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green-agent · 2 months

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𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉

BREWING LOVE NEXT DOOR (masterlist) Chapter 1

Jung Wooyoung x neighbor! Oc (Yujin)

Synopsis: because of her mother who loved coffee, Yujin had an unhealthy obsession with caffeine. Feeling down? Coffee. Feeling great? Coffee. Passed a test? Yay coffee. Failed a test? Naur, coffee. Her friends joked about her having more caffeine In her veins than blood.Now, after leaving her hometown and coming to Seoul, she was excited to study in KQ University. Will she die of shock after finding out that the handsome barista was her neighbor? Will she realize why people actually have crushes on baristas? Will she be able to confess?

Genre: cafe!au, fluff

Warnings: nothing really, oc is pansexual, yeosang makes a joke about 'obsessive fangirls'.

Word Count: 1k

Note: the first chapter! Yay! Also NOT PROOFREAD yet.

The chapter's under the cut!

Yujin's POV

Caffeine can be addictive, it can cause insomnia too. And if a person consumes it almost daily, it can be hard to live without it.

How I wish my mother knew that. Because, if she did, I wouldn't have grown up with caffeine, and wouldn't drink it everyday. Wouldn't need to buy it from my local cafe nor would I be standing here. Outside the University students’ favorite cafe.

Refresh & Recharge Cafe

It was famous for being a comforting place, with students inside, studying and spending alone time, or hanging out with friends.

When I was in my hometown, there was a local cafe I really liked going to. It was calm, the owner even had a black cat which I loved.

But since I came to Seoul to study in KQ University, I keep missing both the coffee and the cat, her name was Nabi.

So now, as I stood in front of the Cafe, my heart was racing. I slowly stepped in and saw a small line, about 5 people, in front of the counter. I stood in the line.

I always heard all of my friends talking about their ‘barista’ crushes. Unfortunately, I never had one. Probably because an old couple ran the place. They were Nabi’s owners too. They normally worked there. So, I never really had a barista Crush.

Though, I loved seeing the couple. They treated me like their granddaughter. They were always so playful, romantic with each other.

Anyways, back to the present. There were just 2 more people in front of me.

“Caramel Macchiato with an extra shot of espresso.” I recited in my mind as another lady took her order and left the line.

There was another guy in front of me, blond hair. I couldn't see his face as he was wearing a mask.

“The regular.”

The guy in front of me muttered to the barista and the barista chuckled.

“When will you order something else, Sang?”

The barista, who's face I couldn't see yet as the guy in front of me was tall, spoke.

“Probably after you get a girlfriend” The guy muttered, grabbing his drink and leaving. The barista scoffed.

They probably knew each other, might be friends, might even be bro-SHIT. I forgot it's my turn.

I looked up at the barista, about to speak. But his looks stopped me. Beautiful eyes, sweet smile, a small mole under his eye. Kissable lips and a very boopable nose-

“Ma’am, can I get your order?”

The barista snapped his fingers.

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

I straightened up and said, “oh, yes, sorry. Can I have a Caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso, please”

He smiled, cute, before replying, “it'll take about 3 minutes.”

I nodded, watching him prepare the drink. He then handed it to me. I muttered a soft ‘thank you’ before sitting down on a table.

So is this how it feels to have a barista crush? I mean, he's pretty attractive. But I don't know anything about him. Not even his name. So I don't think so.

I had a weird relationship with Love. The person I had a crush on in high school had a crush on another person. She even came to me asking for advice to confess to her crush. I was, shockingly, not sad.

And yeah, I did have a crush on a girl. I'm Pansexual. I came out to my parents in my last year of high school.

While my father said it was fully my choice who I like and that he didn't have any problem, my mother just said, and I quote, “You can love whoever you want, and you can marry whoever you want. Just maybe adopt a child if your lover or you can't carry one. That's also optional by the way”

So, I guess, I'm lucky to have parents like them. My older brother however, told me to be careful even if I date someone of the same danger. He said “gender doesn't matter, a psychopath isn't always a man, nor is it always a woman. It can be non-binary or gender fluid.”

I understood what he was trying to say but you gotta agree with me, that was weird wording.

I took a sip of my macchiato, looking out the glass wall. It was a calming early September afternoon. Although Seoul was a rather busy city, it was calming in this part of the city.

I kept browsing through my brain for a new story idea while watching the scenery and sipping coffee.

Nobody's POV

Finally, as his shift ended, Wooyoung went and sat down at the table his best friend was sitting at. Yeosang finally looked away from his laptop and up at Wooyoung.

“Done staring?”,He nagged.

Scoffing, Wooyoung replied, “I wasn't staring at you, stop dreaming”

Yeosang rolled his eyes. “I wasn't talking about you staring at me, you dumbass. That girl. You were staring at her.” he gestured towards her in a way others won't understand.

“Me? Staring at who?”

“Gosh, you're so stupid. That girl. The one who was in line behind me, that one you have been staring at while making the coffees.” Yeosang sipped his own latte.

“I-I just thought she was pretty, okay? It's not a big deal…” Wooyoung drifted off.

“But dear Wooyo, don't you realize that your fangirls got very jealous of her? They were furious. I'm surprised they didn't actually try to do anything stupid.”, Yeosang teased.

“Come on! They aren't my fangirls, I'm not some typa celebrity. They just…like my coffee, I guess” Wooyoung explained, knowing really well that wasn't the truth.

“Yeah sure, it's the coffee.” Yeosang sarcastically claimed.

Wooyoung sighed, looking back at the girl one last time. because their cafe served very quickly and right in the line, they never took names. Which Wooyoung was regretting now.

“I wonder what's her name…” he thought while looking at her.

Suddenly, Yeosang made a camera gesture with his fingers and pretended to click a picture.

“Caught in 4k, motherfucker” he smirked and Wooyoung just facepalmed. He couldn't believe that this was his high school best friend. Or maybe he couldn't not believe it.

He looked out the window, taking in the calm atmosphere. Watching the trees carefully, he could tell that it was a windy afternoon. Thank God, he brought his jacket with him.

