#sorry that’s not the point of the ask I was just musing

[imujings]

you make my dreams hall & oates and seungkwan :)))

what i've got's full stock of thoughts and dreams that scatter then you pull them all together, and how i can't explain

wc <1k. warnings cursing, talk about Growing UpTM. jay’s musings i’m going to rip my hair out this req is so CUTE pls and it fits boo so well :(( also just gives vibes of growing up in love :( also. this is a Formal Apology to everyone who read my bsk birthday angst. please receive it well LOL

“You only got one?”

Seungkwan juts his bottom lip out in a pout when you plop down next to him on the scorching hot patio. The mango Melona you unwrapped inside is already melting, sticking to your fingers with sweet syrupy goodness.

“I only have one, dumbass. Told you this before I went in to get it.”

A cicada buzzes somewhere in the vicinity behind Seungkwan and he yelps, hands flying to your arm for security. You scoff as the cream popsicle almost tumbles off its stick.

“Yah, be careful of where you’re putting your hands, ‘Kwan,” you complain.

The boy mumbles a sorry, slowly releasing your forearm. Even though a heatwave’s currently raging on in your city, there’s a slight pang in your heart at his touch disappearing, like you’ve lost part of him you can’t get back.

To compensate for the loss, you offer him the rest of the Melona, watching in amusement as he side eyes you before taking it in his nimble fingers.

The unbearable high temperatures have left you and your bestfriend bored, to say the least. Air conditioning in your area only worked so well, leaving the two of you having to escape outside as a last resort and hope the breeze was enough to fan your faces. You’re sporting your thinnest tee; Seungkwan his most revealing tank.

You lazily crack a smile at him when he finishes the popsicle without needing to be told twice. Silence swallows you two, not unlike the summer heat—but in contrast, the lull is tolerable. Welcomed, even.

As much as you adored talking about senseless things and the boy next to you adored shaming you for said senseless things, these comfortable moments of quiet were some of your favorites. It was incredibly (albeit surprisingly) easy to relax around Seungkwan. While others might preach that it’s hard to let walls down once built, you aren’t even sure if you laid down a foundation for your bestfriend, letting him into your life like it was second nature.

Sometimes, people squeeze into your life to take up space in the missing cracks that leak emptiness. Other times, they slot in perfectly like the space was personally hand-crafted for them to take up.

You like to think Seungkwan fits the latter description pretty nicely.

The sun beats down mercilessly on your face. You close your eyes, praying to whatever higher up power there is for even a hint of wind.

“How many more times d’ya think we’re gonna get to do this?” Seungkwan suddenly asks.

His question has your eyes fluttering open to look at him. Seungkwan’s hair sticks to his forehead, his cheeks rosy from the humidity. His lips, slightly shiny from ice cream residue, are pursed in thought. The briefest, fleeting idea of swiping the glossiness away with your thumb takes root in your mind.

You dig it up and throw the seedling away.

Your name being said startles you, and you blink hurriedly. “Hm?”

“Were you even listening to me?” Seungkwan whines in exasperation. “You’re such a fake friend.”

“Excuse me, who just shared their last mango Melona with you?”

“That’s besides the point!”

Your laughter is as bright as the beaming sun. Seungkwan’s breath hitches from beside you and you bump his shoulder with a giggle.

“Why’re you asking that like we’re gonna die in the next few days?” you tease. “It’s not like the world is ending or something.”

Your bestfriend hesitates. Inches his fingers closer to yours on the patio. “I mean like, college is starting soon. We’re going to different universities. We won’t have time for each other anymore. How many more moments are we gonna get like this where the only thing we’re worried about is feeling cool?”

“I’m always cool,” you wryly grin. Seungkwan hits your shoulder and you fake a wail.

“You are so childish.”

Ah. There it is. The underlying, nervous chatter in his voice that makes you want to swaddle him in your arms until his breath steadies. Sitting up straighter, you rest your hands in your lap, picking at a scab you had gotten a few days back from wandering in the woods with Seungkwan. A soft hum escapes you.

“I don’t think anything will change,” you reassure solemnly.

You can tell the boy is biting the inside of his cheek from how the side of his face slightly sucks in on itself. “How can you tell?”

“Easy,” you reach over and tap the threaded bracelet Seungkwan wears on his right wrist; it’s woven together with little glass beads that remind you of his eyes in the light. “Does your bracelet break every time you wear it out?”

He looks at you weirdly. You only smile.

“I’m with you, no matter if I’m a little damp from a shower or a little worn out from a harsh outing. It’s like how water is wet and grass is green. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west and I’m your bestfriend.”

You reach over again, this time taking a hold of his hand. He entwines your fingers together with no hesitation.

“I guess you’re right,” Seungkwan swings your hands back and forth to the beat in his head—his fingers are a little clammy from the heat, but you don’t mind. “But bracelets can still be broken if tugged on hard enough.”

His hand slides downwards, taking interest in the matching bracelet that wraps around your own wrist. You grin at him once more.

“Well, they can always be remade, yeah? Who says you can’t create something all over again, as long as you put equal parts effort and love into it?”

The sun’s rays catch the glass beads just right, twinkling like stars, and Seungkwan’s lips twitch upwards into a wide smile.

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[princessleechan]

special treatment (m) - chapter 17 Written Chapter 18+

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Mingyu’s eyes snapped open to be enveloped in darkness. Immediately, he sat up, only to whine to himself under his breath about feeling a sudden head rush, facing the well-deserved consequences of the late night of indulgence in bittersweet spirits. The moment he was able to adjust the ache, he looked over at your side of the bed to notice no pillow wall and saw you sound asleep with help from the sliver of moonlight bleeding from the blinds casting over you. You looked peaceful, at ease in your dreamland as Mingyu once had the pleasure of witnessing before, meanwhile, he was mentally spiraling. Last night, something had to have happened; nothing could confirm it with the crunk goggles he had on.

Had he dreamt it all? Was he some pervert? An HR nightmare?

Amid his contemplation, you stirred in your sleep, softly mumbling incoherently before sitting up on the bed. You rubbed your eyes to adjust to the barely visible lighting, hardly making out the dark, shadowy silhouette beside you in bed. “Mingyu?” You croaked.

He gazed over at you apologetically. “Hey. Sorry for waking you up.”

You shook your head, giving him a vision of only a dark, shadowy mop of hair shaking excitedly in front of him, forming a small smile on his face. “Hmm. It’s ok. I’m just glad you’re okay,” you reassured.

“Did something happen?” He asked cautiously.

You tilted your head to the side, musing at his shadow. “What do you remember?”

“I remember us doing…something together.”

“Something like what?” You chuckled, rubbing your eyes, finding bits of sleep still stuck in them.

Mingyu was usually a smart guy. He usually made the right decisions, but as he’s learned, you made him say and behave sometimes in the most unbearably pathetic and occasionally humiliating ways, at least to him. There were a million and one ways he could’ve responded to you, and he possibly answered in the most unslick, unsuave way ever. “I don’t wanna get in trouble if I mistook it for a dream—not that I had an inappropriate dream about us two! I just…damn it.”

You stifled a laugh, grateful he could not see you in the dark. “Mingyu, I think you remember just fine.”

“So, that all really happened? We really kissed?”

You felt your cheeks subtly flush at the thought of the passing memory. “To put it lightly? Yes.”

He groaned, ruffling his hands in his hair. His frustration was clear as day. “Why can’t I remember anything after that? How did I end up falling asleep?”

“Well…I think you may have overwhelmed yourself to the point of exhaustion because you knocked out the second I got on top of you.”

Like an oncoming train, the memories were all coming back to him now, rushing back, coloring his thoughts with images and sensations. One minute, it was just you and him, mouths connecting and reconnecting over and over again, bodies flushed against one another until there was nothing but heat between them. The room felt as though it was spinning and at the same time had come to life, simply all because he did what he had been scared to do before: make the first move. 

And in that moment when you held gazes, all he could think about was kissing you. His coworker. The person on his mind since he’s started his job. The person he had recently realized he’d been falling for. The person that solidified being the object of his desire during this trip the more he’s been in proximity with you. The person he soon learned had lips so wonderfully soft and a body so warm and plush that he swooned and literally…fell out of consciousness out of pure, utter ecstasy. Of course, he did. He couldn’t go a day without embarrassing himself, could he?

He squeezed his eyes shut, recoiling in horror as he flared his nostrils out of view, making inaudible screams in the darkness as he buried his face in his hands. The sheer mortification eventually subsided before he returned his attention to you. “Well, this will be going on the worst moments of my life list.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you kindly assured, “You were pretty drunk and used up a lot of energy. I don’t blame you if you needed the sleep.”

He sighed, a soft whine squeaking out his throat. He folded himself to press his chin to his knees, bowing his head. “I’m sorry, that is not how I wanted that to go.”

“Please, don’t be. In the afternoon, we have checkout, and after that, our flight. Let’s just—“

“No!” He quickly replied, balling the sheets into fists beneath him before slowly releasing. He fixed his posture and he tried to settle down his nerves, feeling his heart run a million miles a minute. “Sorry. I was not entirely there and…I apologize for putting you in that situation. I’m so embarrassed; I assure you I’m not usually like that.”

“It’s okay, but maybe it’s for the best.”

His eyes shot up at you, full of dismay, and although you couldn’t see them past the darkness, you could hear it in his shift in tone. “Is that what you really think?”

“There was a moment, and we both had a little to drink. I think we should leave it at that.” It was then that he heard the ruffling of pillows and the shuffling of the bed, sounds of readjusting into bed. He was quick to recognize your intent, your tactic of remedying the situation with evasion, ignoring it happened entirely. “Let's get some sleep, hmm?”

Mingyu’s hands quickly found your forearm in the darkness. Within seconds, light spread throughout the room as he flicked on the bedside lamp, revealing you in your sleepwear for the evening. Unlike the previous night, this one was slightly more revealing, with a low neckline and thin straps hardly holding up the fabric attached. It exposed your arms, shoulders, and the skin he remembered he ached to touch—the skin he still ached to touch even now.

