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🔞 Fast Boys, Fast Cars (Juric) 🔞

Synopsis: Sex, drugs, and luxury are the only things Juyeon and Eric have in common. When Eric returns from his first year at university to discover Juyeon has been forced into rehab, he decides to find out who the boy he's hooked up with for years really is

Tags: Referenced drug abuse, angst, smut, referenced underage sex (though the age of consent is 16 so…), PTSD, referenced suicide attempt, rehab

Part 1

Eric couldn’t be happier to be home for the summer. After spending a whole school year on the frozen tundra of New England, it was a relief to be back in the warm weather of Southern California. Four of his friends graduated and predictably they had to throw a party. Eric poured himself a drink and went to find all the graduates. Chanhee and Changmin were the first two he found.

“I heard you got into design school,” Eric said.

“Yup. I don’t think New York City is too far from you,” Chanhee replied.

“No, but the weather sucks,” Eric grumbled.

“You know some of us don’t mind a change of scenery,” Changmin said.

“You’re going too?” Eric asked. They’d been a couple for at least a year, but they bickered and made up like they’d been married for 50 years.

“Why not? I might like snow,” Changmin said.

“That would make one of us,” Eric told him. He scanned the crowd looking for another one of the graduates.

“Where’s Juyeon?” Eric asked. Chanhee and Changmin looked at each other then back at Eric.

“You didn’t hear?” Changmin ventured.

“Hear what?” Eric asked.

“He’s at The Plains,” Chanhee sighed.

“What? Why?” Eric almost dropped his drink.

“You’re kidding, right? You of all people should know why,” Changmin said.

“I mean I know he liked getting high but rehab?” Eric was in shock. He’d cut down significantly on his drinking and drug use when he started school because while his parents put up with a lot, they wouldn’t put up with him failing out his first semester because he missed class too much. Now he only drank or got high when he had at least 2 days before he had to be in class.

“Eric, you were the undisputed king of substance abuse until you left. Then Juyeon took over like it was his job,” Chanhee told him. “His parents forced him in last week.”

“Can they do that? He’s not a minor,” Eric said.

“They got a court order. He’s a danger to himself. At least that’s what the judge determined,” Changmin shrugged.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me before now?” Eric asked.

“Unless we grossly misinterpreted your relationship, you two weren’t friends. You got high together and fucked though maybe not in that order,” Chanhee replied. Eric wanted to protest, but Chanhee was right. All he ever did with Juyeon was get high and fuck. Eric realized he didn’t really know anything about the other man. He wasn’t even sure when Juyeon’s birthday was. They’d been hooking up for literal years. Their social circles overlapped significantly yet Eric couldn’t think of a single thing that would describe their relationship as anything other than fuck buddies.

“Oh,” Eric said.

“Yeah, oh,” Chanhee’s tone was mocking.

“Don’t be mean,” Changmin elbowed his boyfriend in the ribs.

“Am I wrong?” Chanhee asked.

“No, you’re right,” Eric admitted. “I guess I need to find Kevin.”

“You know he and Jacob are making out in the pool house,” Changmin said.

“I’ll wait then,” Eric tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a cough.

“Texting him would be easier,” Chanhee said.

“Right, well, I gotta say hi to everyone else. I’ll catch you again before I leave,” Eric said, still looking around for someone who wasn’t there. He floated aimlessly around the crowd until he finished his drink and said hi to everyone he cared to talk to. He left after an hour claiming he wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t miss the judging looks from Changmin and Chanhee on his way out.

When he got home, he searched The Plains website for visiting hours and possible restrictions. Patients (“clients” as the site claimed) were allowed visitors during the day. Eric decided he’d go the next morning. He probably should’ve called first, but it was harder to say no to someone in person than over the phone. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Changmin and Chanhee, but he had to see for himself.

“I’m here to see Lee Juyeon,” he said when he got to the front desk. The Plains was where all the rich and bored went when they were ordered into rehab. It was a bright and clean facility that didn’t look like a clinical setting. Eric supposed that was to make the patients (clients) feel better. He also doubted that it made any difference.

The man at the desk scrolled through something on his computer, typed in a few words, then looked back up at Eric.

“He’s allowed visitors. Your name?” he asked.

“Eric Sohn,” he replied.

“I’ll let the staff know you’re here. You can wait over there,” he nodded toward some chairs. He handed Eric a nametag that had his name and “VISITOR” in bold letters. Just in case anyone was wondering why he was there.

He was led to a small private room. After seeing how much it cost per day, they owed them a little privacy. Juyeon walked in a few minutes later. Eric couldn’t hide his surprise when he saw him. He’d lost a significant amount of weight from what Eric remembered even from December. Juyeon scowled as he sat down across from Eric.

“Well you’re the last person I expected to see,” he crossed his arms.

“Who were you expecting?” Eric asked.

“Not you,” he replied.

“Changmin and Chanhee told me that you were in here. I wanted to see for myself,” Eric said.

“The fuck do you care?” Juyeon asked.

“I’m not allowed to care why a guy I’ve been sleeping with for 3 years got sent to rehab?” Eric countered.

“No, you’re not. I’m just a piece of ass to you,” Juyeon snapped.

“Don’t tell me what you are and aren’t to me,” Eric snapped back. Juyeon snorted.

“Tell me one thing about me that you actually heard from me and not one of my friends,” he said. Eric couldn’t. Juyeon knew that.

“You’re making it awfully hard for me to be nice to you,” Eric knew it sounded childish.

“Then leave. You’re not the one stuck here,” Juyeon got up. Eric’s hand shot out and grabbed Juyeon’s wrist. One of his fingers caught on Juyeon’s hospital bracelet. They looked at each other.

“I’m sorry,” Eric whispered. He didn’t even know what he was apologizing for.

“Me too,” Juyeon replied.

“Sit down? Please?” Eric asked. Juyeon thought for a moment then sat back down.

“Tell me something that no one else knows. I don’t care what it is,” Eric said, still holding onto Juyeon’s arm. Juyeon took Eric’s hand and weaved their fingers together.

“Anything?” Juyeon asked. Eric nodded. “I’m terrified of dogs. I hate when Hyunjae and Younghoon make me hold those yappy beasts.”

“How can you hate Bori? She’s afraid of literally everything,” Eric thought about his friend’s pampered poodle. Half the time Younghoon had to carry her because something on the ground upset her.

“I mean she’s not as bad as that horse Sangyeon calls a dog,” Juyeon visibly shuddered. Eric squeezed Juyeon’s hand.

“I’ll ask Sangyeon to keep her somewhere else the next time you come over,” he said. Juyeon laughed a little.

“That won’t be any time soon,” he replied. “Tell me something about you.”

“I actually hate being called ‘baby’,” Eric mumbled.

“Why didn’t you say that? I would’ve stopped,” Juyeon told him.

“I was too drunk or high to care and then I got used to it I guess,” Eric shrugged.

“For what it’s worth, I like being called ‘baby’,” Juyeon said.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Eric finally met Juyeon’s eyes. The other man was watching him intently, but not judging. He’d spent enough time with Chanhee to know when he was on the receiving end of a judgy look. “I’m sorry I never took the time to actually get to know you.”

“I’m just as guilty of that as you are,” Juyeon replied.

“Can we start over?” Eric asked.

“How so?” Juyeon said.

“Hi, I’m Eric Sohn,” Eric squeezed Juyeon’s hand.

“Hi Eric. I’m Lee Juyeon,” Juyeon squeezed Eric’s hand in return.

“Are you related to Lee Hyunjae?” Eric asked.

“No, thank god,” the way Juyeon said it made Eric laugh.

“I never knew you felt that strongly about possibly being related to Hyunjae,” Eric laughed.

“Can you blame me?” Juyeon wrinkled his nose.

“I guess not,” Eric said. Hyunjae was what people referred to as “intelligent but not smart”. He graduated with a 4.0 in engineering and could easily explain every nuance of how a rocket worked, but common sense went over his head. His boyfriend Younghoon constantly had to explain things to him.

“What else do you say when you just meet someone?” Eric mused out loud.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Try to find something in common?” Juyeon suggested.

“Video games?” Eric asked.

“Not really, no,” Juyeon replied.

“Golf?” Eric continued.

“Definitely not,” Juyeon said.

“Surfing?” Eric was rapidly running out of things that he enjoyed doing on a regular basis.

“I do enjoy surfing,” Juyeon replied.

“Great! I mean, um, how often do you go?” Eric asked. Juyeon smiled at him and if Eric didn’t know any better he’d say it was endeared.

“Not as much as I’d like. The best waves are in the morning these days and I’m not a morning person,” Juyeon said.

“Me neither. It’s hard for me to wake up at all,” Eric replied. Juyeon didn’t reply. Eric realized Juyeon thought he might start treading into substance abuse territory. “I’ve always been like that. Even in elementary school, I was hard to wake up. I think my mom sprayed me in the face with a water bottle like a poorly behaved cat.” Juyeon laughed the first genuine laugh that day. Though if Eric thought about it, he didn’t know the last time he heard Juyeon laugh. Laughing wasn’t the noise Juyeon made when they were together.

“Juyeon,” there was a soft knock at the door. “It’s time for your meds.”

“Right,” he nodded. “I gotta go.”

“They can’t just hand them to you?” Eric asked.

“They have to watch me in case something happens,” Juyeon explained. Eric didn’t want to know what exactly could happen.

“I can come back tomorrow at a better time,” Eric said.

“If you come in the afternoon there’s more time,” the nurse said.

“Thank you. I’ll do that,” he replied. Juyeon stood up and only then did Eric realize they were still holding hands.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Juyeon said and let go. Eric wasn’t sure if he should hug him before he left or just walk away. The irony of questioning whether or not he could touch the older man was not lost on him.

“Tomorrow,” Eric repeated.

“Just follow the signs and you’ll make it back to the front,” the nurse told him. Eric nodded and walked out ahead of Juyeon. When he got home, he set a countdown on his phone for the next afternoon.

Part 2

Eric was at the hospital at 1 o’clock on the nose the next afternoon. He’d barely slept and was running on coffee and anxiety. Logically, there was no reason to be anxious. Juyeon had agreed to see him. However, after yesterday’s visit Eric knew they were basically strangers. He still couldn’t stop his hands from shaking.

“I’m allowed to go outside today, though I think it’s more for you than me,” Juyeon said when he met Eric in the same room as yesterday.

“They don’t let you outside?” Eric was appalled.

“I haven’t been here for a full 2 weeks yet. I guess they think I’ll climb over the wall or something,” Juyeon shrugged.

“How long have you been here?” Eric asked.

“Ten days. You’re actually the first person who’s visited,” Juyeon told him.

“Your parents haven’t shown up?” If they cared enough to force him into rehab, Eric thought the least they could do is visit.

“Nope, according to my dad it’s ‘too hard’ for my mom. I think she thinks she failed as a parent or something. He could at least visit, but that hasn’t happened either,” Juyeon replied.

“So no one has come to see you in over a week?” Eric asked as they walked outside. For once they weren’t followed by a staff member.

“Not a single person. I was beginning to think everyone forgot about me,” Juyeon told him as they sat on a bench.

“What’s that?” Eric nodded toward the bandage on Juyeon’s arm. Juyeon had been wearing a long sleeved shirt yesterday and Eric hadn’t seen it.

“That’s for my IV margarita,” Juyeon replied bitterly.

“Your what?” Eric screeched.

“Basically they have to keep giving me alcohol so my heart doesn’t stop if I quit cold turkey. It’s not enough to get me drunk, but I can’t drink it because that ‘perpetuates the cycle’ or whatever. I also still get uppers so my heart doesn’t stop from also going cold turkey off cocaine. As you might recall, that was my drug of choice. Eventually I’ll be completely weaned off both. It was time for my IV when you were here yesterday. They have to watch me for at least an hour afterwards in case my vital signs go crazy,” Juyeon explained.

“So they keep an IV in your arm?” Eric confirmed.

“Yup. It gets changed out every few days so I don’t get an infection. My heart already stopped once so what’s one more time?” Juyeon shrugged.

“I’m sorry, what?” Eric knew they both went heavy on the substance abuse, but enough to stop his heart?

“That’s how I ended up in here. My heart stopped, my mom found me, and the rest is history,” it was obvious Juyeon didn’t want to talk about it. “I’m fucking 22 years old and I get tossed in here like a kid.”

Eric bit his lip. He had no idea what to say. He opted for extending his hand for Juyeon to hold. Juyeon took it, but didn’t look at Eric.

“You don’t look like a baby goat,” Eric said.

“A what?” Juyeon looked over at him.

“A baby goat is called a kid. I was trying to make a joke, but a joke isn’t funny if you have to explain it,” Eric’s shoulders slumped.

“Thanks for trying,” Juyeon smiled.

“It’s okay. Most people don’t laugh at my jokes. I think my humor is too complex,” Eric smiled back. Then Juyeon genuinely laughed. Eric liked the sound of his laugh.

“Tell me about school,” Juyeon said.

“Didn’t you go to college?” Eric asked.

“I did, but I want to hear about yours,” Juyeon replied.

“Oh, okay. I go to Yale, but I’m pretty sure that’s only because my parents gave them a ton of money. It’s not like I worked very hard in high school. I like it mostly. I’ve made some friends, but not super close. The orientation advisors pushed really hard for me to join a frat, but I didn’t do it. They also have these stupid things called ‘secret societies’, but everyone knows about them so how are they a secret? Everyone wants to get into those. It’s stupid as shit if you ask me,” Eric told him.

“Secret societies? Really?” Juyeon looked like he was trying not to laugh.

“They’re so serious about it, too. It’s a big deal if you get asked to be in one. It seems kind of weird and elitist to me,” Eric replied.

“Elitist? Since when do you use words like that?” Juyeon questioned.

“I guess since I spent too much time around East Coast people. Also the weather sucks there. It starts getting cold in September and stays cold until April. The fall is nice because they have trees that change color, but otherwise they can keep their coldass weather. I couldn’t get back here fast enough during winter break,” Eric shivered thinking about getting back from break and there was almost a foot of snow.

“I dicked around at UCLA for 4 years and they gave me a degree. I think my parents endowed a dorm or something,” Juyeon looked up at the sky and closed his eyes like he was trying to absorb the sunlight. Eric wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer, but he asked anyway.

“Did you dick down a lot of guys too?”

“Nope and before you ask I didn’t fuck girls either. I’m pretty sure my classmates thought I was waiting for marriage or something,” Juyeon still didn’t look at Eric.

“I was the only one?” Eric tightened his grip on Juyeon’s hand.

“You’ve been the only one since we started fucking around,” Juyeon finally opened his eyes.

“Wow, that’s not the answer I was expecting,” Eric admitted. He’d assumed that Juyeon fucked whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. He was good looking and outgoing. In Eric’s mind, there was no reason to turn him down.

“I know,” a tear rolled down Juyeon’s cheek.

“Oh god, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m so sorry!” Eric started to panic. Again. Juyeon finally looked over at him and wiped his eyes with his free hand.

“It’s not your fault. You asked and I answered. I’m actually naturally pretty shy. The drugs gave me fake confidence. I don’t like parties or places with lots of noise. Wanting to stay home and read a book wasn’t cool so that’s when I started drinking. Then at some point I decided to try cocaine. I met you about 6 months after I started doing cocaine regularly, so you never knew me any other way,” he scoffed.

“I can’t imagine you just sitting at home reading a book. Nobody pressured you, right?” Eric was fully prepared to cut off any and all relationships if Juyeon said yes.

“No, I did it to myself. I didn’t want to be left out. Though I was warned against hooking up with a 16 year old,” Juyeon replied.

“I bet I know who said that,” Eric snorted.

“I bet you do, too,” Juyeon agreed.

“Jacob,” they said in unison.

“You’re the only person I’ve had sex with. Hell, you’re the only person I went beyond kissing with,” it was Eric’s turn to look away this time.

“Is that why you busted in here demanding to know why I was here?” Juyeon asked.

“Excuse you, I did not ‘bust in’. I was let in by the staff at an appropriate pace,” Eric glared at him.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Juyeon pointed out.

“I guess I wanted to hear it from you. Changmin and Chanhee told me that you were here and legally how you ended up here. Not that I don’t trust them, but I wanted you to tell me what happened. I don’t want you to feel pressured to tell me anything you don’t want to, but I’ve always needed to see or hear something as close to the source as possible,” Eric said.

“Someday I’ll tell you everything,” Juyeon replied.

“Only when you’re ready,” they stared at each other for a moment.

“Juyeon! It’s time for your afternoon session!” one of the nurses called.

“We have to go to group therapy twice a day. Then I get my fake cocaine or my IV margarita. The irony is not lost on me,” Juyeon said before Eric could ask.

“Can I come back tomorrow?” Eric asked.

“You can,” Juyeon nodded.

“I’d say I’ll text you when I’m on my way, but I guess you don’t have a phone,” Eric realized.

“No phones, no access to the internet, nothing. They keep us in a bubble here unless they determine you’re stable enough to get a day pass. Even then they track you,” Juyeon stood up. He didn’t let go of Eric’s hand.

“How long are you here?” Eric asked as they walked toward the door.

“Eight weeks minimum. I’m ‘high risk’,” Juyeon’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Well, summer break is 14 weeks. I’ll be here as much as I can,” Eric promised.

“Thank you,” Juyeon’s tone softened. The nurse looked at their intertwined hands.

“No touching,” she said.

“Bite me,” Juyeon snapped.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay,” Eric squeezed Juyeon’s hand and then let go. “I didn’t mean to break the rules. I wasn’t aware touching wasn’t allowed.”

The nurse didn’t respond. She simply stared at Juyeon, ignoring Eric completely.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. Be good?” Eric went to touch Juyeon’s arm, but dropped his hand when he saw the death glare she was giving him.

“Only because you asked,” Juyeon looked at Eric. Eric walked with them as far as they’d let him go.

“Tomorrow,” Eric nodded.

“Tomorrow,” Juyeon whispered. Eric’s heart hurt as he watched Juyeon walk down the hall and disappear into a room.

“Excuse me, can I talk to someone in charge?” Eric asked when he walked by the nurses’ station.

“I am,” an older woman responded.

“I’m here visiting a patient and was told that touching isn’t allowed. Is that true?” Eric suspected Juyeon and this nurse had some kind of hostile relationship. He hadn’t reacted to the nurse from yesterday the same way. Of course, she also hadn’t taken issue with the fact they were holding hands. He’d let Juyeon down too many times. He wasn’t going to do it this time.

“We don’t allow sexual contact between patients and visitors, but other contact is fine,” she replied.

“So holding hands is okay?” Eric asked.

“That’s fine. We recommend physical contact for patients with regular visitors. As I said, we don’t allow sexual contact, but holding hands and hugging is allowed,” she confirmed.

“Can you please inform one of your nurses that she has incorrect information? It clearly upset my friend when we were told holding hands wasn’t allowed,” Eric had never been overly confrontational, but he wasn’t going to let this slide. Not when he saw how agitated Juyeon got.

“I’ll be sure to remind the staff of our policies,” she nodded. Eric thanked her, signed out, and got in his car. Then he cried until his eyes burned. Even if it wasn’t truly his fault, Eric felt responsible. That was a burden he never knew he’d carry.

Part 3

Eric visited Juyeon every day for the next week. The first day he had to miss was the following Saturday. His parents wanted to show him off to all of their friends at an afternoon garden party. He’d fought them on it, but ultimately lost. By the time he was free, visiting hours were over. Eric told Juyeon he wouldn’t be there so the other man didn’t have to wonder where he was. The staff was getting to know him and greeted him when they saw him.

The charge nurse Katherine, who he’d reported the nurse to last week (apparently her name was Susan) waved him down when he got to the back.

“He had a rough day yesterday,” she told him.

“He’s okay, right?” Eric tried to stay calm.

“He’s fine physically. He refused to get out of bed and he took a swing at one of the nurses when he tried to get him out for his therapy. We don’t have an order to restrain him because he doesn’t have a history of violence,” she explained.

“Restrain him?” this was getting more stressful by the minute.

“In patients that have a history of violence we can restrain them if necessary. Juyeon had no indications he could be violent so his parents didn’t sign the forms. The court didn’t specifically order it either. He can get a little snappy sometimes, but that’s normal. This was very much out of character for him,” she sighed. “We couldn’t get him out of bed this morning either. I told him you were coming, but that didn’t seem to change anything.”

“Am I allowed in his room?” Eric asked.

“Strictly speaking, no. However, I’ve been known to bend the rules in the best interest of a patient. He needs to keep going to his therapy sessions or they’ll just extend his time here. If he misses more than 5 sessions in a row without a medical reason then they’ll add another week. He’s missed 3 so far,” she said.

“So I can go in?” Eric was praying she’d say yes.

“If you can’t get him out of the room in half an hour then I have to kick you out, but I can cover for you for that long. He’s in room 4. End of the hall on the left,” she swiped her keycard and the door slid open. “If I don’t see you…”

“You’ll kick me out. I’ll do my best,” Eric replied as the door slid shut. The lights in the hall were dimmed. It was a little creepy and now Eric wasn’t surprised that Juyeon was excited to go outside.

“Fuck off,” he heard from the other side of the door when he knocked.

“Juyeon, it’s me. It’s Eric,” he said. The door wasn’t locked which Eric thought was odd given they were behind a door that required a keycard to open. He guessed that meant they could only get so far without a staff member. The longer Eric spent there, the more he thought how they were treated was borderline cruel.

Juyeon was curled up in the bed with the covers all the way over his head. He peeked out when he heard the door open.

“Hey,” Eric said softly.

“How’d you get back here?” Juyeon asked.

“Katherine snuck me in. I only have half an hour unless you agree to go to your therapy session this afternoon. If you agree to come out of your room then I can stay until it’s time for you to go,” Eric told him. Juyeon held back the covers indicating for Eric to get in the bed with him. Eric kicked off his shoes and crawled in facing Juyeon.

“Wow, this bed is really uncomfortable,” Eric observed.

“You have no idea,” Juyeon huffed. Eric pulled Juyeon into his chest. He was bigger than Eric both in height and overall build, but right now he felt small in Eric’s arms. He could feel the bones in Juyeon’s spine. He didn’t remember being able to feel them last time.

“She said you tried to hit someone yesterday?” Eric asked.

“I didn’t even touch them. It was more of an angry flail,” Juyeon replied. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“That’s fine,” Eric agreed.

“Please don’t miss a day again,” Juyeon whispered. Eric nuzzled Juyeon’s hair.

“I won’t. I’ll hide from my parents if I have to,” he replied. “Do I need to worry about you, baby?” The pet name slipped out.

“Maybe. I don’t know. I hate it here. Part of me doesn’t want to quit. They should know forcing someone to quit when they aren’t ready is asking for trouble,” Juyeon replied.

“For what it’s worth, I was able to cut back. I only drink on the weekends and I downgraded to just smoking weed or edibles. I could get cocaine if I wanted it, but I decided to try going without it. It was hard the first few weeks, but I didn’t really want to incur my parents’ wrath if I flunked out of the school they dumped a ton of money into during my first semester,” Eric told him.

“I missed you and instead of admitting it and asking for something more than just fucking and getting high, I decided to stay high all the time to totally block out my feelings,” Juyeon said. “When my heart stopped, I intentionally took more than I knew my body could handle. I decided to leave it up to fate. If I died, then I died. If I lived, then I lived.”

“Juyeonie, baby, if you want something more then I can give you something more. Please don’t hurt yourself again. Whatever you want, you can have it,” Eric was desperately trying not to cry.

“I want you to be my boyfriend. I’m terrified that you’ll never come back once you leave every day. If you’re just my friend or my ex fuck buddy, you’ll decide I’m not worth it and leave me here to rot just like everyone else has,” Juyeon was shaking in Eric’s arms.

“I will absolutely be your boyfriend and I’ll tell everyone who will listen that we’re together. You’re so much more to me than just a piece of ass. So, so much more than that,” Eric held him as tightly as he could without feeling like he was going to snap one of Juyeon’s bones.

“You really meant that when you showed up the first day,” it was a statement not a question.

“I did. If I didn’t care about you then I never would’ve bothered to check on you,” Eric said.

“Eric?” Juyeon whispered.

“Yes?” he replied.

“It’s against the rules, but will you kiss me?” Juyeon asked. He looked up at Eric like he’d never seen before. Eric didn’t know what it was, but he was going to let Juyeon take it.

Fuck the rules and everyone who enforced them.