And there we have it! The first chapter of Brewing Love Next Door. This series was supposed to start way earlier but the drafts got deleted twice 😞 so I also changed up the story a little bit. This is just the beginning and we have a lot more to see! Have a great day!

And remember, a like, reblog or just a simple 'It was good' comment can make an author happy!

Love, Annie 💚

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prettyiwa · 1 year

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A/N: Reader is, at the very least, two inches shorter than Hajime

“Hajime?” you ask as soon as he enters your apartment. The aroma of your favorite taqueria fills the small space while you rummage through the kitchenette. “You wanna tell me why Oikawa texted me to, and I quote, ‘Get our man in check?’”

Iwaizumi laughs, knowing exactly what sparked this reaction in Oikawa.

“I didn’t realize that when I agreed to date you that you were already in a relationship,” you tease as you finish setting the table.

“Shut up,” he replies with a chuckle, making his way through the apartment as though it's his.

“Make me.”

Your smile turns mischievous as he approaches you like a predator hunting its prey. Standing before you, the difference in height is exaggerated as you tilt your head up, maintaining eye contact.

His hand comes to cup your jaw before he leans in, kiss leaving you breathless, grasping at his shirt like he’s the only thing keeping you standing.

You pull back slightly, adoration visible in your eyes. “So? Are you going to tell me what you did to warrant an angry text from Oikawa?”

“OH! Yeah, you’ll never guess who I ran into today!”

“You… ran into someone? From Miyagi?!” you ask incredulously.

“Not just someone. Ushiwaka.” He laughs at your startled expression, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Yeah! His dad is Utsui Takashi. We actually talked after I got the chance to meet him. Before we parted, I took a picture with him and sent it to Oikawa to rub it in.”

“Well… shit.” You glance around the apartment as his words sink in, only for your eyes to settle on the food that’s still waiting. “Oh. Why don’t you go get comfortable and tell me about your day after we eat? I can’t wait to hear all about your day!”

Warmth spreads throughout him at your words, at the domesticity of it all, at the thought that he could do this with you for the rest of his life, at the knowledge that it’s something he wants.

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beelicious-and-fictitious · 1 year

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My Big Shot, My Star

🖤 A Valentine's Day Special 🖤

Summary || [Steve Harrington X Female Reader SMUT] Your movie star boyfriend takes you out for a night on the town in Hollywood.

Movie Star!Steve AU | 5.6k words | NO BETA/SELF-EDITED, Old Hollywood/1950s AU, Valentine’s Day Theme, Prompt: “Day Five + Steve Harrington + Presents,” LuMax, Established Relationship, Lavish Gift Giving, Kisses, Loss of Virginity, Steve Is Barely Experienced, Premarital Sex (GASP), Tender and Outdoor Sex, Contraceptive, Fingering (female receiving).

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You helped Max Mayfield with the rouge on her cheeks and her lips as the time to leave was overshot by a minute. You had both gasped when a black limousine had showed up at your hotel doorstep that morning, and a well-dressed man had informed you that Steve– your Steve– had sent it to bring you to him. Of course you climbed into the back seat and let Max explore with a giddy expression as she pocketed a few of the decadent treats loaded up in the car.

"So you really are dating a famous movie star, aren't you?," she teased.

"Well, I…" you stuttered and tugged on your ear nervously.

You knew Steve before he moved to Los Angeles with his parents. The Harringtons were always well off, but ever since Steve began appearing in films alongside the likes of Clark Gable and Humphrey Bogart, you and the rest of Hawkins had believed that they were swimming in luxury. Steve had always made it sound more humble than that when he talked about it on the phone, but you were beginning to wonder if that was entirely accurate.

The drive was long but comfortable and you were excited to see Steve in the flesh at long last. Your family had been skeptical about allowing you to travel so far away (and for a boy), but you managed to convince them that it was safe and that Max would need a chaperone with her own boyfriend Lucas Sinclair (who is in California for the year to be mentored by Steve for basketball tryouts).

But you had no intention of spending Valentine's Day babysitting a pair of young teens when you could be with your Steve, alone for the first time since he visited (last year!). Max had eagerly assured you that she could handle herself and Lucas in Hollywood with only Steve’s hired man as chaperone and promised to check back into the hotel before dark.

Excitement bubbled in your stomach as the limousine parked outside of a beautiful gated home. There was a gorgeous Lincoln Continental waiting outside as well with the man of the hour sat on the car hood and waiting for you. You threw your arms around his neck and squealed, so glad finally even to smell his natural musk that you missed so dearly.

"Oh, Steve!"

His arms crushed you to his chest and your feet stopped touching the ground for a second. Your skirt swirled as he spun around with you, careful to set you down gently before kissing the breath out of you. When your lips parted, Steve stared down at you with a goofy smile and warmth in his eyes.

“Not a single day has gone by where I didn’t wish you were in my arms again.” Steve’s words stole all the air out of your lungs for the second time.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you said as you fought back tears. “Please don’t make me cry, my mascara...”

Steve laughed and swept you into another hug, distracting you from your feelings by chattering away about a new movie that he's filming for (something about baseball). When he was sure you weren't going to burst into tears anymore, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“Did you like your gifts?”

Steve flicked one of your earrings, and you took your own hand to touch the matching necklace at your throat.

“Yes, I did. Thank you,” you replied sheepishly. “You don’t have to spend all that money on me, though, surely...”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Steve scoffed and waved a hand as if clearing the air. “Don’t worry about my pockets! I won’t say how much it cost but know this: I may be a man of means but I also have a sense for modesty. Isn’t that what you love about me?” He waited for you to chuckle before he said, “besides, I like spoiling you. You’re supposed to let me do that on the holiday!”

You relented easily and delivered more kisses to his handsome nose. Steve ushered you into the car for a late lunch or early dinner in town. The sun was still about an hour from setting, but the Hollywood strip dazzled you. Well dressed men and women walked in beautiful clothes in the warmish weather and every business was fancy and upbeat, even the streets were paved gorgeously and became a vision!