He took a deep breath, clearing his thoughts. Sitting parallel to you with crossed legs, you were forced to face him, catching every deviation in his expression whether you wanted to or not. “…You said I shouldn’t feel safe around you.”

You glanced at him, remembering how he still wore the black dress shirt and slacks from last night, making you think about how devastatingly gorgeous he still looked hours later. You would’ve helped him change if you didn’t feel utterly repulsed by your own impure thoughts. “I did.”

“Do you feel that way still?”

“Yes,” you answered earnestly, crossing your arms.

“Even after…I kissed you?”

You tugged the covers closer to you, establishing physical boundaries to retain even a little bit of sanity you had left in you. His zeal to push your buttons not meant to be pushed never ceased to amaze you. “I think you should feel more worried about being around me.”

“And if I don’t?” He challenged, eyes blazed with fire, testing your patience. “Besides passing out, I don’t regret a single thing that happened tonight.”

You shook your head, denying him or yourself; you didn’t know. All you knew was the moment you looked into his eyes, you lost control of who you decided to be. You never had that issue until now; Mingyu was the anomaly that disturbed your peace and you couldn’t let it continue.

“We work together. Right across from each other every hour of every day. It’s not something you want to experiment with.”

“Who said anything about experimenting?”

You softly scoffed, despite knowing the sincerity behind his words. Your fingers tensed over the hems of the covers, and underneath you, you anxiously rubbed your thighs. “I’m being serious.”

He inched closer, respectfully keeping his hands in his lap. “So am I. I’m serious when I tell you that last night confirmed something for me that I was too scared to admit, and it’s that I like you. More than I realized.”

You sighed, feeling your heart tighten and stomach coiling at his confession, confirming your own feelings as well. 

“Mingyu, I like you too.” You said, finally meeting his hopeful eyes only to see their light dim with the words that followed. “You’re a good secretary and colleague. I don’t want the company to lose someone like you. You’ve improved too much at your job to throw it all away.”

It was his turn to scoff, shaking his head in disbelief as his hair fell over his face. “Why are you acting like you didn’t kiss me back?” He mumbled glumly.

Your heart ached the longer the moment prolonged. “It was a mistake, a moment of weakness.”

He lifted his head, giving a thousand-mile stare behind your head. “Still, you shouldn't have kissed me back like that.”

“…And it was wrong of me. I should’ve—“

“Save it,” He cut off, swallowing a lump in his throat. He turned to the opposite side of the edge of the bed and faced the wall, his back completely towards you. “I get it. I just thought…I’m sorry. I’m the one who ended up making things weird now.”

Fuck.

“Mingyu, you…” You ran a palm over your face, softly groaning. “You were honest with me, so I’ll be honest with you. I…I do find you attractive, okay? And that’s the problem.”

His shoulders visibly tensed before slowly dropping, silence following, which you took as a sign to continue speaking. Only you weren’t sure how to start. Maybe the beginning was the best, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint when that was either. All you knew now was that he needed to know why you’ve been behaving the way you have and why you’re so insistent on carrying on this attitude around him as if it was his fault when you should’ve taken responsibility. You’ve been avoiding it, and it was time that had to change.

“Ever since that company dinner, maybe before that, I had been feeling something weird, and I can’t even begin to explain it. I saw things in my sleep that I definitely shouldn’t have about you, and I—I couldn’t look at you. It was awful because we had just begun getting close and creating this camaraderie, and I didn’t want to ruin that, but I guess I did anyway by avoiding you. I just couldn’t be in the same room with you thinking about you in that way or feeling guilty about it. It came to a point where I couldn’t even focus at work, and I just—fuck. I’m not making any sense. You are just��”

“Just what?” He asked in the softest of tones. His eyes sparked with a new sense of conviction and fondness as he turned his head, watching you speak the most you’ve ever spoken to him in all the time they’ve ever worked together.

You tried to reassume a look of composure, conjuring the poker face you’ve always held up at meetings, press conferences, bad first dates, and with Mr. Kim when he tells a bad joke. “In summary, you’re a distraction. I’m sure what I’m feeling will eventually pass, and for now we need to be vigilant and stay professional if we want to sustain the healthy relationship we had.”

He spun back to face you, dipping his weight on the bed so that it squeaked similarly to the way it did last night, heating your cheeks and catching you off guard as he moved in closer, sitting on his knees just a foot away from you.

“I think we’re a little past that,” he pointed out, curling a strand behind your ear and burning the tip, earning him a stern glare to which he returned with a small grin.

“You know work is important to me,” you tried reasoning, voice gradually softening. “It should be important to you.”

He inched even closer, lowering his body so your knees touched with the covers as a barrier. “I do, and it is, but I don’t know how I’ll work alongside you knowing… I’m not alone in my feelings for you. I can’t do nothing.”

“…I know, but you have to realize this has already screwed with me before anything has even happened, so once something actually does and it ends badly—”

His hand crept over your face, cupping your cheek, letting the cool palm of his hand soothe the heat of your face, cutting you off. “I want to give us a try, even if it’s just for the night…but only if you want it too, and maybe neither of us will ever have to wonder if this is a mistake or not.”

He adjusted his weight on the mattress and creaked the foundation of the bed. His upper body leaned forward, looming over you, close enough to have the tip of his nose graze with yours, your bated breaths mingled, and your eyes met in an unspoken way like that night: intense and undeniable. Leaving you to be utterly putty in his hands. Just like you were scared you’d be.

“Is that okay?” he quietly asked.

You didn’t move, basking in the subtle, lingering smell of whiskey with the sweetest notes of apple on his breath as it wafted into your nose, feeling it tear down your defenses. Eyes glued to his lips, quivering as they were, atoms away from yours, and all your hope of going back to the way things were before the kiss—the relatively normal things, if there were any—seemed lost. Yet, you couldn’t find a single ounce of remorse as your chest heaved, instead thinking about all the ways that night might’ve gone had he not lost consciousness.

With the lingering self-preservation you had, you had one thing left to ask him, hoping it would direct him in the logical path that you weren’t willing to take on your own volition. “You’re still a little buzzed, aren’t you?”

His hand reached toward you to thumb over your features and landed on your mouth, gently brushing the corner of your lips, showing dry residuals of drool, showing proof of good sleep. “No. I couldn’t be more sober,” he softly answered, and he closed the gap.

Mingyu relived the details of that night as every little nerve of his body twitched with recognition, claiming you with every fiber of his being and rejoicing as you reciprocated, letting your mouths move in sync. The softness of your hair, the plushness of your lips, the scent of your skin. He wanted to etch you to every part of his body so he could fear you even if you weren’t near. You felt that amazing.

In a brief moment of clarity, you tugged him off by his collar, looking at him through an intoxicated, half-lidded gaze. “We can’t go back to the way things were before this,” you warned weakly.

“I don't want it to,” he replied, reconnecting your lips hungrily.

Your hands clasped over his face, mouths stopping just in front of each other and breathing each other's air. “I’ll be extra strict and mean to you at work to make up for all of this,” you warned, breathlessly.

He smiled against your lips. “I’ll survive.”

Warmth pooled in your stomach as you chased after his pace, pulling him flush back against you. His hands trailed down your body, claiming your waist before startling you as he had you straddle him while he leaned against the headboard. You momentarily broke apart with a gasp, adjusting to the rush of adrenaline before seeing you share a smile and close the distance again.

His hands felt for the silk of your top, smoothing over your backside, and melted at the sweetest sounds leaving your lips, sensing how warm they made his ears. Addicted to the cacophony, he found his lips peppering kisses over your collarbone, seeking more as he nipped at your skin, and pleased hearing your voice grow louder in his ears as he trailed up your neck to mouth over your throat.

As moans slipped through your swollen lips, you ran your hands beneath his shirt to feel his skin burn against your palms like a furnace, clawing against his taut frame. Soon, your path fell south, letting your digits undress the same shirt you helped dress that evening and set it on the bed, letting his sweltering, bare upper body embrace you as you traced every line and curve of him until you could draw him from memory. You started to slowly grind on his lap, feeling his groin brush against you as his bulge grew in response. 

He let out a throaty moan, savoring the fervor of your hips enthusiastically using him for your pleasure, swelling his heart with pride as the arousal in his pants strained against the seams. His eyes fluttered in and out of focus. Licking his lips, he filled his hands with your hips, guiding them over his bulging size, listening to the mewls ebbing out of your lips as he harshly pressed you into him, letting the friction send you on an addictive high.

You dug the pads of your fingers into his shoulders, your breath tickling his ears. “Gyu…”

His jaw slowly dropped, propping his legs to kneel you closer. “Oh my gosh, never stop calling that; I’ll make it my ringtone.”

“You’re so cute…”

Finding his hands, you took them under your shirt, letting him touch your lower back before they crawled up your sides and cupped the underside of your breasts. You guided him to rub against you, letting the balls of his palms perk up your tight peaks before he regained control and decided to flick his thumbs over them, reeling at how you jumped at the sensation. Softly giggling, he looked up at you through his lashes before helping the shirt off your head, exposing your torso, and sighed in awe. “Damn.”

“Shut up,” you quietly laughed, combing through his hair and watching him lower his head. 

His lips wrapped around one stiff bud, sucking and coating it with the inside of his mouth and tracing it in circles while giving the other tasteful pinches, lewdly looking at you for approval and was pleased to feel the twitches in his lap as much as he was to hear the whines entering his ears. His hips were softly pistoned up inside you as his presence just grew bigger, rubbing against your slit and pressing against your clit, making him impossible to ignore. There wasn’t a single thing otherwise telling you that you should have him right here right now.

“I need you. Do you have a condom?”

He froze, visibly swallowing before shaking his head. 

“It’s okay. I should have one.” Just as you were about to reach for it in your purse, he held onto you, and you sensed some extent of hesitation, something clearly on his mind. “What’s wrong?”

“I…I’ve been close maybe as many times as I can count on a single hand, but I’ve never had sex up until now,” he quietly admitted.