Eric tilted his head down and kissed him. Juyeon wrapped his arms around Eric’s neck and kissed him back. They’d never kissed like this before. Of course, they never really kissed much at all. It was part of foreplay periodically, but Eric could probably count the number of times they actually kissed on one hand. One of them was their first time together and only because it started with making out.

“Ahem,” they heard from the door. Juyeon dropped his head into Eric’s chest. Eric looked up and saw Katherine standing in the doorway. She tapped her watch. Eric checked the time. They’d been making out for the better part of 15 minutes.

“Shit, sorry,” he said.

“Juyeon, are you going to come to therapy this afternoon?” she asked.

“Yes,” his voice was muffled by Eric’s chest.

“You promise?” Eric started rubbing his back.

“I promise,” he agreed.

“I can stretch your IV time by about half an hour, but that’s it. Eric, you can stay in here until it’s time for his treatment. You have to leave when we do the IV,” she said.

“How long?” Eric asked.

“An hour. Normally it would be half that. Though I don’t think anyone is overly keen on coming in here after yesterday,” she said. Juyeon winced.

“It’s okay, baby. She knows you were scared and anxious,” Eric said.

“Set an alarm please,” she chose to ignore Eric’s comment. Eric nodded and started a timer on his watch. “And I don’t want to walk in on you breaking the physical contact rules.”

Juyeon whimpered as the door closed again.

“She just doesn’t want to walk in on us having sex. We still have all our clothes on and it was just a little making out,” Eric tried to console him.

“I don’t want to have sex,” Juyeon replied.

“That makes it easy then,” Eric said.

“I mean, it’s not that I never want to have sex again, but I don’t think I could get hard even if I wanted to. This place ruined that for me,” Juyeon told him.

“We’ve both managed to remain celibate for months at a time so I don’t think a few more weeks will be a problem. Do you?” Eric thought back to Juyeon’s comment about his classmates thinking he was saving himself. Eric hadn’t even kissed someone else even though he had plenty of opportunities and willing partners. The only time he’d done anything since he went to school was with Juyeon during Christmas break. He hadn’t been interested in sex at school in spite of barely being able to stay off Juyeon’s dick when he was home.

“I don’t know when I’ll be ready again,” Juyeon said.

“That’s fine. I can wait,” Eric meant it. He hadn’t even gotten off since he’d been home. It hadn’t even really crossed his mind.

“Kiss me some more?” Juyeon asked.

“Of course,” Eric grinned. They made out until Eric’s watch went off signaling that he had to leave. He left Juyeon with as many kisses as he could give and the promise he’d be back the next day. He skulked out of the hall only slightly ahead of the staff going to give Juyeon his IV. Katherine caught his eye and gave him a small nod.

“Thank you,” he mouthed. She smiled right as the door slid closed. Only 5 weeks and four days until Juyeon was released. They could make it that long. Eric would make sure of it.

Part 4

“Can we talk about how much you’re going to The Plains?” Eric’s mom said when he got back at the end of the fourth week of Juyeon’s required eight.

“No. I told you Juyeon and I are dating and I need to be there for him. His therapists and doctors agree,” Eric snipped.

“I don’t understand why you decided to start dating now. You’ve known each other for years,” she said.

“Now was the right time to make it official. Also who I’m dating is none of your business,” Eric said.

“You don’t need to be hostile about it. You can not go for a day or two,” his mom said.

“No, I can’t not go. He’s already been abandoned by his parents. I can’t do that, too,” Eric was desperately trying not to lose his temper.

“I��d hardly call it abandoned. You can’t expect them to act like nothing happened,” that pushed Eric over the edge.

“Act like nothing happened? They forced him into that place! It might look all pretty and shiny from the outside, but they keep them locked up like prisoners. You just know what their marketing tells you. Have you ever been in there? Would you like to come with me one day so you can see what it’s really like? Don’t fucking defend his parents when all they did was send him away and hope they’d get some pristine version of him back,” he yelled.

“He tried to kill himself, Eric. Did you know that?” his mom snapped back.

“Of course I did. He told me himself. What difference does it make?” he snapped.

“How do you know he won’t do it again?” she asked.

“Because it was my fault! He did it because of me!” Eric finally said it out loud. His mom stared at him. “I left him without even saying goodbye. I care about him. Fuck, I love him.”

I love him.

Before his mom could say anything, Eric ran up the stairs to his room. He needed to say it to Juyeon. He reached for his phone only to remember Juyeon didn’t have his. As he was holding it in his hand, it rang. It was The Plains.

“Hello?” he said tentatively.

“Eric, it’s Katherine,” the nurse said on the other end. “You need to come back here.”

“What? Why?” Eric felt like he was going to throw up. Whatever she said next couldn’t possibly be good.

“Juyeon’s heart stopped. It wasn’t for long, but we just decreased his dosage on everything. He might have permanent damage to his heart or lungs. We’re moving him to an actual hospital for a more in depth exam than we can do here. I think it’ll be easier on everyone if you’re there,” she told him.

“Is he gonna die?” Eric asked.

“No, but if he does have damage to his heart or lungs, that could complicate things for the rest of his life. I’ve seen a lot of patients with permanent damage over my career and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was one of them,” she replied.

“Tell me where to go and I’ll be there,” Eric was already halfway out the door. Katherine gave him the address to the hospital and told him where to meet them.

Juyeon looked the worst Eric had seen him ever. He was ashen and having trouble staying awake. This time it was Eric who almost took a swing at a nurse when he tried to take Juyeon in for tests and Eric had to stay behind.

“You know hitting the staff is generally frowned upon,” Eric looked up and saw Kevin standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I work here,” Kevin pointed to his scrubs. Eric vaguely remembered something about Kevin starting medical school.

“Right,” Eric looked back down at his hands. “I just got a little heated.”

“You wanna talk about it?” Kevin sat in the chair across from him.

“What if something is wrong with his heart? What if he keeps having…whatever these are? That stupid place was supposed to make sure nothing happened and look where that got him,” Eric said.

“I’ll be honest, I thought it was way past time for something to be done about his drug use, but that was solely as his friend. As a medical professional, I know for sure it was past time. I’m surprised it wasn’t you,” Kevin said.

“Me?” Eric asked.

“Given your age at the time and what I know of human development when you started going hard, you should have some kind of cardiac damage. Instead you were able to cut back on your own with no obvious issues. Juyeon was older and statistically less likely to have problems. When I heard his heart stopped the first time, I wasn’t surprised. It was on purpose, you know that?” Kevin explained.

“Why does everyone assume I don’t know that? Of course we talked about it. Okay, maybe not in great detail, but he told me. He told me he did it on purpose,” Eric huffed.

“I know you’ve heard this before, but you two only had sex, drugs, and being rich only children in common. I’m not sure what changed your mind when you got back, but none of us ever thought you two would actually bond much less start dating,” Kevin replied.

“We’re all rich, Kevin,” Eric glared at him.

“You two are the two only children, though. The rest of us have at least one sibling,” Kevin pointed out.

“What difference does that make?” Eric asked. He was really getting sick of being talked down to.

“You think your parents let you get away with everything you did because they don’t care? They let you get away with everything you did because you’re their only child and can do no wrong. Even if what you’re doing is illegal. Juyeon’s parents were the same way,” Kevin told him.

“Were?” Eric raised an eyebrow.

“Everybody knows they haven’t visited him or even tried. The Plains tried to call them first and they didn’t pick up. I don’t know why they’ve ghosted him now when he actually needs them, but I’m also not a parent. You’re the only one he has,” Kevin’s tone softened.

“I love him,” Eric said quietly.

“And that is definitely something I never thought I’d hear,” Kevin said. “I’ll make sure you have as much access as possible. I’ll have you listed on all of the release paperwork. Not like his parents will check.”

“Thanks Kev,” Eric replied. Kevin patted Eric’s knee and then stood back up.

“He shouldn’t be gone much longer,” Kevin reassured and then left to continue his rounds. Eric knew what he had to do.

“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?” Younghoon asked.

“I need you to get Juyeon’s court ordered rehab reversed,” Eric said.

“Eric, that’s an almost impossible task. Once someone has been put in, there’s a limited number of reasons to get them out early. Juyeon isn’t even officially done detoxing,” Younghoon replied.

“And clearly The Plains isn’t capable of giving him proper care,” Eric countered.

“Look, if I can get access to his medical records I might be able to convince a judge to at least review his case. However, you aren’t family or legally his partner. They almost always side with the initial verdict and the family’s opinion. You might have access to his medical records, but his parents will find out one way or another that his case is being reviewed,” Younghoon explained.

“Can you at least try?” Eric pleaded.

“Fine. Send me his medical records and I’ll go over them. I make zero promises, though,” Younghoon sighed.

“Thank you! I’ll buy Bori a whole new wardrobe and those organic treats she likes,” Eric cheered.

“I love how you buy things for my dog as a thank you,” Younghoon replied.

“You mean your spoiled little princess who happens to look like a poodle?” Eric teased.

“Touche,” Younghoon chuckled.

“I have to get back to Juyeon. Expect a package for her soon,” Eric replied.

“You’re welcome,” Younghoon replied and hung up. They’d sedated Juyeon for all the tests. Eric had been concerned about what it might do to his heart, but Kevin assured him that it was safe. Eric sat next to the bed and took Juyeon’s hand. The older man stirred and rolled his head over.

“Hey,” Eric smiled.

“Hey,” Juyeon croaked. “What happened?”

“Your heart stopped after your last IV treatment. They think you might have heart damage so they brought you to the hospital for tests. Nothing has come back yet, though,” Eric explained.

“So I really did a number on myself, huh?” Juyeon replied.

“We don’t know that for sure,” Eric said.

“I come bearing good news and bad news. Which do you want first?” Kevin asked as he came into the room.

“Bad news,” Juyeon said.

“It would appear someone calculated the wrong dosage for your latest change in medication and it was far too low. The good news is all our tests came back negative. Your heart and lungs are fine as far as science can tell,” he said.

“They miscalculated the dosage? How does that happen?” Eric asked.

“Straight up negligence,” Kevin replied. “We tested the levels in your blood and calculated the dose accordingly. Three of us have checked it. The last thing we need is you having a third heart attack.”

“I have to tell Younghoon,” Eric pulled out his phone and began typing furiously.

“Why?” Juyeon asked.

“I’m gonna make sure you never go back there. Fuck your parents and their bullshit,” Eric replied, still typing.

“Before you get any bright ideas, we can’t release him until he’s detoxed correctly,” Kevin said.

“I trust you not to kill me,” Juyeon looked over at him.

“Thank you. I appreciate that,” Kevin smiled. “Get some more rest. You look like shit.”

“Fuck off,” Juyeon glared.

“Sounds like you’re gonna be fine,” Kevin laughed.

Part 5

“Once I told them we’d be looking into other incidents of possible negligence, the judge was more than happy to not only reverse Juyeon’s required time, but to allow me to proceed with the lawsuit I suggested,” Younghoon told Eric and Juyeon the following week. Juyeon was finally gaining weight and his mood had improved exponentially.

“How much are you suing them for?” Eric asked.

“Enough that you two could move to the most expensive country in Europe and never have to work a day in your lives,” Younghoon seemed quite proud of himself.

“Europe wasn’t what I had in mind, but thanks for the suggestion,” Juyeon was cuddled into Eric’s side. The younger boy was absently petting his hair while they talked.

“My only request is you don’t go back to your parents’ house,” Eric looked down at him.

“Well, whatever you decide you’ll certainly be able to afford it. Though you’re welcome to stay at our beach house when Juyeon is released,” Younghoon offered. Younghoon and Hyunjae had a beach house (more like a mansion) in Malibu.

“Thanks Hoonie,” Juyeon smiled.

“Of course. I’ll keep you updated,” Younghoon got up and left.

“Malibu?” Juyeon asked.

“Malibu,” Eric agreed.

After 6 weeks of more trauma than he’d ever had in his life, Eric led Juyeon into Hyunjae and Younghoon’s beach house.

“I am so happy,” Eric said as he kissed Juyeon.

“Me too,” Juyeon smiled against Eric’s lips.

“I wanted to tell you this before, but then the shit hit the fan,” Eric began.

“What’s that?” Juyeon leaned back and looked at him.

“I love you,” Eric smiled. Juyeon’s face broke out into the biggest smile Eric had ever seen.

“I love you too,” he kissed Eric with enough force that he almost fell over. Eric laughed and caught Juyeon. “There’s something I wanted to suggest.”

“Do tell,” Eric replied.

“I thought maybe we could spend some time out by the pool,” Juyeon started to blush a little.

“Okay…” Eric continued.

“Naked,” Juyeon finished.

“You’re blushing over suggesting naked sunbathing with a privacy fence when we’ve literally fucked in public at least a dozen times,” Eric teased.

“Things are different now,” Juyeon replied. He was right. They hadn’t spent weeks getting to know each other and only making out fully clothed before. They’d spent all of a few hours under the influence of various substances before Juyeon was fucking Eric in Sangyeon’s master bathroom.

“I think naked sunbathing sounds like a great idea. I just need to put sunscreen on my balls,” Eric said.

“Oh good god. Did you have to say that?” Juyeon covered his face.

“It made you laugh,” Eric pointed out.

“It did,” Juyeon conceded.

“Are you ready?” Eric asked.

“Putting it off won’t make it any easier,” Juyeon replied.

“Let me,” Eric carefully unbuttoned Juyeon’s shirt. He slowly pushed it off his shoulders, running his fingers down Juyeon’s arms. He was pale and still had bones showing through his skin in certain places. Eric still thought he was beautiful. Juyeon relaxed under his hands as he watched Eric. He brushed his hands down the Juyeon’s chest. Eric felt Juyeon’s pulse speed up.

“Now you do it to me,” Eric said. Juyeon nodded. He reached out with slightly shaky hands to unbutton Eric’s shirt. He kissed Juyeon as Juyeon touched him. Eric felt Juyeon’s long fingers wrap around his torso as he explored Eric’s body.

“What’s next?” Juyeon whispered against Eric’s lips.

“Pants off,” Eric told him. Juyeon reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped Eric’s jeans. His hands were still shaking. Eric put his hands on top of Juyeon’s.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said.

“I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing and we’ve had sex hundreds of times. This shouldn’t be hard,” Juyeon looked at him.

“It is different now. We aren’t those people anymore,” Eric said.

“I want you to see me, but I’m nervous. I don’t look like I used to,” Juyeon sighed.

“You don’t have to be tan and ripped to impress me. I know you know that,” Eric replied.

“Tell me who I am to you,” Juyeon let his hands rest on Eric’s hips.

“You’re the one who I secretly compared everyone else to. Yeah, we were toxic and fucked up before. I was too stupid to realize that not wanting to be with anyone else because I had you meant something. I was too stupid to realize that you meant something until I found out you were gone. Now I have you and I’m not going to lose you again. You’re everything to me,” Eric told him.

“You’re everything to me,” Juyeon wiped the tears off his face.

“Do you want to skip the naked sunbathing?” Eric asked. Juyeon shook his head.

“I want to feel all of you,” he said. Eric grinned and finished undressing both of them. They were naked in front of each other for the first time in over 6 months.

“I had an idea about how you can feel all of me,” Eric said.

“You do?” Juyeon was obviously trying not to cover himself. Eric took his arms and rested them on his shoulders.

“I thought maybe I could be inside you this time. I know normally it would be the other way around and we don’t actually have to have sex but only if you’re comfortable,” Eric suggested.

“I’m still having trouble getting hard,” Juyeon blushed.

“That’s okay. I’m the only one who needs to worry about whether or not he can get hard,” Eric bumped their noses together.

“So you’re just…inside me? You’re not trying to get me off or anything?” Juyeon clarified.

“Nope. Kevin suggested it and after I scrubbed the image of him and Jacob joined at the crotch, I thought it would be worth trying,” Eric replied.

“I like that idea,” Juyeon nodded. Eric walked them toward the bed and carefully laid Juyeon back. Eric rummaged through the side table and emerged triumphant with a bottle of lube.

“How did you…?” Juyeon began.

“Hoonie told me where they stashed all of their lube,” Eric grinned.

“Right,” Juyeon replied.

“Okay, baby, I’m gonna open you up now. Tell me if it hurts or you want me to stop,” he said. Juyeon nodded, but he was facing away from Eric so all he saw was his hair move. Eric was careful with his movements, gently opening his boyfriend up so he could take Eric’s cock. Juyeon was huge so he’d always taken time to make sure Eric was properly prepped. Eric wasn’t nearly as big (he’d like to think average) but he still wanted to take his time. It took him longer than usual to get hard, but Juyeon didn’t actually want sex so Eric’s dick was doing its best to be respectful. At least, that’s what Eric told himself.

“You ready?” Eric asked when he was 3 fingers deep.

“Yes,” Juyeon said, his voice muffled by the pillow. Eric carefully slid in and hugged Juyeon to his chest. The older man was easily 3 inches taller than Eric, but he was actively making himself smaller.

“This good?” Eric asked when his hips were flush against Juyeon’s ass.

“Very good,” Juyeon told him. “I like this.”

“I’ll be sure to thank Kevin when I talk to him,” Eric kissed the back of Juyeon’s shoulder. “You think you can sleep?”

“Maybe, my brain is so loud,” Juyeon told him.

“I can bore you to sleep,” Eric offered.

“And what can you talk about that’s boring?” Juyeon asked.

“Most of my classes are boring,” Eric laughed a little.

“Just talk to me,” Juyeon replied.

“Can do,” Eric talked about whatever came to mind from the weather in New Haven to buying Bori clothes and treats to how he wanted to spend their time now that it was just the two of them. He eventually felt Juyeon’s breathing change and even out. A quick peek confirmed his eyes were closed. Juyeon told him that he had trouble sleeping at the rehab center because the bed was so uncomfortable and there was always noise. He hadn’t slept much better in the hospital unless he was sedated. This was the first time Juyeon had been in a real bed in months. Younghoon and Hyunjae were never ones to skimp on luxury and Eric was pretty sure this mattress cost more than most college tuition for a year.

Eric had dozed off when Juyeon flailing in his sleep woke him up. Eric almost got an elbow to the face as he tried to bear hug his boyfriend into his chest to keep him from hurting either of them.

“Juyeon, baby, it’s okay. You’re safe. It’s just me. No one’s going to hurt you,” he breathed in Juyeon’s ear. Juyeon’s eyes flew open and he looked terrified. “It was just a nightmare. You’re safe.”

“They took me away. They took me from you,” he sobbed.

“Sshhh, they can’t do that anymore. Hoonie made sure that won’t happen. I’ll make sure that won’t happen. You never have to go back there again, okay?” Eric looked at him.

“You promise?” Juyeon asked.

“I promise. If they try anything they’ll have to take me too,” Eric said. Juyeon rubbed his eyes and nodded.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Now I know how fast you can get my dick out if you need to,” Eric kissed Juyeon’s forehead.

“Sorry about that,” Juyeon said.

“I think I was going soft anyway,” Eric replied. It was a lie. “Let’s get you outside and get some vitamin D.”

Juyeon agreed and Eric helped him outside. This was going to be a long road for both of them.

Part 6

“Hoonie wants to have a Bastille Day party,” Eric looked at his phone. Juyeon looked up from his coffee.

“A what?” he asked.

“Apparently since we missed the 4th of July, they still want to have a party. It would be drug and alcohol free,” Eric replied.

“That’s great, but what’s Bastille Day?” Juyeon asked.

“Something to do with the French Revolution. I asked if we could have a guillotine and Hoonie said no,” Eric grinned.

“None of us are French,” Juyeon pointed out.

“I don’t think that matters. I think they just want to have a party,” Eric replied.

“Bastille Day it is then,” Juyeon shrugged.

On Friday evening all of their friends arrived for Younghoon’s Fake 4th of July (as Chanhee dubbed it). They decided to keep it their core group instead of inviting absolutely everyone they knew. Juyeon had confessed he was happy it was just 11 of them because he didn’t want to deal with uncomfortable questions or rude comments about his time in rehab. Eric had also convinced Younghoon and Hyunjae to leave Bori and Darong.

“You mean he’s hated our dogs for years?” Younghoon asked.

“Hated might be the wrong word, but he doesn’t like them,” Eric had told him.

“He’s been under enough stress, babe. We can leave them for one evening,” Hyunjae said. Younghoon had sulked a bit, but ultimately agreed.

“I have mocktails!” Chanhee announced, carrying a tray of pink drinks with skewers of fruit sticking out.

“What’s in it?” Sangyeon looked at it suspiciously.

“Pink lemonade, club soda, a twist of lime and pineapple for garnish,” Chanhee handed him one.

“Thanks,” Juyeon took one. He was sitting in Eric’s lap in one of the deck chairs. Eric was absently rubbing Juyeon’s thigh as they talked. No one had brought up the change in their relationship and Eric hoped no one did. He was also happy no one was objecting to their, albeit subtle, PDA.

“So, um, are you feeling better?” Jacob sat down across from them. Eric knew Kevin told Jacob everything that happened, but Jacob was one of their biggest worriers.

“I’m better,” Juyeon smiled a little. He rested his head on Eric’s shoulder.

“You look better,” Jacob told him.

“I’ve insisted on lots of time in the sun,” Eric kissed Juyeon’s hair.

“Kevin said sun is good for you, I mean, it’s good for everyone, but…”

“Jacob, it’s fine. You don’t have to tiptoe around it,” Juyeon said. Jacob visibly sighed in relief.

“I was so worried. When Kevin told me what happened at The Plains I thought for sure you were -,” Jacob stopped himself.

“And thanks to Kevin that didn’t happen,” Juyeon reached over and touched Jacob’s hand.

“I’m just really happy you’re okay,” Jacob finally smiled.

“Thank you. I’m happy I am too,” Juyeon replied.

“Should I get you guys food?” he asked.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom first,” Juyeon said as he got up and pulled Eric up with him. Eric raised an eyebrow but followed Juyeon into the house.

“Babe?” he asked.

“I didn’t realize you touching my leg for that long would make me horny,” Juyeon kissed him.

“Did my pretty baby get all excited when I was touching him in front of our friends?” Eric grinned. Juyeon pulled him into the bathroom.

“Wanted you to touch me more,” Juyeon kissed him.

“Did you?” Eric asked. “Where did you want me to touch you?”

“Anywhere, everywhere,” Juyeon began to whine as he kissed Eric harder. “Fuck, I need you.”

Juyeon gasped when Eric pinned him against the wall.

“You can have me, baby,” Eric attached his lips to Juyeon’s neck and began sucking a hickey. Juyeon knotted his fingers in Eric’s hair as he pushed his hips against Eric’s.

“Ericcie,” he whined when the younger boy started sucking a spot on his collarbone.

“Want you all marked up. Want everyone to know you’re mine,” Eric breathed against the crook of Juyeon’s neck.

“Yours, always yours,” Juyeon breathed.

“Are you hard?” Eric asked when Juyeon bucked his hips up into Eric’s thigh. Juyeon let go of Eric’s hair and looked down. There was a prominent bulge in his shorts.

“Yes,” Juyeon laughed, bordering on hysterics. “Yes I am.”

“I’m gonna suck you fucking dry,” Eric dropped to his knees, opened up Juyeon’s shorts, and pulled his underwear down just enough to release his cock.

“Please,” Juyeon whimpered. Eric took most of Juyeon’s cock into his mouth and was rapidly reminded of just how fucking big his boyfriend’s cock was. They’d blow each other if they didn’t have time for actual sex, but it wasn’t common and Eric was usually the recipient not the giver. He was determined to give Juyeon the best orgasm of his life. Eric relaxed his throat and was able to take all of Juyeon.

“Holy fuck, holy fucking fuck, ba-,” Juyeon stopped himself. Eric popped off and looked up at him.

“If I’m making you feel this good then feel free to call me baby,” he said.

“You’re making me feel amazing, baby,” Juyeon petted his hair. Eric grinned and swallowed Juyeon back down. Juyeon kept massaging his scalp as Eric sucked and licked. Drool was starting to run down his chin. He didn’t care. Juyeon’s chest was heaving as Eric worked his cock.

“Your mouth, fuck, I’m so close,” he panted. Eric held onto Juyeon’s thighs and pulled back to suck on the tip. Juyeon almost collapsed on Eric’s head when he started coming. Eric drank it down instead of surreptitiously trying to spit it out. He wanted all of Juyeon. He needed all of Juyeon.

“Really you two? Again?”