Steve took you into a nice diner (through the front doors, no less) and immediately you were seated by a host. A booth with vinyl seats and carved mahogany accents. You looked around nervously but most of the patrons seemed to be wrapped up in their own conversations and food tasting.

“Relax,” Steve soothed you with a thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “You’re safe with me, okay? Nobody is going to bother us.”

You ordered your food together and tried to catch-up on the past. There were things about Hawkins that you just couldn’t talk about over the phone and it was great to be able to share things with him in person. Steve asked about the other kids in Hawkins, and you told him that Mike, El, Will, and Dustin were loving Hawkins high and had been taken under the wing of a friendly outcast named Eddie Munson. Steve in turn told you a bit more about the parties he got invited to– you thought he might have down played some of the antics that the Hollywood people would get tangled in– but he also admitted he had a much better time making friends with an ice cream slinger named Robin Buckley, rather than the Hollywood Star’s wealthy children.

The food was delicious and filled your belly to bursting. You were laughing as he told you about how clumsy but brilliant Robin could be when suddenly Steve looked over your shoulder and his face went flat with shock.

“What is it?” You turned around and saw a large man approaching your table. There was some commotion behind him– a crowd of people, lights flashing, questions being shouted. Steve slumped back in his seat and looked like he wanted to disappear.

“M-Mr. Mannix,” he stuttered, then stood abruptly to shake the man’s hand. “Sweetheart, this is-is one of my bosses, Eddie Mannix.”

Mr. Mannix glances at you with a stoic face. He’s well dressed like most everybody else in Hollywood. Tailored suit and matching hat but he doesn’t look like a star, he looks like a working man, a man who gets shit done and who nobody messes with.

“Ma’am,” he tipped his hat almost as a second thought, then turned back to Steve. Mannix was so tall and broad that he blocked all of the natural light coming from the big windows at the front of the diner and cast a shadow over your beau. “Never seen you taking a girl out, Harrington. Wasn’t sure you were the type.”

Steve subtly wiped his palms on his pants. “This is my girlfriend, sir. Of quite a few years, actually, sh-she’s visiting from my hometown for Valentine’s day.”

Mannix made a surprised noise and returned his gaze to you. It wasn’t friendly, per say, but it wasn’t reproachful either. “Well if you don’t want to be in the papers tomorrow, I suggest you both slip out back. There’s vultures here for a 'candid' interview of another young couple, and I can’t have you take up all the spectacle, you understand.”

Your blood ran cold as you realized he must have meant paparazzi. It was an aspect of Steve’s life that he didn’t talk about much, but he did seem to hate. What counted for news around these parts could sometimes be more akin to gossip and rumors, and you wanted no part of that, not at all.

Steve’s face grew serious– he must have thought the same as you– but before he could try to flag down a host, Mannix stopped him.

“I’ve already paid your bill. Left a generous tip, too,” Mannix winked and gestured with his chin towards the door. “Go on, lovebirds, get outta here.”

Steve thanked him breathlessly and took your hand to help you up. Mannix positioned himself like a shield, protecting you from the photographers until you were ready to dip and even dumping his hat on Steve’s head with a firm ‘I’ll be wanting that back,” as he did. Steve threw his arm around you firmly and rushed out, not slowing down until you were far enough from the diner to break free of the hustle. The sun set and painted the sky as the darkness of night crept in from the opposite horizon and washed you both in warm shadow.

“That was close. I’m so sorry, doll,” Steve simpered and pulled your face towards his to kiss your forehead. “Mr. Mannix isn’t a bad guy, really, he’s just not a people person.”

Perhaps not, but he had saved you both. “I’ll be sure to thank him before I leave. I mean, I love being yours, Steve, but the way those tabloids talk about girls… even the prettiest ones…”

“I know,” he petted your back, and Mannix’s hat flopped down at an angle, almost obscuring his pretty eyes. “Let’s get you in the car, okay? I’ve got a few more things to show you.”

As you walked, you heard Steve muttering determinedly to himself. “Someday, things are going to be different. And you and I will never have to be afraid of hateful, ignorant people ever again.”

…

The heater in the car worked wonders for your chilly hands and you lamented not bringing a sturdy coat with you. Of course Steve loaned you his and discreetly left Mannix’s hat on the dashboard.

“Why’d he do that anyways?,” Steve griped, trying to fix his eternally perfect hair.

“Because with that do, they’d notice you in a dark room,” you laughed. His hair was too iconic, it had made headlines for months after just a small role as an extra in a film. Girls across the country swooned at the sight of him, even though it was longer than respectable men wore it, and that fact had launched the career his parents had so desperately sought for him to have.

“I suppose.” Steve stopped the car at the foot of a hill that made you gasp. “Yeah, the Hollywood sign. It’s impressive to look for the first time, I guess, but there’s more I want to show you. You wear those kitten heels like I told you?”

You gave him the stink eye. “You know I did, you’ve been looking at my legs all afternoon!”

Steve tilted his head and gave you a conspiratorial wink. “Well I can do far more than just look, if you want me to.”

The last thing you were expecting to do on Valentine’s day was hike up a steep hill, but it was worth it when you saw Steve also grabbed a picnic basket from the trunk. He finally let you stop beneath the letter D of the sign and began to unroll a blanket. The area here was flat and bare of the desert brush, almost like he had scoped it out or made it himself. It gave you a perfect view of the sun setting and the lights of the city coming on like their own earthbound stars (and less of a chance of being spotted from below by passersby or vagrants or the heat).

“Oh, Steve,” you gasped and covered your mouth in awe at the sight of the city. “It’s beautiful…”

Music filled the air from a portable radio. Steve came up behind you and held you close, watching the horizon himself and swaying gently. He lulled you to the point of dreaminess and kissed your neck until you were weak for him.

“Are you having a good time, doll?,” he whispered in your ear and made you shiver.

“Yes,” you whispered back. “Can we stay like this forever?”

“Not forever, dear,” Steve replied wistfully, then spun you around and danced with you gently. “But we can come back and do it over and over again.”

