feel pretty nervous about doing something this vulgar in front of others, but her body heat combined with your raging hormones from your interrupted makeout session makes you completely forget about everyone else. A billion people could be watching and you would still let this gorgeous beauty do anything she wants to your body.

The girls applaud at Gaeul’s announcement, except for Wonyoung, who overdramatically rolls her eyes at the news. “You called us in to tell us this? It was so obvious you two were dating, you were practically attached at the hip for the past couple weeks.”

Gaeul chuckles, eyes darkening as she captures you with her gaze. “Actually, there’s something else I wanted to show you guys too.” Much to your dismay, she gets off of you and drags a chair some distance away from you, sitting down. “You see, our manager here is actually a bit of a freak.”

The girls stifle their laughter as they glance at you, causing your cheeks to burn with embarrassment and confusion. “U-um, babe? W-what are you-”

“I could’ve acted like some ‘ditzy little fuck doll’ and let him have his way with me,” Gaeul scoffs, disdain dripping in her tone. “But then I thought ‘Why should I let him have all the fun? Our dear manager is always bossing us around, so why don’t I take charge for once?’ Granted, it was a gamble, but it paid off sooo fucking well. Don’t you agree, baby?”

Your cheeks grow redder by the second as they all look at you expectantly. “I-I mean, yeah, I-I liked it-” Suddenly, a piece of fabric hits you in the face. You examine it in your hands, your eyes growing wide with shock as you realize what it is — Gaeul’s shirt.

The rest of her members cheer at her boldness while your heart pounds against your chest, tracing her silhouette with your hungry gaze. “Crawl,” she commands.

Your eyes dart nervously between her and the rest of the girls, desire and judgment warring in your mind. “B-b-but-”

“I didn’t say you could speak,” she spits, her eyes narrowing. “Now, be a good boy and fucking crawl.”

A flip switches in your brain as desire wins the war by a landslide. Any hint of embarrassment you once held is now gone, replaced by an overwhelming amount of lust. You fall to your hands and knees, ignoring the hollering from the other girls. To you, they don’t exist anymore. All that matters is satisfying your mistress in any way you can. 

Gaeul harshly grips your hair once you reach her, forcing you to stare into her eyes. The heat from her breath hits your face, driving you mad with want. You swear a glob of drool falls from your lip at the thought of getting to taste her sweet pussy again. 

She drags her thumb over your lips, smirking. “Tell them what you are,” she orders, turning your head towards her members. Wonyoung rests her head against her palm like she’d rather be somewhere else, while Yujin starts recording you with her phone, no doubt to hold it over your head if you inconvenience her later on. Liz stares at you, deeply flustered, yet a hint of jealousy in her eyes, and you notice Rei sneakily trying to touch herself, her face beet red with pent up arousal.

“I am mistress’s plaything. I live to satisfy her and her alone, no matter where or when she asks me to,” you state. Wonyoung mouths an impressed “Oh wow” at Gaeul before glancing at you with a hint of disgust in her eyes.

Your hair is yanked back towards your girlfriend. “Mmm, it’s cute just how pathetic you fucking look. I bet you want your reward now, don’t you?” She teases the hem of her shorts with her other hand, flashing a glimpse of her panties at you. You nod enthusiastically, ignoring the pain in your scalp while you pant like a dog with desperation.

“Y-yes, please. I want you so badly, mistress. I crave the taste of your sweetness,” you beg. She smirks at you before standing up and removing her shorts, leaving just the fabric of her panties to block you from the true prize within like a wrapper on a candy bar. Hastily, you move your hands to the hem of her panties, but she quickly swats them away.

“Use your teeth, you fucking dog,” she spits.

“Yes, mistress.” As you get closer to her heat, her scent wafts through your nose, sending your mind deeper into a frenzy. You bite down onto the hem and jerk your head downwards, quickly uncovering the object of your desire hiding underneath. With her panties hanging from your teeth, you look up at her in search of her approval.

“Damn, I wish my boyfriend was that obedient…” Liz mutters under her breath.

Gaeul gently cups your chin, smiling at you with a palpable desire in her eyes. You love that look. You want her to look at you like that all the time, even if it means humiliating yourself in front of the girl group that you are paid to take care of. You are her pet, her plaything, her good boy that does anything she wants.

“Lick my pussy, baby,” she whispers, commanding yet soft. She bites her lip as she watches your face inch closer and closer to her dripping core, glistening and beautiful. You run your tongue along her slit, gratefully lapping at her juices while your hands caress her slender thighs. Gaeul grinds her hips against your face, pulling at your hair every time you make contact with her clit.

“F-fuck yes!” she moans, forgetting about the audience that she brought along. “J-just like that… Such a good boy… K-keep fucking me with that tongue, oh fuck!”

The sound of her pleasure is your favorite song, but it gets harder to hear as her thighs clamp around your ears. No matter; you’re doing this for her and not for you, after all. Double your efforts to please her, work your fingers into her hole while you flick your tongue against her clit. Don’t worry about the cramping in your tongue or the lack of oxygen in your lungs. All the pain is worth it for your mistress.