Sangyeon’s voice got their attention. He stood in the doorway glaring at them. Juyeon quickly tucked himself back in. Eric stood up, the boner in his shorts obvious. The couple looked at each other and started laughing.

“You’re ridiculous,” Sangyeon muttered as he closed the door.

“Why is he the one who always walks in on us?” Eric asked when he caught his breath.

“He hydrates well?” Juyeon suggested. Eric snorted. Juyeon looked down and squeezed Eric’s crotch. The younger man whined. “Should I do something about this?”

“Please,” Eric squeaked.

“First let’s move to the bedroom and lock the door,” Juyeon said.

“Good idea,” they almost ran into the bedroom and locked the door. They were both completely naked when they hit the bed.

“Any preferences?” Juyeon asked after he landed on top of Eric.

“Surprise me,” Eric smiled up at him.

“Are you sure?” Juyeon asked.

“I trust you,” Eric cupped Juyeon’s cheek.

“Good,” Juyeon smiled at him then began to move his way down Eric’s body. He bumped Eric’s cock with his cheek. “Should I suck you off and return the favor? Or should I be a little more creative?”

Eric looked down at him as Juyeon pushed Eric’s legs apart.

“I always wanted to try eating your ass, but it never seemed like the right time. I think now is a good time,” he mused.

“Oh fuck,” Eric dropped his head back on the pillow.

“Roll over for me, baby,” Juyeon instructed. Eric rolled over and practically presented.

“I think all that time naked sunbathing has done wonders for your skin,” Juyeon said as he ran his hand over Eric’s ass. Eric wiggled his hips. “Trying to show off?”

“Maybe,” Eric looked over his shoulder. His cock hung heavy between his legs. Juyeon let his fingers graze over Eric’s belly and hips, purposely avoiding his dick. Then Juyeon pulled Eric’s asscheeks apart and spit on his hole.

“What the fuck?” Eric jumped.

“You didn’t like it?” Juyeon asked.

“No, I did, you just surprised me,” Eric replied.

“Now it’s time for the fun part,” Eric felt Juyeon smile against his asscheek. Eric nodded, then felt Juyeon’s tongue lick a long stripe over his taint and then to his hole. Juyeon teased around his entrance until Eric started to whine. He held Eric’s hips and plunged his tongue into his spit slick hole.

“Oh Jesus fuck, Juyeon,” Eric grunted. He’d never felt anything like this. Juyeon’s mouth was hot and warm and his tongue was doing things Eric didn’t even know was possible. Juyeon clamped his arms around Eric’s hips when he tried to crawl away.

“Gotta stay still for me,” Juyeon said. Eric tried to catch his breath before Juyeon put his mouth on him again. He could feel his cock leaking on the sheets, begging for attention. Eric started to reach down and Juyeon popped him on his right asscheek.

“You’re coming untouched,” Juyeon said. Eric whimpered. The Old Juyeon would tell him that just to be mean. This Juyeon wanted Eric to black out from his orgasm. At least that’s what it felt like. Eric was starting to get dizzy when it hit him. Juyeon held him up and continued his assault with his tongue as tears ran down Eric’s face. When he finally finished, Eric collapsed forward into his own come.

“Ew,” he grunted.

“You’re welcome,” Juyeon teased, laying back next to him.

“I think I’m dead,” Eric turned his head over to look at his boyfriend. He was smiling so wide that his eyes almost disappeared.

“I did good?” he asked.

“Very good,” Eric smiled. “But you’re brushing your teeth before you kiss me.”

“Love you too, babe,” Juyeon kissed his shoulder then walked into the bathroom. Happy didn’t even begin to describe the feeling blooming in Eric’s chest as he watched his boyfriend walk away.

Part 7

“No peeking!” Eric led Juyeon into the garage with his hands over his eyes.

“I’m not!” Juyeon huffed.

Eric pulled his hands off Juyeon’s eyes to reveal a sleek white sports car. Juyeon’s jaw dropped.

“Is this…?”

“One of only 5 in the entire world? Yes it is,” Eric grinned. “I wanted you to have something special since you got your license reinstated.”

“This is too much,” Juyeon stared at the car.

“Nothing is too much for you. Also I know a guy who knows a guy and he knocked a few dollars off the price,” Eric hugged his boyfriend from behind.

“A few million maybe,” Juyeon continued.

“Stop arguing and accept my gift,” Eric nipped at Juyeon’s ear.

“I love it, I’m just in shock that you’d do this for me,” Juyeon turned to look at him.

“Well MOMA refused to give me Starry Night so I thought this was the next best thing,” Eric teased. Juyeon finally cracked a smile.

“Take a closer look,” Eric gave him the keys. “I was going to suggest we christen it properly, but I think it’s a bit of a tight fit.”

Juyeon rolled his eyes before opening the driver’s side door.

“Get in! Get in!” Eric opened the passenger door and waved Juyeon in. The other boy sat in the driver’s seat and began marveling at all the features. Eric began rattling off all the specs most of which he didn’t understand, but had memorized anyway.

“Eric this is…” Juyeon started crying before he could finish. Eric scrambled to the other side and pulled Juyeon into his arms.

“I love you and I wanted to do this for you. No more wasting money on drugs or booze or stupid things that won’t last. I want you to have something that we can pass down to our grandchildren,” Eric hugged him.

“We?” Juyeon looked at him.

“I was kinda hoping you’d want to marry me. Someday. Maybe not right now,” Eric told him. “Most men get rings when they’re proposed to.”

“You got me a $5 million car,” Juyeon laughed through the tears.

“Technically $4.5 million,” Eric grinned.

“Yes, I will marry you and we’ll have a houseful of kids and maybe a cat. Maybe,” Juyeon replied.

“You know they’re gonna freak when they find out,” Eric kissed Juyeon.

“I guess we just won’t tell them then,” Juyeon nuzzled Eric’s cheek. “And just because we can’t have sex in the car doesn’t mean we can’t have sex on the car.”

“Lee Juyeon, did you just suggest we have sex on the hood of your $4.5 million car?” Eric stared at him.

“What’s the matter, Eric? Too fast for you?” Juyeon grinned. He stepped back and leaned back on the hood, extending his arms above his head so a sliver of his stomach peeled out under his shirt. Eric felt his pulse speed up. Juyeon picked up his head and gave Eric a look he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Fuck me.

“Are you sure?” Eric squeaked.

“If you bought me a car that can’t handle us fucking on it then you need to return it and get me something that can,” Juyeon’s eyes had darkened as he watched Eric.

“I don’t know if there’s any lube…” Eric was getting dizzy, but he was definitely hard.

“Glove box,” Juyeon nodded toward Eric’s car parked next to Juyeon’s. Eric scrambled to open the door and sure enough Juyeon had stashed a bottle of lube in the glove box. Juyeon smirked at him from his reclining position. Once Eric got a look at his boyfriend flushed, hard, and licking his lips, Eric gave up on worrying if they damaged the car.

“Fuck,” Eric breathed and was on top of Juyeon. Juyeon spread his legs as Eric crawled between them.

“Fuck me like a fiancé on a limited edition sports car should be fucked,” Juyeon told him.

“Is that what I’m calling you now?” Eric ground his hips against Juyeon’s.

“You did ask me to marry you and I did say yes so I believe that does make me your fiancé,” Juyeon started sucking a hickey under Eric’s jaw.

“I love you so fucking much,” Eric wrestled his shirt off and tugged at Juyeon’s. The other boy wiggled out of it then pushed Eric’s basketball shorts down. They eventually wrestled all their clothes off without getting off the car. By the time Eric slid into Juyeon, they were sweaty and panting. Their bodies moved in tandem, each one anticipating the other’s every move. If someone told Eric a year ago that he’d be making love to Juyeon on the hood of a car Eric bought for him, he would’ve laughed in their face.

There was no urgency to their touches. It was like they had all the time in the world. Eric took in every curve and dip of Juyeon’s body. He never wanted to forget the feeling of this beautiful boy under him. Their road had been complicated, dangerous, and almost fatal, but like the car underneath them, they’d survived everything. As if to prove a point, they came within seconds of each other.

“Was that what you had in mind?” Eric asked, still inside Juyeon.

“Yes, that’s definitely what I had in mind,” he smiled, running his hand down Eric’s back.

“However, this is not how I expected this to play out,” Eric propped his chin up on Juyeon’s shoulder.

“Which part?” he asked.

“I was thinking of the part where I proposed to you about 5 years too early, but also having sex on the hood of your car can go on that list,” Eric replied.

“You were going to wait 5 years?” Juyeon raised an eyebrow.

“Okay maybe not 5 years, but I can’t even legally drink in this country,” Eric told him.

“I believe I once told someone once that age is just a number,” Juyeon replied.

“I guess if you want to be technical we have known each other for almost 4 years,” Eric said.

“In the Biblical sense even,” Juyeon grinned. Eric rolled his eyes.

“I hate smart people,” he said.

“No you don’t. Let’s go back in the house. I’m sweaty,” Juyeon kissed Eric. It was taking a lot for Eric to not jump Juyeon all over again when he saw him come dripping down the other boy’s legs.

“Don’t give me that look,” Juyeon said without turning his head.

“You can’t even see my face!” Eric protested.

“I still know,” Juyeon turned around.

“I hope you realize I’m taking you at least 2 more times today,” Eric kissed him.

“Only 2?” Juyeon grinned.

“Well when you put it that way…”

As they made love for the third time that day with the windows open and the late August breeze grazing over their bodies, Eric was grateful he’d made the decision to show up unannounced to The Plains that day. He knew Juyeon was too.

#minors dni #the boyz fanfic #the boyz smut #the boyz juric #juyeon x eric

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heykoonsy · 10 months ago

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Word Count: 4k+

Pairing: Husk x Angel Dust (HuskerDust/AngelHusk), some Angel Dust x OC sprinkled in for flavor

Summary: “Give him everything but your ass.” Angel Dust was tasked with one job: convince the investor to subsidize Valentino’s agency. Angel was more of a closer to Valentino, enticing the wealthier of his associates into funding projects for him. However, this latest pitch didn’t go as planned and Angel’s hubris prevented him from seeing the potential drawbacks of a one night stand with someone Valentino marked. In this slow burn love story, Angel must confront the worst parts of himself if he is going to win back his career.

Content Warnings: Rated 18+ for foul language & threatening dialogue

Author's Note: The HuskerDust content from the new series is giving me life. I am literally eviscerated every time I see them.

Angel lay on the bed of the set, his lingerie ripped to pieces and his stiletto heels draped off the side of the duvet. He was sitting up on his elbows, his eyes scanning the rest of the studio. He saw a mound of editors, techs and stage hands all huddled around the editing bay with Vercelli in the center. They’d been trying to fix something for the last ten minutes and every minute that passed pushed Angel closer and closer to walking off set. This shoot seemed doomed from the start.

He’d been working with Vercelli for the last few days now on his latest script–”his masterpiece”–everyone was calling it. Personally, Angel didn’t see anything to go crazy over, but his opinion didn’t really matter with these sorts of things. Valentino decided from the moment he read it that Angel would be playing the lead. And what Val wants, he gets. It made sense, as Angel had just finished up his last scene for the picture Guerrero was putting together. While his team edited down what footage they were able to capture, Angel took a few nights off.

Vercelli spent the last few weeks editing the script and working out quirks with the staging, desperate to make this his most ambitious film yet. After Angel was handed a finalized script, he sat on the sidelines as his team rushed to design the sets. Everything was moving rather slowly–which Angel blamed on Vercelli’s poor management style. Granted, he wasn’t as aggressive with his team as Guerrero–and not as motivated as Brut. He was somewhere in the middle regarding talent. He was far from the worst, but a far cry from the best in the business. However, to some, he was doing groundbreaking work.

Angel looked to his right, where he could feel eyes lingering on him. He’d felt them every day that he’d been on set. He’d felt them when he was running lines with his co-star. Even when he was walking past everyone to get to his dressing room. Angel knew better than to make direct eye contact with the gaze’s owner. That would just lead to another conversation he didn’t want to have. Instead, Angel acted like he was stretching his neck waiting for Vercelli to resume his stage directions.

Angel was kept waiting, and the eyes on him persisted.

“Xy,” Angel called out.

“Yes, Angel?” Xy prompted, her head poking out from the crowd around Vercelli. She appeared in front of him in a matter of seconds.

“Is this gonna take any longer?” Angel asked as politely as he could.

Xy looked over at the group crowded around the editing bay. She shook her head. “I’m not sure. Could I get you some water?”

Angel shook his head. “No, that’s alright.”

“I’ll ask him if you can leave set at least. The A/C is really cranked today.” Xy reassured him with a small touch on his shoulder and went running back to the group.

Angel sighed, understanding that as good as Xy was at her job, there was no way she would be able to pry their attention away. Which meant that he was stuck here.

It would be different if he weren’t so exposed. Strange sentiment coming from the mind of a porn-star, who’s whole job supported and appreciated nudity. But it was exactly how he felt–exposed. He wasn’t in the middle of a sex scene, he wasn’t posing nude for a couple of good stills. He was just lying there on a bed, his torn tights revealing a large bit of his ass. He didn’t have a shirt on, the black girdle he wore covering most of his midsection and leaving the fluff of his chest bare. He’d long since ditched his panties–which he’d tossed to someone in Wardrobe off set.

Which just left him and the all-encompassing stares of his watcher from the right.

“Okay, fixed. Angel, you hanging in there?” Vercelli asked, peeking up at Angel from the editing bay.

Angel Dust snapped to attention. “Yupp, all good here,” Angel lied, a wide smile sliding across his face as he raised his leg in a pointe.

Vercelli clapped his hands together, signifying that they were resuming the scene. “Okay, to recap, you’ve just torn up your own tights, you’re preparing yourself for–

“Light four is down again, sir.”

Vercelli dropped his script on the floor and it made a loud smack as it collided with the linoleum. “This fucking light,” he said under his breath.

“Sir, may I escort Angel back to his room?” Xy asked, a cold sweat forming on her brow.

Vercelli paused a moment and looked at Angel. “Fine, fine. Take a break Angel, we’ll call for you.” He closed his eyes to collect himself. “Beck!” He shouted.

Beck came out of nowhere to answer his call. “Yes, sir?”

“Get me Valentino. This is ridiculous. My greatest work yet and this fucking light–

“Light two is down.”

Before Vercelli had a chance to slide everything off the editing desk, Xy whisked Angel away to his dressing room. Angel wasted no time at all saying his goodbyes to her at the door and slamming it shut. He was desperate to have something separating himself and those eyes he felt were glued to every inch of his exposed flesh. He locked the door, peace filling his mind once he realized that he had true protection now.

Until he heard a soft knock on his door.

Fuck.

“Who is it?” Angel cooed, his voice raising slightly to come off as flirty in case it wasn’t who he thought it was.

“Angel Dust,” Tezan sang the syllables of his name. “You gonna let me in?”

Angel felt a shiver run down his spine. No. “Sure, suga, just let me get decent,” he cooed.

Tezan made a noise in the back of his throat outside the door. “No need, sweetheart.”

Angel Dust threw on his longest, fuzziest pink robe and went to the door. He took a second to prepare himself. A deep inhale, a wide smile, happy eyes. He wasn’t creeped out. He wasn’t creeped out. Angel unlocked the door silently and swung it open. He put a hand on his hip and gestured for Tezan to come inside.

“How did you like the shoot?” Angel asked. “Despite all the technical difficulties,” he added quietly.

“I can’t say I’ve ever been on a real set before,” Tezan said, waltzing past Angel. “It was very,” he paused behind Angel, looking over his shoulder and down at what little of his chest remained uncovered, “illuminating.”

Angel did his best not to cringe. He left the door of his dressing room wide open, instead choosing to cross the room and move towards one of the dressers that held a small collection of spirits. Angel selected a wine bottle from the front–a congratulatory bottle from Val for completing Geurrero’s film. He raised it, showing it off to Tezan.

“Some wine while we wait?”

Tezan sat on the chair beside Angel’s vanity. “Sure,” he said.

Angel poured two glasses quickly and handed one off to Tezan. “Here ya go.”

Tezan nodded in acknowledgement. “Vercelli wasn’t kidding, this really is some of his best work.”

Angel nodded. “How long have you been following his career? I haven’t starred in much of his films–but Valentino insisted that I give this role some of the ol’ Angel flare.”

Tezan took a sip of his wine. “I agree,” he said. “There’s just something about you in ripped tights.”

Angel Dust smiled reflexively. “You a fan of these legs’a mine?”

Tezan didn’t answer, instead choosing to meet Angel’s eyes. There was a certain heat in them that Angel recognized. They weren’t the eyes of a regular onlooker–plenty of investors had come to see Angel work and he’d had no trouble. Even his most die-hard fans knew when talent was traveling–but Tezan was different. He wasn’t just an investor, he was a consumer. And everything in his gaze told Angel Dust that he was prey.

From the way his eyes followed him around the room, to the way he lingered around the corners of the set. Always close–but never arising suspicion. In fact, this moment in Angel’s dressing room was the first time Tezan had done this. And of course no one outside was any the wiser. Tezan merely looked like someone Angel Dust had a long standing relationship with.

“When is your next film coming out?”

Angel took a moment to think about it. “Guerrero launches it a week from today. I did all the promos for it before Val signed me on with Vercelli.”

Tezan nodded. “You’re havin’ no trouble pickin’ up work since Val ditched that wannabe.”

Angel pressed the wine glass to his lips, getting a sample of the yellow liquid before pulling it away. He swirled the wine in his cup for a moment, eyes going half-lidded. “Oh honey, I neva have trouble pickin’ up work,” Angel leaned against the dresser behind him and crossed his legs at the ankle.

“That would have changed if Val had kept Brut on the payroll. Beck told me he was signing some lackluster talent.”

“Tread lightly,” Angel warned, playing off his obvious anger with manufactured pride, “he signed me afterall.”

Tezan took a pull on his glass, “That he did.”

Angel raised his eyebrows and slowly sipped his glass of wine. He swallowed quickly. Huh, he thought, bitter for a Moscato.

Angel Dust was on his way out of the studio when he stopped abruptly in the lobby. He looked through the glass doors–his eyes catching the shadowed silhouette of Tezan outside having a smoke. Angel could only guess why he was waiting outside so he turned around to head back to the elevator.

The doors opened swiftly and he pressed the button for the top floor–Valentino’s floor. He waited patiently in the elevator, listening to the soft music play before the doors opened again. He stepped out, legs carrying him to Val’s office.

“Angel,” Jax said. There was no alarm in his tone, because nothing truly surprised Jax, but Angel could tell that he was curious as to why he was here.

“Hey,” Angel said, stopping before him. “Is Val in?” Angel already knew the answer, but he waited for one anyway.

“He is currently unavailable.”

“But he’s in,” Angel said, affirming what they both knew. He stepped past Jax and opened the door to Val’s office. Jax protested, but there was little time for him to intervene as Angel had already disappeared behind the door.

“Angel,” Valentino sneered, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Angel crossed his office, his heels clacking as he made his way to Val’s desk.

“I heard there was trouble on set today,” Val said, picking up Angel’s side of the conversation. “Is that what has you all bothered?”

Angel stopped in front of Val, hands going on his hips. “The lights were Vercelli’s headache today, not mine.”

Valentino sat back in his chair, resting his foot on his knee. “And what was your headache Angel baby?”

Angel Dust looked at Val right in the eye, “Our newest investor is a fan of mine.”

Val chuckled, “So I’ve heard. He’s visited you everyday this week. What a spell you’ve got him under.”

Angel rested his palms on Valentino’s desk. “He can’t keep visiting me.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I don’t like him,” Angel said, furrowing his brow.

Valentino nodded his head. He put down his leg and pushed his chair out from under his desk. “Hmm,” he said absentmindedly as he stood. “You don’t like him.” Valentino turned around so his back was towards Angel.

“He’s distracting me,” Angel Dust said, eyes following Val as he began turning around.

Valentino’s hand swept backwards as he turned around–the back of his palm colliding with Angel’s cheek. “The next time you tell me what to do with my investors, you’ll get more than one.”

Angel stood up straight, his eyes glued to the floor.

“Why don’t you remind me why we’re working with that low-level scum in the first place?” Valentino asked–his tone venomous.

Angel said nothing, he didn’t move.

Valentino did not like that, he slammed his hands down on his desk. “Tell me why we’re working with him!” He yelled.

Angel flinched. “Because I fucked up,” Angel admitted quietly.

Valentino grabbed Angel’s chin roughly and pulled him close. He got so close Angel could smell his last cigarette. “Because you fucked up,” Val said through clenched teeth.

He released Angel roughly and he clattered backwards.

“Get out of my office,” Val said.

Angel kept his head down as he walked towards the door. He opened it quickly and closed it behind himself. Angel didn’t bother stopping to chat with Jax–he’d probably heard the entire exchange. All he wanted to do was put as much distance between him and Val as he could.

When Angel got back to the hotel, he went straight to his room–not bothering to greet anyone. Not that there was anyone to greet that afternoon. He stalked up the stairs–needing to blow off some steam–even after walking all the way home. Luckily he hadn’t run into Tezan outside. He must have left before Angel had come out. Thank fuck.

Angel went inside his room and locked the door behind him. He started undressing immediately, throwing his clothes across the room in organized piles on the floor. They ranged from rank, to soiled, to worn-once, and finally clean. It wasn’t a good system, but it was a system nonetheless.

Angel Dust looked around for his pink sweatpants–eager to get into something comfy so he could loaf around in self-pity. Before he started getting irrationally angry, he heard some soft oinking in the corner. Fat Nuggets revealed himself from one of Angel’s piles.

“Aw, Nugs, you found my pants!” Angel said happily. “I should have known they’d be in the pajama pile.”

Fat Nuggets jumped out of the way so that Angel could throw his pants on. Next, he tossed on an old black t-shirt. He collapsed onto his bed and Fat Nuggets joined him, hopping onto bed and begging for pats.

Angel conceded, giving his chin a scratch absentmindedly. But pig-lovin’ didn’t scratch that itch Angel had. He needed booze after a day like this one. His first thought was Cherri–they hadn’t talked much since Angel ghosted her after fucking over Agony and Brut. If he called her up wanting to drink he’d have to fill her in on all the bullshit. And that was if she wanted to hear anything he had to say.

He sat up, grabbing his phone from inside his purse and looking at their last conversation.

Damn bitch get it!

Angel frowned, remembering their conversation. Prior to Spitzers, before Tezan–before everything went sour. Well, he supposed it was always sour, but there were just enough sugar cubes in the lemonade to keep him sipping. Angel tucked his phone into his pocket and sat up, displacing Fat Nuggets enough for him to protest.

“Come on Nugs, follow Daddy,” Angel beckoned, his voice high.

Fat Nuggets did as requested and when Angel opened the door to his bedroom, he followed him down the hallway and to the elevator. It wasn’t five minutes before Angel was skirting through the lobby and to his seat at the bar. His seat, Angel scoffed. It was just the same stool he happened to grab each time he sat down with Husk.

“Husky, baby,” Angel said, waving him over once he got comfortable.

Husk looked over, his eyes already narrowed from the trials of the day. Despite the look on his face, Husk made his way right over.

“I was wonderin’ if you were gonna make your way down tonight.” Husk said absently as he tossed a hand towel over his shoulder.

Angel leaned in, covering his lips with his hand like he was keeping his next sentence a secret from the ghosts in the room, “Careful Husky, people are gonna think you like me.”

Husk shook his head. “You’re right, can’t have that.”

Angel rested his elbows on the bar, watching as Husk placed a pair of shot glasses and a pair of drinking glasses in between them.

“What will it be tonight?” Husk asked, hands going on either side of the glasses waiting patiently for Angel’s response.

Angel made a face like he was indecisive. “Hmm,” he said. “Hit me with the Pirate’s Booty or whatever.”

Husk rolled his eyes, “The Pirate’s Treasure,” he corrected him.

“Yeah, yeah, that one,” Angel smiled from ear to ear.

“Last time I made you that you couldn’t walk.”

Angel Dust put a hand up to dismiss him. “You still think I’m a lightweight?”

Husk smirked. “Tell ya what, if you can win it, then it’s yours.”

“Woah woah woah, winnin’ sounds like work,” Angel said.

Husk took a minute and assembled his “game”. He took three jiggers and placed them on the bar. Then he grabbed a napkin and crumpled it up into a tight ball. Angel looked dumbfounded at the mess he’d laid out before him. He raised an eyebrow.

“Did I win?” Angel asked, being an ass.

