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HOW TO SURVIVE SENIOR YEAR ☆

ERIC SOHN x reader 𝜗𝜚𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

˗ˏˋ description:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : a chaotic how to guide on surviving high school with an 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 crush on the skater boy with the locker next to urs.

˗ˏˋ genre: ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭: pretty much chaos & fluff !

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚ word count: ɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆: 5.4k+

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚ dt : ɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆: for bar! @sohnric sorry it’s so late ! ! yk, e v e r y t h i n g that’s been going on & i’m sure you don’t mind! merry late c h r i s t m a s i <3 u very much, i tried to incorporate everything for you… i think these prompts definitely reached the right person!! ৎ୭… so for my bar ! ! …..

# FRIDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER 1996

# MORNING! 🌥️

The unbearable series of screeching from the school bell, cued the sound of wheels scraping against the pavement outside. A pair of blue cargo jeans complimenting a classic pair of red jordan’s glued themselves to a skateboard as it began flipping and jumping curbs. The wire of a walkman dangling, the flimsy headphones leaking sounds of a noisy guitar through the hallway of the school.

“Eric Sohn. No skating in the corridor and you’re late to class.” A nerdy-looking hallway monitor approached the skateboard wielding boy, holding out some form of citation for Eric to sign with a wavering hand.

“I’m not signing that.” He laughed, snatching the sheet making sure to crumple it into a tight ball before throwing it behind him. “You didn’t see me. Thank me later.”

The hall monitor, whose name tag read ‘Younghoon’ looked down with eyeballs bulging from his skull at the cigarette in his palm, tears pricking his waterline. Eric continued to skate the corridors to his homeroom, biting into an apple with that jaw of his that had to have been sharpened by the gods-

at least…. that’s what you saw….

Eric was a childhood crush of yours, considering you two lived on the same street growing up and you still vividly remember the heart eyes that pumped from your skull when you watched him play basketball on his driveway from your windowsill every night after school. Everything he did was enchanting, he made the simplest things look hot and his charm was next level too.

As for what Kevin sat next to you was seeing: just some dude burping and blowing it into his friends face afterwards.

In your sick love fantasy, you still thought he was the funniest most angelic man to first stick his feet in the soil of the earth.

“If you wanna survive senior year, you need to stop staring at him like that. it’s gross and it’ll leave you the minute it gets heart eyes for anything else. How many times can we have this conversation?” Kevin laughed and scribbled down, ‘1. NO F**K BOYS (especially Eric Sohn)’ in bright red ink at the top of your page.

“So!” Your homeroom teacher waltzed into the room with a wide grin glowing from cheek to cheek. “The class of 96’ how do you feel?! Your time at this school is almost over! Some of us are setting good examples, sat in our actual chairs and not the table Mr. Sohn?”

You giggled as Eric turned with a sigh, crossing his arms and sinking into his seat, secretly you hoped he would catch eyes with you just for a second and share a smile. However, the boy just put his headphones back on and slammed his head on the wooden desk as if he were to fall asleep.

You looked down at the diary where,

“ 1. NO F**K BOYS ”

had been written so passionately by Kevin and thought, if you’re gonna make senior rules, you should at least make the best high school ‘how to’ guide the world has ever seen.

——

The entire school day, word had gotten about ‘Kyu’s first party of the semester’ renowned for his crazy mansion of a house, and parents that were home a concerningly small amount of the time. Happening tonight, you hadn’t even thought about what you were gonna wear yet, or the fact that Kyu himself was Eric’s bestfriend.

Eric had a rather large friend circle of boys in your year, from Juyeon who was into sports to Jacob who was a bit of a music nerd and closer to Kevin if anything. Despite this, neither you or Kevin had received an invite to Kyu’s house for later that day.

# LUNCHTIME ! 🍛

Filling your metal tray and sitting next to Kevin on the end of one of the empty lunch hall tables, before you you could even begin biting in the panini you’d paid for, it was snatched out of your hand by...

“Sunwoo, that was my sandwich.” You groaned, looking at your empty plate and then back at him with a glare. “Do you not have your own food?”

“This looked nicer than my food, just have it back.” He shrugged dumping the half eaten sandwich back on your plate.

“Oh no it’s all yours.” You smiled sarcastically watching as he smiled and took the sandwich back in one animalistic gulp.

“So sorry about that y/n. Isn’t he just awful? I got you a new one.” Hyunjae, as if the entire scene was staged, sits beside you with his hand smoothly rested on his cheek. He pushed a new sandwich in front of you with a carton of orange juice sat at the top of the tray.