…

Lying on the blanket, you didn’t need the jacket or your sweater because Steve’s body heat was enough to warm you. You laid across his chest and watched the stars glitter from miles above and imagined a world where you were both old and simple-living folk, married and lying beneath the constellations of home in Hawkins. Maybe when Steve retired from the moving pictures, he would bring you back to Hawkins and you could raise a family there. Together.

“Darling?” Steve’s voice rumbled beneath your ear, his tie discarded and shirt buttoned down scandalously.

“Yes?” You lifted your head to look down at him with his hair splayed like a halo.

“I love you,” Steve said reverently. “I… need you to know that there’s no funny business going on with me when you’re not around. I don’t party with those socialites anymore, and Robin really is just a good friend. I want you to know I would never do something that would break your heart because my own belongs to you and you alone, okay?”

Your face stung for a moment and you couldn’t meet his eyes. You drew circles over the button keeping his shirt from opening further. “Well it sounds like you probably already know I was worried about it. But seeing you today? Well… now I'm certain more than ever before that you do have eyes only for me.”

“That’s exactly right,” he exclaimed, and pulled you into a deep kiss that made you light headed. “Eyes for only you, my love. No one could ever captivate me the way you do– understand me and love me the way that you do. This year has been so hard for me because I couldn’t be with you. I would give up everything if you asked me, doll, just say the words.”

You buried your face against his chest where the hair there tickled your chin and soaked up some of the tears from your wet lashes. “I won’t go that far, Steve. But what I will do, is love you with all I have like you do for me. I trust you to be loyal and honest for me, dear, and I… I know you’ll do right by me.”

Steve rolled you onto your back and kissed you soundly, trailing his lips over your eyes and down your throat until he was pulling the neckline of your dress aside and sucking on the skin there. You tilted your head further and further back and lost yourself in him, feeling heat gather in your face and deep in your gut as his hands explored other parts of your body like a man starved.

“Is this alright?” Steve’s hand smoothed up your bodice, gentle pressure brushing over your clothed breast and making you gasp.

You nodded and he continued, kissing over them and drawing his hand down. Self consciously, you gathered your skirt into your hands and pulled it higher. The cool twilight air breezed over your thighs and Steve’s wandering hand found purchase there, massaging you where no one, not even him or yourself, had ever dared touch you before.

You were left panting beneath his ministrations, wanting more as your awareness of the world around you shrunk until just the two of you remained. Carefully, Steve laid on top of you, his hips spreading your thighs apart naturally and fitting like he was always meant to be there. As he kissed your lips, you kissed him back fervently and did your own exploring. You unbuttoned his shirt further and felt over the expanse of smooth, freckled skin and the sparse hair on his chest.

When he rolled his hips into yours, you felt something pressing into your body that made you mewl.

Steve lifted his head so you couldn’t reach him and proposed a new query. “I have a condom in the basket... do you want to…?”

Your heart pounded hard in your chest. "Yes."

Steve didn't know he was holding his breath until he heard your answer. Back in Hawkins, the boy was happy to wait until you were ready, especially given his first time had been with Nancy Wheeler who for one reason or another had not been eager to do it again. He wanted to do it right with you. Make your toes curl and beg him for more.

He got up just to grab it and gave you room to breathe (in case you changed your mind). “Oh, I also have wine in here. Some cheese and bread if you want.”

“I’m good,” you patted your stomach, “that dinner was exquisite.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Steve came back and returned to his position, laying the wrapped rubber next to your head. “For later, just want to kiss you a little longer…”

You quickly lost yourself in his attention. His shirt became untucked and the zipper on the back of your dress lowered but it was not drawn down completely. His taste and his smell became indistinguishable from your own, and after a moment, you felt his hand return up the skirt of your dress, under your slip, and your knees pushed further apart until his calloused fingertips brush over your belly just above the waistband of your panties.

Nervousness trembled in your chest as he drew the cotton panties down your legs, but Steve never took his eyes off your face and he covered your nudity with his own warm body as soon as they were free. Your hand followed his with a light touch on the wrist as he averted his eyes just before finally touching your bare womanhood.

The contact was entirely expected and yet you jerked in surprise anyways. He checked your face for assurance and did it again, testing the waters and making sure you were enjoying it. The contact made your mind race with your heart and your sex ache and it was all so exciting, especially when you sighed pleasantly and a triumphant smirk appeared on his face.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” you replied in a voice so dark and different from your natural one that it startled you. “Yes, Steve, yes.”

Steve shushed you and resumed his passionate kisses along your neck. His cool fingers collected slick and massaged your womanhood until they matched in temperature, and then he–

You moaned and threw your head back, instinctively trying to close your legs but unable to with the grown man laying between them. The intrusion of his finger inside you was beyond strange, but after a moment of stillness and placating kisses to your face, you relaxed around it and could almost forget it was there. When he began to move it, penetrating you back and forth and back again, you acclimated to the sensation rather quickly. At the second finger, you winced.

“Are you okay?” He whispered in your ear.

You hummed back and felt slightly embarrassed when you realized where the unusual squelching noise was coming from. “Is… is that, me?!”

Steve chuckled, “it is. Don’t be embarrassed, doll, it means you like me. It means I’m doing a good job, and your body is preparing for me.”

Preparing for what? And then you remember the condom on the blanket waiting to be used and the bulge in his pants that hadn’t gone away, just pressed into and sometimes rutting against your inner thigh. You wrapped your arms around Steve’s neck for comfort. The new touching was good, but would the pleasure last? Would it really hurt?

“Steve?” You must have sounded scared because he stopped all movement and looked deep into your eyes, searching. “...I’m ready. I want you. Please.”

Steve’s eyelids grew heavy, and he slipped his fingers out of your channel to sit himself up and take the condom. For a moment, you hesitated on what to do but decided that watching the stars was mundane now. You sat up on your elbows and watched him work, unsure if you would make him uncomfortable seeing as how he would need to take his clothes somewhat off. You closed your legs and rubbed them together to gather warmth and feel pleasure return at the apex of your thighs, as if you were strumming your own instrument.