You’re slightly shocked, as expected, but not thrown off by the new information. Instead, you drew closer, holding him by the nape of his neck reassuringly, and softly kissed up his jaw. “Did you want to avoid that today and keep doing this? I don’t mind.”

He shook his head, grinning, halting your kisses by cupping your face in his hands. “God, no, just…I don’t know if I’m not as talented as previous people you’ve been with.”

“Gyu,” you said softly nuzzling into his palm, making him overtly melt, “I’m not expecting perfect; sex hardly ever is—”

“But I’m trying to prove I’m not a mistake, aren’t I?” He asked, tenderly caressing your chin. “I don’t know if I’m as talented as them, but I’ll do everything in my power to make sure there’s a smile on your face in the end.”

You nodded, grinning, kissing your forehead against his. “Okay. Give me all you got.”

Slowly, every article of clothing that remained was disposed of like its predecessors, lingering elsewhere as you joined together harmoniously, filling gaps with the contours of your bodies. You nestled his thigh between your legs, grinding against him, causing the juices of your core to coat his taut muscle. Wedged between you was his cock, standing at attention and pressing against your stomach as you stroked him from the base, feeling him growing firmer in your grasp.

“So hard…” you said, gazing back up at him.

“Because of you…” He earnestly admitted with flushed cheeks.

You softly chuckled, “You spoil me, baby.”

You gently pushed him until he’d settled on his back, resting his head on the headboard as you threw your leg to bracket his sides and claim his lap, grinning in a reminder of the night before. “Feeling sleepy yet?”

He whined, taking your hand as you sat on top of his thighs. “I’m not. I promise you.”

“Okay,” you replied softly, thumbing over the slit on the tip. “I think I can confirm you’re awake.”

“How long are you going to tease me?” he pouted, caressing your sides.

You leaned down to meet his lips in a slow, sensual lip lock, undulating his shaft harshly and thumbing over a thick vein, hearing him take a sharp inhale. “Until I stop finding you cute.”

“Never?” He resounded playfully with wide eyes to only steal another kiss, your answer now wrapped around his tongue as it pressed against yours.

You softly chuckled, pushing him away to tear the wrapper open before pulling the rubber over him and securing it in place, seeing his pupils shake back at you with anticipation. “Are you feeling okay about this?” You quietly asked.

A wide smile stretched over his cheeks. “I've never been more sure of anything than I am of you.”

Hovering over him, tracing the curve over your slit, feeling your heart fluttering at his overt adoration, gushing at his blind devotion towards you, making your core throb at the sight. “Why are you so sweet all the time?” You softly cooed.

Feet planted against the bed, you sank down on him before he could answer, feeling him fill you up as your slick walls squeezed around his girth. Your jaw dropped as you had to adjust to his size, leveraging the tautness of his abdomen to hold you up and control your intake as you slowly eased down, tension coiling in your stomach.

“You’re big like I thought you’d be, but fuck,” You leaned forward, backing into him as only a fraction of him penetrated you, gasping as you felt him stretch you out even more, the deeper you pushed him inside. “Shit, Mingyu…”

“Am I hurting you?” He asked in concern, holding you up by your waist.

“A little, but it’s still manageable, just making me fuller than I’m used to,” you chuckled, pressing your hands over his chest. “Didn’t get all of you yet, though, fuck.”

He stroked over your sides, gently massaging over your hips. “Take it slow; we’re in no rush, but I just want to say… You feel so good right now, holy shit.”

“Yeah? I haven’t even done anything yet.” You teased, pressing a thumb over a stiff bud, feeling his thighs twitch slightly in response. 

“It’s just… you’re naked on top of me, while I’m inside you, and now you’re touching me. Kind of a fucking dream.”

“Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, Gyu,” you teased in a breath of a moan, easing lower, “tell me more about this dream, and don’t leave out any details.”

He softly sighed, his eyes gently drooping as your fingers played with his nipples, rolling them between your thumb and index finger, and you rolled your hips. “Just like this, the way you’re riding me, teasing me…looking at me like you might eat me.”

Licking your lips, you tweaked them harder, listening to his moans grow louder as you sank down deeper, clenching tighter around him as your lips dropped in a low groan. “Like that baby? ” Or—"you bent down to drag your tongue between a smile and against his erect buds, drawing circles, “like that?”

You felt him tremble under you, unearthing a sharp thrust from below that steals your gasp, “Fuck, yes,” he managed to garble, “Like that. Mmm, suck on them for me, please.” 

Curling your lips, you drew them in your mouth, alternating between both as you bounced harder on his lap. Then, without warning, skin clashed in rough slams as his thrust came in conflict, pounding up into you in full bursts. Vision falling back to your head, your tongue dangled out of your mouth as a ribbon of saliva fell from your lips to his buds, feeling his brush against your depths, releasing an immeasurable pain that would dissolve pure ecstasy, so pure that it’d ceased your words.

“Oh my god, Gyu…” Well, almost all your words.

Pulling his bottom lip through his teeth, Mingyu pushed you up straight and puppeted you on his lap by your hips into a gentle bounce, watching the curve of your breasts fall with him and gravity. At the same time, his thrusts found their rhythm, taking your blossoming walls and meeting them halfway, pistoning in you as you bounced on his cock, prolonging that sensation and hitting it over and over again.

“God, you’re beautiful.” 

You gave him a drunken smile, letting your hand fall limp over his chest. You felt your body close to giving out from the way he used you, slowly draining every ounce of energy left in you as your cheeks stung from the impact of his slams. You were in bliss. You never wanted it to end. “Mingyu, baby—“

It was then he squeezed your breasts, pinching your nipples between his knuckles as he softly rolled up into you, ebbing your pretty whines and writhing thighs as your legs gave out, falling limp as your knees pushed into the mattress and grinded your clit against his groin.

“Fuck…when you call me that.” His hips hastened, bucking up into sharper snaps as they grew more desperate and needy. The sounds of your ache left your lips in a clipped echo while you dug your nails into his sides to adhere yourself to him, bracing for impact. “I’m so close, shit, not right now…” He groaned.

“Baby—”

“Fuck, why do you do this to me—“ You crashed your lips together, letting his gripe die on them as you traced the inside of his mouth and let yourselves get lost in the heat of oncoming fire kindling between your bodies. 

The rest of the night ended when you tired yourselves to the point of fatigue. Voices blended, hands joined, bodies trembled, and hearts intertwined like they were meant to. And much like how the night Mingyu drank his inhibitions away, how the sex ended was also a blur, but the emotions tying them all together weren’t. 

It wasn’t something either of you could ignore anymore, and you realized that the way you felt for one another was more than what could be said for two coworkers. So, after having sex to the point of exhaustion, you both agreed things would have to change, but how they’d change would be decided for another day. And soon, sleep took over you both, and unconsciously you waited for the sun to rise in the morning in the comfort of the disarranged hotel sheets and each other's arms.

Chapter 18 posting an hour after this is posted !!!

[tulip-room]

elodea - o. tooru || wc:5.2k || tags: childhood friends to lovers, mermaid au, artist yn, muse oikawa, "pen pals" of sorts, touch starved, something keeps them apart, second chance,depression <//3, bad parental relationships, first time saying "I love you", 5 +1...sort of ! || hq works

i.

When she first meets the boy she’s unsure what to make of him, she knows he looks different than her, she asks where his legs are as they’re hidden under the water and he just laughs. It sounds like the sea breeze itself and refreshes her in a way she had yet to experience. “I don’t have those,” she sees a shine under the water and tilts her head. 

“Everyone has legs.”

“No they don’t.” To prove his point he swims closer to the dock she’s sitting on and flicks up what looks to be a tail. The scales shine decadently in the golden summer light, his skin is tanned and there’s an easy smile on his face. “I told you,” she leans down and her hands graze the water. He turns and the motion splashes her with water and she almost falls in. “I didn’t say you could touch it,” his small fingers are just curled over the edge of the wooden dock and his brown eyes stare into hers. 

“Sorry,” there’s a slight lisp as one of her front teeth has yet to grow in yet. “What’s your name?”

“Oikawa Tooru,” the water moves gently as she assumes his tail pushes it to keep him upright.

“I’m L/N Y/N,” she holds out her hand and he takes it. When he spreads his fingers she sees the webbing connecting the joints together, she turns his hand over and examines it in comparison with her own. Her mind doesn’t wrap around just what he is until the sun threatens to set over the horizon. They spend hours discussing everything their brains could think of from the color of the water to their favorite foods. “Will you be here tomorrow?” He nods and she hears the call of her grandmother from the top of the hill. 

“Will you be here tomorrow?” He tries to ask inconspicuously but fails as she catches on.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you enjoyed hanging out with me today.”

“Well…it’s a good thing you know better then.” There’s smiles on both of their faces as her name gets called yet again. “You better get going, come back tomorrow.”

She almost can’t wait to wake up the next day but her grandma reminds her of the chores she has to do. She tries to rush through them, the dishes not dried and put away, mud prints on the tiled floor from when she ran out to feed the horses, her yellow rain boots squeaking as she runs around the townhouse. “Get back in her,” she hears sternly behind her just as she’s rushing out the door. There her grandma stands with his hands on her hips and a stern but soft look on her face. “And where are you off to this morning in such a rush? You have mud on your face,” she licks her thumb and wipes the dirt away much to Y/N’s protest. 

“Grandma, stop it!” She pushes her away and tries to wriggle free from her grasp. There’s a moment of laughter from both of them and with a kiss on her forehead her grandma lets her go. 

“Okay, go be a kid. Have fun, don’t pick up any snakes you find.” Her grandma warns teasingly before she runs off down the hill yellow rain boots squeaking the whole time.  When she makes it down to the dock she sees a familiar head of brown hair and the same shining tail as yesterday.

“What took you so long,” he turns around excitedly before trying to cover it by crossing his arms. “Not that I was waiting or anything.” He makes a point to close his eyes and turn his head away.