Husk then got to work making three shots. Angel was happy to report that he recognized every single one of them. First, a standard green tea shot, then the Naughty Neapolitan, and of course, the star of the show: the Pirate’s Treasure. Then, Husk assembled three shots of water, tonic and sour mix.

Husk grabbed the jiggers and lined them up in a row. Then, when he was sure Angel was paying attention, he began explaining. “I’ll hide the ball under one of my cups–you guess which one is hiding it. You guess right, you get a shot.”

Angel smirked. “Sounds fun,” he said. “Alright, I’m game, but you betta get ready to make a whole lot of shots.”

Husk chuckled. “Yeah kid, I’m ready.”

Angel made a gesture for Husk to start. Angel concentrated on the three jiggers, watching as Husk hid it under the middle one. Then, in an instant, Husk began moving the jiggers seemingly in unison, switching their places with practiced precision. Angel watched in horror as he realized that he might just be severely outmatched.

Husk paused, “Which one has the ball?”

Angel looked up at him, the betrayal he felt reflecting on his visage.

Husk choked on a laugh. “What? Too fast for ya?”

“You didn’t tell me that you were a savant.”

“You got a one-in-three chance, those are some good odds.”

Angel sighed and chose the jigger on his right. “That one,” he said with as much confidence as he had in that moment: zero.

Husk smiled wickedly, and when he raised the jigger, Angel saw no napkin ball. Without skipping a beat, Husk took the green tea shot.

“Hey hey woah, I thought those were for me?”

“If you win, if not they go to me.” Husk handed off the shot of water to Angel.

Angel huffed and crossed his arms. “Alright, next round. I’m playing seriously this time.”

“You weren’t already?”

Angel didn’t answer, instead he focused on Husk’s hands as they moved furiously on the bar. When he stopped, Angel pointed to the center jigger.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Angel narrowed his eyes.

Husk pulled the jigger up and there was no ball again. “Tonic for you,” he said with a shit-eating grin.

Angel growled, “Next round.”

Husk chuckled as Angel struggled to pick a jigger.

“You’re not allowed to laugh at me,” Angel said, trying to replay Husk’s movements in his mind to visualize where the ball was.

They had been playing this game for nearly an hour and Angel had only won a handful of shots. Four green tea shots, one Naughty Neapolitan and zero Pirate’s Treasures. He’d taken countless shots of water, tonic and sour mix–and frankly, he was getting tired of it. The worst part of the game was the more Angel won, the worse he played–while Husk only got better.

The alcohol seemed to make him looser, and his hands slid across the bar faster and lighter than they had before. This round, Angel wasn’t sure how he could possibly choose the right jigger. Everything went so fast. He wondered if he should just guess instead of trying to be logical about it.

“Giving up?” Husk asked.

Angel glared up at him. “Absolutely not,” he said, and chose the jigger to his left. “This one.”

Husk had genuine shock on his face when he pulled up the jigger and the napkin ball was resting beneath it. “Huh, did you guess?”

Angel smiled, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Husk smirked and slid over Angel’s first Pirate’s Treasure of the night. “You earned it.”

Angel smiled as he grabbed the shot glass. He downed it in seconds–slamming the shot onto the table when done. “Fuck yeah, I did!” He scooted in his stool, which caught Husk’s attention.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Huh?” Angel said, clearly caught off guard. “Nah, just adjusting. Fat Nuggets is right below me.”

“So that’s where he went,” Husk said absentmindedly. “Do you want a cocktail next?”

Angel hmm’d and ha’d for a moment before he decided that yes, he did want a cocktail. “Malibu Bay Breeze,” he said happily.

Husk made quick work of the drink and in moments, it was standing before Angel.

Angel slid it over and took an excited sip. “You have no idea how much I missed this,” he sighed. “I went to a bar some levels down and it was the worst thing I’ve eva put in my mouth.”

Husk’s ears perked up at that. “Oh yeah?”

“Would I lie to you?”

Husk shrugged, “Must have been a shit-place if they can’t get a Bay Breeze right.”

Angel played with the ice in his drink by swirling it with his straw. “Only thing worse was the company. I was on a job.”

Husk didn’t say anything, merely cleaned up the aftermath of their game. But, just because he wasn’t responding did not mean that he was uninterested in what Angel had to say. As much time as they spent together, Angel picked up on a few things.

Their silences were never uncomfortable–Angel realized that immediately. If there was a lull, by no means did either of them need to fill the silence with more chatter. Topics came and went as simply as breathing. Angel also noticed that when he was sitting at the bar with Husk, he didn’t have to put on airs. Where he would normally lie through his teeth before, he didn’t bother masking things or sugar-coating. If work sucked, he said it sucked.

Oh, and he also figured out Husk’s tell. That was worth noting.

“Who had the pleasure of ruining your day?”

Angel groaned just thinking about the disaster that was his work life. “A new investor for Mista Valentino. He’s a jealous man for someone who has so much.”

Husk nodded like he understood. Which, even if he didn’t, was a comfort.

“He’s been up my ass at the studio,” Angel complained, “but he’s got a lot of sway with Val right now.”

Husk nodded along.

Angel rested his head on the bar. He needed to think of some way he could fight against Tezan when he was at the studio. If he had to be in the same building as him, he could at least try and play some offense. Problem was, Angel had no idea what to do. How do you avoid someone that can literally go wherever they please?

“There’s not much I can do to get away from him,” he closed his eyes.

“Then don’t ‘get away’,” Husker said without looking towards him.

Angel picked his head up from the bar. “What?”

“He can’t get you alone if you’re surrounded by people.”

Angel took a moment to think that through–despite all the shots swirling around in his stomach. Huh, he thought, surround himself. Husk had a point, Tezan couldn’t be up his ass if everyone was around. He’d be in the way–which was not what you could be when you worked for Valentino.

Angel nodded, “That’s a good idea. Thanks.”

Husk shrugged his shoulders, “No problem.”

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codename-adler · 5 months ago

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I LOVE BABY GIRL, GOOD LUCK. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO WRITE IT SOON. WE'RE IN RENISON DROUGHT!!

but per your Kevin suggestions..... u choose! both Start of Time and The Language of Boys sound awesome!

so sorries for the late late response! as an apology, why don't i answer both? (who am i kidding, this is totally a treat for me. i need to yappa yappa yap away to procrastinate finishing my fic for daylight savings...)

Adler's WiPs ~ Project: Start of Time

Literally: Andrew bathing Kevin. a bath AU. that's all.

this was supposed to be my 2nd fic for the Daylight Savings Fic Fest, a self-prompt, but alas my claimed prompt took way more time and brain juices than anticipated, so i had to cancel it for the time being. the idea is very much still alive tho!

i went through frankly impressive mental gymnastics to figure out a credible (to me) way to put these bad boys in that specific situation.

the summary i gave @dayurno (and subsequently forgot):

Andrew gives Kevin a bath. It's like the reverse put-it-in-rice-if-it's-broken. Andrew says 'dunk it in water to make it better' and you know what? it works. All kidding aside, something traumatic happens to Kevin that makes him dissociate, and Andrew takes it upon himself to take care of him while he makes his way back to reality. might turn NSFW, we'll see.

the vibe it brings to the function:

non-sexual intimacy, body worship, non-sexual aftercare

angst, hurt/comfort, PTSD

getting together / non-established relationship (Kandrew)

baptism imagery? rebirth imagery?

a very Carrie moment

a very Vesper Lynd/James Bond in Casino Royale moment

touch-starved Kevin Day

vulnerable Kevin Day

soft Andrew Minyard

soft Kandrew

Andreil/Kandreil left unsaid & up to interpretation; only Kandrew centric

post-canon

Andrew Minyard Saves the Day

starring special guest Jean Moreau

song: Start of Time by Gabrielle Aplin

in more details: because of the way the Championships finale ended, and because Kevin and the Foxes can never get a goddamn break, the victory ceremony is held weeks later, and Riko's funeral is scheduled the day right after. When Kevin and Jean are forced to go, they get attacked by angry Ravens fan after they bury the casket. While Jean manages to get Kevin safely back to the hotel, he cannot get him safely out of his troubled mind. That's Andrew's job. Hopefully some good will come of this.

lord knows how long i've obsessed over the idea of Andrew bathing Kevin. i truly do not know why.

Adler's WiPs ~ Project: The Language of Boys

pairing(s): Kandreil getting together, Kandrew centric, established Andreil

vague summary: While in the Pros, Andrew is injured during a game. Because all three men are on different teams, nobody is there for him when it happens; however, Kevin is closest to where the match is happening, so he is the one designated to keep vigil at Andrew's hospital bedside. Feelings ensue and are revealed, until Neil arrives at last and things are well again, times three.

key scene: Kevin being the one Andrew wakes up to and loving it

featuring: Andrew & Allison 'friendship' - the most important phone calls - body language and the importance of even the smallest gestures - vulnerable Andrew & protective Kevin - lots and lots of staring - there was only one (hospital) bed - worship and reverence

inspo: The Language of Girls by Ramin Djawadi, from the HotD soundtrack

consider these 2 the mirror of each other, i guess! i just really, really need soft and vulnerable Kandrew in my life.

#project: start of time #project: the language of boys #my wips #adler’s wips #kandrew #kandreil #andrew minyard #all for the game #the foxhole court #neil josten #andreil #kevin day #jean moreau #aftg fic #aftg

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bergeronprocess · 2 months ago

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This prompt is from The Learning Network at the NYT. This is clearly designed for use by teachers in classrooms, but hey, we’re all students in the school of life, so here’s the PDF of 500 prompts: https://static01.nyt.com/images/blogs/learning/pdf/2014/500PromptsNarrativeAndPersonalWriting.pdf

9/23/24

How productive and organized are you?

I find that I am actually getting much more organized lately, especially at work. There’s always so much going on and so many different projects happening simultaneously, so I am always taking notes, making checklists, curating calendars, creating filing systems and so on. Last year, I successfully moved everything on my work computer from internal server-based storage into cloud-based storage. That took quite some doing, but it was well worth it, especially when I briefly needed to work from home as my mom recovered from knee replacement surgery at my house. I also created systems for labeling and filing away different kinds of documents, making them much easier for me to refer back to later.

Recently, we’ve been starting to incorporate Microsoft Loop into the rotation of things we’re using to keep our projects together - and I’m enjoying it so much that I even sought out and watched videos to learn more about the service. I really enjoy the work I do, but I guess if I were to think about a big-time career change (not just doing what I do now but elsewhere), I’d consider looking into project management or something like that.

Which is very funny considering that, in my school days, I was often forced into the role of “the one kid who ends up doing everything in the group project because everyone else slacks off” and I resented that. I didn’t want my own grades to suffer, so I did the work, but I wasn’t happy about it. Things have changed, haven’t they? Now I enjoy being the one with all the filing systems, checking in on projects, taking notes.

I’ve even started to use a pen-and-paper planner after years of just putting things in the calendar on my phone. I do still do that also, but in addition to that, I have a Hobonichi Techo Weeks planner. My coworker put me on to it. She had a spare blue leather cover for a Weeks planner and gave it to me near the end of last year, inspiring me to head over to Kinokuniya and purchase a 2024 planner to go in it. I enjoy using it and also write about good things that happen every day on one side of the weekly layout. I do wish they had included a 366th day in the daily check-off page, though. Like, how do you manage to forget 2024 is a leap year? It’s literally on the calendar. You are a planner company. Plan for it!

Another organization project I am working on, though just bit-by-bit, is organizing my photos and backing them up to a portable hard drive. I’m going through each year’s photos, as downloaded from Google Takeout, and removing any ones that are blurry or whatnot. I’m also putting memes into a different folder. That process is slower going, but it’s in progress.

I think all this organization is good for my brain, too. I’m prone to anxiety, the fear that I am forgetting about something, and if I don’t write things down then I’m afraid they will just fade away and disappear from my brain like deleting data from a video game memory card. The processes - writing things down, making lists, keeping calendars, taking notes - are all therapeutic in their own way and contribute to my productivity at work and in my personal life.

#daily writing practice

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yelenasdiary · 1 year ago

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Hey, I know I’m new here and I haven’t sent an ask here yet but I just had to get my little dig in at anon and anyone who has an issue with what you write.

So, anon. Do you genuinely believe that this is how the world works? Do you really think that by shitting on people who work hard on these creative projects and are kind and generous enough to share them with us, do you think that being awful to them is how you get more of what you want?

Because it’s not. As an avid reader but also a writer myself, seeing that shit does absolutely nothing but destroy our motivation to create. Which in turn means you get NOTHING! When all you do is bitch and moan and complain, you get NOTHING!!!

So, and I mean this genuinely, go home and go fucking cry about it to your pillow cause it’s the only thing that’s gonna listen to your whining.

If you really, truly want to see something done, either get off your ass and write it yourself or pull out your wallet and be prepared to pay for it while giving a nice and respectful message to the writer you’re paying.

Rule number 1 in asking for shit: DON’T BE AN ASSHOLE

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TEDTalk. Your bs is NOT appreciated!

And to you, dear fellow author, keep up the amazing work and remember to take a break and drink some water every now and then! I genuinely enjoy your writing and simply can’t wait for October!! Much love!!!!

I really don’t like to explain just how much time I spend on this blog because at the end of the day, that’s my choice but I will say that some of the fics for October Special took me more than a day to write!

I’m pretty sure from memory that 12 out of 13 of those fics are over 1K words & I know for some that’s easy to accomplish & I know for others, it can take some time. For me, some of these fics took me a little longer than I expected. I spent my 2 week break from my graphic design course to get through these requests so that I could not only give content but also be apart of something fun and exciting.

I’m still really excited to post these, some of them are in my list of favourite fics I’ve written & that makes me so much more excited to share them.

Unfortunately when I was putting together the Masterlist I had a background thought of “oh man, this isn’t going to be that great” & that was simply because I knew that there was that lack of Wanda & Natasha content. They’re popular and gain more audience but I also kept telling myself that I wanted to give something a little different, which is why there’s more Yelena & Kate than others. Not to mention the Agatha fic I wrote that I’m keen for people to read.

I know I’ll never be able to keep everybody happy, I wish I could but I can’t and I’m sorry for that. But I really do hope people start to understand that creating literally anything isn’t easy, it takes time, practice and patience!!

I love you all who have shown kindness and support, even when I feel that I am at the end of the cliff and want to just delete my blog (dw I’ll never delete, but it’s a thought that I have sometimes). You guys make me happy and for that I’m so thankful ❤️💜

*not sure if your name is Rachel but if it is, hiii we are name twins haha!*

#yelenasdiary asks #rachelsfav-queer

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stillhavetodothat · 1 year ago

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Replaying Nancy Drew without Cheating - Part 13: Danger by Design

Aahh, yes. One of the wackiest PC games ever to make it to the threshold of public consumption (only behind a few other upcoming ND games, but more on that later). I used to think this game came out in response to the popularity of The Devil Wears Prada, another story about a woman working for an unpleasant titan of the fashion industry, but I just googled it and TDWP came out 3 weeks before Danger by Design. Unless Her has the most efficient development team in history (spoiler: they do not. Just look at the past 8 years or so), this has nothing to do with the movie. And I know that it took longer than 3 weeks to come up with this tangled web of side plots and storylines...I could never have conceived of any of it even if I had 3 years.

The game starts with Nancy getting to Minette’s windmill studio and almost getting bonked in the head by a flying plant. She is there to investigate why Minette, a famous fashion designer, is acting so ~*strangely*~ and report back to the States, where Minette’s biggest investor is just waiting impatiently to pull the plug on the cash flow. Nancy is yelled at, has to hilariously brew a cup of tea based on what Minette’s favorite color is at the moment, and runs all over Paris on errands as part of her new job. She then learns that a French Resistance fighter, Noisette, used to live in the windmill, and proceeds to spend the rest of the game learning more about that instead. It IS a more intriguing mystery, so you can’t blame her. Ultimately, after swimming in the sewers under Paris and going on about her day like everything is fine, Nancy finds Noisette’s secret under the windmill, stumbles by chance upon Minette’s secret, and blocks a couple chops from Minette, who then proceeds to pass out from exhaustion (?????)

So many of the choices here were so interesting to me. I feel like this game is chaotic evil on the scale. I also feel like some of the puzzles here are hard! I was THE CLOSEST I’VE EVER COME TO CHEATING (in this round of playthroughs) at the end when I am locked in the bottom of the windmill, and there are about 100 steps needed to decode the way outta there. What child would ever be able to solve that on her own?? I had to come back to it over multiple days. I was literally thinking about this puzzle throughout the day, like on my commute to work, while eating dinner, while going for a run. It consumed me. Eventually it came to me, after I inspected in detail every item in my inventory.

Anyways, back to my open questions.

1. First of all, why was there only one French suspect in this entire game? Were they having trouble finding voice actors willing to put on an extremely terrible and unpracticed French accent or what? Furthermore, why did everyone pronounce Minette as “Minn-et,’ even the Parisians? I guess Paris is probably a bit of a melting pot, especially in the fashion world, but I have always been bummed by the lack of French people in this game.

2. Also, why does Nancy struggle SO hard with the one French suspect’s name, when in other games she rattles off French so perfectly that you’d think it was her native tongue? Also, she needs to look up numbers and colors in a book, but at the end of the game she is able to translate a long letter written completely in French with ease? Something isn’t adding up here.

3. Why was Heather wearing that hideous brown tie? Surely that can’t be considered fashion?

4. I actually used to wonder why Minette’s designs are so absolutely absurd, but I think they are hilarious now. Feels like we are being trolled by HerInteractive by forcing us to put together THIS outfit for Prudence Rutherford’s cruise.

5. Why does a squirrel almost sabotage the entire game for you? Additionally, HOW in god’s name is anyone supposed to figure out how to deter the squirrel from messing up your work? I ONLY was able to get past this part because I vividly remember searching the forums back in the day to figure this out.

6. Who is buying the shitty paint-by-numbers of the Mona Lisa from the guy in Pont Nouf? For more than 15 Euros, presumably? Also, I think this is the first time I’ve ever messed up one of the paintings, because I DO NOT remember the vendor completely berating Nancy on her carelessness. This guy just screams scam artist to me.

7. Why did I find the catacombs so challenging as a child? I remember sitting at my computer, furiously clicking, SHRIEKING IN FEAR as I heard the footsteps of the French policia approaching, when really getting to the entrance to the sewers involves like 2 turns from the entrance to the catacombs. This isn’t really a question about the game, it’s more a question of my intellect as a young teenager.

8. What is the rhyme or reason for the timeline of this game? Is there a hidden in-game clock that is running all day, and let’s you know when it’s too late to be out by yourself? Or is it just completely random? Either way, it makes for some hilarious timing. Minette tells me to go to the park to pick up some stuff for her, and I just go straight to bed instead. Minette tells me to take the cockroaches and release them, and I just...take the cockroaches to bed with me?? JJ is called into Minette’s studio for a fitting, and she has to stay there all night long???

10. What is going on with some of these characters’ teeth? Strong Bruce the Shark vibes here.

11. Why are the plotlines completely disjointed? It wasn’t until I played the game through this time that I took the time to really think about the story, and realize that the two parts had absolutely nothing to do with each other. Noisette and Minette, apart from both residing in the same windmill at different points in history and both having French-y ‘ette names, have literally nothing in common?? Dieter and his family history were a complete red herring to what the actual mystery was? And when you actually find the stained glass under the windmill, and you breathe a sigh of relief because it truly feels like the end...it isn’t the end at all?? because you actually haven’t solved the mystery you came to Paris to solve?? A mystery which is actually far less interesting than Noisette’s??

12. The actual ending here, once you find your way out of the windmill’s basement (and that took me a MINUTE), is bonkers. The developers had to have been tired and just trying to wrap this up stat. Putting your hand up to block Minette’s slow-motion chops for 10 straight minutes feels like something someone came up with at 3am after their fifth cup of coffee, a cigarette pinched between two fingers. And yet, it somehow really fits into the feel of the game. It has certainly brought the ND community together, because I have never heard anyone who didn’t think this was a total WTF moment.

13. WAS Minette having an affair with Sonny Joon? I just heard this theory and I am running with it. What else would explain an alien face tattoo, and her just randomly dumping Dieter? I am choosing to believe that this is the case - otherwise, there is no explanation behind why she even got the tattoo in the first place, and having this be the reason for the mask feels a bit underwhelming.

Despite the insanity of this game...it’s a fun time. It certainly holds up on a replay, because the story is convoluted and there’s no way you’ll remember from the last time you played. Also, this is when Her really starts busting out the near impossible puzzles that no young child could ever solve on his or her own (I am already dreading the picture frame puzzle in SAW because HOW will I refrain from cheating then??)

Join me as I head off to Hawaii to sort bug poop and flirt with Big Daddy Mike. CRE is maybe one of the most lowly rated games in the entire series, so naturally I am stoked to replay!

#nancy drew #nancy drew games #nancy drew pc games #herinteractive #clue crew #gaming #pc gamer #danger by design

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jrhughes · 2 years ago

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The Garden and the Surgeon

Mr. And Mrs. Adam and Eve Adam

(Sunday, February 19th 2023 A.D.)

Genesis 2:15-25

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3 The Pharisees also came unto Him, tempting Him, and saying unto Him, Is it lawful for a man to put away his wife for every cause? 4 And He answered and said unto them, Have ye not read, that He which made them at the beginning made them male and female, 5 And said, For this cause shall a man leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they twain shall be one flesh? 6 Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. - Matthew 19:3-6

Jesus reminded the men on Earth that In The Beginning, God made man (male and female, created He them). There was one man Adam. From him, God created Eve. She was now flesh of his flesh (rib). She was taken out of man. God, of course, did a complete overhaul and made her into a woman. But even before that, God made a beautiful, magnificent garden in Eden. He told man he was to dress it, keep it up. So we find that God had everything planned. God even gave Adam a job before He blessed him with a wife.

Then God had Adam name all the animals and birds. Adam had to realize that they all came in pairs: the male and the female. Now is perhaps when Adam decided he too should have a wife. He may have understood that he was alone.

God said it is not good for man to be alone. God created a woman from the rib of man to be his help meet, companion and human love.

Message Text - Genesis 2:15-25

15 And the LORD God took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it.

LORD God took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden. God has just in the last week message, described the irrigation system and a few facts about Eden. God takes man and places him into this location (Eden). The purpose was so that Adam could dress (work, serve, til, cultivate) the land. (Remember thorns and thistles had not yet been introduced. See Genesis 3). Adam was to keep (tend, care, guard, protect) the land. (We ask ourselves from what or whom was he to protect or guard it? We immediately think of Adam when he did not protect the garden (or his wife Eve) from satan. Adam was not deceived. (1st Timothy 2:14)

Having prepared the garden for man's reception, the Lord God took the man and put him into the garden. Literally, God caused Adam to rest in it as an abode of happiness and peace.

To dress it. Adam was to be a farmer. Adam was to till, cultivate, trim and otherwise work it. Apparently God designed it so that the plants, flowers, and trees of Eden stood in need of cultivation from the hand of man.

And to keep it. Keep it makes me think of keeping watch over it, but watch it from what? There were no other humans and the animals were all friendly. There was one (the devil) a greater adversary, against whom, perhaps, Adam was appointed to watch. If that is true, then we see that Adam failed. He failed to protect his wife and Adam did not defend God when the evil one called God a liar (The devil said, Ye shall not surely die. God had said in the day you eat, you will die.) Also the evil one said God just wants to control you and keep you from being like Him. (For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.) But, perhaps I am getting ahead of my telling of this account.

16 And the LORD God commanded the man, saying, Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat:17 But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.

LORD God commanded ... of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat. Note the continued use of the Name LORD (Jehovah) God (Elohiym). Remember, by the Name Jehovah, God was not known until God revealed This Name to Moses at the burning bush (Exodus 3; see Exodus 6:3 as proof text). Thus we have continuing proof that this book was most assuredly written by Moses. For the use of this revealed Name Jehovah, indicates Genesis could not have been written by the predecessors of Moses, as some contend. God tells Adam you can eat of every tree (of all these trees). Adam may freely eat them as his food. Therefore we know that they are of the trees God had given to eat in Genesis 1:29 (trees which have fruit with seeds in them.) Adam could eat oranges, apricots, apples.