You feel her entire body contract as her orgasm overtakes, nearly collapsing on top of you in the process. You do your best to support her body, all while drinking up her nectar like it’s the first drop of rainfall during a long drought. The familiar tanginess hits your tongue, a flavor that you crave more than the fancy dinner she treated you on your first night together.

“H-holy shit…” Gaeul stutters, holding onto your shoulders for support as she catches her breath. “Get on the chair… I-I wanna ride you…”

You notice her legs are still shaking underneath her. “A-are you sur-”

“I said get on the fucking chair!”

You quickly jump to your feet and do as you're told, subtly making sure Gaeul doesn’t fall over before moving from underneath her. She silently scorns you with a furious glare for not immediately following her orders. The rest of the girls watch with bated breath, not used to this side of her.

Gaeul makes quick work of your jeans and your boxers, roughly squeezing your shaft in between her fingers. “Are you gonna keep fucking disobeying me, or are you gonna follow my instructions like a good boy?” she whispers harshly into your ear.

You squirm underneath her grasp, the pain only turning you on even more. “I-I’ll be a good boy, mistress. I s-swear.”

“U-um…” Wonyoung nervously interjects. “Isn’t this a bit much, Gaeul? He looks like he’s in pain.”

Gaeul wraps her other hand around your neck, her palm pushing against your Adam's apple. You moan against her touch, enjoying the lightheadedness. “Don’t you like this, baby? Don’t you love being a good little dog for me?” She teases, slowly stroking your cock.

“Y-yes, I love it so much. I love being my mistress’s dog,” you say, your breath shivering.

Gaeul turns back to Wonyoung. “See? He likes it,” she states simply. Wonyoung concedes and sinks into her chair, continuing to watch the sick and twisted display of affection in front of her with faint but growing interest.

With that out of the way, Gaeul turns back to you and hops into your lap, teasing your tip by dragging it along her wet slit. “Do you want this pussy, baby? Do you want to fill it with your disgusting cock?” 

“Y-yes, mistress. I want you so badly.” Your skin crawls as jolts of electricity shoot through you with each slow drag of her lips. Any ounce of sanity you had left has completely turned into mush at this point. Despite your basest desires, you know better than to thrust into her without her permission. She has you right under her thumb, and any mistake could mean getting squashed without warning.

Her grip on your neck tightens. “Beg for it, bitch.”

“P-please… I-I need it… N-need you…” you manage to choke out, writhing under her grasp. She grins at you, shoving a messy kiss on your lips as she slams her hips down onto you. She rips a moan from deep within your chest as you grant her tongue free reign over yours, earning a hum of satisfaction in response. Her velvety walls grip onto your cock, squeezing any remaining energy you had left. You’re nothing more than a glorified dildo to be used by your merciful mistress.

Gaeul suddenly breaks the kiss, slapping you across the face. Blood rushes to your cheek, now marked red by her hand.

“Gaeul…!” Yujin gasps in shock. “Th-that’s-”

“Do it again!” you plead, silencing her concern. “P-please, mistress. Hit me again.”

Your mistress bites her lip at you, intensifying the gyration of her hips while blessing your cheeks with a frenzy of slaps. You grow dizzy with pain and pleasure, higher than any drug could ever take you. 

“T-take it, you fucking dog!” she moans, continuing her assault on your face as her second orgasm rapidly approaches. You feel your own quickly following suit and tap her thigh to warn her, but Gaeul instead wraps her arms around you, showing no signs of slowing down her hips.

“I-I’m safe today, b-baby,” she whispers into your ear, much more gentle than she usually is. “Y-you can c-cum in me if you want… I f-fucking love you…”

The walls of her gorgeous pussy squeeze your shaft as she squirts onto your cock. You follow her soon after, covering her insides with your cum for the first time ever, clinging onto Gaeul’s delicate body. Your mind floats around in pure ecstasy, a feeling you never want to let go of. Gaeul lazily kisses on your neck as she recovers from her high.

“I… love you… too,” you breathlessly mutter before falling victim to exhaustion and collapsing against the chair. Gaeul climbs off of your lap and collects her discarded clothing off the ground, stumbling with each step.

“Well… that was interesting to say the least,” Yujin says after a long silence, finishing the recording on her phone.

“Send me that video later, that was really hot…” Rei whispers to her.

“Um, is he gonna be okay?” Liz asks. “I’m pretty sure we have a schedule tomorrow.”

Gaeul looks over to your now sleeping form and smiles with adoration. She kisses your reddened cheek, careful not to wake you. “He’ll be fine, I’m pretty sure,” she assures them.

Wonyoung stands up from her seat. “I’m glad you found a good… boytoy, or whatever you call him,” she says, patting Gaeul’s shoulder before leaving the meeting room. The rest of the girls follow suit, leaving Gaeul alone with you as she waits for you to wake up.

She slides a chair next to you and plants another gentle kiss on your cheek before sitting. “Good boy~” she whispers delicately, resting her head on your shoulder.