“Sorry Fishy, I had to do chores.” She sticks her tongue out at him as she lays down on the dock, it creaks under her movements and she looks up at the clouds. “Have you been waiting long?”

“No, I only got here a few minutes ago.” She hums in response and closes her eyes as she allows the sun to beam down on her. “Do you live here?”

“No, I’m only visiting for the summer.” There’s a strange pang in his chest at the words, he’s only known her for a day at most and he already knows he’s going to miss her presence. He shakes the thoughts away and pulls himself up so only his tail is left in the water and joins her laying down. She can hear the splashes of protest from the water and hear his breaths as he hoists himself up. “Do you live here?”

“Yeah, I live by where the lake meets the ocean.”

“That seems far,” if she remembers where he’s talking about.

“It’s not bad, maybe a five minute swim?” He questions himself and then they sit in silence. “Where do you go after the summer?”

“My mom got a new job so I have to go move in with her. I want to stay here though, it’s where all my friends are.”

“Oh, how far away?”

“Two hours,” she sighs and crosses her arms over her chest. He finds his head shifting to look at her, the light tracing her face and he wonders if her skin is as soft as it looks. 

“Oh, that’s really far.” There’s a somber tone for a few minutes before the children start pointing out clouds and what they look like. 

He knows the time is passing because her front tooth has started growing in and her lisp starts to go away. “Are you coming back?”

“Next summer,” she hums. It’s become routine for them to lay on the dock together. They pretend the time doesn’t pass as quickly as it does and live in their moment. Their moment of warm sunlight and frogs croaking in weeds, of the wind whistling through cattails, and of dragonflies buzzing and flying along the water’s edge. “Can I see you here next summer?”

“Of course.” They both know their weeks together are drawing to a close. Can feel it as the weather starts cooling down and their days get shorter. She goes to school to finish out the year but she always comes back to him when she gets back. By the final week of summer her tooth has grown in and her lisp has gone away. It gets chillier at night and he stops joining her on the dock. 

“I got you something,” she says as she rummages through her bag, post it notes and pencils fall out as she grabs hold of what she wants. It’s a necklace, there’s a plastic bag holding it in but it’s clear as to what it is. She pulls out the delicate chain and he can spot a seashell hanging from the chain. 

“I love it,” he answers and takes it from her hands before she can say another word. After he puts it on he holds up a hand. “I have something for you too, I’ll be back in ten minutes. Wait for me?”

“Always.” Her feet dangle over the edge but she’s careful not to let her shoes hit the water. Around ten minutes later an out of breath boy pops his head out of the water. He holds a bag in his hands and holds it out to her. She leans forward and grabs it, inside she finds a bracelet of sea gems and smiles. “Thank you,” she puts it on and admires how it twinkles in the light of the setting sun. 

ii.

It’s easy to tell they’ve both grown older when she visits again the next summer break. Her limbs have grown longer and his voice has gotten deeper. Their routine continues when she returns. They manage to make it halfway through the break before he stops showing up every day. She waits for him with her knees curled up to her chest and her chin resting on her knees. Her arms are wrapped around her legs and it’s almost time for her to go back in when she can see the faintest shimmer of what she hopes are scales. A smile grows when the shimmering gets closer and she can just make out a familiar head of brown hair. “What took you so long clamshell?”

“Sorry,” he tries to catch his breath and reaches into his seaweed bag. “I can’t always be here anymore.” He hands her the conch and the inside contrasts with the rough outside as she runs her hands over it. “Just blow into it and I’ll come as soon as I can.” She nods and he must hear something she can’t because she can see his face drop. “I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay, go do what you need to do Tooru,” with one last solemn look towards her, his head ducks under the water and she watches as the shimmering scales grow farther and farther away from her. She continues to sit on the old dock for a few moments longer as she turns the shell in her hands. The air is hot and humid and sticks to her skin like glue, the dragonflies buzz as they graze the water lines and her mind wanders to last summer and what could have changed so suddenly. She stands up from the chipping dock and tredges her way back up the hill and into her grandma’s home. It’s cool inside and she can smell the beginnings of dinner being started. 

“Well, aren’t you back early.” It’s more of a statement than a question as her grandma throws her a glance from where she stands. “Where in the world did you manage to find a conch around here?”

“It was a gift,” she mumbles and sits down at the table. The cloth is a pale yellow with small embroidered flowers over it in small square designs. The shell clinks softly as the tablecloth acts as a buffer for the noise. 

“You don’t seem very happy about the gift,” she lays her head down in her arms and stares out the window. She tries not to think of the sea or the lake, it will make her think of him and the surprisingly large hole he’s left for her to fill without him. She feels a hand on her shoulder as a chair screeches against the wood. Her grandma sits down while the pot boils in the background. “What’s going on little love?”

“One of my friends that I was excited to see is too busy to hang out the rest of the break.” Her grandma chuckles lightly and she glares lightly. “What’s funny?”

“That’s part of growing up, it’s okay to not see them all the time. The person is still your friend and you still care about each other?” She nods her head at the question. “Then, nothing else matters. Get that frown off your face, little love and help me finish dinner.” The chair scoots against the wood and the table shifts its weight as her grandma uses it to help her stand. She follows close behind and they talk about school, how the garden is coming along, the horses, and everything they can think of. She’s missed this, the feeling of home and the sea breeze. 

Despite herself she goes back the next day, she waits and she waits and waits. The air turns chilly and the fireflies start coming out and she knows he’s not coming today. She pulls the bracelet off her wrist and finds herself becoming calmer as her thumb rubs over the gems, they’ve been smoothed out among the edges and she finds herself smiling. He’s not entirely gone, he’s still with her when she smells the salty air of the sea or feels the wood beneath her. This is their spot and that doesn’t change just because one of them isn’t there. She rushes back up to the house and digs through all kinds of drawers, she knows she’s making a racket but her grandma doesn’t say anything to her. She just holds a fond look in her eyes as she watches her write a short letter and take a piece of geode with her. 

The geode wasn’t very old, at least in her possession, only having it for a few months after a class trip to learn about the different kinds of rocks. Her rain boots are tighter this year than they were the year prior but they still squeak as she runs down the grassed hill of her grandma’s backyard and towards the dock, their spot. She folds the paper and sets the geode on top, with a hopeful look towards the horizon she heads back up the hill and disappears into the comforting home of her grandma. She’ll have her summer memories forever, she’ll remember the air sticking to her skin and the boy with chocolate hair that she met on a dodgy dock. She’ll remember the sea breeze and her grandma’s cooking. She’ll remember the joy she feels when she’s here even long after she’s left. 

iii.

She gets used to the walls of her school, makes friends among the people in her classes. Tries to forget her time at the lakehouse. Her grandma has been sending her letters, she’s not sure how her grandma figured it out but she hasn’t made up her mind about whether she’s happy with it or not. Her heart hurts when she thinks of the lakehouse, how she hadn’t been able to go this year. Regardless of her feelings, she still sits at her desk every night and writes the perfect response to Oikawa’s letters. She sometimes sends little trinkets she thinks he’ll like and he’ll send back pieces of sea glass or a piece of coral. The space on her desk begins to fill quickly. 

She enjoys the little letters they exchange because although she’s not with him it’s like she can still smell the sea and hear his laughter in her mind if she closes her eyes it’s like she can picture herself laying on the dock with a warm body next to her own, knuckles just grazing against each other slightly and not making motions to move further. The quiet breaths she can almost hear over the buzz of bugs and the croaking of frogs. She misses the sticky air and the words that hang in the air and her grandma’s cooking. She misses her sea breeze. 

The weather grows colder and she finds the letters coming slower and fewer. Soon they stop altogether and her mind starts straying from pretty eyes and prettier smiles. She finds herself trying to latch on to anything that she thinks she can keep. She finds safety in art, in making something from the ground up, she enjoys the chalk that stains her fingers and the paint that litters her clothes and winds up on her cheek. Her sketchbook is filled with scales and pretty brown eyes, it’s filled with landscapes of the sea and a creaky old dock with a hill behind it. Of sea gem bracelets and seashell necklaces. 

She finds herself driving to the sea more often than she thought she would. She sits there for hours on the beach and just looks towards the horizon, smelling the air and listening to the birds chirp and the children laugh. She finds the cold air nostalgic in a way, the breeze hitting her cheeks and making her nose run. She wraps a cardigan around herself to sit on the rocks for longer. The sting of the wind is a familiar friend and is almost as familiar as the sting in her eyes. She doesn’t bother wiping the tears away, she has grown to the familiarity of them rolling down her cheeks as she tries to keep her breathing level. It’s a failing attempt and she lets out a dry cough. “I didn’t think I would miss you this much this soon.” 

The day her bracelet breaks is the day she stays home from school and doesn’t move from her bed. There are parts of chipped gems embedded into the carpet of her floor, when she gets up to grab water she cuts her foot on one of the pieces. She pulls the shard out with a pair of tweezers but can feel it already cemented in place and forever a part of her. A part of the sea will be with her. 

She finds it in her the following day to tediously pick the pieces out of her carpet. She steals the superglue from the junk drawer in the kitchen and spends the rest of the day gluing them back together. It’s not the same as it was before but she makes a pair of earrings and a hair clip. The cord holding them together is beyond saving. She wonders as she clips her hair back how Oikawa is doing, if he misses her like she misses him. She hopes the answer is yes, hopes that she lives in his mind as much as he lives in hers. 

“Where are you,” her words die like a whisper in the wind. Realistically she knows where he is, the same place he has been that she hasn’t. She feels her phone buzz in her pocket and sighs as she stands up, the wind almost blows her over as she gets up on unsteady feet. She makes it to her car and sits with her head against the horn of the wheel for a few moments. She drives home fifteen minutes later, she’s unsure of where the time passed. It’s been doing that a lot, jumping around and hiding from her when she’s not looking. 

Her keys clatter against her wooden dresser, it’s covered in paint; some of it peeling off already as she hadn’t wanted to seal it in place. She needs to get a new carpet but that means letting go of the pieces she couldn’t find but knows are there. There’s a lot of things she needs to do but hasn’t. She’s tired.

iv.