APPLES?!? I thought apples were the forbidden fruit. Apples would be of fruit given by God for man to eat. the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat (food). Genesis 1:29 (This apple is a fruit tree which has in it, and yields, seed. It was to be freely eaten as food. So the Apple idea does not fit. Apples could be freely eaten. What kind of fruit was it? WE DO NOT KNOW.) Thus the forbidden fruit would most likely, not have seeds.

And Jehovah (Elohiym) commanded the man (Adam). This shows a degree of intellectual development, the ability to communicate and understand. This is also incompatible with modern evolution theories. The words of Adam, likewise, assume the pre-existence of a moral nature which would understand right/wrong obedience/disobedience. Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat.

Adam, it thus appears, was permitted to partake of the tree of life. But God would also be clear not to eat from the tree of knowledge.

But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it. Speculation is the best we have as to what kind of tree was the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. There is no reason to suppose that any noxious or poison properties resided in its fruit. The death that was to follow on transgression was Spiritual death. The prohibition was by GOD, HIMSELF. Hence the tree was a sign and symbol of what that law of God required: Obey and live. Disobey and die. It was a question of the distinction between right and wrong, duty and sin.

For in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die. Literally it means die, death, dying, thou shalt die. This eventually involved physical death (Genesis 3:19). BUT what about Spiritual separation from God? That, I believe is Spiritual death. And that happened immediately!

Yet, when fruit was taken from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, this would result in eventual physical death. And the process would start also on the day Adam ate thereof. Prior to this sin, the immortality of Adam was guaranteed. So now his mortal death was also certain.

HOWEVER, God warns Adam, although you may eat of every tree, there is one that I GOD must warn you about. IF you eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, you will surely die (Death will enter). But, what kind of death? God, as a good Father, warns His first creation, Adam who is known as the son of God, (Luke 3:38) death will result. What kind of death immediately resulted? What kind of death ultimately resulted? Spiritual, physical, eternal?

18 And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him.

God, of course, knew Adam was going to agree with Eve to eat of the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. God had made his body from the dust of the Earth. Then God breathed the breath of life into his nostrils and Adam became a living soul. This same type of breath of God was to only be in man (male and female created He them) and in no other organism on Earth.

With regard to man (Adam), an account of his formation, at once minute and exhaustive, has been given in the preceding verses (Genesis 2:7-17). Please note the difference of man to become a living soul.

And the Lord God said, It is not good for man to be alone. God showed the animals to Adam and had him name them. THIS WAS NOT FOR ADAM TO FIND A POTENTIAL MATE. That would go against God’s plan for man. And against the later prohibition of God of being with an animal. That would be an abomination. That would have resulted in the death of man. Read the following:

Leviticus 18:23: Neither shalt thou lie with any beast to defile thyself therewith: neither shall any woman stand before a beast to lie down thereto: it is confusion.

Exodus 22:19: Whosoever lieth with a beast shall surely be put to death.

Deuteronomy 27:21: Cursed be he that lieth with any manner of beast. And all the people shall say, Amen.

If a man is with an animal, that man is to die. So why did God bring all the animals before Adam? God was showing Adam that the normal course was a male and a female. Adam would thus realize that he was alone. And God would impress upon him that it was not good for man to be alone. Can one man or two men reproduce children? NO! Can one woman or two or five produce children? NO! One man, one woman, together until death us do part is the plan of God.

We know the obvious purpose, be fruitful and fill the earth (reproduction) but think of the many other things the couple will enjoy. Talking, teasing, touching; worshiping God together. As they worship and meet with God, they will appreciate Him more, and appreciate His Gift to them.

19 And out of the ground the LORD God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air; and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof.

And out of the ground the Lord God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air. Before God makes Eve, God allows man to see every beast of the field, and fowl of the air. These are living things that God had previously formed, (Hebrew yatsar can mean present or past). Beast: all that walked on earth and fowl: everything that flew (birds, insects, bats) were brought to Adam. Since Adam was given dominion God asked Adam to name them. Did Adam name the plants? Not then, but someone had to name them. (Remember life and living does not come into being as a concept until day five with fish and fowl. Plants do not share the idea of life as set forth in Genesis 1). Did Adam name the things in the sea (fish, whales, clams, oysters)? Not then. Adam named all the land breathing animals and every thing that flew, “Cow, pig, dragon, crocodile, robin, fly, duckbilled platypus, bat.” (Of course it was in God’s language before the Tower of Babel).

And God brought to Adam the beasts which He had formed. The writer only notices that those animals which were brought to Adam which had been previously formed by God from the ground (land breathing animals) and the birds of the air. If one understands that God was showing Adam he was alone, if that was the purpose of God, it then makes sense that God had him name and see those recreating, reproducing (after their kind). Adam did not gather together the cattle as a shepherd doth his sheep. It was most likely similar to the Ark when God brought them two by two: a male and a female.

Another reason for Adam to name was to show and reveal his sovereignty or lordship over the inferior creation. And whatsoever Adam (literally, the man) called every living creature (i.e. that was brought to him), that was the name thereof.

20 And Adam gave names to all cattle, and to the fowl of the air, and to every beast of the field; but for Adam there was not found an help meet for him.

As Adam was naming cattle, fowl, beast, did Adam see they were all in pairs? Then the phrase: for Adam there was not found an help meet for him. There was not found one to help and complete Adam. We can all agree that would rule out Adam marrying an animal. That was strictly forbidden. Lie with an animal and you had earned an immediate death penalty. Also we can agree no animal was to be his helper or could provide the companionship to take away the loneliness. (Not even a dog or a cat) Did God deliberately have Adam name the animals so Adam would understand and comprehend his need for a partner (help meet)? God already knew Adam needed Eve. But, did Adam know? Did God use this to prepare Adam to receive the gift of woman? Would Adam have appreciated Eve as much before he realized how alone and lonely was he (man)?

And Adam gave names to all cattle, and to the fowl of the air, and to every beast of the field. So Adam was not a cave man. He was not fumbling around for speech. Man was fully articulate. Speech and language fully-formed. Adam spoke in Hebrew or whatever the universal language was before the Tower of Babel.

But for Adam there was not found an help meet for him. This was the main reason for assembling the creatures. It was meant to reveal they were all paired up and he (Adam) was alone. The longing for a partner was thus natural and part of the plan of God for man. Now how would God accomplish this help meet task?

21 And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and He took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof;

God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept. BUT GOD has everything under control. GOD knows what Adam needs. God causes Adam to fall more asleep then if Adam had been given a 21st century anesthesia. When Adam was in this state, God operated and opened his flesh and took out one of Adam's ribs (yes, a real rib). How do we know God opened Adam's flesh? Because we are told that God closed the flesh. Did God use Adam's own body to create Eve to forever remind him of their essential oneness? As Adam came to know Eve, he must have seen many ways that they were different, but he would never forget that they are essentially one and they are made of the same substance. They are more alike than they are different: (each had 2 eyes; 2 ears, 2 arms, 2 hands, 5 fingers, et cetera). What exactly did God take from Adam's side to make Eve, just bone; or bone, sinew and muscle? Did God use some of Adam's hidden substance (DNA)? We don't really know, and does it really matter? Cloning and genetic replication shows every cell in our body contains the body's entire genetic blueprint. If God took some of Adam's cells or DNA, God had to make necessary changes, to make and sustain the vast differences of the woman with her reproductive organs and different plumbing system, with whom God would procreate all living mankind: Eve and her daughters.

Nevertheless, the story that women have one more rib than men because of the way Eve was created is a myth. If Adam's rib did not grow back (ribs grow back) or was not otherwise replaced by God, Cain, Abel, Seth and the other boys would have been born with all twelve pairs of ribs.

And He took one of his ribs This sleeping while the operation was taking place was clearly not a sleep of weariness, but a supernatural slumber. God took a rib (tsela = something bent, from tesala, to incline; hence a rib), and closed up the flesh (literally, flesh) instead thereof. Does verse 23 imply that not the bare rib, but the rib with the accompanying flesh, was extracted?

22 And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made He a woman, and brought her unto the man.

Then God did a marvelous thing for which most men have been "forever appreciative." God made life worth living in a new way. God made a perfect counterpart for man. God could have made anything in the universe or out of it, God was as unlimited as HIS Mind would guide Him. Of all that God could have made, God made Eve, a woman to be your wife.

And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made He (literally, built into;) a woman. God made a woman, suddenly and within minutes. She did not evolve over millions of years. Her female parts were constructed at once in a very short period of time. This one God created was a Gift from God. She is His daughter. She is no mistake. Although we are told details about Adam, we are here told God made a woman. GUESS WHAT? God made a woman. That is what the Bible says. How did He do it? HE IS GOD! Come on! Look up into some starry sky. As far as you can see is the Creation of God. AND IT IS ALL WITHIN THE ONE GOD. Yes, the universe exists in God. (Psalm 139:14)

God brought her unto the man (Adam). WHAT A GIFT! Man cannot live without his wife and be everything God wants him to be. The bringing her to Adam was the answer to the question asked at the wedding. Who gives this woman? GOD.

There is a beautiful Jewish traditional saying God made woman, not out of man's foot to be under him, nor out of his head to be over him, but "She was taken from under his arm that he might protect her and from next to his heart that he might love her." (Donald Grey Barnhouse) God made a rib of man into a woman: It is important to realize that there are not two beginnings to the human race, one in Adam and one in Eve. There was one beginning of the human race in Mr. and Mrs. Adam. God presented her to the man (Proverbs 18:22). So God has a plan: one man with one woman until death they do part.

On awaking from his sleep, what would Adam say?

23 And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.

Adam awoke (or was awakened by God or Eve?) Adam looked. What did his marveling eyes behold? His wife! Perfect in every way! Adam KNEW not what had happened. (Had God told him? Or is it because in the pre-sin [before the sin and fall of Adam] and post sin body [fully redeemed heavenly body] things will be very, very, very different?) Adam must have been excited as he beheld his Eve in all her natural, unspoiled, beauty. Adam said (and I do not suppose that he spoke in a monotone) WOW!!!! She is of my bone and she is identified as Woman. (Hebrew=ishshah (ish-shaw) This is the feminine of iysh ([eesh]=man). He was first - the source (bone of my bones).

She was created to be a helper perfectly suited to him. Thus a subordinate role of wives to husbands is found before the sin and fall, not only after it. So men take good care of this GIFT from GOD. BUT Adam was not interested in discussing theology at that moment. (Remember your wedding night?) He was excited! What did Adam do next? Adam identified her as Woman. I believe what Adam really said in his heart or inner being was. . . Hallelujah! And . . . amen! Perhaps the first man had the first dance in the Spirit, even though, he was not a Pentecostal.

He was no longer lonely or alone! He was no longer without a companion. ...so husbands ought to love their own wives as their own bodies; he who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it (Ephesians 5:28-29).

And Adam may have also said: WOW!!! At last one has come who is suitable to be my partner. I have a mate as do the animals and birds. The joyful astonishment, the man's eye now rests with the full power of first human love.

Bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh. The language is expressive at once of woman's derivation from man and likeness to man. Adam assigns to her a name.

24 Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.

Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife. Who spoke this prophetic word that should go forth to every married couple since this first marriage? A forsaking (on the part of the woman as well as the man) of father and mother, not in respect of duty, but in locality and having their own household.

Man is to leave his physical father and mother, but NOT LEAVE FATHER GOD. God gives His first created son of God (Luke 3:38) to be father of the human race. God gave His daughter (Who was Eve's father?) They were to become One flesh. Father-God does not have flesh. (God is Spirit John 4:24- BUT Jesus said, if you have seem ME, you have seen the Father - John 14:9). These two were to cleave (cling, stick, stay close) and become one (in number) flesh (body). Here God institutes monogamous marriage, home, and family as the basic unit for the one human race. It is the only place provided for by God for the training of the young (Deuteronomy 6:7; Deuteronomy 11:19). It is so common to human history people seldom think or realize that is of God.

Many want to say the monogamous, two-parent family was invented by man, so they say they can change it. And in the United States they think they did. But that arrangement, now legalized by man will lead many people straight to hell and the lake of fire. (Thank you, U.S. Supreme Court). But God instituted Adam and Eve as husband and wife in the original family. This is God's ideal and it is the only legitimate family in the Bible on the face of this Earth. No same sex, homosexual cohabitation; there is not any polygamy; there is no keeping of a mistress (whose spouse does not understand their needs); not any kind of adultery. Nor is there any living together outside the marriage bond, that God will bless. Not even marriage, divorce, marriage, divorce (serial adultery). God's ideal for the family is one man and one woman together for nine hundred (900) years. (Genesis 5:5)

They shall be one flesh. And the idea of one flesh is not just a way of expressing sexual union. Sexual union is certainly related to the idea but is only one part of what it means to be one flesh. There are also Spiritual dimensions to one flesh. Love (NOT LUST) is the key. Love of the other as one loves his/her own flesh. That is an essential part of one flesh: put the needs of your spouse first if you can (without violating the law of God).

This verse teaches the indissoluble character of marriage. It is to last until death us do part. Husband and wife become "one flesh" under God's blessing. In extramarital sex or any other kind of union, the partners come under God's curse. (Adulterous couples are both to be put to death (Leviticus 20:10). Divorce, without cause, is adultery (Matthew 5:32; 19:19)

With God, there is no such thing as "casual sex." Every sexual relationship at least begins a one-flesh bond. It depends on whether the bonding takes place in a relationship with the right conditions: committed love, demonstrated by the marriage commitment, and a pursuit of true intimacy. Sex in marriage does not guarantee a true one-flesh relationship, but this Godly bond is impossible outside of marriage. They shall become one flesh: The one flesh relationship takes time to become, but it is truly a blessing.

25 And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed.

And they were both naked. Adam and his one wife, Eve, were not wearing any clothes naked (Hebrew=naked) and they did not feel shame or disappointment. The two of them were bare, without any clothes, but as innocents they felt or experienced no shame. They were husband and wife. The idea of "nakedness" of course means nudity. These two were as innocent as a newborn. Newborn children would not even be concerned about the other's body parts. Nakedness embodies that idea of being totally open and exposed as a person before God and man, but neither the one who is naked, nor the one who is looking at the nakedness feels at all unusual. To be naked . . . and not ashamed means you have no concept of the unrighteousness or wrongness or the things that may make it wrong. Adam and Eve knew they were physically naked - nude - before the fall. They did not know what was a sinful state as they had not yet sinned. They were not in a sinful condition before disobedience and sin.

Naked: When we want to be most attractive to someone else, we bathe, perhaps get a hair cut or a good shampoo. We change our day to day appearance. We think, "If I really want to impress this person, I have to fix myself up." None of this feeling was present with Adam and Eve. They were not trying to impress the other. What you see, is what you get. They were at peace one with the other. No need to try and impress. BUT, remember also this is a youthful strong man and a perfectly created woman of young child bearing years. (Except for a few of us, here, it may be appropriate to ask: Do you remember those days?)

In closing chapter two, if you get nothing more from this chapter, REMEMBER Your wife is a gift from God. And as God's gift, if you dishonor or disrespect her, you also dishonor and disrespect the Gift Giver. PROTECT her! Learn from Adam's sin, made clear in Chapter 3. Remember Adam was not deceived (1st Timothy 2:14). Should Adam have protected Eve? He did not. The result of disobedience and lack of taking his leadership role of Adam was disastrous for them and their family to come. Do you protect your wife and family from all evil?

The man and his wife. The first pair of human beings are henceforth recognized in their relationship to one another as husband and wife. And they were not ashamed because their souls were pure and holy. Their bodies were made holy through the Spirit which was in them.

CONCLUSION: God here has taken care of His first creation, Adam by giving Adam a wife, named Eve. She would be the mother of all living. If you are alive, you can trace your lineage back to Adam and Eve. Eve was a Gift from God. But even before God gave Adam, Eve, He made the Garden and gave Adam a job. Then Adam named the animals and flying things. Then Adam realized he was alone. God made Adam a GIFT. When God could have made anything in the universe, God gave Adam, his wife. That is what we mean, one man one woman together, until death us do part. Anything else masquerading as marriage is sin and rebellion and will lead those so involved to hell and the lake of fire. And you and I should not want them there. God does not. Do you love them enough to tell them? Do you love them enough to tell them the truth and tell them in the love of God?

If you want them to go to eternal torment, then you need to check and see where you and God differ. God does not want any to perish (2nd Peter 3:9). But yes, the only legitimate marriage, the Bible way, the God way is one man, one woman forsaking all others and being together until death us do part.

Celebrate your marriage and thank God for His Fantastic, Priceless Gift, your wife.

Prayer: Heavenly Father, I know that You love me. I know that You do not want any to perish in hell, but You want all to come to repentance. When we sin and rebel against You, we earn for ourselves: everlasting torment in hell and the lake of fire. Help me to see others as You see them. Use me to tell others of Your Love, that allowed Jesus to come to earth and die to pay the death penalty my first sin and other sins have earned me. Jesus, You died on the cruel, bloody cross to pay my penalty. Lord, I realize that You love me. You died to pay my penalty and save me from hell, if I will only accept that and You. I repent of all sin. I turn to You. Please cleanse me and forgive me. Lord Jesus, thank You for dying for me. Thank You. I now receive Jesus Christ into my heart and life as my Savior and only Lord. I believe You died for me. I believe God raised You from the dead. And since I receive you, I am no longer a child of the devil. I am a child of God. Thank You. Help me live for You, Lord. This I pray and declare in the Name of Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen and amen.d amen.

May God bless you in all that you do for Him, Brother J.R. Soul winner, Bible teacher, Defender of the Faith

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eclectic-spaghetti · 3 years ago

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(please click for better quality i beg of you tumblr made these so fucking tiny)

look. i know this is cringe, and an easy idea, and whatever else you want to call it. but damn it, there is an untapped gold mine for cringe deltarune aus (it is a toby fox game, after all), and if no one else is going to make them, i will

what do we even call this? deltaswap? swaprune? i have no clue but there’s some deltarunes and they sure are swapping

more details under the cut

Asriel Dreemur: The Vessel

On the outside, Asriel has the perfect life. He’s well-liked by all the adults in town, has a successful father, and is really quite good at singing. However, with an absent older sibling he loves very much, Asriel’s mind weighs almost as heavy as the strained relationship between his parents. They love him, but they’re both distant, and their son being almost ready to go out into the world doesn’t help things.

When Asriel and his “it’s complicated” friend Noelle are thrust into the Dark World, it’s finally the chance he’s been waiting for. Using the strange power of his unique SOUL, Asriel can do all sorts of things.

...He’s maybe a little weirder now, though.

??????: The Hero of Dark

This strange knight has been watching over the empty town surrounding the Grand Fountain for as long as they can remember. As the bearer of the Legend of Deltarune, “Knight,” as they call themself, has a duty to accompany and assist the heroes from the light world. However, that doesn’t mean they have to be friends with these heroes. That’s not part of the job description.

Knight denies any relation to anything or anyone from the Light World, but with a familiar attitude, shockingly low aptitude for magic, and an unwillingness to show their face around Noelle, what Knight really is is anyone’s guess.

Noelle Holiday: The Hero of Light

(you all can pry my jock noelle agenda from my cold dead hands)

Almost all of Noelle Holiday’s friends are now gone. With her beloved sister off to college and summer vacation nowhere in sight, Noelle wants to reconnect with what’s left of the Dreemur family, but with her former best friend, Asriel’s sibling, absent and Mr. Dreemur rarely home, it’s hard to recapture what she once had as a child. She has a good father, and a good home, but with her mother away sick, not a lot seems to get done around the house... or anywhere else in town, for that matter.

Taking up athletics in the path of her sister (and maybe with the goal of showing off for a certain someone), Noelle is rarely seen without her track jacket, and her magical prowess is significant, even without any experience. She would be a powerful force in battle, for violence or mercy... if she would stop shying away from every Darkner they run into.

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pangur-and-grim · 3 years ago

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okay I am.........so so so burnt out with art.

in 2020, I spent the first 6 months illustrating a picture book, and the rest of the year fulfilling contract after contract, all while producing monthly content for my online store bc freelance illustration on it’s own doesn’t pay enough to live off.

it was physically the least healthy I’ve ever been, as bending over a tablet nonstop led to inflammation in my spine, which led to a cyst between two vertebrae pressing down on my sciatic nerve, which led to loss of function in my left leg because it was essentially sending “we are very injured!!! uh oh!” signals 24/7 from the nerve being smooshed. also got repetitive strain injuries in both wrists, meaning I can no longer support much weight with the left one (bye bye pushups), and have to wear a brace on the right one in order to draw.

enter 2021, and another book! this one I wrote AS WELL as illustrated, and it’s about a topic I’ve been obsessingover for years (the colourations of extinct animals)

at the same time as all that, I designed/organized distribution for/served as customer service for a merchandise series for the Magnus Archives, which was a LOT of work, but also enormously satisfying because I’m a huge fan. also did a hefty number of other contracts (menu art and billcards for the Demetres restaurant chain, art for Hank and John Green projects, book covers, etc).

and I STILL produced monthly content for my store. it was a ridiculously productive year, there will be 4 books published this year that feature my illustrations.

2021 was better physically because I completely changed my work style - instead of sitting at a desk with a mounted tablet, I now recline on a soft couch with a back support, and a lap desk for my tablet, and I have multiple braces for both wrists that I put on before doing anything significant. but even still, it took its toll - in November/December I had to seriously pare back on my work because my drawing wrist was getting re-injured.

NOW IT’S 2022, AND LADS!!!! I HATE ART!!! I’ve already declined a picture book proposal from a major publisher (they wanted to pay $6k CAD for half a year’s work, good god) and have decided to continue denying contracts unless they’re literally irresistible.

it’s made me nostalgic for the years before I had “made it” in the illustration industry, when art was still a source of joy. like I’d spend weeks on weird non-commercially viable stuff like animals with human faces

or dozens of bad drawings of people’s pets

and then going even further back, before my 4-year illustration degree drilled it into my head that ‘digital art is bad' (they literally did not let us hand in digital stuff for our main coursework until final year), I did so many interesting things in high school!

like I was super into digital realism for a while, zooming in to the pixel level to make every detail perfect

and after that, I got into making digital paintings with a scratchy inked look

and was also OBSESSED with photo-shopping royalty free stock images together to make fantasy scenes

the point being??????????????? I dunno, guess in 2022 I want to exit ‘the industry’ and survive off my online shop and spend my time going back to an earlier mindset, and re-learning how to enjoy art. which might mean steering away from the things I’m currently pigeon-holed in (risograph prints and paleoart).

and once I’ve figured out a way to work that’s fun and non-health-destroying, I want to continue the streak of ‘a book a year’ but working for myself, and releasing it as a multi-ending visual novel. I have the entire thing plotted out, and am currently quivering in excitement......think American Gods meets The Sight meets We Know The Devil meets an ecology textbook.

anyways, thank you all for having supported my store in the past, that income has massively improved my quality of life and given me this opportunity to step back and take a breather. and look out for what’s to come this year art-wise, I think it will be interesting? and quite possibly deranged

#long post

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3cremepie3 · 2 years ago

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Friendship shirt

Jolyne Kujoh x female reader smut 18+

Synopsis - After realizing how you and Jolyne consider yourselves enemies your teacher works on the friendship shirt. A piece of fabric that has you both getting along a lot faster then expected.

Warnings - inexperienced Jolyne, experienced reader, cursing, squirting, dirty talk, praise, cum eating

For the RETROL8VE!COLLAB by @satorhime

“Hopefully this will solve the problem.” Your dance instructor smiled at her the creation of the shirt. “Now go have fun girls.” She pushed you out of her studio.

“Oh my god,” Jolyne groaned. “It won’t be that bad let’s just Veg out,” you suggested. “Where though I’ve been everywhere in this crappy town 20 times over.”

“How about the mall Jojo?” Already been yesterday and don’t call me that.” Everyone else calls you that why can’t I,” you questioned. “Because your not my home girl.”

“We’ll fine then you asshole,” you whispered. “I’m literally attached to you I heard that!” O I forgot about that fact,” you chuckled. Jolyne and you were close together since your teacher had put you in her newest invention the “Friendship Shirt.” A huge shirt with 4 arm holes. It was designed to make you besties by the end of the night. “Let’s just go to my house my parents are gone.”

“Fine,” she agreed. You walked in one detection while she walked in another causing the shirt to tear in half. “Shit Miss is gonna spazz on us,” Jojo panicked. “We just got this too,” you winced.

Your teacher told you both if the shirt was ripped in any way that both of you would be in huge trouble and suspended from your teams for a week. That even included Jolyne with her weightlifting class.