You rolled your eyes before you almost tripped over your comically untied laces (how did both of them end up that way?) You flew backwards only to be caught by Hyunjae, once again returning to his cringey script.

“Falling for me, I see?” He smirked lifting you back to your feet as you sat down to retie your laces that had been undone by someone at some point in time.

“Is this just going to happen every lunchtime?” You cocked an eyebrow with a huff, tying bunny ears in your converse and briefly looking back up to the boy.

“Of course, however each time it just gets more creative.” He smiled confidently, you were unaware that these were romantic gestures since Hyunjae made it seem like one big joke with his extravagant concepts.

“Please make it stop.” You rolled your eyes and tucked into the new sandwich, Kevin laughing to himself. You began to zone out as you noticed Eric from across the canteen, sat on the table skateboard propped up and talking to his friends. He looked at you momentarily with a smile before you were interrupted by Hyunjae waving his hand in front of your face.

“Are you guys coming to kyu’s?” Hyunjae asked, biting into his own.

“No. We’re not cool enough.” Kevin began to fake cry, wiping invisible tears and squealing in a high pitched whine.

“He said anyone can come, of course you guys are invited. When has he ever asked anyone?” Sunwoo added punching Kevin the back lightly and taking a seat at the table. “Just show up.”

As lunch ended, you found yourself digging through your locker for the biology notes you’d written the other day. However as you dug through your shelf you just couldn’t find them.

“What you looking for?” A deep voice alarmed you, looking up to see Eric Sohn throwing his jacket in the locker that belonged to him next to yours.

“Oh. Uhm.” You stuttered for a moment, wondering if your eyes and ears were telling you the truth. “Just some notes for biology, we have a test coming up.”

“Oh yeah, you can borrow mine for now. Just slot them back in my locker on Monday.” Eric passed you a few pieces of A4 with neatly printed notes, the cigarette resting on his lips bobbing as he spoke.

“Thanks, that’s uh, really kind of you.” You smiled as he shook his head nonchalantly.

“It’s nothing, don’t stress.” He added before breezing past you to the exit of the school with a confident stride in his steps, his skateboard under his arms.

# EVENING 🌌 :📍Y/N’s HOUSE

“Okay so what are you wearing?” Kevin asked turning around in his sequin shirt and jeans, complimenting his outfit with a crossbody bag and sunglasses.

“Uhm. Not sure yet. Might go for baggy jeans and a sequin top too.. I have a lot.” You showed Kevin the options, watching as he scratched his chin and looked between them.

જ⁀➴ৎ୭ OUTFIT OPTIONS:

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“Gorgeous!” Kevin smiled, fixing you a few necklaces of his behind your neck. You smiled and looked in the mirror briefly before setting off down the block.

The house pulsated the entire street as guests spilled in the front door to the infectious rhythm playing at max volume from the many speakers around the house. A kaleidoscope of vibrant lights drowned the space, as drinks circulated everyone from the kitchen.

House parties tended to be like some sort of cringe trashy and incomprehensible version of a homecoming dance for adults that you couldn’t seem to understand. Sure they were fun but, high school students embarrassing themselves sure wasn’t.

“Hey Kevin.” A very drunk Ji Changmin sauntered over to us at the entrance, “Who’s the plus one?”

As Changmin looked over with his devilish glare, apart of you started to get nervous. As if you were mixing with the wrong crowd, a gentle flip in your stomach warned you, something was about to go incredibly wrong.

“Hi, I’m y/n.” You introduced yourself with a smile, as he passed you a beer from the many in his arms.

There was one thing that would determine whether someone would survive senior year: alcohol.

“2. PARTIES = STATUS”

Probably one of the most screwed survival tips, but unfortunately for teenagers who were just short of legal age a sip of liquor was enough to emphasise them as ‘cool’. Even if drinking is not your thing, the general consensus of being popular in senior year was to attend parties, host them and make lethal mistakes whilst there.

Throughout the night, you and Kevin found yourselves bouncing from group to group eventually watching Sangyeon and Juyeon play the most intense game of cup pong ever played in the competitive sports world.

♫ ANOTHER NIGHT - REAL MCCOY playing from speakers ♫

“Do you wanna take this one?” Sangyeon asked, holding the ping pong ball in front of you with a raised eyebrow.

“Me?” You asked laughing from the sidelines as he nodded, standing up properly you walked towards the table where most eyes were fixed on the table.