The day of her graduation is the next time she sees the lakehouse. Her home in the process of being sold as her mother has to move yet again for her job. This time she won’t be pulled along every which way. She doesn’t let go of her grandma for what feels like hours, just basks in her warmth and honey smell. She gets pushed off weakly and her grandma shakes her head. “Quit that, people will think I’m dying if you keep that up,’ she sends her a wink and Y/N finds herself laughing. 

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” Her grandma lets out a hearty laugh and bumps her hip lightly. Her legs want to pull her to the door leading down a familiar path but she refrains. There’s no chance he’ll be there or want to talk to her. She hadn’t realized how long she had been looking at the door until her grandma speaks up.

“Go see him,” there’s love in her eyes as the two make eye contact. She motions with her head to the door. 

“He won’t want to see me,” she turns her head away and her grandma shakes her head. 

“He’s been waiting for you, said that’s why he stopped sending letters. To force you to see him.” 

“I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Don’t leave him waiting for too long dear, love like that may not be fickle but it’s difficult to care for when there’s no one helping you.”

“Okay,” instead of going to the dock she locks herself in her old room. Her yellow rain boots sit in the corner and her vanity is still as she left it. There’s a printed photo of her with Oikawa hanging in the top right corner, the edges are curled and it’s entirely too bright but it’s obvious to her what it is. There’s pearls and rocks, and all kinds of trinkets she remembers Oikawa bringing her and her rushing back up the hill squeaky boots and all to give him something in return.

“A kiss will do,” he jokes and presents his cheek to her. She laughs and pushes his head away.

“In your dreams,” she sticks her tongue out at him and trips slightly on the wood as she races up and over the hill. He had grown used to the sight, of her ponytail bouncing as she ran over that grassy hill. He wishes he could go with her but he knows he can’t, he’s fine with how things are. Both of them here and happy. Comfortable, just with each other.

Her hands comb over the old stacks of homework she hadn’t gotten to throwing out before her move. Her stuffed animals are still on the bed and her bed is made with the same pink sheets that they had 8 years ago. There’s decals on her wall of sea creatures and she remembers painting a fish near her bed (she hadn’t quite figured out how human anatomy worked yet). She smiles as her hands trace over the slightly raised surface, her head laid on her pillow and her hair furled out around her. She felt at home again. 

She doesn’t end up going to the dock. She avoids it while she moves her stuff and the only box left to unpack is the letters. It stays taped shut and in a corner in her closet. 

v.

“You’ll never make a living this way darling,” the words are already festering as she eats lunch with her mother. “I mean really? Art is a hobby not a living.” Her mother’s tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth as she brings her cappuccino up to drink it. “Go get a degree in something useful.”

“I like what I do.” Her grip on her fork tightens but she does her best to keep her voice level.

“A children’s book? And about a mermaid? I mean, this just isn’t going to sell enough for you to live off of. You don’t want to mooch off your poor grandmother for the rest of your life do you?” Her teeth grind against each other and she shoves another bite of food in her mouth to keep herself quiet. “Come on darling, I’m just thinking about what’s best for you.” Her mother’s hand rests on top of her own across the table. She turns her head away and pulls her hand back. “Oh, don’t be like that.”

“Art is what I want to do Mom, I want to be an artist. I am an artist.”

“You’re just someone with too many thoughts and access to paint. Talk to me again when you let go of this silly ‘dream’ of yours.” Her mother wipes her mouth and throws some bills on the table before walking out the door. She stays there until the waitress comes and she pays the rest of the bill. Her walk home is cold, the heat of the air not doing anything for her. She pours all of her frustration into her art. By the end of the day she has two books drafted out and they’re sent to a publishing company. 

She finds herself on the dock with the conch in her hand, she flips it over and brings it up to her mouth. Her forehead rests against the shell as she sighs, this isn’t what he meant when he said to use it if she needed him. She does need him, she’s missed him more than she’s allowed herself to. Without another thought she blows into the shell, nothing happens for a little while but then she sees a shimmer in the water. 

“Hi,” she doesn’t need to look from where she now lays on the dock to know he’s there. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” There’s a plop as he lifts himself to lay next to her. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really. Do you?”

“Not really.” They sit there with their knuckles grazing each other and she doesn’t have the energy to make comments on how nice he looks, she turns to him and puts her head on his chest and he wraps an arm around her. “Let’s just stay like this for a bit.”

“Yeah,” she starts. “Yeah, I would like that.”

In six months time, before her birthday, the books are put on shelves and when she sees them in libraries she can’t help but smile. She signs any copy that someone brings her. Six months after that the second book comes out. Her grandma throws her a small party when she comes back home. “I’m so proud of you,” she’s pulled into a tight hug. “Go tell him,” her grandma ushers her out the door and she laughs a little. 

The conch has become a way for her to ask to see him instead of a danger tool. He doesn’t complain and tells her how he enjoys seeing her again. “I did it,” she whispers as her head rests on his shoulder. 

“You did,” he whispers it gently into her hair like a kiss. 

“Thank you for coming back.”

“I didn’t leave.”

“Turns out you were the one waiting for me,” it’s meant to be a joke but she knows he sees through it when his hand rubs up and down her arm slowly.

“Always.” 

“I got you something,” she lifts her head and sees his smile as he shakes his head. He’s grown into his face, his tan has evened out and there’s a trail of freckles on his shoulders and down his arms. “You can’t say no.” He laughs and it still makes her think of the sea breeze. He’s still the place she feels most calm. 

“Okay, let’s see it.” She reaches into her satchel and it reminds him of the girl he used to know. The girl with a missing front tooth and a lisp, whose pony tail bobbed as she ran up the hill away from him, the one who rummaged through her bag and gave him something he wasn’t aware would be so dear to him. She pulls out a plastic bag and he can’t help how his smile grows. 

“I know you fixed it but…I wanted you to have a better one. Not something I bought at a bookfair for cheap.” The chain is golden and the seashell hanging from it is different from the one he’s since turned into a bracelet. It’s a conch shell and he shakes his head. He carefully puts it on and he wants to kiss her so badly he leans forward, she shifts closer to him too but he pulls her into a hug. His face is buried in her hair and he takes a deep breath. Lemongrass and lavender. 

“Thank you for coming back.”

“Thank you for waiting.”

vi.

“You never told me what you wrote the book on.” He asks as her feet dangle over the edge and his arms rest on the end of the dock. 

“Us,” she finds no reason to be embarrassed although she can feel her face burning. He laughs and she finds a smile appearing on her face as he does so. “Stop laughing, what’s so funny?”

“How did we get turned into a children’s book?” He looks at her with a lopsided smile and she leans down closer to him. Their foreheads close to touching and a piece of her hair falls from behind her ear. 

“Remember all those games we made as kids?” He tucks the stray strand of hair behind her ear and she can see his eyes looking at her lips before darting back up to her eyes. “The ones where we were pirates or royalty?”

“Yeah,” he says quietly as he tries to force himself to stop looking at her lips, it’s difficult when she looks so excited. There’s a hammering in his chest and he wants to hide away. The gold chain feels tighter than usual as it sticks to him from the water. “That’s what you wrote about?”

“Yeah, you were all I could draw for a while.”

“Couldn’t keep me off your mind?” He teases and pokes her arm.

“No,” she answers honestly. She’s been growing tired of their game but wasn’t sure how to stop it. She took the opening he gave her and can only hope this goes well. She sees his eyes widen and his lips part as a sharp intake of air makes his chest rise up. 

“Can I kiss you?” Finally, she nods her head and he wraps his hand around the back of her neck and pulls her down to his lips. They both smile into the kiss and have to part as she starts giggling. Once it happens a few times he can’t stop himself from laughing with her as he kisses her face. “Stop giggling,” he says between laughs. He doesn’t really want her to stop, her laugh reminds him of home. 

“I can’t,” she throws her head back with a laugh and he thinks she couldn’t look any more beautiful than she does at this moment. She’s not aware of what happens until there’s a splash and she feels water encompass her. She swims to the surface and splashes him. “How dare you!” 

They splash around in the water and once they’re out of breath he reaches up and wipes the wet strands away from her face. “I love you.” It’s the first time they’re said the words but not the first time they've felt. 

“I love you too, even if you do pull me into the water for no good reason.”

“Because I wanted you to be closer. I think that’s a pretty good reason.”

“Okay, I’ll accept it. But only because you’re cute.” 

“Gee thanks,” he rolls his eyes and it’s an odd feeling for her feet to brush against the scales of his tail. She enjoys hearing his heartbeat below her ear as they wade in the water. “You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” She hums in response and lifts her head from his chest. “I’ve always wanted to dance with you.”

“And how is that going to work?”

“Hold your breath,” she shakes her head but follows his instructions. The quiet envelopes her as their heads drop below the surface. Her eyes open slowly and she can see Oikawa already smiling at her, he holds his hand out to her and she takes it. He’s able to spin her around once before she tries to go back up for air, he shakes his head and pulls her closer to him. She tilts her head and he brings their lips together as he blows air into her mouth. She smiles at the kiss and they stay under the water for a little longer before she breaks the surface. 

“I can’t believe you did that.” She laughs although her chest heaves up and down from exertion.

“You liked it.”

“Okay, it was a little fun.” She coughs into her arm and he helps her over to the ladder of the dock and watches as she holds on to it. 

“You can hold onto me.”

“I know, I am. I won’t let you go this time.”

“You better not.”

“Why not going to wait for me again?”

“I would always wait for you, no matter how long. I just don’t think I can let you go now that I actually have you.” She smiles and pulls him into another kiss. “Oh do I get kissed if I say cheesy things?”

“Shut up,” she says against his mouth as he smiles and complies as he kisses her back.

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this is not only for lalechingo but more importantly for @lale-txt since it's her birthday today <333 everyone go wish her a happy birthday and I hope you guys enjoyed this story I told <3

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

i wanna walk up to bill and hand him a gift box, tell him "happy birthday!" and then walk away, and then he opens it looking so giddy and its a lit stick of dynamite, and he just looks at it and says "oh!" and then it blows up in his face looney tunes style

He’s a CARTOON CHARACTER !!!!!!!!!!