“It’s okay I have a sewing machine at home.” Now let’s pick this up and go,” you directed. You walked the short distance to the bus stop. After taking the bus to your gated community you checked in the front desk.

“Ah Miss L/n and you brought a friend,” the clerk smiled. “While she’s not really my friend but sure,” you told the toll worker. You took a golf cart up to your mansion. “Your house Is awesome Y/n! Do you have a pool?”

“One on the inside one on the outside.” Inside too?” Your parents must be loaded!” Nope, we just got lucky.” Maybe if you cared to learn about me then you would know that they hit the lotto back in “82.”

“You just reminded me to play my numbers.” Afterward, you walked up your long driveway past the bush cut to look like a duck. You didn’t say anything to the way Jojo’s eye lit up when she saw it.

The time to tease her would come later. “Silvia, you called to your maid. “Can you make some snacks for me and my guest here?” Sure Miss L/n,” she agreed.

“Damn you have the whole set a maid and a chauffeur.” You should come over more often maybe we could study together,” you suggested. “And we could take a dip in the pool.”

“Won’t that look suspicious though Y/n.” We are direct competition,” she reminded you. “And besides I have a bunch of shows coming up so I’ll be busy for awhile.”

How could you forget Miss Jolyne the queen of hip hop shows. “Let’s go up to my room and talk about this.” You showed her into you room. “This is the size of our apartment,” she wooed.

“It’s even bigger then the old one we used to have,” you informed her. “We came a long way.” You smiled looking at your assets. “Anyways you can’t just put our dance studio on the back burner Jojo.”

“I sure as hell can.” I got where I am today only because of hip hop.” Dancing didn’t give me shit.” That’s because it takes years to get gigs Jolyne!”

“And I didn’t have money to wait years.” Sorry but I do what I can for me and my mom need to survive.” You know my dad is chessy.”

“Yeah I’m sorry I didn’t take that into consideration.” Well hey years of work really payed off for you.” I mean look your body is amazing.” You saw muscle even through her covered arms.

“Wanna see something cool,” she asked. “Sure.” She began to take off her shirt. “Look I got a tatto.” A colorful butterfly was on her arm. “How pretty.” You felt the inked area.

“I have another it’s in a strange area though.” I still wanna see this work is so awesome.” Just know I told you so.” She took off her bra throwing it somewhere in the corner. She put her arms on her sides leaning back on her hands.

“Um, why are your tits out,” you blushed. “I told you so!” The tat is underneath my boobs you gotta lift them up.” Oh Um wow,” you gulped. “Come on don’t be shy I'm not even used to pretty girls like you touching them.”

“Girls? I didn’t know you where gay Jojo!” My mom always told me you were since you never wore skirts but I saw you sucking that boy off so I didn’t believe it.”

“Oh shit you saw that,” she gasped. “Yup do a better job at locking the door.” My poor innocent eyes where scarred after that,” you frowned. “It couldn’t have been that bad girl take a chill pill.”

“Before that, I never saw anything sexual.” After I got curious and started stealing a lot of magazine. Playboy was my favorite of all those bunnies.” You practically drooled at those memories.” What?! Y/n L/n stealing that doesn’t even sound accurate?

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Like the fact that I already touched tits before.” But I’ve never seen any as perfect as yours.” Since she worked out they were perky and firm. And two big pink areola’s that looked so suckable.

“Hello?” She snapped her fingers getting your attention. “Did you forget about the tattoo?” I mean it is pretty narley maybe you want to see it,” she giggled.

“Oh yeah,” you recollected. You carefully cupped her breast then moved them up so you could see her tattoo. It faded so well on her skin tone a nice lime green and royal blue. The same color of her hair which was naturally that way. But you where distracted by something else right now.

And that was Jolyne’s reaction to your hands. Her breast felt like they where on fire. And her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. “You must be nervous Kujoh your hearts jumping.” You looked up at her.

“Pshh Shutup loser I’m just out of breath.” Glad to know I make you feel this hot baby.”Do the carpet match the drapes? “Just kiss me already stop asking me all of this,” she demanded. “Fine.” You gave in her warmth being shared with you. Her lips where soft grazing against yours.

She was nervous about a girl stealing her first kiss. She took a large breath of air. You took this opportunity to slip your tongue in. She tasted like nerds her favorite candy you always saw her chugging down.

“So sweet,” you moaned through tongue swirls. Things were getting heated her hands fell in your hair pulling you deeper. Jolyne couldn’t believe she gave in so easily to you. She was now making out with her enemy and getting a kick out of it at that.

She noted everything about your body being so close to you. Your aroma that she couldn’t help to sniff and your tiny breaths. You were yet to break away so she did.

She watched your mind hazy and starving. You were fully in the zone leaving her just for a moment. You changed the channel from the golden girls to MTV. Hopefully, they would have some making love songs on.

You crawled back over the area where she was laying on your floor. “Maybe you would like to use my bed,” you proposed. “Oh Um yeah,” she broke out of her trance.

“You look so cute brain all foggy,” you taunted. “Shut up its all your fault anyway.” Her face was coated in a deep blush. “I’ll give you what you want don’t worry.”

You pulled her t-shirt up. It was like she was prepared for this she had no bra on. “Don’t look at me like that there painful I don't like wearing them!” Hmm, it’s like you were made for me,” you insisted.

“I don’t know about that,” she stalled. “Watch this.” Your hand dug into her shorts and panties it only took you a second to find her clit which was already erect for you.

She bit her lip trying to hold in a moan from your touch. But it was too late you already heard it. “See,” you chuckled. You removed her neon shorts and then her panties tossing them somewhere on the floor.

You pushed her further down towards your Queen and Kiss posters. “Sorry but your gonna have to stare at Freddy Mercury the whole time.” You folded her legs into her chest hosting her up high so you could Neal.

She watched as you tucked your hair behind your ear with one hand. You neared her pussy spreading her glistening folds. You felt her throb when you touched her clit just barely.

She didn’t want to admit it to her enemy but she was horny just wanting you to eat her already. But you were leaving wet smooches up and down her thighs.

“Gonna mark you so everyone can see how good you felt.” Fuck that just fuck me already,” she begged. Someone’s impatient,” you giggled.

She let out a sigh of relief when your mouth finally latched onto her sucking on her bundle of nerves. Her juices flowed down your chin. “Mmm taste so good.”

You gave it little kitten licks teasing her further. Even though you couldn’t see her face you could tell that it was bunched up. She reached for your head a drove it into her pussy. She practically grounded your face on her cunt groaning at the sensation.

You breathed in your nose still covered in her fluids. Her hands tangled in your hair pushing you in further to the point where you couldn’t breathe. She didn’t care about you only her pleasure. That was the case because she moaned so loud to the point where your chef all the way across your mansion might hear.

You pulled out finally needing air. “Keep going whore,” she spat. “Not even gonna let me breathe feeling that good huh?” She could tell you where smirking at her state but she didn’t care bringing you in again. Your tounge found its way into soaping hole.

You hummed at her taste slightly sweat while your tounge reached as deep as it could. Her toes began to coil as the knot in her stomach began to form. Her body almost folded into a pretzel hurt slightly.

You took your tongue out for a sec slurping her liquids the clash of your saliva and her fluids filled the room with sounds. You wish you could laugh at Jojo's pleads and cry’s right now but you were busy switching back to suck on the bud of her clit lick it was a tip.

She squirted a bit but that wasn’t enough for you so you continued sucking like it was the best-flavored candy. You left off her once again with a pop sound.

She squirted again this time in your mouth. Right after her cum gushed down her thighs. After licking her clean you went to kiss her. Her legs fell down on the bed locking your legs into her waist and pulling you closer. She was satisfied tasting herself twice today on your tongue.

“Admit it.” Huh what are you saying l/n,” she inquired. “That you must be made for me.” You looked her in the eyes as you spoke. She looked away embarrassed to face you. “Yeah maybe your right,” she huffed!

Let's just say the friendship shirt was a more than successful scheme.

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remuswriting · 3 years ago

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TAKE YOUR TIME (I'LL BE HERE); IWAIZUMI HAJIME

It’s dead-week, and Y/N wishes Hajime would change his major.

TAGS: University; Established Relationship; Bisexual Reader; Fluff

WORD COUNT: 1,892 words

NOTES: The title literally has no real meaning beyond I really like it. Also, Iwaizumi went to college in California, which is why Y/N’s major is what it is.

It was 2 AM when Hajime returned to the apartment he shared with Y/N. He had just gotten back from the library after a study group ran way too long. It was dead-week, so no one had complained. People either left when they needed to or when the study group had finished.

He had told Y/N he’d be home late. The call had been fairly short, but Y/N told him there’d be leftovers in the fridge when he got back. It was fried rice, but it wasn’t fancy by any means. Y/N was just trying to get rid of everything in the fridge before it went bad.

The lights were still on in the kitchen, but the living room lights were off. The bedroom door was cracked enough that he could see the lights were still on in there as well. He wasn’t surprised seeing that it was dead-week and Y/N’s classes this semester had been harder than previous semesters.

He put his keys on its designated hook on the wall before taking his shoes off and neatly placing them in the shoe holder next to the door. He took a couple of steps and was at the small dining room table they bought and built together when he first moved in with Y/N. Before Hajime, the apartment was fairly bare since Y/N didn’t spend too much time there. Now, it was more likely to find him there than anywhere else, especially when both of them were free.

Hajime put his backpack on the chair closest to the door and turned back to flip the lights on. He walked into the kitchen, which was narrow and the boundaries of it were determined by one side being pressed against the wall and the other side having a peninsula for where the sink was. He grabbed the container from the fridge that had a post-it note saying ‘your share’ and heated it up before going to the bedroom.

He pushed the door open with his side as he ate. Y/N was sitting at his desk, headphones in and eyes trained on the screen as he typed ridiculously fast. Their bedroom was a little small for two people, but they managed. Hajime grabbed the other rolling chair they crammed in there and pushed it to be next to Y/N, who jumped at the movement.

Y/N placed a hand over his heart as Hajime sat down. “Fuck. Were you trying to scare me?”

Hajime reached out and gently removed Y/N’s earphone. “I wasn’t exactly quiet when coming in.”

“You could’ve knocked,” Y/N said as he turned off whatever he had been listening to and pulled out his other earphone.

“Why would I knock in my own home?”

“For me, obviously,” Y/N said, and he huffed slightly. He was irritable, and Hajime knew it wasn’t directed at him. “I wish we had the same major.”

“You want to do science with me?” Hajime asked, and he was regretting not bringing his water bottle in here with him.

Y/N slid his water bottle across the desk to Hajime, obviously able to read his mind somehow. “No, I want you to be an English Education major.”

“I hate reading,” Hajime said, and it wasn’t true. He liked reading what he wanted to, just not whatever bullshit Y/N was forced to read and dissect.

“Yeah, but then you could read my papers and give proper feedback,” Y/N said, and he pressed the side of his face on his laptop keyboard. “You don’t know what aestheticism is or who used it within their literary works or how it was seen as revolutionary for some fucking reason.”

“Well, maybe your essay could teach me?” Hajime asked, and Y/N turned his face so his nose pressed into the keyboard. Hajime watched a letter start filling the already 10-page Word document.

“I wanna drop out,” Y/N whined.

"We're almost done,” Hajime said, and he was nearly finished with his food. “Also, dinner was good. Thank you.”

Y/N picked up his head and looked at Hajime. He had tired eyes, and Hajime wished he could just put Y/N to sleep. “You have to make dinner tomorrow. I have this awful paper to finish and then another one to write for my technical writing class.”

“How many essays do you have?” Hajime asked, and Y/N leaned back in his chair. Hajime looked him over finally. Although there was a frown etched on Y/N’s face, he looked soft, wearing Hajime’s old practice shirt from Seijoh.

“Four. Two are due next week while this one and the one for my technical writing class are due this week,” Y/N said, and he threw his head back slightly. The back of the chair dug into his neck. “These are the worst ones since they have to be at least 12 pages. The other two are 10 to 15 pages, so much easier.”

Hajime put the empty container on the desk and took a drink from Y/N’s water bottle. It was nearly empty, which meant Y/N had been in here for hours. “Yeah, I’m definitely not changing my major to help you.”

“So, you don’t love me?” Y/N asked, and it wasn't serious. Y/N knew Hajime loved him; it was hard not to whenever Hajime made sure to show it all the time. Kisses in the morning before they went to class, bringing Y/N lunch when he didn’t have time to grab anything, cleaning the apartment when Y/N’s schedule got overbooked with work and study groups, and so many other things. Tooru had made the comment Hajime needed to calm down or Y/N would be turned off by the constant attention, but that hadn’t been the case. Y/N thrived under the attention.

“Shut up,” Hajime said, and Y/N smiled a little. All Hajime wanted to do was kiss that smile and see if he could make it grow against his own lips.

“I love you, too,” Y/N said, and he grabbed his water bottle to take a drink. Hajime smiled, and Y/N’s smile grew as he took a drink. “Okay, so I’m going to set up at the dining table and you can sleep.”

“You’re not going to sleep?” Hajime asked, and Y/N shook his head as he deleted the four pages of the letter g he had accidentally typed with his nose.

“I have to finish this paper. It’s due on Thursday.”

“You have tomorrow to finish it,” Hajime said, and Y/N looked over at him with annoyance in his eyes. “Don’t give me that look.”

“You’re not the one having to cite Oscar Wilde and explains shit about him,” Y/N said, and Hajime rolled his eyes.

“You’re right, I’m not, but you still need sleep or else it's going to suck.”

Y/N smirked at him, and it made Hajime’s pulse quicken. “Are you just trying to get me in your bed, Hajime?”

Hajime’s face burned, and his cheeks were red. It didn’t matter that they had been together for nearly a year and had done what Y/N was suggesting before. Y/N’s directness always took him by surprise. He remembered telling Tooru about how direct Y/N was, and Tooru told him they were perfect for each other since they were both direct. Hajime just felt like it was different coming from Y/N.

“I’ll think about sleeping with you if you refill my water bottle,” Y/N said, and he didn’t need to attach the bribery part to it. Hajime had been planning to refill it, anyway.

“You’ll only think about it?” Hajime asked, and Y/N’s smirk turned into a smile.

“Wow, you sound so desperate.” Y/N scooted his chair closer to Hajime’s before ruffling Hajime’s hair. “Very cute.”

“You’re being annoying,” Hajime said, and Y/N shrugged.

“Maybe, but you find me cute too,” Y/N said, and Hajime couldn’t deny that. “Now, fill up my water bottle, or the only man I’ll ever talk about ever again is Oscar Wilde.”

Hajime rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you could do that, even if you tried. You hate the guy.”

“I mean, I don’t hate him. I’d rather not study him, but I don’t hate him,” Y/N said, and he sighed. “I hate the fact that he’s known as gay when I’m pretty sure he was bisexual. Imagine dying before learning about labels that would actually fit you and being in a world that would accept you. He was arrested for being gay while the guy he was being gay with didn’t face any consequences.”

Hajime had always known he was gay, but Y/N had told him he hadn’t had the same experience. In Y/N’s senior year of high school, he got his first crush on a guy and spiraled a little until he learned about being bisexual. Maybe that was why he seemed passionate about this more than anything else pertaining to Oscar Wilde.

“You’ve told me about that,” Hajime said, and they were going to the kitchen to put the dirty container in the sink and to fill up Y/N’s water bottle.

“He wrote the guy a 50,000-word letter while in prison. ”Y/N leaned into Hajime’s side while Hajime filled the Brita up. “It’s all just sad. That man was so sad.”

Sleepiness was starting to creep into Y/N’s voice, and Hajime knew that getting Y/N to ramble on about something in one of his classes late at night would make him tired. He didn’t understand why, but he didn’t question it.

“Would you ever write me a letter that long?” Hajime asked, and Y/N pressed his face against Hajime’s shoulder.

“No, too much work,” Y/N said, and his voice was muffled slightly.

“I’d write you a letter that long,” Hajime said, and he would. It may take him a while to do it, but if Y/N wanted it, he would do it.

“That’s gay,” Y/N said, and he kissed Hajime’s clothed shoulder. “Super-duper gay.”

“I’m gay,” Hajime said, and Y/N chuckled against his shoulder.

“You got me there.”

It was quiet for a couple of minutes, and Hajime wondered if Y/N had fallen asleep against him. It wouldn’t be the first time he had fallen asleep standing up. Neither of them had been sleeping like they usually did because of finals being next week, which led to Y/N randomly falling asleep the moment he felt any kind of comfort.

“Hajime,” Y/N said, and his voice was soft.

“Yeah, baby?” Hajime asked, and Y/N lifted his head off of Hajime’s shoulder, which made Hajime look over at him.

Y/N’s eyes were still tired, but they were filled with curiosity. Hajime found him to be so pretty. “Are you sure you won’t change your major to English Education?”

Hajime let out a laugh, which made Y/N frown. “Why don’t you change your major to Sports Medicine?”

“Because bodies suck,” Y/N said, and he put his chin on Hajime’s shoulder. Their faces were so close, and Hajime’s pulse quickened once again. “Not yours, though. I like your body.”

“You need to go to sleep,” Hajime said, and he turned to the Brita filter and poured the water into Y/N’s water bottle. “You’re being a menace.”

“Your menace,” Y/N said, and he grabbed Hajime’s face and kissed him. “You hadn’t given me a hello kiss yet.”

Hajime kissed Y/N and mumbled against his lips. “You were busy.”

“I’m never too busy for your kisses.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x male reader #iwaizumi x male reader #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu fic

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wakinguponsaturday · 2 years ago

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Almost a year to the day after first asking @its-sixxers if I could print out and bind Half Light (after figuring out how one actually does that), I've finally finished it!!!

She's 825 pages long, has some of the early pages warped from glue, and blood (?) staining the text block, and I am so excited to fall in love with Nines and Mary all over again. Thanks for letting me do this, it's been a really rewarding project and I got a new hobby out of it!!!

Please go read Half Light and everything else Six has written, she is immensely talented. Mary is my favourite character in Bloodlines bar none and reading her story endeared me to VTMB when the game itself did not. Six's Fallout works are also masterpieces, and I haven't checked out her newer stuff with Elder Scrolls but I fully intend to because even if I've never touched a Skyrim game in my life, I know I'm going to adore it too!

More info about the process under the cut.

SeaLemon was an invaluable resource starting out here because I barely know how to sew and I had no idea how to approach the actual construction of a book. I'm gonna plug her right off the bat because she's very beginner-friendly if anyone else wants to learn.

But before all of that I had to format everything in Word! Chapter by chapter I copied the text over from the downloadable PDF from AO3 and would scan through the fic to ensure the formatting was correct (italicization, bolding, paragraph breaks, etc). I'd do this for about an hour at a time over the course of a couple months, until I decided to do the rest of it all at once after one March night at 10PM where I decided to learn how to bind it all, because fuck it, why not. (Answer: I was freaked out about my upcoming departmental talk and this seemed like a good distraction).

Printing all of it just on regular printer paper (don't know if I'd do that again in the future, but it's what I had on hand) it ended up being 52 signatures, or collections of 16 pages (4 pieces of paper) folded in half. Pierced holes in all of those using an awl and an old phonebook to hold the pages open, and then used my old embroidery thread to sew them together. This part took me maybe two days because I was just so damn pumped about it lmao. I also don't have any kind of bookpress to weight down the pages, so I had made due with old textbooks and MCAT prep material.

It stayed this way for LITERAL MONTHS as I gathered all the other supplies - chipboard and brushes from my local craft store, PVA glue online, and by far the hardest part was fabric. I've since learned that you can make your own fabric using book cloth and basically anything you want (if I had known this book would have been coated in red silk I swear) but for now I just wanted to be sure it was something designed for this purpose, as the woman at Fabric Land assured me it needed something specialized. So binder's buckram! Took a while to find something local and the color selection was pretty limited, I was hoping for a dark red or a dark blue but the green was the best they had in stock. Took even longer to get here. And by that point I had enough going on that it fell by the wayside until uh.... last week.

I glued the spine, again realizing that maybe I should've just made my own bookpress but powering through with textbooks to hold things in place, and let that sit for a couple days to fully dry. Ideally it would be flat, but beggars cannot be choosers. Gave her a lil ribbon too.

Not pictured because I forgot, the final text block with black construction paper glued to it to form the inside cover (would probably use something thicker/crisper in the future, something more like cardstock perhaps?). But then it came to putting the cover together! And that was just cutting chipboard to fit and gluing it correctly onto the fabric, leaving gaps around the spine.

Let that dry, and then I glued the text block in and let everything sit for just over 24h, again with makeshift weights to prevent the fabric warping (it's the second book from the bottom).

And then tada! Finished book! (This one's from before it was pressed but it looks the same now)

All in all extremely cool to hold in my hands and I look forward to the next fic that makes me this insane. If I get permission to do The Sun Is Now Fading I might take a crack at that and make a little set! Follow your dreams and one day you too will be able to take notes in the margins of your favourite Vampire the Masquerade fic.

#vtmb #vampire the masquerade #its-sixxers #bookbinding #mine #cant wait to read this on my flight and pray that no one asks me what it is lest i have to respond with #..... uh are you familiar with the 1991 TTRPG world of darkness and its subsequent media #em.chats

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tennessoui · 3 years ago

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would you ever do a hunger games au? like anakin and obi-wan in the arena and doing a katniss and peeta thing where they both survive? anakin maybe killing the competitors so obi-wan wouldn't have to? (just thinking that child killing is in character for him) anyway no pressure or anything I just haven't stopped thinking about a hunger games au of obikin and. I thought maybe you could do something with it!

i need you to know i shamefully snorted at the child murder thing i'm sorry and i'm also sorry this took so long and it's a bit all over the place and doesn't actually get into the Games at all (+ it's been years since I read the books so all inaccuracies should be tastefully ignored pls) this may not be what you asked for tbh but here you go!!

(content warnings: hunger games typical discussion of child murder, but nothing graphic)

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Anakin’s first emotion after his name is called is a strange sense of relief.

Good, he thinks. I’ll get to go with Obi-Wan. He won’t be alone.

He dutifully steps forward out of the crowd towards the stage, where the announcer is waiting next to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan who is looking at him with an expression of naked devastation.

Anakin tries to convey that it’ll be alright, that it’s fine, that they knew this was a possibility. Sure, it’s Anakin’s last year eligible to be in the Games. Sure his nineteenth birthday is in two weeks, at which point he would become too old to qualify as a child to the Capitol, but what’s done is done.

Obi-Wan will be his mentor, because Obi-Wan has been the mentor for District Four ever since he won his own Games seven years ago when he was sixteen and Anakin was twelve.

That year’s known unofficially as the most boring Games in Panem history, but the Capitol loves how handsome Obi-Wan’s grown to be. So what if he didn’t kill his competitors messily or with a bloodthirsty joy? He’s so polite in his interviews all these years later, and look at those dimples!

It makes Anakin sick, every time Obi-Wan has to leave District Four and travel to the Capitol to be fawned over and stroked and used. His nightmares are always worse the weeks after he gets back, and he never lets Anakin hold him during them.

And it’s even worse during the actual Games, when Obi-Wan is put in charge of two children’s lives only to see them brutally murdered on screen a week later. The cameras always show his reaction when the competitors from District Four die. They must think he cries pretty or something.

Anakin hates the Capitol. He hates them for what they’ve done to Obi-Wan. What they’ve made him into

As he gets close enough to the stage, he notices that Obi-Wan’s hands are shaking slightly.

He doesn’t even listen to the name of the girl being called. She’s not important. She’ll be dead in a few days time. What’s important is Obi-Wan. What’s important is comforting him, is reassuring him. Is coming back to him.

This is the moment when Anakin resolves that these Games will become known as the quickest in history.

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The girl is understandably sullen and upset on the train. “I should get a different mentor!” she demands. “It’s obvious you’re going to play favorites with him.”

Anakin doesn’t snap back because she’ll be dead in a few days. Though she really shouldn’t use that tone with Obi-Wan.

“I’m not playing favorites,” Obi-Wan insists. “I don’t have favorites.”

“You literally just wiped sauce off his mouth with your finger,” the girl points out. “And then he licked it!”

Anakin smirks at her. Of course Obi-Wan has favorites. Of course Anakin is Obi-Wan’s favorite. It took him years to wear down Obi-Wan until he allowed him this close, and years after that until he finally got to kiss him for the first time, just a few months ago.

If she thinks he’s going to give up any of his Obi-Wan time so she can get her hopes up about not dying in a few days, she’s got another thing coming.