Your boyfriend worked quickly and carefully. If he was bothered when you bit your lip and stared at the sight of his manhood, he didn’t show it. He just stroked his hand over his shaft and rolled the condom down, sheathing it in an opaque plastic or latex. Then he helped you part your legs again and repositioned himself at your entrance.

“Are you sure, baby?,” he said even as his desire was clear as day, “we can stop now if you want.”

You shook your head no and braced yourself. You did not want to stop. You followed his instructions, breathing and relaxing and tapping his shoulder when you needed him to pause. And then his warm hips were pressed flush into yours and his grunting turned into a relieved sigh.

“Is that it? Er, is that all of it?” Your face flushed hot at your own words and Steve pecked a kiss to your lips.

“That’s the whole thing, yeah,” he replied. And then his started moving, thrusting shallowly into you and you watched his face go slack with an occasional tick and grunt. “Oh, sweetheart, fuck– I’m sorry I don’t mean to cuss, but– fuck, you feel so good…”

That warmth in your lower belly was beginning to coil. It was good, it felt good and making Steve feel good felt good to you, too. You had never seen this side of him, only caught glimpses of it when you would make-out in secret at the drive-in theater back home. He was making noises you had never heard him make before– he was making you make noises you had never made before! And as he moved faster, he also moved a little harder, but not to hurt you, it was good and he was deeper somehow, and the mound above his shaft was massaging some part of you that made the coil tighten faster and harder like his thrusts until–

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–” Steve’s head dropped to your shoulder and he stopped moving all together. The tightening coil which had felt about ready to snap instead eased back some, leaving you tingly and pulsing with the beat of your heart.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “What happened?”

Steve’s body went slack and he lifted his head, now sporting a drunken and sated look on his face. “I finished,” he said with a lazy smile.

“Oh.” That was sex. And you had finally had it with the love of your life, no less. It was a lot of fun! Being tangled with each other, sharing pleasure like one being, giving and receiving the most coveted form of love. You should be happy and satisifed too... but the twinge of disappointment that blossomed in your chest… well it confounded you.

“What’s wrong?,” Steve asked.

He had already fixed your clothes back into place and bundled you in his jacket to keep you warm before fixing his own clothes. You didn’t see what he did with the condom but you have a suspicion that it was simply flung somewhere on the empyy hill side. And he looked really sad right now, like a puppy left outside just as storm clouds gather overhead.

“Nothing,” you answered enthusiastically, “it was perfect, you were perfect! I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my entire life. I can see what all the fuss was about!” Your laughter was a little hollow and you could tell that Steve was not totally convinced, even if he was playing along. “We should get back. I want to make sure Max and Lucas are safe. You can stay the night with us girls if you want, there’s two beds.”

Steve nodded his head distractedly and began to pick things up and packed them back into the picnic basket as neatly as he could. “Actually, I was thinking the same thing, except for you and Max to stay with me.”

…

Steve drove to the hotel and collected the kids. Lucas and Max were so quiet in the backseat that you kept glancing at them through the mirrors to check on them, but they didn’t look like they had been fighting, they were just lounging sleepily with their hands folded together on the cushion between them. A part of you worried momentarily that they might have gotten up to the same adult antics as yourself and Steve, but then you dismissed it and returned your attention to massaging Steve’s right hand. If they had or they hadn’t, it wasn’t for you to know.

“Oh,” Steve said as you all walked together towards his home-- a certifiable mansion-- and he tapped his forehead as if to sell that whatever thought he had just had was genuinely forgotten. “I do have one more surprise for you! All of you.”

He steered everyone around the side of the house through a beautiful garden.

“What it is,” Max asked, but before any answer could be given, Lucas looked through a large, picturesque window and another equally big window out to the backyard, and screamed.

“HOLY SHIT! WILL! MIKE! EL! DUSTIN!”

The boy bounded away like a track star to the swimming pool, where four excessively happy kids were cheering and smacking the ground noisily with pool noodles. Lucas tackled a screaming Dustin into the pool, and Max broke away excitedly to meet El for a wet hug. Mike hopped into the pool to join in the fun, and Will hugged Max too before inviting her inside to get a swimsuit.

Stunned, you blinked a hundred times to see if you were dreaming. “Steve, I can't believe you did this!”

You tore your eyes away from the happy reunion to find your boyfriend pridefully stuffing his hands in his pockets and shrugging with faux humility. “No big deal. I missed them myself, the little rats. They almost got themselves caught when you were being dropped off earlier for our dinner date! Would have been a bummer to ruin the surprise so soon...”

The kids were unbelievably rowdy, but you paid them no more mind as you pulled your boyfriend into a thankful kiss. Steve quickly steered you inside, but not for a bathing suit like the kids had for Max (Lucas had already ruined his nice clothes and decided he needed none). Steve assured you his parents were out of the country and the house was so big that the kids would get lost before they found the two of you. And he showed you to his roomy bedroom with the forgotten bottle of wine from the picnic basket and some crystal glasses.

“I couldn’t imagine a better Valentine’s day,” you marveled. “Or a better Valentine, at that.”

Steve blushed and kneeled to help you out of your shoes. “Just wanted to give some love back.”

He discreetly pushed up your mid-calf length skirt and planted a kiss on your knee. “I know that maybe it’s a little soon but… I’ve been dying to see what you look like out of your clothes.”

You couldn’t fathom why you felt so scandalized by this– he was just inside of you not half an hour ago! But the more you thought about it, the more you became determined to indulge in desires of your own.

“You first,” you declared and swirled the wine in your glass.

Taking it as a challenge, Steve stood and began with slow and deliberate movements, undoing his pants without taking his eyes off of you. You watched him, enraptured. This time, his shirt came all the way off and landed on the carpet. He helped you stand by the hand and set your emptied glass aside, then slid your sweater down your shoulders. His lips returning to your neck was becoming a familiar feeling yet it never failed to leave your skin tingling.

You turned around and brushed your hair aside to offer up the zipper, feeling the dress loosen quickly, and you choked briefly as you felt your brazier loosening, too. You allowed both materials to slide down your arms and shivered over every tiny touch of Steve’s hands and his sweet smelling breath on your back.