[twistedappletree]

hiii apple 🩵 how do you think married or established relationship zhuiling handles mornings? I think Sizhui is fine with them because he grew up with the Lan sleep schedule but sect leader Jin is probably impossible 🤣

What a perfect time to answer this as I’m laying in bed dreading waking up and wanting to go back to sleep lmaooo

Oh, Jin Ling is absolutely impossible which makes it a good thing that it’s Lan Sizhui waking him up because he’s the only one who can (aside of Jiang Cheng who would probably just barge into his room and push him off the bed, lbr 😭)

LSZ is gentle and patient with him, though. The Lan schedule doesn’t apply to Jin Ling but it’s also not good for him to sleep in so much that it makes him groggy and tired the rest of the day, so LSZ tries his best.

But JL is in full mistress mode when he’s tired. If Lan Jingyi thinks it’s bad in public, he’s never had to live with him. He likes to make waking up a monumental task for LSZ because he’s used to getting his way and LSZ wouldn’t possibly deny him, right?

After enough pestering from LSZ, he raises his hands like a zombie so LSZ can pull him up, then crashes against him, snakes his arms around his waist and drags him back onto the bed with him.

Literally impossible.

So LSZ works around it by carrying Jin Ling around who’s clinging to him like a koala, still trying to sleep, while he makes them tea, sets out their clothes, brushes Jin Ling’s hair, etc (Lan arm strength and Wen multitasking, you know how it is).

It makes him laugh because it reminds him of how senior Wei acts with Hanguang-Jun but he keeps that to himself since Jin Ling would probably go feral after getting compared to Wei Wuxian. 💀

[youngpettyqueen]

Trick AND treat! 😁 You can do two separate ones or combine them. And let Hawkeye take care of and fuss over Charles.

I tried so hard to come up with something for trick but my brain is not braining today. to make up for it, I added 250 words to a very fluffy, very silly idea because this hit me IMMEDIATELY upon getting this ask and it took everything in me to not write this while I was at work. maybe at some point I can come back with an idea for trick?? but I didnt want this to sit in my inbox forgotten so I hope you can forgive me only doing treat, at least for now

The first snow of the year comes, perhaps luckily, when they have children visiting. 

Charles woke that morning to the delighted shrieks and giggles of children, unmistakable in pitch and volume. The sound was so sweet he couldn’t be irritated at being woken up early, not that he’d ever admit that. He made sure to grouse thoroughly about the hour to his tentmates, knowing they’d rib him to lighten up before moving on, but would never let him live a moment of softness down. 

He’s taking a moment, now, to watch. It’s after breakfast, he has a shift to get to, but he knows that post-OP is quiet and can afford for him to be a couple minutes late. The children are running around, bundled in their mismatched winter jackets and too-big boots, donated surplus hats rolled up extra to stay out of their eyes. Some of them are sporting distinctly fashionable scarves, while others form snowballs in distinctly homemade mittens. They make angels in the snow, they make snowballs and throw them at each other, a few of the older ones are demonstrating how to make snowmen. 

They play. They laugh. They smile with missing teeth and genuine joy in their eyes. For a moment, just a moment, they’re children the way children should be. Charles is happy to sacrifice a quiet morning if it means-

A snowball hits the back of his head with a freezing, wet splat. 

Charles goes entirely rigid, snow sliding down the back of his coat and melting in his hair. A roar of laughter goes up from behind him, and he immediately knows just who that laugh belongs to. He whips around to fix Hawkeye with a glare, only to falter as his eyes skip right over where Hawkeye is doubled over wheezing and land on the young boy falling backwards into the snow, laughing and pointing. 

And, well. Who can blame him, if his irritation is snuffed out faster than a candle? Who could possibly be angry at the sight of a child laughing so hard he can’t stay on his feet?

Hawkeye straightens up, hands over his stomach, still laughing that goose honk laugh of his. And maybe, just maybe, somewhere deep down Charles can’t stay annoyed when he sees Hawkeye laughing right from his belly. Because that’s a rare sight these days, and maybe it makes the snow soaking into his shirt a bit less cold.

Of course, he can’t admit to that. Ever. So, he finishes his turn, schools his expression to raise a judgmental brow. “Ah, Pierce,” He greets, “I see you’ve found yourself a playmate. If only they’d take you with them when they leave. You’d blend right in.” He barbs, all huff and no bite. 

Hawkeye snickers, wiping at his eyes, “Sorry, Charles, but I couldn’t resist,” He offers as a weak apology as he hunkers down to help the boy back up to his feet, “Somebody’s gotta teach the kids the sacred way of the snowball fight, and somebody’s gotta be the target! Thank you for your service.” He grins, straightening himself back up.

The boy points at him again. “Gotcha good!” He declares, with a big smile that barely has front teeth.

Charles nods good-naturedly. “That you did, my fine young fellow,” He tells the boy. Looking back at Hawkeye, he suggests, “Perhaps your teachings might benefit from a second demonstration? Say, some return fire?” He stoops down to scoop up some snow in both hands, clapping it all together and starting to form a compact ball.

Hawkeye laughs incredulously at the sight. “Oh, he has some fight in him!” He crows, “What, did you have snowball fighting lessons? A private tutor in snowball form?” He jeers. 

Charles keeps his face carefully neutral as he forms the snowball in his hands. “Your confidence will be your doom,” He warns, straightening himself up, “Any last words?” 

Hawkeye settle into a smug grin, raising a challenging brow at him. “Bring it.” He dares. 

Charles allows himself a smile. He supposes it is fair for Hawkeye to assume he’s never so much as made a snowball, never mind participated in a snowball fight. It would be an activity most would likely assume he views as beneath him. 

They would be forgetting, however, that Charles is an older brother. And wealth and status mattered not, in matters where Honoria Winchester and her insatiable need to peg him in the head with a snowball were concerned. 

Hawkeye doesn’t see the snowball coming until it hits him square between the eyes and takes him off his feet. 

[gu6chan]

99% just my autism speaking here but something ive been noticing lately that im sorta kinda 😶 about is when ppl are like "I think you'll like this" but not bc they ACTUALLY think you'll like it, rather they just got into it and want you to also get into it so "I think you'll like this" is a nice personal hook. i love chill stuff as much as any other person ofc but given i don't divulge that EVER, what makes you think my berserk reading, made in abyss watching, drakengard playing ass would like YURU CAMP????

[rpmemegraveyard]

Never threatened to feed people's writing to A.I, just poor wording on my part.

Cool, you're still a fucking loser for going 'oh, (mun) doesn't interact with everyone' to another party who raised their concerns after being told by said mun 'no I won't make an AI for my character'!

Fuck out of my askbox, dude. You could've kept your mouth shut and interacted with c.ai without causing a stir. When has ANYBODY in that rpc even alluded to making character ai for their characters for public consumption? Cool, apologize all you want, but my points still stand. I think the ask itself at the very least made people aware of this possible threat, and again. It is possible a dipshit in another rpc has made this threat to indie writers in a different scenario.

AI has no place in the RPC.

[more-than-a-princess]

🌟💔🎲

Questions for the Mun - Accepting!

🌟 - Who was your very first rp muse?

Hermione Granger from Harry Potter, in what feels like a million years ago. My first OCs + Relena Peacecraft from Gundam Wing soon followed.

💔 - What’s something you dislike about your muse?

I think this question has two answers, really: what do I dislike about the muse based on what's given/shown in canon, and what do I dislike about the muse due to the fandom.

For the canon, there are times where I just hate seeing Sonia being taken advantage of/teased/etc. because she's sheltered and just doesn't know better, but she also doesn't effectively stand up for herself a lot either. Maybe it's some of the tropes DR puts her in, but I'd love to be a bit more snarky to characters who are being rude, as opposed to issuing commands that never really stick.

Additionally, and these aren't really Sonia's fault but how she's written: why give her military knowledge and prowess and not let her USE IT? Yes, having all weapons and methods of transport disabled in the Neo World Program simulation makes sense, but at the end of DR3 where she just...encourages Kazuichi instead of picking up a gun or driving a tank? For as ridiculous as DR can be at times, surely they could fit some sort of military vehicle onto that ship that she could commandeer. Super lame.

And don't get me started on her free time events. I love some of what the free time events reveal, but the whole bit of "Hajime looks like this hero of legend and I'll just happily co-rule and give him power equal to mine in Novoselic!" thing is just not okay to me. I don't like it. Therefore, my Sonia is the monarch and any partner she takes is her consort, end of story.

For the popular fandom opinions, I abhor the take of "Sonia is useless/her talent is useless and sucks, Sonia should have died to give Kazuichi character development/Hiyoko could have lived, Sonia is boring" arguments. And of course the Get rid of Sonia so we can have Kazuichi/Gundham" take. I had this issue in the Gundam Wing fandom long ago with people hating Relena because she got in the way of Heero/Duo.

Y'all, these are bad takes. Don't do it. There is nothing wrong with being a kind, generous, friendly, compassionate female character.

🎲 - Do you have a favorite board game?

When I was younger, it was definitely Clue and Trivial Pursuit! To the point that I gave Sonia Cluedo as a favorite childhood game growing up: I think she'd enjoy it.

As an adult, I still love trivia, but I also enjoy Betrayal at House on the Hill and Cards Against Humanity. The horror, of recalling facts at the drop of a hat, a haunted house, and seeing just how much of a terrible/sarcastic person you can be.

Does anyone else remember online Cards Against Humanity but you're playing IC as your muse(s)? That should make a comeback.