But Obi-Wan shifts away from him and he looks guilty.

If Anakin could get away with killing the other person from his district, he would. But it’d probably make Obi-Wan sad.

“Is whining part of your strategy?” he asks waspishly instead. “I don’t think it’ll make you many allies.”

She has the nerve to look offended.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan chides. Underneath the table, he squeezes his knee.

“Everyone in the district knows about you two,” she glares at him. “You haven’t exactly kept it a secret.”

Anakin hasn’t exactly tried to keep it a secret. The first night Obi-Wan had kissed him, he went straight home and told his mother, his neighbor, his schoolmates, his cat, and his ex-girlfriend.

(No one had been surprised, except maybe the cat.)

“It’s not fair,” she cries. “Who can I talk to to get a different mentor for me?”

“The ethics board,” Anakin smiles, all teeth, settling back into his seat and slinging an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says again, this time more exasperatedly. “Robin, I promise I will be the best mentor you can ask for. It is my wish to see you survive as long as possible in the next few weeks.”

The girl jumps to her feet in outrage. “You can’t even say you want me to win!” she yells. There are tears at the corners of her eyes. If she were a little less annoying, Anakin would feel quite bad for her. Obviously Obi-Wan doesn’t want her to win. Anakin’s right here.

She storms out of the train compartment, her face in her hands. Anakin barely waits for the door to close before he’s slipping into Obi-Wan’s lap and throwing his arms around his neck with a groan. “God, I thought she’d never leave.”

He isn’t pushed away. Obi-Wan must realize they only have a handful of days left to be together before he goes into the arena.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says wearily, even as his arms encircle his waist.

Anakin presses a kiss to his nose and then another to his cheek. “It’s alright to have favorites, Obi-Wan,” he murmurs. “And she should know there’s no way she’s winning anything. Don’t waste your time.”

“I will do everything I can to make sure she survives as long as possible,” Obi-Wan repeats. “I don’t think I can survive anything else.”

Obi-Wan’s voice sounds shaky, so Anakin presses their lips together. Best not to talk for awhile.

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“We should discuss strategy,” Obi-Wan says later that night through frantic kisses. “Sponsors, story, training--”

“I have a strategy,” Anakin murmurs back as he moves further down the bed, rucking up his partner’s shirt. “Win.”

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“You look absolutely radiant,” Anakin tells the girl in an undertone while they’re in line for their interviews. She turns around to glare at him. The designer for their district has gone for the typical fish designs that people always associate with District Four, and they’ve dressed her up in a shimmering iridescent gown that flares at the ends like a fish’s tail.

Anakin’s own outfit is mostly a fishing net draped over one shoulder and a pair of tight pants. The designer, much to Obi-Wan’s embarrassment and Anakin’s satisfaction, had taken one look at his shirtless chest and decided to dress him in as little clothes as possible.

“Weird braid,” is all she says.

Obi-Wan had done it late last night when both of them had tired each other out and Anakin had curled up on his chest. After his Games, Obi-Wan’s hands like to do something. The repetitive motion of braiding and unbraiding Anakin’s hair soothes his demons.

It’s one of the reasons Anakin’s grown it out to his shoulders, much longer than is practical for his district.

Obi-Wan had gone to unbraid it, and Anakin had stopped him. He wanted to keep it. To wear it into the Games.

“Thank you,” he says generously. “I saw your score. 7’s not too bad.”

She sneers at him. “Did you celebrate your 11 with your boyfriend?”

“Oh sorry,” he winces. “Did you hear us? I’m just so bad at biting my tongue when he does this thing with his.”

She scoffs in disgust and turns back around. “I hope he has to watch you die.”

Anakin glares at her back. He knows he can’t kill her himself. But there has to be a way to hurt her and her chances and still have plausible deniability.

When it’s her turn for an interview, she’s vapid and pretty. She laughs and touches the interviewer’s arm.

“I’ve never spent much time in District Four,” the interviewer says jovially. “But tell me, really. Is everyone there as beautiful as the people you keep sending us? I mean. Obi-Wan Kenobi, ladies and gentlemen, am I right?” The audience laughs and hollers. Anakin hates them all. “And now you, Robin, and Anakin Skywalker. Damn!”

Robin--Anakin needs to stop forgetting her name--giggles high in her throat. “It was a very, very enjoyable train ride up,” she says with a stupid wiggle of her eyebrows. “Just this side of too long.”

The audience loses it.

Anakin loses it.

He can’t believe she’s sitting there publicly suggesting that Anakin shares Obi-Wan with anyone. With her. The nerve.

The camera pans to Obi-Wan in the crowd, who looks shocked, embarrassed, and deeply troubled.

Anakin won’t let this stand. He just hopes Obi-Wan forgives him.

The interviewer greets him excitedly when he walks out, and Anakin gives him a sheepish sort of smile.

“Lady killer Skywalker!” the interviewer says. Anakin laughs along with him. “All the girls back home must have been heartbroken to see you leave.”

“But I’ve heard they love watching me go,” he jokes with a charming smile. If that girl--Robin--can do it, he can do it much better. “There’s really only one person for me though,” he murmurs, letting his smile die.

“Oh?” The interviewer asks, leaning forward with interest.

“But sometimes I wonder if they’re only using me for my body,” he says, casting his eyes down. “I love them. Heart and soul, everything I am. But when I told them, they just laughed.”

This is technically true. The first time Anakin had told Obi-Wan that he was in love with him, the older boy had laughed his confession off, saying he was too young to know what he wanted.

“Oh, to be young and in love,” the interviewer sighs theatrically. “So your plan is to win the Games and then win her heart when you get back home?”

Anakin makes himself look sad. Tragically sad. Like he can’t bear to go on.

“They came with me,” he says.

If the audience’s reaction to Robin’s fake confession was huge, its reaction to Anakin’s words is even bigger. Of course they think he’s talking about the girl. That’s exactly what Anakin had wanted. Now he’s the broken-hearted boy and she’s the vapid, self-absorbed bitch. She'll have a hard time finding sponsors now.

It’s very, very hard to hide his smile, a task made exponentially more hard when he sees Obi-Wan bury his face in his hands.

“It’s alright,” Anakin tells the interviewer, without taking his eyes off of Obi-Wan. “I’ll survive.”

#asks #hunger games au #anakin's a bit dark here lets be real i love writing him like that #his games are the quickest games for sure #he does lose his right arm #but he wins #and then moves in with obi-wan #and obi-wan kisses every mechanical finger of his hand before bed each night #anakins just so heartbroken over the death of the girl #that he leans on obi-wan to help in the aftermath #(the story he'll tell the capitol people)#thank god his friend obi-wan is such a strong rock in these times #he has to write the girl's name on his hand so he doesnt forget it #the capitol thinks its so he can carry a piece of her with him into the games #shes furious but how is she gonna set the record straight without admitting to lying herself?#she started it anakin was just finishing it #bitchy dark obsessed anakin my love #obi-wan would be just as obsessed remember #he spends anakins games avidly watching and worrying and going around trying to get sponsors for him #but like within 50 hours the games are over anakin won #obi-wans gotta call everyone back and be like 'um never mind haha'#prompt fill #obikin

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carrotmakar · 4 years ago

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pearls

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: pure smut

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: There’s something about Harry’s pearls that just get you going.

Warning(s): a fascination for harry’s pearls, oral (f receiving), slight degradation, he smacks her thigh one (1) time, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool!!! (or make sure he wraps his!!!!), choking, breeding kink, aftercare

A/N: this is literally just smut!!!!!! reader’s discretion is advised!!!! read at your own risk!!!! anyway, i went completely in for this one please don’t come at me for my love of the pearls, okay????? it’s almost worse than the love for the rings!!! actually, who am i kidding?? it’s definitely worse than the love for the rings!!!!! the necklace is just so hot and it rests on his pretty little clavicle so fucking nicely like oh my god someone save me i cannot breathe!!!!! anyway!!!!! without further ado, here’s just a whole lot of filth!!!

also thank u to @glowunderthemoon for the visual and the ideas!!! also thank u to @strawberryystyles, @sweetheartharry, @soullikestyles, @lookupandseethestars, and @mindofharry for screaming about this with me <3 thank you guys for the ideas and the hype and for just being the way you are i love u guys or whatever

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Y/N’s been needy for Harry since he walked through the door. He came into their house in black designer dress pants and an extremely expensive white button up shirt that all but made her drool. She was sitting on the couch as she watched him kick off his shiny black boots and shrug off the jacket that matched his pants.

All of these things made her want him, but what really set her off was the delicate string of pearls that were perched so perfectly atop his clavicle. He’s been wearing them for weeks and there’s something about them that make her arousal pool in her underwear faster than anything else.

She hasn’t told him this, of course. She doesn’t really think that he’d understand her fascination with a piece of jewelry, so she just went about her search for satisfaction like she normally would.

Harry, however, had different plans. Sure, she hadn’t told him about the infatuation that she had grown to have with his pearls, but he had easily found out. He could tell by the way that her eyes got a little bigger and she gulped every time that he would run his finger across the beads and pull just a bit when he was stressed. He noticed the way that her thighs would clench when he took the necklace into his mouth and how, just once, she let out a gasp when he let it fall from his mouth and there was a thin string of spit connecting his lips to the beads. That’s really when he knew, because she hid her face and tried to push it off even though he could see the way that she was rubbing her thighs together.

So, when Y/N strolls into their room and comes up to Harry, giving him her signature pouty look, with her bottom lip jutting out slightly and her eyes wide, almost innocent, he gives in easier than she thought he would, but that’s simply because he wants to test out what exactly his pearls do to her.

He grabs the back of her head firmly and pulls her closer to him the second that she whispers to him, telling him that she wants him. He presses his lips to hers hungrily as soon as she’s close enough for him to do so. She immediately kisses him back with just as much fervor, loving the way that his mouth molds with hers just like they were made to be kissing each other. He pushes her back onto the bed as he swipes his tongue over her bottom lip, and she quickly opens up for him, letting him dip his tongue into her mouth to dance with her own.

As her back hits the bed, he maneuvers one of his thighs to slot between hers and he applies the slightest bit of pressure when he feels the warmth of her heat seep through the layers of fabric that are keeping them from each other.

Harry pulls away from her mouth to catch his breath and smiles at the way she looks so fucked out already. “Look at you, puppy,” he teases. “Already look so gone and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

She whines and leans up slightly in an attempt to kiss him again, but he wants something different. He leans down and begins peppering kisses along her jaw before traveling down and leaving open mouthed kisses to her neck. He stops briefly on her sweet spot, sucking and nipping at the skin until he knows that there will be a bruise for her to tend to in the morning.

She tries to control her breathing as she feels his lips dance across her skin, and she almost succeeds until the cool surface of his pearls fall onto her skin. A shiver runs down her spine as the beads trail everywhere that he goes.

He pauses his ministrations, teasing his fingers under the hem of her shirt as he looks up at her. When she nods her permission, he slips it over her head and haphazardly tosses it somewhere in the room. He looks down at her, tracing the skin that he just uncovered and licking his lips like he’s seeing the best thing in the world. And to him, he is.

He then resumes his descent down her body, making sure to lick at every inch of skin that he can reach. He stops his trail as he reaches her breasts, which are bare due to the fact that she had foregone a bra today, which Harry personally thinks is one of the best ideas she’s ever had, taking one into his hand to squeeze just as harshly as he knows that gets her going, but doesn’t hurt her. He immediately takes the nipple of one into his mouth and licks circles around the peak as he pinches and rolls the other between his fingers. He’s always been one to pay equal amounts of attention to both, so he repeats his actions on the opposite breast before kissing down her belly.

She arches her back slightly when he nips at the skin of her hip and the pearls fall directly against the part of her that needs him the most.

Looking up at her, he murmurs, “Can I take these off, doll?” He messes with the band of her sweatpants and panties, and he begins sliding them down her legs the moment that she lets out a breathy “please.”

Once they’re off, he throws them just as he did with her shirt and shimmies down until he’s able to press teasing kisses to her calves. He knows that he’s being slightly mean by not giving into what she wants, but he wants to let the chilly pearls slide across her heated skin to get her even more worked up before he gives into what he knows she’s aching for. So he leaves sloppy open mouthed kisses from her calf up to the soft skin of her thigh and then repeats on the opposite leg. By the time he’s at the top of her second leg, she’s squirming.

“Daddy, please, wanna feel you.” Y/N begs, lifting her head from the mattress to meet his gaze. “Please.”

And really, how can he say no to his girl begging him to touch her? There’s no way that he possibly can, so he spreads her legs further, wrapping his arms around her thighs to keep them open for him.

“Yeah, you wanna feel me, puppy? Wanna feel Daddy’s tongue against your pretty little pussy?” he teases as he leans down to lick a long stripe through her folds. She immediately arches her back, whining at the feeling of his tongue against her cunt. He smirks against your heat as you reach down and thread your hands in his hair, tugging when he circles his tongue around her clit before taking it in his mouth and sucking.

Breathy moans of his name fall from her mouth like a prayer and he traces patterns against her sensitive bundle of nerves. He pulls away from her and her hips immediately raise to meet his mouth once again.

He brings his palm down on her thigh quickly, smacking the skin just hard enough to get her to plant her hips back to the soft surface of the mattress. “You know better, puppy. You take what I give you, nothing more,” he chides, caressing the skin that was tingling lightly from his slap. “Are you already feeling that good? Does my tongue make you feel so good that it’s the only thing you can think about?” He shakes his head. “Such a dumb puppy, yeah?” He chuckles when she whines. “Don’t worry, baby, it’s okay, because you’re my dumb puppy, right?”

She immediately nods. “Yes, Daddy, I’m your dumb puppy.” She knows that he wants to hear her say it exactly as he did, so she does. It’s a bit embarrassing, but when a bright smile bleeds across his face and he buries his face back in her cunt, licking into her until her thighs are shaking around his head. She can feel the heat in her lower stomach start to spread throughout her body. She’s right there and just before she opens her mouth to ask him if she can cum, he pulls away. She holds back her whine, knowing that it’ll just get her in trouble, but she’s not sure how well she fends off the pout from cementing itself to her face.

If she’s bad at hiding it, though, he doesn’t say anything. He just stands from the bed and begins unbuttoning his shirt so he can have even less fabric between the two of them. While he’s busying himself with that, she slinks off the bed to sit on her knees in front of him. He looks down at her, eyes slightly wide as he takes her in. The sight of her eager below him makes him throb in his pants, and there’s almost nothing more that he wants than to use her pretty little throat to get off, but he’d much rather see her suck on something else. Preferably while he fucks into her so that he can see her eyes roll into the back of her head as she tries to keep her mouth closed.

So, when she reaches forward for the zipper of his pants, he grabs her wrists to stop her. “Not this time, puppy.” She pouts at his words and he moves one hand to caress her cheek. “I know how much you love having things in your mouth. Greedy little puppy always has to have something to suck on.” He chuckles darkly when she whines low in her throat. “I’ve seen you starin’ at my pearls lately, baby, why don’t you put those in your mouth instead?”

Her nod is subconscious, her head bobbing before the words have even fully registered in her brain. The only thing she really heard was ‘pearls’ and her mouth immediately watered.

She watches as he pops the button on his pants before dragging his zipper down. He lets his hands fall to his sides once he’s done. “Finish undressing me, puppy. You wouldn’t want to make me do all the work, would you?” he drawls, smirking down at her.

She reaches up and dips her fingers below the band of his pants and boxers before tugging them down his thighs. His cock springs free of the restraints and smacks against his stomach. The head is leaking precum, almost like it’s weeping to be touched. She yearns to smear her lips across the drippy tip but she knows he’ll be mad if she does, especially since he told her that he didn’t want her mouth around his dick this time. So instead, she leans forward to sponge kisses along his thighs as she pushes the clothing down to his ankles. After a few moments, she backs away to let him kick the pesky fabric off.

Once he’s completely bare, she lets her gaze meet his again. She takes in the way that he looks so powerful standing above her, like he controls everything in the room. And really, at this point in time, he does.

“Stand up,” he commands. She listens without a second thought, pushing herself to her feet to stand in front of him. He takes a good look at her before placing his hand on the back of her neck and pulling her forward so that he can smear their lips together. He fits her bottom lip between his two as he walks them backwards to the bed. Getting lost in the taste of her on his tongue, he lets them both fall onto the bed again. When she moans into his mouth, he pulls away to allow them to catch their breath.

He backs away from her, coming to rest on his knees in front of where she’s sprawled out on the bed. She looks up at him with lust filled, wanting eyes as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and gives himself a few languid strokes. His thumb swipes across his tip to gather his precum and slick it down his shaft. Her eyes train on his tip, the skin flushed a bright red. There’s already more precum leaking from the slit as he continues stroking himself. After a few moments, he bucks into his hand and she whines, spreading her legs for him.

“You want me inside, baby? Wanna feel daddy in your tummy?” he teases, continuing to stroke his cock as his eyes roam over her body. She nods and he chuckles, shaking his head. “Beg for it, then. Show me just how greedy my pretty little puppy can be.”

She opens her mouth before closing it again, she can’t just beg him for that! “If you don’t want to, I can always get myself off,” he warns and her mouth immediately opens again.

“No, no, please,” she whines. “Don’t want you to get yourself off.” She pouts.

“Then do as I said,” he groans, rolling his head back as hips buck into his hands once again, “and beg.”

“Fuck me, please, wanna feel you,” she begs. “Feel so empty without you, wanna feel full. Daddy, please.”

Harry gives into her begs, coming back over to her. He rests his hands on either side of her head, framing her in. He leans down, connecting their lips. It’s messy, all gnashing teeth and fighting tongues, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. She takes his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs slightly, causing him to groan into her mouth. He lowers himself onto his forearms so that he can take one hand down to his cock. Wrapping his hand around the base, he drags the tip through Y/N’s folds, causing her to let out a shuddering breath.

The head bumps against her clit, making her arch her back slightly to increase her pleasure. One stern look from him has her pressing back down into the mattress, though. He smirks down at her as she obeys him with nothing more to go off of but a glare.

He leans down slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to her nose. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any time, yeah? Just because I’m more on the harsh side tonight doesn’t mean I care about your comfort any less,” he reassures, looking deep into her eyes.

“I will, promise,” she murmurs, reaching up to grab onto his pearls loosely before tugging, causing him to fall close enough to her face so that she can ghost her lips against his. “Now, fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you for days.”

He groans, pushing his cock into her dripping pussy as he breathes out puffs of air against her mouth. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he chuckles at her, smirking darkly. “You like my pearls so much that you just can’t keep your greedy little hands off of them, yeah?” he taunts before pulling out until only the tip of his cock is still inside of her. He thrusts back in harshly, making her cry out in pleasure.

He sets a steady pace as he moves his face down to her throat, leaving sloppy kisses along her pulse. When he meets her sweet spot, causing her to let out a whimpery moan. He bites down on the skin there, letting his tongue meet the skin afterwards to soothe the skin. His hips stutter for just a moment when she squeezes around him. “Fuck, puppy you’re so tight for me, so fucking tight,” he pants into her neck. “Every single time we do this—fuck—you take me in so fucking snug, so right. God it’s like you were fucking made for me.”

She brings her hands to the side of his neck in an attempt to bring his mouth to hers. She grasps on to the string of pearls that are bouncing against his collar bone with every sharp thrust. He gives in to her whines and places a quick peck to satiate her need before leaning up and grasping her hips, positioning his own in a way that makes him hit even deeper. She cries out as his cock hits that spot inside of her that makes her a whimpery, whiny mess.

He smirks when her head falls back in bliss and her mouth forms an ‘o’. Gripping onto her hips so hard that she’s sure she’ll have grape sized bruises tomorrow. Honestly though, as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her, she can’t bring herself to care about the marks.

He reaches down to rub circles on her clit, sending jolts of electricity shooting up her spine. She cries out, getting completely lost in the feeling of him fucking into her while toying with her bundle of nerves.

After a few moments, he moves his free hand to her throat, wrapping his hand around her neck as she meets his eyes. He tightly, enough to restrict her breathing. His fingers squeeze against the sides of her neck, making the blood rush through her. The feeling is amazing, each thrust pairing with his grip on her throat pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“D-daddy,” she rasps, bringing her hands up to wrap around his wrist. “Can—can I cum?” she begs, voice raspy due to his hand being pressed directly against her windpipe.

“You wanna cum for me puppy?” She nods, desperately whining. “Then do it, soak my cock for me, baby. Show me just how good my cock feels inside your pussy.”

She lets go, the bubble in her lower stomach popping as the euphoric feeling of her orgasm washes through her body. Every fiber of her being feels like it’s on fire as she squeezes around his cock, reaching up to bring his face closer to hers. He groans into her mouth, letting his mouth sloppily mold with hers as she whines, pulsing around his dick as she rides out her orgasm.

He continues rubbing against her clit as he ruts into her, helping her milk her high for everything it’s worth. Once it becomes too much, she pushes his hand away from her clit and peers up at him with a pout on her face.

“Will you cum inside me, daddy?” she begs, grabbing his shoulders and crossing her ankles behind his back to keep him close. “Please? Wanna feel full.”

“Yeah?” he breathes as she buries her hands in his sweaty curls. “Want daddy to fill you up? Fuck, you wanna feel me here?” he asks as he places his hand on her lower stomach and presses down lightly.

She nods, whining a repeated string of “yes” as he thrusts into her one, two, three more times before burying himself as far as he can and dropping his head to her neck, groaning as he releases inside of her, thick ropes of his cum painting her walls white. She whimpers at the feeling, loving the way that she feels so full of him.

He sponges kisses to her pulse as they catch their breaths. “I love you so fucking much,” he breathes into her neck.

“I love you, too,” she reciprocates.

He basks in the feeling of her snug around him for just a second longer before he gently pulls out. Both of them hiss at the loss of contact, but Harry’s quickly turns to a groan as he watches his cum drip from her.

“You’re so messy, puppy,” he teases before leaving the room to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom. While he’s gone, she lets herself relax on the bed as the exhaustion washes over her.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, baby,” he coos as he saunters back in with a warm rag. “Gotta clean you up before we go take a bath.”

He gently runs the cloth over her thighs before gently wiping through her folds. She hisses when he runs over her sensitive clit, and he automatically apologizes before pressing a light kiss to her thigh.

Standing back up, he takes his hand in hers and tugs her from the bed.

“Come on, baby, I know I fucked you so good that your legs are sore, but I need you to walk to the bathroom with me,” he taunts as she rolls her eyes. “On a serious note, though,” he begins as they’re walking towards the bathroom, “I’m glad you like my pearls so much.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, can’t wait to have you suck on them while I fuck you again,” he states nonchalantly as he leans over to turn on the water. When he looks over his shoulder and smirks, her breath hitches as she thinks about all the ways he’s going to absolutely ravage her later.

#okay please tell me what you think :D #pearls #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #smut

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Only Good Vibes ♡ Min Yoongi

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader

Genre: smut, a futile attempt at comedy, strangers to friends to lovers au.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: If Yoongi was being honest, the last thing he had expected to inherit from his father was a sex toy manufactures, even more so, the last thing he expected from being there was to fall in love. Or let someone peg him, but you know, potato potatoe

Warnings/Tags: mentions of minor character death, Yoongi is bisexual, Yoongi’s father is homophobic, kinda sub!Yoongi, pegging, chaebol!Yoongi, family exclusion, YN is somewhere on the queer spectrum, YN has no filter whatsoever, they drink but they aren’t drunk does that make sense?, Yoongi and YN are soooo awkward istg it pains me, masturbation (female and male), mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, slight edging, fingering (male and female receiving), overstimulation (female and male), squirting, slight dirty talk, kinda voyeurism (do i even write something that’s not voyeurism by now?), Yoongi’s suit gets ruined, anal plugs (male), cock ring, electrode vibrator, use of lube.

A/N: Gotta say, this one took a lot to get done BUT SHE IS HERE. Huge thanks to @birbdae for the banner, I know you did it quite a while ago and since then this fic evolved into this so- yeah I hope that you guys enjoy this one.