He tugged on your hips until your body was flush against him. “So beautiful…”

You removed yourself from his grasp and slipped out of your underwear. You laid yourself on his bed half beneath the covers, feeling exposed but powerful and safe with him watching. As Steve was taking off his pants (all the way now), you grew bold and reached between your legs to see if you could find that spot that he had unconsciously stimulated earlier that created that coiling feeling in your belly and your legs and in between.

You found it quickly and began to massage it more. You discovered that circular motions provided the best stimulation as your pleasure began to build anew.

Steve divested himself of the last of his clothes and climbed into bed with you, looking mischievous. “What are you playing with down there?”

You flushed hot and bit the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to say, so opting to say nothing at all.

“Come on, let me see..” he pulled the covers back and looked down.

His mouth hung agape as he saw you were actually touching your most intimate area. He scooted in closer to you and laid a curious hand on your thigh, waiting for permission. “May I?”

You moved your own toying hand a little and sighed pleasantly as he took over, copying your motions exactly and applying some pressure as well. He was working you up faster than before and he loved the way you were falling apart for him, getting more comfortable with intimacy and letting him know just how good he was making you feel.

Steve covered your mouth with his own and swallowed a few of your moans. He stuffed his fingers inside you like before and pumped them, nipping your bottom lip as you dug your nails into his arm.

“Please don’t stop, Steve…”

Moonlight glinted off of the pool and danced in waves upon the ceiling as your moans climbed higher in pitch. But you felt a plateau forming and your disappointment came back full force as after a few minutes, Steve seemed to be slowing down. You just knew you needed one more thing to get you... somewhere, and then you realized suddenly that when he had changed the position of his hand, he had also stopped playing with that special spot.

“Steve, Steve.” You looked desperate and tried very hard to convey what you needed, as you were unable to speak coherently. And sweet, clever Steve caught on to your meaning, and without stopping the deep thrust of his fingers, he used his thumb to make those circles on that spot again as best he could. It was enough and you feel that tight coil snap.

You let out a gasping scream as your whole body convulsed and twitched rhythmically. Your legs snapped closed and trapped Steve’s hand between your thighs, and you writhed with pitiful and lewd noises until your soul returned to your body and left you completely drained. Steve stared at you for a long time until he gently eased his soaked fingers out and let you rest more comfortably.

It took him several minutes to collect himself while you were falling asleep beside him. Finally, he muttered, “so that’s what’s supposed to happen… hmph, well that's news to me...”

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Rindou x f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Cheating (B/N), Flirting, & Drinking (Beer)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: B/N means "Boyfriend's name" so yall can name him whatever you like <3

Your boyfriend told you that he and the boys were going out tonight and he told you it was gonna be at his friend’s house. You paid it no mind and thought that he needed time for his friends too.

You laid down on the bed, lazily scrolling through your phone. Then you get a notification. It was from Rin. Your old college best friend. Or ex crush, should I say? Well, it’s not like you confessed to him but soon enough, you gladly found a guy at the same college the both of you go to and found interest in him. Which is your current boyfriend. So thankfully, you got rid of your feelings for Rindou. After graduating, you both still had each other’s numbers and socials so Rin was aware that you now had a boyfriend and you were aware that he was now a DJ. But of course, you both eventually grew apart.

You were shocked to see that Rin had texted you after years. You opened his message and it read, “This your boyfriend?” and below was a picture. What the fuck did he just send???? “Is this a joke Rindou?” you replied to his message. “It’s real real fyi.” He argued back, sending a video of your boyfriend dancing with a girl. “It’d be nicer if you went here and surprised him too, yeah?” He replied sending you the location of the club they were in.

You were still shocked, hand covering your mouth, processing things. You took a deep breath and asked yourself what to do next. Maybe Rin’s suggestion wasn’t bad. You immediately jumped out of the bed after planning what to do. You walked towards your closet and looked for the dress that your boyfriend had told you to throw away because it was too appealing and that other boys would look at you. Yet you never threw it because it’d be a waste for such a lovely dress.

Once you found the dress, you changed into it. A crimson red dress that perfectly fits your body. Oh how appealing you actually looked in that dress. You now understood why your boyfriend didn’t want you to wear that. You look fucking hot, that’s why.

After admiring yourself in the mirror, you went outside your bedroom, took your car keys, and drove your way to the club. You assumed the drive would take half an hour so you could only hope that when you get there, they would still be present.

As each minute of driving goes by, you grew impatient, still annoyed by the thought that he’d cheat just like that. You aggressively tapped your fingers against the steering wheel. Then you sighed in relief when you finally saw the club. It was full of lights and it sure was lively.

You parked your car and went out. Gracefully walking towards the entrance and opened the door. The club was surprisingly big and it was blasting bright lights. Not to mention, it was all so crowded too. You looked around the crowd, looking for your boyfriend or Rindou at the very least.

Without you knowing, Rindou was at the DJ booth. He was in charge of the club and is the DJ. When he spotted you, even from afar and even in hundreds of crowds, he left the music at default just to go towards you.

While you were still lost, looking around, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned to see who it was. It was Rindou. He was running out of breath, “Come with me,” he spoke and then sprinted as fast as he could to bring you over to the DJ booth so you could have more space and be more comfortable andfind your boyfriend. While you were both running for your lives, and while people looked at you both, leaving them curious, you asked Rindou, “Rin??? You’re running too fas-“ he cut you off, “Look, just shut up and follow, okay?” a smile appeared on his face. You could tell he slowed down a bit though. Slowly walking on the three-step stairs, Rindou kept pulling you until you both arrived in the middle of the DJ booth. You confusingly looked at the crowd, processing what just happened.

Then you remembered, you were supposed to find your boyfriend but the crowd yelled “Ooooo~” in a teasing way. Which made you distracted, in question as to what they were oooo-ing at. Suddenly, Rindou spoke using the mic, “Shut up guys,” he chuckled. Voice raspy due to all the running through the crowd that you both did. You almost blushed at his voice which is now a bit lower than it used to be. Perhaps you actually still have a teeny itsy-bitsy crush on him? You shook your head no and started to look around the crowd for your boyfriend.