[eterniityblooms]

updated my rules to include shipping info + a bit more about my monster muses specifically, since shipping with at LEAST one muse on this account is probably inevitable at some point

[janeromeroshow]

Send ☠️ for something that will result in a instant unfollow from you

MUNDAY NO-NO AND YES LIST

Send ☠️ for something that will result in a instant unfollow from you

i wanna preface this by saying that there's very few things that will actually constitute an instant unfollow from me, but one seemingly inconspicious one that possibly makes me sound like a broken record is this; seeing people blatantly disregard or ignore female characters. idk i just cannot STAND it when i see blogs who'll almost go out of their way to avoid interacting with female muses. i don't exactly go through people's blogs logging the gender ratio of their interactions or anything deranged like that, but it's happened before where i'll notice that a blog has literally zero interest on interacting with a female muse and just at that point i don't think there's any reason for me to follow them in that case shrug.

[al-mayriti]

What's your PhD about?

I haven't started it yet cause I'm looking for funding first so this might change (also I've altered the PhD propossal depending on the professor that would be my supervisor) but basically I want to study the Muses through the lens of Cultural Memory.

The ideal thing would be to study them and their evolution throughout ancient Greece, but that's impossible so for example my current PhD director suggested I should focus on the Archaic Era (also the Dark Ages, so around the 10th to 6th centuries BCE more or less). I am very interested in the relationship between identity, literacy, and religiosity, so the Muses are perfect for it, as they were used by the Greeks as a sort of fact-check for aoidoi and poets, which were the preservers of Cultural Memory.

Most stuff that's been written about the Muses has always been very philological and especially related to the 'invocation of the Muses' so prevalent in Greek literature. I want to open the scope to new angles, something never done before, and I have experience working with Cultural Memory from my Master's Thesis, so I thought it would be a cool approach :) It's gonna be much more theoretical than you would expect, but I love that sorta thing. Also it's impossible to separate the Muses from literacy so I'll be looking at written sources for sure, my good pal Hesiod (whom my Undergrad Thesis was about) will occupy a good chunk of the research I'm afraid.

So yeah, that's it. This won't happen if I don't get funding tho, so I could just never write this Ph.D. Who knows.

[the-kipsabian]

oh btw my birthday is in exactly three months :)

[pvremichigan]

love u guys :)

[savi0rr]

Darling Wife .ᐟ

Viktor x Fem! Reader

In which, Viktor has a sweet wife that, weirdly enough, no one really knew about.

a/n: hi divas! Erm this is my first time writing for Viktor so I'm sorry if he sounds out of character.

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"Viktor? What is that on your finger?" Jayce inquired, suddenly appearing behind Viktor and peering curiously over his shoulder. Viktor felt a knot form in his stomach as he glanced down at his hand, where a gleaming wedding band rested snugly on his finger. He cursed under his breath, realizing he had meant to remove it but had completely forgotten in the whirlwind of his work.

"Just a ring," Viktor replied evasively, casting a quick look back at Jayce while clicking his tongue in annoyance. Jayce, however, was undeterred. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, a teasing smirk forming on his lips. "Isn’t that the same finger where wedding rings typically go?" he challenged, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Don’t tell me you actually have a wife?"

Viktor maintained his silence, his heart racing in response to Jayce’s playful interrogation. "Even if I did, I wouldn't share that information with you," he said tersely, redirecting his attention back to the Hextech gemstone in front of him, his mind racing as he tried to refocus on his work.

Jayce, still leaning casually against the desk, raised his eyebrow further, the smirk on his face beginning to fade away. He studied Viktor’s expression closely, a frown of confusion.

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“Viktor has a wife? That’s just absurd,” Mel declared, waving her hand dismissively as if to brush away the very notion. 

“No, I swear! He’s actually wearing a wedding ring. When I asked him about it, he responded with, ‘Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you,’” Jayce insisted, leaning closer to Mel's desk, his hands planted firmly on the surface.

Mel rolled her eyes in disbelief, leaning back in her chair and letting her hands fall into her lap. “Who on Earth would marry Viktor?” she whispered, her curiosity piqued as she leaned forward slightly, her expression a mix of intrigue and skepticism. “No offense, but…” she trailed off, momentarily glancing away, her thoughts clearly racing.

Jayce sighed, exasperated. “I mean, it’s not the best image, is it?” he muttered, shrugging as he contemplated the idea. His mind seemed to wander as he contemplated the strange pairing. “Plus, why do you even care?” Mel asked, raising an eyebrow at him, a hint of playful challenge in her voice. “Because I want to know what she looks like!” he responded with a hint of frustration, glancing off to the side, and groaning.

Mel pondered for a moment, her brow furrowing. “Even if he did have a wife, wouldn’t she be here at the Academia with him?” she pointed out, her curiosity beginning to overshadow her previous skepticism. “That’s exactly what I’m saying!” Jayce exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair in agitation. “It doesn’t add up!”

With a sigh, Mel straightened up, her expression turning serious. “Look, I have much bigger problems to deal with than figuring out who Viktor is married to,” she stated firmly.

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"When do you think he sees his wife?" Mel asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she peeked around the corner of the dimly lit hallway. The soft glow of fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting shadows on the walls of the Academia. Jayce followed her gaze, cautiously poking his head out to get a better look.

"Hmm... maybe when he isn’t buried under a mountain of work," Jayce mused, tilting his head and furrowing his brow in thought. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and he swept it back with a casual motion. Mel, with an exasperated huff, rolled her eyes dramatically. 

"You should know this! You’re his partner, for crying out loud," she murmured, her tone tinged with disbelief as she crossed her arms. Jayce's expression shifted to one of sheepishness, his cheeks flushing slightly as he glanced away, avoiding her accusatory gaze.

"But I leave before him. I'm already gone by the time he usually starts his day. And when I come back to the lab, it’s always just him—working away, lost in his experiments," Jayce replied, his shoulders lifting in a shrug that conveyed both confusion and resignation. He could sense Mel's frustration, but the truth was, Viktor’s work schedule was a puzzle he had yet to solve.

Mel sighed heavily, her brow knitting together in thought. "How do you not know… never mind," she grumbled, her voice trailing off as she turned her attention back to Viktor, who was at that moment preparing to leave. 

"Shhh!" Jayce hissed urgently, his eyes widening as he quickly placed a hand over Mel's mouth, the sound echoing loudly in the stillness. They both watched in silence as Viktor slowly began to rise, gripping his crutch tightly under his arm while gathering his belongings with meticulous care. He seemed unaware of the two pairs of eyes on him, lost in his own world.

Viktor gripped his documents as he walked down the hallway, his eyes narrowed. He made his way down to the back of the Academia, opening a door. Jayce and Mel looking out the window from the other story. "The hell is he doing?" Jayce muttered under his breath. "Look," Mel said, spotting you not too far in the distance. "Is that his wife?" Jayce whispered.

"Viktor." You spoke up, smiling when you saw him. You stood up from the bench you were sitting at. Viktor eagerly wobbled over to you. "I've been waiting." You teased lightly, taking the documents from his hand and placing them down on the bench. Viktor could only stare at you. He hadn't seen you in a while. But he'd never say that he missed you. "How are you doing?" You asked gently, guiding him to sit down, placing his crutch aside. "I've been...well," Viktor said plainly. "I could be better." He muttered, glancing off to the side. You nodded, sitting beside him. You glanced down at his hand, raising an eyebrow. "You wore your wedding ring?" You asked, a small smile forming on your face. Viktor's cheeks warmed a bit, sighing. "I meant to take it off." He grumbled as his fingers ran over the wedding band. "I'm glad you wore it. It suits you." You giggled lightly, placing your hand over his.

Meanwhile, with Jayce and Mel, they could only stare in shock. "Of course, he has a pretty wife too!" Jayce groaned as he shook his head. "Of course," Mel muttered as she sweat drops. "Who knew she was so darling?"

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[risuola]

I — NOT YET // When a guy in the club tries to assault you, you ask a random stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend. Little that you know that out of all people, you chose a mob boss.

contents: smut, mafia!au, briefly mentioned assault and tiny bit of violence, Sukuna (yeah, I consider him a warning), reader discretion is advised — 2,7k words

a/n: mada... mada mada~ the very second I heard this menace toying with Panda, Kusakabe and the rest in Shibuya, not allowing them to move unless he say so - my head went straight to the idea of him playing the same game in bed.

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Sukuna never had to get used to being interrupted. Never. Anytime it happened in the past, all he had to do was to glance at the person and it usually got the message across. His gaze has enough power in it to quickly inform the intruder why invading his personal space or cutting him half-sentence is a damn bad idea. One look from him usually was enough to make anyone reconsider if they really want some problems. Sukuna had his eyes trained to be sharp and cold, his body strong and intimidating and his aura dangerous. He spent years building his reputation, earning a position in his world that now guaranteed him calm.

Now everyone and their mothers know that he’s not the one to cross paths with. He’s a VIP, he’s allowed everywhere and he has no qualms about killing someone. Ryomen Sukuna is a brand, he’s a threat, he’s untouchable, invincible. No one in the right mind would ever try to start anything with him at this point. That’s why, when he tried to relax in one of many clubs that he owns in Tokyo, he couldn’t believe someone had the guts to push onto him at the bar.

“Hey, sorry, can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a second?”, he heard near his ear and following the sound and the soft tug on his elbow, he turned his head towards you. Lucky girl, he thought while quickly assessing the view. You were too god damn pretty to be killed, looking at him with those pleading eyes that glistened in the harsh artificial lights. You were visibly scared of something, or someone, and oddly enough it wasn’t him who brought you to the verge of tears.

“Your boyfriend, huh?”, he mused, allowing his eyes to trail down your figure. The dress you had on left little to imagination and yet he wished to tear it off to see more of you. It hugged the shapes of your body perfectly and the silky fabric betrayed the lack of bra underneath. You were attractive, but clearly not smart enough to think twice before approaching a stranger.

“Please, I beg you, this guy—“, you tried to explain, squeezing your perfectly manicured fingers around his veiny forearm, but your sentence was cut in half when a man grabbed you by the waist, pulling you away just a little and harshly pressing your back against the bar. Sukuna watched as you winced when your spine hit the edge of the wooden countertop, he watched for a moment how you tried to push the guy away. With no effect, you weren’t strong enough to stand against him, you were trapped between the unwanted body and the furniture behind you, fighting the hungry hands that were groping your figure.