You’d gotten the grips of how to play, grasping the ball with a nervous clench before watching as Juyeon stared down the table with a sly smirk, his arms folded over his white tank top.

Bouncing off the table the ball hit the top of the few cups cups before landing in the fourth, making Juyeon’s total three. The crowd watching laughed as Juyeon threw his head back in defeat, taking the cup and gulping down its contents.

“Taking advantage of beginners luck is dirty play.” Juyeon shook his head at Sangyeon who laughed knowingly. “Whatever. If I land this you’re drinking this.”

Sure enough, as Juyeon bounced the ball across the table it landed in one of the two cups left leaving one. You’d hoped he’d missed not wanting to get to drunk around a group of people you’d never met. Nevertheless you took the cup and necked it’s contents, with a cheering crowd. Juyeon eventually won against Sangyeon, seeing the close of world’s most competitive game of cup pong.

A few drinks through the night, your brain chemistry had already began buzzing and the socialite in you stepped out of hiding, as you spoke to almost everyone you encountered. Hearing commotion from the living room, you dragged Kevin to investigate.

The room buzzed with anticipation as people gathered in a circle, forming a tight-knit group. Nervous giggles filled the air, drowned out by the music playing in the background. Sunwoo placed a bottle in the center of the circle, ready to determine the first pair of an early game of ‘spin the bottle’.

With a flick of his wrist, the bottle spun, its rotation echoing the excitement in the room. Hearts raced as it slowed down, pointing towards its chosen target. The room held its breath as the Sunwoo locked eyes with a girl he’d had a crush on for most of his childhood, their cheeks flushing bright pink as he made eye contact. With a playful smile, Sunwoo picked out one of the ‘fates’ written in the hat, revealing the crumpled paper to the crowd.

“Kiss.” He laughed nervously, smiling as she was, the circle squealed in anticipation. He leaned in to give her peck which raised a “booo” from the crowd at the underwhelming gesture.

“Y/N JOIN IN.” Hyunjae yelled from the group, causing the circle to laugh at how pathetic he was. You jokingly stepped behind Kevin to hide as “Join” began to be chanted in the room, persuading you to sit down in a gap made by Hyunjae and Haknyeon.

You took the bottle and spun it, the booze causing nerves to disappear. As the bottle began to slow down, Hyunjae grabbed the glass pointing it towards him - no one protesting considering this was his life long goal.

You sighed, hoping the paper in the hat wouldn’t do you dirty in this situation, looking up you noticed a familiar figure. Eric’s eyes stared down at you, stood from the other side of the circle, rested against the mantlepiece in his tank top and baggy jeans - a bottle of beer gripped loosely in his hands.

All of a sudden, your hands began to shake in adrenaline, Hyunjae’s eyes wavering as he noticed the way you looked up at the other boy. You began to unfold one of the pieces of paper from the hat, “7 minutes in heaven” you could have screamed. This was truly a worst case scenario, as the circle cheered and Sunwoo ushered the two of you to the bathroom.

Hyunjae locked the door with a sigh, sitting both legs in the bathtub and taking a lengthy swig of his beer in a saddened manner.

“Are you not going to do anything?” You asked curiously, folding your arms and taking a seat on the toilet cover.

“No.”He sighed, resting the bottle on the side and turning to look at you with an inquisitive stare, his eyebrows furrowing as if they contemplating internal questions.

“Why not?” You asked further, leaning forward as Hyunjae’s confident demeanour seemed to have suspiciously faltered.

“I see the way you look at him.” He suddenly spat, as if something within him snapped. “You’ll never give it up will you. Everyday, I do something to make you laugh, smile and show you someone cares. Yet… Every time I try, you’re still staring at that motherfucker who wants nothing to do with you.”

“Sorry?” You asked almost confused, the outburst seemingly unnecessary as he went to speak again but was interrupted by an ominous banging at the door.

“I get you guys are probably exchanging cooties in there, but I need to shit.” The sweet sound of Haknyeon’s charming voice and vocabulary echoed through the bathroom causing you to hold back a laugh in the situation.

“Listen y/n. I need to ask a favor.” Hyunjae proposed, stopping you from reaching for the handle of the door. “My parents have been bugging me about having a girlfriend, since my brother has one now and they’re telling me I’m a good for nothing man who will never be able to commit to someone. Which is kind of true. But will you pretend to be my girlfriend to get them off my back?”

“Will I? Hmmm….” You pretend to think for a second before retorting with a loud. “NO.”