A few minutes passed by, while you were looking for your boyfriend, Rindou kept the crowd entertained with his DJ skills sometimes taking a glance at you to check if you were alright. He tried to focus in DJing but took a good glance at the crowd to help you. When he spotted your boyfriend, he quickly moved your way and whispered to your ear in a low voice, “Over there,” making you flinch a little. You took a glance where Rindou pointed his finger at. Fucking hell. He was still there with the girl. Rindou got back to DJing as soon as you spotted your boyfriend. Then, an idea popped into Rindou’s head. He casually grabbed the mic and handed it over to you while he dropped the beats. A smirk appearing on his face, you got the idea of what he wanted you to do. You grabbed the mic and laughed a bit, too excited as to how your boyfriend’s reaction would be. The whole crowd got confused, “You motherfucking bitch, b/n!!!” you yelled. Then the crowd hyped you up as you point your finger towards your boyfriend and the girl he was clearly flirting with. Then the people surrounding your boyfriend started booing them. This was going in every way you wanted it to go. And boy, were you grateful for Rindou for helping you with all this.

You could care less about your boyfriend’s reaction now. You grabbed the beer on the table, near the DJ booth, which you assume is supposed to be Rin’s but he had tons so you chugged a whole bottle up. Rindou’s eyes widened a bit when you chugged the beer down your throat. “Woah there darling. Slow down, will ya?” he spoke in a way that only you two could hear. “If this isn’t the best night of my life, then I don’t know what is.” You told him, leaning on the DJ booth backwards, making the crowd see your back. Slowly, the booze started to affect you. Making you a bit tipsy. Rindou smirked. Another idea popping into his head.

He once again left the music by default and making the lights turn low disabling to see you two. He went in front of you and pinned you down. “Fuck y/n. You drive me crazy,” he spoke, sliding one of his legs in between yours, slowly putting pressure on it. You looked at him as your eyes were getting a bit droopy. “Mmm? Rin? Is it just me or did it get darker?” you innocently asked. He couldn’t help but break character and laugh at your silly reaction. You put your arms around his neck and lean your head on his shoulder, softly inhaling his scent. You were definitely drunk now. Suddenly, you spoke in a slurry way, “I’ve always liked you since college, Rin but I didn’t tell you becausssseee…” you stopped speaking, clearly blacked out. Rindou tried to be as calm as he could, until you started hiccupping. He softly laughed and put you down on a chair nearby his DJ booth. Suddenly, his pride is higher than his brother’s now. He went back to DJing, put the lights back on to normal and kept glancing at you from time to time to make sure you were safe.

Goddamn, your dress definitely affected him. So did your beauty and your personality and god he could name hundreds of things he loves about you.

Oh how ready and excited he was to face you tomorrow and wife you up.

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faggotry-fandom-fanfic · 6 months

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more sherlock x male reader pls!!!!! maybe sleep deprived reader or solving cases together

Hii!! I've already been planning another Sherlock fic, so this request was extra motivation!! I thought I'd be able to write and edit it before Monday, but sadly, I'm currently dying from stomach ache, so it'll take longer than I thought TwT

But I got a rough idea of what I'll eventually post!!

My favourite Sherlock x Reader fics are ones where the reader gets to be a part of solving mysteries! So I'm slowly writing Sherlock x masc!artist!reader where the reader would be vital to solving the case. Here's the summary that I wrote down in my notes:

Sherlock got a new case but has been stuck for days due to his limited knowledge of the local community of artists. In search of answers, he turns to the Baker Street Irregulars. After a while, they led him to a fascinating young artist who's not opposed to helping Sherlock and opens the doors to his bohemian circles.

I'm not certain what kind of artist the reader should be. I'm torn between making him a painter or maybe a writer. So, if you're interested in the fic, please let me know what kind of an artist reader should be!

I also have a very early concept of a cute fic with a poly relationship between John, Sherlock and the reader, where John takes care of his sleep-deprived boyfriends :3

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h2llish · 3 months

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did you write the garden boy fic 👉👈 if so can i worship you

EIEBNSKBSJ DO YOU MEAN THE LEONA FIC???? STOP HOW DO YOU REPLY TO SO SOMETHING KIKE THIS IM CRYING YOURE SK SWEET <33

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Companionship (Diarmuid) -Request-

anon:

"HI CAN I BUG U FOR A FLUFFY DIARMUID REQUEST 😳 like... clingy master who isnt clingy cuz of mole but clingy cuz ....... they clingy... and bonus if theyre like besties with him and do everything witu him cuz like... besties... SORRY IF THIS IS VAGUE OR WEIRD ADHSJDIDHD"

It is not weird! It is incredibly adorable! And some nice wholesome stuff before I dive back into my filth :')

Warnings: none

Tags: Friendship, fluff, Diarmuid is a good man,

Diarmuid is wary at first, when you grab his hand and smile. Dragging him along whatever adventure you had planned for the day. The Lancer worries, he worries for you. It wouldn't be the first time that a Master fell under his spell.

The thoughts and worry plaguing his mind as you lean against him, resting your head against his arm before you peacefully doze off.

He worries.

The worry that your affections only stem from a curse rather than what you truly feel towards him.

Yet as more time passed it became clear to the Lancer it was just who you are. A sweet and affectionate Master who would hold hands and hug even the most dangerous servants.

So Diarmuid eases into it, the feeling of familiarity and comfort.

It really took effort. Not to steel his nerves every time you touched him so liberally and freely. To ignore the feeling of distress and panic and to lean into that small warm feeling in his chest.

You notice it.

It starts slowly, from stiff and polite reactions in the beginning to a moment when Diarmuid's hand grips yours first. Gently intertwining your fingers, as you both walk next to each other.

And one day you see it.

It is one of the more boring days and you are awake at the crack of dawn for change. You felt a bit annoyed that sleep decided to allude you, but that annoyance soon fades away as you see a familiar figure strolling through the hallway.

With a skip in your step, you easily catch up to the Lancer and slide your arm around his waist in a side-way hug. Diarmuid chuckles and slows his pace so you can match it more easily, it is a little gesture but you are grateful for it nonetheless.