Yoongi walks the pristine halls once he enters the building, it smells like a mix of freshly brewed coffee and sanitizer, his shoes somewhat squeaking on the floor with each step he takes, the starched collar of the white shirt he was practically obliged to dress in has started to itch his skin from not being used to the whole put together look. It had been a few weeks since his father died, nobody really seemed phased by it, being that the man had passed away after a long battle on a hospital bed. No one had cried during the funeral, not even his mother. Truth be told, they were all instructed not to do so, something along the lines of being the most deserving family in the country or some bullshit like that. Of course the man would be missed, not for his grandeur as a human being, but more for the millions he made day by day. And that’s where Yoongi comes in. Dressed up head to toe in a way that he hadn’t done ever since his father practically threw him into the streets. As much as he disliked it and had grown out of it, he couldn’t help but compromise, eyes on the grand prize: the family fortune.

So what if his siblings and a few cousins would get something out the old man’s will too, the Min’s fortune, both in money and enterprises, was huge; after his grandfather had passed away, and his father, being the youngest child, absorbed every single part of the fortune as his siblings weren’t fitted anymore to run their part, the newest Min generation had turned to resemble a bunch of vultures waiting to feed. So as long as he got his fair share for having to put up with the man for so long, he would be okay with it.

Everybody was already sitting on the large wooden table by the time he arrived, the commissioner signaling for him to take a seat before he began the lecture. An almost three hour long preface that had Yoongi dozing off multiple times, getting a side eye from most of the other people present, before the distribution began. Min Enterprises consultant branch for Daejun, Min Enterprises technology branch for Hada… and last but not least, Min Enterprises recreative branch for Yoongi.

“HA! TAKE THAT YOU HOMOPHOBIC FUCK! I KNEW I’D GET SOMETHING!” all eyes turned to him as he stood up from his seat, some shocked at the word choice, although it was no secret he had a rough relationship with his father, most of them just snickering at him, like they knew something he didn’t.

And man did they know.

“So he just had to keep being a homophobe even as he’s buried six feet under the ground and give me the dildo factory” Yoongi sighed as he frantically paced around the room

“Eh” his friend shrugged as he munched on a small bag of pretzels “The snacks are nice”

“What the fuck am I supposed to know about dildos! I don’t have a vagina!” Yoongi’s face was redder than ever, throwing a fit on his very first day at the office he inherited just a few days ago– not before going through a lot of papers and signatures and approvals– and learning that apparently amongst the whole business emporium his family had built, there was a sex toys manufacturer. And his father had decided to be his funny homophobic self even after death, by letting his bisexual son run it.

Namjoon had laughed for a good five minutes on the phone before he decided to come over and help his best friend out of what was surely about to be an existential crisis. Leaning against the couch that was placed on what would now be his office, he added distractedly “You don’t need to have a vagina to use a dildo tho”

“Well-true” he seemed to ponder it for a while, before shaking himself from the thought “either way I wouldn’t know a thing about it”

“Remember back in college summer 2013?”

Yoongi turned to his friend, stopping dead in his tracks and squinting his infamous cat-like squint at the younger, gritting his teeth “We DON’T talk about summer 2013”

Namjoon lets out a whole body laugh at both his friend and the memory, when you make your way into his office in order to deliver some of the papers you needed him to sign “What happened in summer 2013?”

“We don’t talk about that” you couldn’t help but smile at him, grumpily making his way to his desk, rubbing his temples as he let out an exasperated groan. Not everyone really knew a thing or two about the new boss, never been the one to be acquainted with his late father’s business, or family, for that matter and it really showed, the poor guy didn’t even know where to begin with before he was savagely thrown into an already clock-work organisation. People were starting to talk as soon as he set foot inside the building, gossips going around about how he wasn’t fitted for the position and how he was the outcast of the family, yet you thought he could use a friendly face if he ultimately decided to take the job. His friend was still absentmindedly laughing before his eyes caught something on his phone screen.

“Well this has being fun, I’m gonna head out” he started getting up from the couch before the elder interrupted his wave towards you

“What am I supposed to do Namjoon?!”

“Just- give me a call once you figure out if you get an employee’s discount, okay?”

“Wha-” Yoongi was quick to throw a pen that had been lying on top of his desk at his retrieving friend, the object falling to the ground as it hit the doorframe, completely missing the other man, whose laugh could still be heard as he walked away.

He slumped against his desk chair once again, eyeing the stack of documents you had brought in for a brief moment before groaning and hanging his head low. There were a lot of rumours going around, with the Min family being as successful as they were, and although you had decided not to trust them, you couldn’t help but feel your heart ache if what people said about Min Yoongi were true. A prodigal son fallen from his father’s grace, truly one –if not the most– prepared person out of the whole family, with a lot of curriculum to back him up, everyone rooting for him to be the head of the whole Min emporium, only to be casted away in a rush of headlines, front pages of magazines and online bashing as he was seen leaving a bar that was known to be one of the few LGBTQIA+ friendly ones around and it all went downhill from there, never to be seen around his own family again except for the big events and now, here.”I could help you figure out your way around if you’d like”

He didn’t even bother to turn your way when he answered “I don’t even know where to begin”

“That’s alright, come on” you tapped his arm in an attempt to have him follow you outside. Although the methods seemed quite unorthodox for an enterprise carrying the Min’s family name, Yoongi didn’t seem the type to take offence on a lack of traditional manners, plus, the whole workplace had always been quite different from the rest of the Enterprises. “My name’s Y/N, I’m the head director of a sister brand, so you’ll be seeing a lot of me around”

“So…” he turned to face you as you two made your way out of his office “dildos?”

“Kinda- we run the LGBTQIA+ focused brand” he almost missed a step as soon as the words were processed inside his mind and you couldn’t help but smile at him

“I never knew my father had an inclusive line in his business”

“Oh he didn’t” you couldn’t help but find it cute when he made a confused gesture with his face as you both stopped at one of the doors that led to the designing part of the building “You see, we tend to do things differently around here, and there’s a lot of space to work with”

The room is, admittedly, not at all what Yoongi had expected it to be –not like he had a precise image in mind about a dildo manufacturer. But the room he was brought in was almost surgical, men and women alike are all dressed up with white laboratory coats and all, one of them approaching both of you with a smile on his face.

“Y/N! What brings you here? It’s been a while since we’ve seen you!” Yoongi can’t help but steal a glance at your smile, the heavy air that he was accustomed to feel every time he came close to one of his family’s business nowhere to be found, the whole room was breathable enough.

“Work’s keeping me busy, anyway, this is Min Yoongi, he’s taking over” for a second Yoongi felt like suffocating, you having to introduce him as if he wasn’t quite literally your boss, as if he was a new employee “I’m showing him around, see how he finds the place”

“Oh the infamous Min Yoongi” and he could feel his heart race- even in such a place, only god knows how much of his family disaster the people could hear of, the flashbacks to being outcasted and laughed at for his downfall all coming back to him “It’s nice to have you man, I’m Hoseok”

You turned his way and smiled at him, in an attempt to let him know that it was fine. There really wasn’t much to fear inside the building– except for when they had to deal with executive meetings– things were different around here. Yoongi’s gaze seemed to fixate on one of the computers where another man in a white coat was sitting, albeit still quite awkward, he approached him “Is there a program for that?”

The guy, one of your best designers ever since he joined an internship a few years back, Jungkook, turned to look at Yoongi with wide eyes and sort of shy at the stranger “Oh yeah” when Yoongi didn’t seem to break out of his fascination on watching a 3D modelling program run with a sculptured cock being designed on it he added with a small chuckle “Drawing penises by hand only gets you so far”

He watches you chat away with both men and can’t help but feel at peace, as weird as the thought of it could be. Min Yoongi, with a MBA and a Business Administration Doctorate, feels at peace in a dildo factory. But the teamwork seems like something he had never seen before, the line of production is almost text-book like. He can’t help but wonder, even if headless, things seem to run smoothly, where exactly does he fit in? “So what exactly am I supposed to do in a dildo factory?”

You laugh at his choice of words, before Hoseok steps in somewhat offended by them “We don’t just make dildos” and although it didn’t help his case, he throws one squiggly silicone penis his way, to which he has no other option but catch “We are in charge of designing, planning and manufacturing recreational tools in aid for people’s mental health, self indulgence and lifestyle” he then loses his whole offended facade as he takes a small ring between his fingers and shrugs before smiling brightly “At least that what we tell the big boss”

The younger man in a white coat speaks up from his place in front of the computer “Except he’s now the big boss”

Hoseok’s eyes grow as wide as saucers as he realises “Oh god did I fucked up?” You can’t stop yourself from smiling at his antiques, hand coming up to shut his mouth as he realises his slip in vocabulary “Oh shit” Jungkook rolls his eyes at him before returning to his work and Yoongi can’t help but feel endeared as the whole scene develops “Sorry boss”

Gratefully, you step to his side, waving a goodbye to both of them, Hoseok returning it with a smile and a bow towards him, and he realises his question still hasn’t been answered “So really, where am I supposed to fit in?”

You seem to ponder the question before responding “You could take over the white collar meetings, we all hate them” Yoongi groans at that “or” you take the silicone penis from him with a mischievous smile on your face as you shake it around on his face “you could be Jungkook’s test subject”

“I-no. Despite what you heard from Namjoon I don’t- I” your body almost doubled over in laughter at the face he pulled, an honest horror face and hey, the man is quite attractive, that much could be seen from miles away, and it had been a few too many months since the last time you got laid, technically he wasn’t even your boss, as you held the same position for a different product line.

“Eh- you could always try them on me” Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise before they took on something darker in them, almost amused at your advances “...if you let me try my products on you”

“Deal”

“Hyung what the fuck”

Yoongi started playing with a stress ball you had given him the day before after all introductions and tours were said and done, and now of course, after texting in the groupchat at night, both Namjoon and Seokjin wanted to hear all about what Jin named– very proudly– the deal-do “What could be worse than dildos?”

“Strap ons?”

Seokjin placed a hand on Yoongi’s back and sighed, already knowing the answer yet forcing himself to ask “Did you even read the papers you signed? The product lines of your company?”

“Oh”

“So you’re not going to keep the whole Min Yoongi doesn’t bottom facade any more?” Namjoon asked, knowing that although it was quite fun to watch the whole scenario unfold, his friend was the one going through it all

“I don’t bottom, that’s a fact”

“Hello boys, having fun on company time?” you crossed the door to his office the way you did the day before, dropping on top of his desk a stack of documents, only now noticing a new face on the couch, turning to greet him as he does the same before standing up, signalling Yoongi’s other friend, Namjoon to do the same.

“Well Yoongi-ah, this has been nice and all but it looks like you’ve got work to do” although he was trying to keep a straight face, the snickering of both men could be heard as they left the room. Yoongi really has to tell them that the walls are paper thin.

“So…”

“Was the whole deal thing a thing? or should I just pretend it never happened and get stuck on reviewing whatever papers I’m supposed to review?” A short laugh escaped your lips as you looked at him, still kinda awkward about the whole ordeal.

“Oh it is a thing” you grabbed one of the folders on top of the stack, pressing the paper against him “We like to be very particular on our quality”

His eyes travelled along his feet for a few seconds, no word spoken about it.

“Yoongi, you do know you can say no right?” it was something you should have addressed way earlier, knowing beforehand that the work ethics around branched out into almost non existent territory, and the man was fresh out of a big family outcasting, getting thrown back in it to take over the least coordinated side of the enterprise “Look, I won’t lie, there’s a lot of talk going around, but you seem like a nice man, and I find you very attractive, you came in here as the boss and I was trying to get you entertained with the whole dildo factory idea, I know it must have been tough being designated here, especially since we tend to be...a little too much to handle, so just know that you can opt out of this one, I can just get Jungkook and his girlfriend to try these ones out, as they always have”

“That’s- that’s a lot to process”

“Then take your time and let me know okay? just thought you could have a nice laugh at the whole situation”

It took Yoongi three days and a half to get back to you on the offer, three days and a half in which, although he wouldn’t admit to it, you had wormed your way into his heart, having you deliver documents each morning, bantering along with his friends before you had to go back to whatever it is that you did around the company. You had also started to smile more at Yoongi’s antiques as he slowly but surely made himself more comfortable around the company, handling small white collar tasks and getting less squeamish at every prototype Jungkook or Hoseok handed him without previous notice.

“You really invited me to dinner beforehand” Along with the responsibilities of being a head of management, came work trips, which were initially a you thing until Yoongi came along and now had to take responsibility as well, so naturally you had suggested to him–after a lot of rain checks on your deal– that this work trip would be perfect for you two to give the new toys a try.

“I’m a true gentleman, Y/N I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Min Yoongi you’re about to absolutely ravage me after this”

“Y/N” his cheeks coloured a pretty pink as he tried to stifle a giggle by taking a sip out of his wine.

Even though it was hard to tell from first glance just what type of lifestyle Yoongi was accustomed to, it certainly became very visible as he navigated effortlessly through the menu with all the french names on it, swiftly ordering for both of you and being delighted at your reactions when the hors d'oeuvre came out, a soft smile on his face the whole time. Whether it was the soft buzz of two cups of red wine over dinner or having the chance of relaxing after a particularly busy week, it made you start gravitating towards Yoongi more than usual. It really was no secret that you found him attractive–you had even told the man yourself. And although you two had somewhat friendzoned each other, the awkward glances, blushing smiles and lingering touches certainly held more than what any of you two could express after barely a month of knowing each other.

Getting Yoongi to your hotel room was the easiest part, a faint blush on the apples of his cheeks as he gazed longingly at your held hands while you dragged him along after leaving the elevator. The kiss was unexpected but certainly welcomed, the way that Yoongi– the man that you had come to know for always being adamant on trying new things– looked so out of his element yet was willing to give it a try instead of running away like many times you had seen him do at work. The kiss was brief, a bit shy and probably out of all the built up tension in the room, your heart swelling at the gesture before you leaned in and captured his lips once more.

“Well this is certainly the first time someone has dined me, wined me and courted me before fucking me into next week”

A laugh escapes his lips, nothing like before, his eyes turning something dark within them as he lowers his voice and his fingers play with the strap on your shoulder, letting it fall down before his lips latch on the base of your jaw “Well what type of assholes have you let fuck you into next week”

A breathy moan escapes your lips as his mouth travels down your jaw to your clavicule, pressing you against him where you could feel his cock hardening, your hand coming down to trace the clothed length as he sharply breathes in “You know, maybe if you end up being good with the toys I’ll let you fuck me with this instead”

He groans loudly, head hitting the wall as you grip him inside his pants “Just fucking give me the dildos already so we can get on with it”

You both move to the bed, losing your dress in the way and positioning yourself nicely as you take out the box engraved with the company’s name on it before he trails behind you, feeling his cock twitch at the image he was greeted by, legs spread open, head against the pillows as your right hand leisurely strokes your already wet folds for him to see.

Yoongi tries his best to take deep breaths as he takes a look into the box, not recognising most of its contents “You really gotta walk me through these”

He can hear you laugh the way you always did when you noticed him being awkward in the slightest at work “Look, I’ll get the part going okay?” your hand stopped stroking your folds, fingers coming up to your mouth, licking them clean before going to grab a small bullet vibrator from the box– a classic you had become well acquainted with during your time working at the company.

The small object comes to life with a practiced twist on its body, buzzing against the air a few seconds before tracing the tip all over your folds before settling it on your clit, a gasped moan escaping your lips as you blindly fetch the glass dildo inside the box, cold surface sending a thrill down your spine as you slowly begin to insert it messily from being focused on not loosening your grip on the small vibrator. Warm hands remove your own from the clear object as you feel warm breath against your exposed skin, the tip of Yoongi’s tongue circling around your right nipple, capturing it between his teeth as he brings the tip of the glass penis inside and out of your cunt playfully a few times before deciding to bottom it out, earning a moan from you. Pumping the dildo a few times, his weight is suddenly shifted from the bed, movements halting and you prop yourself onto your elbows just to throw your head back in pleasure as you feel Yoongi’s mouth on your cunt, tongue lapping up your juices before he inserted the dildo once again, lewd sounds taking over the small room as he continues to fuck you and eat you out at the same time, you feel your thighs start shaking when he stops his movements, smirking at your surprised face, gaze fixated on you as he takes out both a set of ben wa balls and a rabbit vibrator, prompting yourself to explain both of the toys when he cuts your off “Oh I do recognise these two from the lab”

He quickly turns the rabbit vibrator on, wasting no time in fucking you with it as deep as its second vibrating tip allowed him to, the design effectively sending a wave of pleasure against your already worked up clit. Yoongi positions himself comfortably on your side, still fully clothed, hand at a slightly awkward angle so that he can reach down all while having open access to nibble at your skin, having you gasping and moaning under him

“Y-Yoongi I-!’m-” he throws a wink your way as you clench around nothing, impending orgasm long gone “You fucker”

He’s about to pick up the ben wa balls placed carelessly on the bed when he discards them in favour of a small silicone gadget that catches his eye “You were very much eager to try all of these tho” turning to you, all red faced and fucked out “What is this?”

You have half a mind to answer him “It’s a finger vibrator you just place it on your fingers like a glove”

There’s a brief glint in his eyes before he lowers himself again on the floor, easily manhandling you so that he had full access to your already dripping cunt, leveled to his face, cleaning you up with his hot tongue before he experimentally inserts his fingers inside you, vibrations making you instinctevely try and close your legs, to which he only chuckles and playfully bites the inside of your thigh. He quickly starts scissoring his fingers, gentle nibbles to your clit scattered between pumps, working you towards your previously cut short orgasm at a fast speed, walls clenching around his fingers as he separates himself from your core in favour of replacing his tongue for a mechanical sucking motion that you don’t even need to look down to know that he had reached for yet another toy inside the box “Yoongi- oh God- Yoongi p-please I’m-”

You moan loudly, pretty sure that if the rooms in your vicinity were occupied, they were most likely already filing a noise complaint, as you feel your whole body spasming by the force of your orgasm, feeling wetness around yourself, out of the corner of your eye you can see Yoongi smirking at you, the upper part of his sleeves wet from working you until you squirted on him. You can’t even begin to process the situation or really come down from your high as you feel Yoongi’s fingers carefully inserting what could only be the last toy. Your cunt seems to gape before clenching yet again as he works each of the rounded toys inside you, a mix of feeling too much yet not enough, dabbing between pleasure and feeling uncomfortable from the overstimulation taking over you for as long as Yoongi took his time inserting them all “God I can’t wait to see if you’d take my cock as well as you take these balls Y/N”

You’re about to respond with something snarky when he starts to slowly pull at the string of the toy, the ben wa balls coming out one by one, stretching you deliciously, a moan escaping your lips before Yoongi proceeds to start the ritual all over again. A sensation in your lower tummy aching for your climax buildup again and you could already tell it was going to be a long night.

Falling back into a comfortable, bantering routine was easy enough, if anything, that fated sleepless night followed by small giggles from Yoongi everytime you shifted uncomfortably on your seat at the meeting the next day, served the purpose of shifting your relationship towards a more relaxed sexual tension between the two, instead of the awkward one from before, lewd jokes thrown around as well as shameless flirting around the office when you thought no one was watching.

“Look what Jungkook just came up with” you said as you barged into his office a Monday morning, Yoongi almost choked on his coffee as you threw the artifact his way

“And I seriously hope this is a you thing”

You rolled your eyes at him, a smile stretching on your face as the sweet idea of revenge took over your thoughts “It’s an us thing”

His eyes seemed to want to escape their sockets at that “You gotta take me for dinner before you even plan on using that on me”

“Tell you what, I’ll feed you afterwards”

“Deal”

The office usually went quiet and lonely at around a quarter to seven, people from all sectors filtering out after a day’s worth of work, with you being the only human left on the building afterwards, that is, until Yoongi started working there, the man tended to stay for even longer than you did, the lights inside his office filtering to the otherwise dark place. You knock three times on the wooden door before entering Yoongi’s office, finding him hunched over his desk, some document open on his desk as he stares intently at it. You make your way towards him, hands kneading his shoulders to relieve tension, a pleasured groan escaping his lips as your lips bite teasingly his earlobe.

“The ever so romantic Y/N about to fuck me in my own office”

Your hands travel down to the expanse of his chest until they reach his belt, where you struggle a bit to get it undone. “I really just couldn’t wait any longer, could you blame me?”

Yoongi is quick to capture your mouth with his in a heated yet chaste kiss. He rolls his chair out of its original position to allow you to place yourself in between his legs, hips coming up just a few inches to allow you to bring his suit pants down to his ankles, half hard cock twitching in the cool air, your hand wrapping around it and pumping it a few times, to which Yoongi groans loudly, head thrown back as you lick a strip all the way from the base to the tip.

“Oh god Y/N” he can almost feel himself twitch in pleasure as he gazes down just in time to watch you slip him insid eyour mouth, lips wrapped prettily around him as you bob your head a few times before taking him out and giving his tip a few kitten licks “Oh-Oh I swear to fucking god you’ll be the death of me”

You take more of his length in your mouth, ravishing in the way that Yoongi responds, hand coming down to rest on your head, guiding you, yet not forcefully enough as you take a small set of rings from your bag laying around as soon as you feel him tense. You expertly maneuver the toy so that it is wrapped around his cock, him looking down and shivering at the cold metal touching him, constricting his cock to stand proudly as you move to straddle him, moving around a little so that his exposed cock grazes your clothed core under your skirt “I think you should stand up for me”

Yoongi does as he is told, not a word coming out of his mouth as he braces himself against his desk, one of your hands works on his cock as the other one comes down to his asshole, surprised enough to come across a bejewelled toy nestled inside it. You experimentally tug at it, Yoongi hanging his head low with a moan before you tease him a little with it, repeating the motion “So you prepped yourself for me”

He inhales sharply at your ongoing movements, biting down on his lips to keep a much louder noise from coming out “Shut up”

“No I think it's hot" you finally take the plug out, taking a few too many seconds to place the strap on you had thrown his way earlier on before moving to squirt some lube on it as well as on Yoongi’s hole before you tease it with the tip of the dildo, a broken moan coming from Yoongi’s mouth at the feeling, although it had been years– and he really wasn’t about to admit he was looking forward to having you fuck him ever since that sleepless night at your hotel room.

Your hips meet his in a faint and comfortable rhythm, Yoongi clutches his fists tighter every time you graze his prostate, cock leaking in front of him as he feels his orgasm building at a rapid pace before you completely remove yourself from him, bending down to put his pants in place, hand fumbling with the zipper so as to have his still ringed up cock standing still through the pants, forcing him onto his chair as you smile wickedly at him, a small set of electrodes being placed along his length, thin cables leading up to a small device you held in between your fingers.

He gasps as soon as he feels the electrodes vibrating against his cock, his faded climax coming back tenfold, something between a groan and a moan coming out from the back of his throat as you refrain yourself to just continue to watch him curiously “Look at you, such a pretty baby”

Yoongi’s moans keep getting louder by the second as you increase the level on the toy, and you certainly have to thank the universe for the whole office building being completely empty as you clearly see his cock twitch a few times before he cums all over his pants, Yoongi’s breath is ragged as his cock is unable to go soft, discomfort blending into pleasure once again as you keep the toy on for good measure, until you see his eyes watering, to which you hastily make your way to him, as he almost dissolves against the chair.

“It’s- it’s fine, I’ll clean myself” his voice is raspy and kind of quiet as you make sure to clean him the best that you could after removing the toys and running to his private bathroom for some towels.

“Yoongi, I’m not about to leave you after splitting your ass open and overstimulating you into oblivion, you’re not even sitting properly”

He makes a go at inhaling sharply before coming to fix himself on the chair “No it’s okay, I’ve had worse”

“Yoongi” you chastise, fixing him a glare

“Summer 2013”

You chuckle at that–the very much recurring inside joke of his. “What even happened in summer 2013?” He barely opens his eyes just to send an irritated glare your way “Yeah Yeah, we don’t talk about summer 2013”

Carefully selected dates under the pretense of trying out whatever new gadget Jungkook and Hoseok came up with during the month soon turned into weekly meetups, meetups turned into staying the night that soon enough turned things as official as they could be– if Human Resources were the ones asking, Yoongi and you were just really great friends, end of the story. Out of all the ways that Yoongi had initially thought this scenario could play out, it certainly wasn’t this one.

“I’ll see you at home once the meeting is over then?” you say after placing a kiss on Yoongi’s adorable pouty lips, gathering your documents and thoughts for the meeting you were supposed to already be at. He nods right as your knees buckle, feeling the small device inside you pick up in speed, turning to the culprit only to find him smirking at you “Yoongi”

“Love you!” the little shit is quick to pretend like he hadn’t done a thing, eyes quickly fixated on whatever that was showing up on his screen as he watched you leave his office. Guess you’ll just have to get revenge on that one.

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