“Naoya, get off of me—” you tried, pushing his face away from where he was trying to suck a spot onto your neck.

“Oh, shut up woman, I know you want it,” the blonde-ish idiot grinned, twisting your arm enough to make a space for himself. He wasn’t bothered in the least with the fact he was trying to get between your legs in the very center of a club. Sukuna’s club.

Ryomen zeroed the whisky in his glass and got up from the chair. Usually, he would ignore situations like this. Other people’s problems were none of his business and he had enough his own things to take care of, to bother himself with anything else, but you. You were a problem he was willing to explore.

“Zenin, huh?”, he asked, connecting the name he heard falling from your lips with the wannabe gangster he heard about many times before. There was a certain reputation tied to Naoya’s name, mostly regarding his treatment of women but as long as he wasn’t touching his women, Sukuna couldn’t care less about this trash of a man. You definitely were not his woman. Yet.

“The fuck you want, I’m busy,” Zenin groaned, pulling his nasty mouth away from your shoulder for just a moment, only to shot a glare to the club owner.

“I can tell that you’re busy,” Ryomen grabbed one of Naoya’s wrists. It wasn’t looking like a hard grip, but the face of the blonde betrayed the sharp, bone-breaking pain he felt.

You felt some kind of relief when the stranger you just met stepped between you and your unwanted date. The large body of him towered above you completely, he was bigger than you thought when you approached his sitting form, but you couldn’t think about it for too long when he dealt with Naoya so easily. Once the blonde was gone, he turned to you.

Your heart skipped few beats once you took the image in. The man was huge, way taller than you and built like a greek god. The sharp outlines of his muscled torso beautifully showed through the dark graphite dress shirt. Looking up, you could finally see his face clearly. His features were attractive, dangerous with the black tattooed lines around them. He could easily be a gangster or something.

“T-thank you,” you spoke finally, snapping out from the initial impression of him. He was a red flag, you knew that. If not for the circumstance, you’d probably be the first to run away from him. He was hot. An absolute smokeshow, but he was certainly bad news.

“Was he your date?”, he asked, pulling a chair that he was sitting on previously and twisting it to position, before his large hands landed on your hips. There was no effort whatsoever when he lifted you and sat you down on the seat. He opted to stand next to you.

“No… I came here with a friend, but she left earlier. I was just about to leave as well, but this guy stopped me,” you sighed. “He wouldn’t let me go, I was afraid that he’ll just walk after me to my home. I’m sorry I interrupted you.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. The gesture in itself was soft, but you shivered underneath his touch nonetheless. You couldn’t quite tell what made him so… scary. Was it his overwhelming frame? Or maybe the calm, distant demeanor? He had authority, he was expecting submission and when he was looking at you, you felt like a prey of him. Strangely, you were quite fine with that. You had no wish of doing anything with Naoya, but this man… he was different, he was interesting, he made you cross your legs just to feel any kind of pressure between your thighs. “Your name?”

“Y/n,” you replied.

“Y/n. Nice,” he gave it a soft nod and ordered two drinks. “Ryomen is my name. Sukuna Ryomen. Memorize it.”

“Sure…”

At this moment, you had no guts to ask why was it important to imprint the name he told you into your brain, but it all became clear just barely two hours later. You couldn’t exactly recall the moment Sukuna led you out of the club and into his car. There was something so enticing about his entire aura that made you lose your ability to think. He made you break every rule you ever had for yourself – to not talk with strangers, not go with them anywhere. Before that night you were doing exceptionally good in avoiding danger, you somehow slipped through your life up until that point without any major problems, but once you faced the problem, it was a big one.

The talk was good, it flowed easily and the menacing aura that Ryomen had all around him kept you interested. You had no idea that you’re attracted to bad boys, and maybe you were not exactly into school hooligans. Turned out, you’re aroused by the much worse kind – the kind that keeps a gun behind his belt, drinks pure whisky and makes people run away just by shooting them a glance. Yeah, that seems to be the kind of men you are into, because if there was any common sense left in you, you’d be out the door and running towards the safety of your dormitory. If there was any self-preservation instinct in you, you’d be probably anywhere else, rather than in here.

In the most luxurious house you’ve ever seen, not to mention been inside of; somewhere in the outskirts of Tokyo where you were not even sure how you can get back to your home from there. If you were just a little smarter, you’d for sure be in your own bed right now and not on the dark leather couch, with your silky dress scrunched up around your waist and your underwear torn to pieces and laying on the floor. If you had more braincells, maybe you wouldn’t be bouncing on that stranger’s dick right now, gripping onto his muscular shoulders as one of his large hands kept your hip in a dead grip, leading your moves up and down his girthy length and the other one tightly squeezed around the back of your neck, from where he was keeping his head close so he could kiss you so hungrily it took your breath away. But that’s just where you were. And you wouldn’t change a thing.

He felt so goddamn good, filling your tight hole to the very brim, stretching you to the point of delirium and he wasn’t even fully in yet. His moves were aggressive and yet sensual; he made you feel small even if it was you who was on top of him. You had no control, he made it clear with the way he was holding you and every time you tried to dominate him in any way, he quickly showed you your place back. Maybe later, he’ll let you have your way with him, but now, he was in charge.

“Think you can take all of me?” He asked against the delicate skin of your neck, now painted in red and purple marks he nibbed onto it. You could feel him grinning at the way you squeezed your little hands on his clothed biceps. He got you all exposed and yet he only allowed you to free his dick; his shirt was still buttoned up, his pants were still on his legs. There was a certain dominance shown in the way he got you all naked on top of his suit.

“N-no,” you breathed out, “too big.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can.” Sukuna doesn’t exactly accept no as an answer and he for sure gave you enough time to accommodate to his size. “You’ll take it and thank me for it, yeah?”

“Yes,” was all you could mumble, before both of his large hands landed on your hips. The iron grip, you were sure, was going to bruise you but now, it felt grounding in a way.

“Good girl,” he praised, his purr vibrated against your skin as he sucked yet another mark along your collarbone. It distracted you for a moment before he pushed your pelvis even lower, fully bottoming into you. Your clit made a contact with his lower belly, the harsh brush of his skin against the swollen bud making you moan louder than you were meaning to. You felt like all of your organs were moved out of the way just to make more space for his dick and Sukuna couldn’t be more satisfied by the way you took him in. “See? As if you were made to take this cock.”

Something incoherent left your mouth, a tear stained your cheek and the man was happy to lick it away, tasting the saltiness before he bucked his hips up, keeping yours in place. He took full control, thrusting into you with all the power he had in his muscular body and you held onto his shoulders with your little hands. The filthy, wet sounds were filling the interiors, bouncing off the walls and mixing with all of the whines and whimpers that were leaving your lips. Some grunts added to the melody, but you barely heard any of it, too consumed by the exploding pleasure between your legs.

Sukuna’s name was leaving your mouth like a prayer, you felt so close, you felt like falling and you had no intention to stop. The man grinned, licking a long stroke along your throat, his tongue curling upwards as it reached the tip of your chin. The taste of your skin felt intoxicating to him, he wanted to devour you whole, to keep all for himself.

“You wanna cum, huh?” His voice was taunting. “You’re clenching around me so fucking hard, you’re gonna milk me as well.”

“Yes, yes, please,” you near damn begged, chasing the bliss that you could almost taste on your tongue right now. It filled all of your body cells, rushed through your veins in ecstatic waves of lust.

“Not yet,” he ordered and it felt almost painful to force yourself back from the state of climax. You could tell he was playing with you, toying with his dominance, reminding you that it’s him who pulls the strings in here. And yet, he was still rutting into you, his movements completely different to what he was saying, he was fucking you like he wanted you to cum in that very moment. “Still not yet,” he teased, feeling your little fingers digging onto his shoulders, your manicured nails nearly making holes in his shirt as your eyes fell shut.

“Oh god, Ryomen, please,” you whined. Your thighs were shaking, your spine arching and the incredible tension below your stomach threatened to burst any second now.

“Now,” he ordered and just like that, all inside of you snapped. You came all over his dick, and you came hard. It felt like nothing you’ve ever experienced, like you were suddenly shot into another dimension and if not for the way he sped up his movements, you’d probably just get lost in the lustful feeling. Ryomen came just few moments after you, wrapping his arms around your waist and painting your walls white. You felt him throbbing, spasming inside of you, the hot seed gushed out of you as he was pumping it in, staining your thighs and the bottom of his black shirt. Then he pushed you down, fully onto his cock, plugging the way out for his cum.

You found his lips, swallowing his quickened breath as you kissed him with desire and he gave in, quickly dominating the kiss. You were tired, the muscles in your legs were burning from the intense exercise, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling of still wanting more. He made you hungry, he made you unsatiated and you were sure, you won’t be able to recognize yourself after you’re done with him. You were never such a greedy lover but frankly, you never had a chance to feel that good with anyone. The boys you’ve been with had no skills and if not for the orgasms you gave yourself with your fingers, no one else ever brought you over the edge like Sukuna.

“Can you undress?” You asked him, your lips brushing against his as you mouthed the question and he chased your kiss with his head, grabbing your lower lip between his teeth. There was a certain expression painted all over his dangerously handsome features, the menacing aura amplified as he took his sweet time before replying.

“I can undress,” he began, yet there was a but hanging in the air. He had conditions and you were open to hear them. “I’ll give you two options, little kitten. Wanna hear ‘em?”

“Yes.”

“I won’t undress. You can pull yourself together and I can drive you back to your home now. But I can also take the suit off, carry you to my bed. Then you’ll stay with me till morning, but don’t have any hopes for a calm sleep, no. The night will be as filthy as it can get. You’ll be sore tomorrow, most likely exhausted.”

You blinked hearing the options. It was clear as day, stop there or continue? You knew the answer already, your body decided for you even before he came up with an offer.

“Will you drive me home as well if I pick the second option?”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s get you naked.”