You cast your gaze upwards and there you see it, how Diarmuid lips quirk upwards in an easy smile while he catches your gaze with his own. The corners of his eyes crinkling in mirth as his smile truly reaches his eyes.

You feel warm.

"Good morning, Master"

Diarmuid voice is a soft drawl, his arm moving around your shoulder to lock you against him as you fall into step with him.

It really is a good morning today.

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green-agent · 20 days

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Fate?

BREWING LOVE NEXT DOOR (masterlist) chapter 2

Jung Wooyoung x neighbor!oc (Yujin)

Genre: fluff, crack, barista au, uni au, neighbors au

warning: slight Seongjoong? Yujin thinks Seonghwa is mother, frat party but labelled as Thanksgiving party, let me know if I missed something.

word count: 1k

note: I'm sorry for all the pov shifts and scene changes 😞 but hey, Chapter 2 is here. The story's just starting!

Nobody's POV

7:30

Yujin was late, not only for her classes but also for the new club she had applied to in University.

Today, the president of the club wanted to introduce the freshmen to the older students. And as a fellow freshman, Yujin was supposed to be early. Something that she most definitely wasn't.

Grabbing her things, she ran out the door. Bag in one hand, she carefully locked the door as she clumsily put her shoes on.

As she sat down in the room, she couldn't help but bite the inside of her cheeks, a habit she had. Right then, A slightly shorter boy, probably a University Junior, spoke up.

“Hello, our fellow university classmates and juniors, I'm Kim Hongjoong, the president of this club. I hope you guys will have a good time here…”

His hair was two toned, half black half white. Pretty cool.

He spoke more about himself and the club, also introducing the new ones to the vice president, Park Seonghwa. Another gorgeous man. Yujin had to resist the urge to say ‘mommy?’ Cus' he felt so…mother

But as Hongjoong carried on about the club, Yujin's eyes caught a beautiful sight. The beautiful sight was sitting across the room.

The barista from the cafe…he was chatting with a guy. Blond haired guy, to be exact…his hair looked like the boy the barista joked with, maybe he was the same person?

Yet, Yujin was regretting the fact that she didn't take a good glance at his name tag. What was his name!?

“Thank you!”

Yujin's new cheerful downstairs neighbor, Shin Ryujin, beamed at her.

When Yujin was about to go upstairs, she noticed that Ryujin was having trouble with putting some boxes up the stairs, so she decided to help. Plus, She hadn't met all of her new neighbors yet, but Ryujin was definitely a good one.

As the two girls were talking, Yujin saw a figure walk up the stairs. No way…

“What happened?”

Ryujin asked, confused as to why Yujin suddenly stopped talking.

Hearing her, Yujin came out of her little confusion. She turned to Ryujin and asked,

“The guy who just walked up, who was he?”

“Oh that? That's Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung. Why? Did you get a crush on him?”, Ryujin teased.

“...no, I just saw him at the cafe, Refresh and Recharge. Then I also saw him at uni today, in my club meeting. I was just wondering…”

Yujin drifted off, well, only the first word was a lie.

Ryujin nodded, “hmm, yeah. He is a Barista at the cafe. He's also your neighbor”

“huh!?” Yeojin kinda whisper-yelled.

Confused, Ryujin mumbled, playing with her own fingers, “did you not know that or something…”

Yujin's POV

As I sat on my bed, I just did a quick review of everything I found out.

The boy I had a teeny tiny smol little crush on…is not only my clubmate and uni senior…but also my fucking neighbor!? Like a literal next door neighbor.

That's a lot to take in. Should I talk with him? I mean, he's only a doorbell away…

But then again, what would I talk to him about? That hey, bro. Nice to meet you, I think I got a crush on you cuz you're gorgeous. Please don't think I'm weird.

Yeah, he'd definitely think I'm weird. And his gorgeous face tells me he probably already has a girlfriend.

What if it's the other female barista in Refresh and Recharge Cafe? I mean, she was pretty, sounded polite. She seemed very lovable.

But hey! We improved a little bit. I now know his name. Jung Wooyoung, it's cute, if you ask me. Wooyoung.

Nobody's POV

And like that, Yujin spent a whole month going to Refresh and Recharge, trying to focus on her studies. She had to agree, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were a great duo, just one thing, they argued like an old married couple. A sophomore told Yujin that they were a very ‘parents’ typa friends.

She spent a lot of time in the evening, trying to figure out if she should ring her next door neighbor's bell or not.

She always got rejected by her own brain with things like ‘he probably worked very hard today, you should let him rest’ and ‘he’s also a student, he might be studying’.

It wasn't until November.

As her doorbell rang, she quickly fixed her clothes before opening the door. It was another fellow neighbor of hers, Karina.

“Hey Yujin! I wanted to invite you to the Thanksgiving party in my apartment. All of our neighbors are coming so I'd be glad if you came too.” Karina happily suggested.

Yujin had never been to this type of Thanksgiving party yet, so she accepted happily.

“Yeah, I'd love to”

Nobody's POV

I'd love to, my ass.

Now while she actually sat at the party, she realized she had nothing to do.

A cup of orange juice was in her hand as she stared mindlessly at the wall. Randomly playing with her own fingers once in a while.

Even Ryujin was having a fun time with her boyfriend.

After coming to the party, Yujin realized that it wasn't actually the typical thanksgiving party, it was nothing like a thanksgiving party. It was more of a typical university frat party.

Everyone was dancing crazily, some random couple making out in the corner. And Yujin could swear she saw someone drink alcohol in the other corner.

So when a hand tapped on her finger, she kinda freaked out, yelling, “WHAT THE FU-”, and then slapping her own hand on her mouth after seeing who it was.

The barista, the really handsome barista. Her university clubmate, and her neighbor…Jung Wooyoung.

Again, the mole under his eye made her choke on air, it was so…attractive.

He gave a little smile as he sat down in the chair in front of her, still maintaining a comfortable distance.

“If I heard the birdies right, you must be Yujin. Am I right?”

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