“Please. I’ll help you get him, I’ll do everything I can to help you win Eric over. I’m one of his bestfriends.” Hyunjae’s eyes glistened in genuine sparkle, an expression you’d only come across once or twice in your life.

“I’ll think about it. But for now, it’s not a yes or a no.” You closed the conversation, head spinning as you opened the door, Haknyeon spilling into the bathroom and beelining straight for the toilet.

“3. DONT PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE’s GIRLFRIEND WHILST YOUR TRYING TO GET THE ATTENTION OF THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE.”

Oddly specific rule, however as you proceeded down the stairs it seemed you wouldn’t have to convince people you were dating - their dirty minds had already assumed what had happened in that bathroom.

“You’re on.” You looked back at Hyunjae with a smile before linking arms with Kevin to leave, the party only dying down in the early hours of the morning.

# SATURDAY 22ND SEPTEMBER 1996

# MORNING 🌥️

The gentle rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, birds began chirping outside, and the comforting aroma of breakfast drifted from the kitchen. Your eyes stuck together and your head booming with music from the night before, on the floor Kevin was sprawled emitting gentle snores.

The sound of a car horn outside, immediately brought you to your senses, with your fingers your gently moved the curtain to see Hyunjae leant against his car.

“Your dating Hyunjae?” Kevin asked, giving you the fright of your life as he appeared over your shoulder.

“No.” You immediately refuted, getting shivers from the sickly idea of having to date such a inferior choice of male.

“So why’s he here?” Kevin asked with a sarcastic voice, laughing at the stupidity of the scene.

“We’re dating but like just so his family gets off his back.” You sighed, standing up out of bed and beginning to make yourself look more presentable.

“You’re FAKE dating, Hyunjae?” Kevin’s jaw dropped even more than it already was if that was even possible. “That isn’t gonna look good to lover boy now is it?”

“Listen, he’s helping me get him. He’s on the inner circle, if I have a chance of getting Eric this is it.” You sighed taking your clothes to change in your arms.

“I’m calling Jacob.” Kevin suddenly added, pulling out his nokia with its antenna.

“Don’t you dare he said don’t call unless it’s emergencies, he’s in exam mode.” You recalled, knowing Jacob is practically unreachable during exam season.

“This is an emergency.” Kevin emphasised each word with a sarcastic edge.

“It’s not and if you call him, I’ll make your life so difficult.” You pointed at the boy with a warning finger before walking out to meet Hyunjae in front of his car.

♫ ALL THE SMALL THINGS - BLINK 182 playing from the car radio ♫

“Hey.” You smiled, climbing into the passenger seat of his car, the soft top rolled down so the breeze would eventually leave you wind swept. “Where we heading?”

“Bowling with my parents.” Hyunjae grumbled, more than happy you were in his car but visibly stressed with the entire situation.

“Is this all I have to do and I’m not your girlfriend anymore?” You suggested, leaning your head on the side of the car and letting the wind catch your face.

“Should be. Then I’ll tell you all about him.” Hyunjae chuckled, one hand on the steering wheel and another raking through his hair.

The bowling alley downtown was lively, decorated with neon lights and the sound of crashing pins. The smell of hot dogs and nachos wavering faintly in the air. The lanes are filled with laughter and ‘friendly’ competition.

Hyunjae swiftly introduced you to his mother and father, who looked you up and down before sending him an impressed smile.

“I’ll have to warn you dear y/n, they both get a bit competitive.” Hyunjae’s mother smiled as Hyunjae age his dad began squaring up to each other in the lane.

Whilst you were putting on your shoes, you felt a pair of eyes on you from somewhere unable to tell where.

“Hey y/n!” A familiar cheerful voice greeted you, looking up shell shocked you saw Eric, dressed in his work uniform with a lollipop. You felt your heart shatter, Hyunjae had to know he worked here, he set you up, but why?

Eric looked gorgeous in uniform you had to say, his pinstriped shirt and jeans complimented by the blue cap. However, you had bigger issues.

“You on a date with Hyunjae?” He asked, polishing a pair of shoes behind the counter next to you, happening to notice how pretty his hands were. “You look pretty, he’s a lucky guy.”

What did he say?

“Oh Eric! You met my girlfriend! This is y/n!” Hyunjae wrapped an arm around you with a condescending smile, for you everything felt as if it had frozen in time.

Eric swivelled the lollipop in his mouth for a moment, observing the look of shock you’d tried to conceal with a smile on your face and chuckled to himself.

“Landed a nice one there haven’t you buddy?” Eric almost began to patronise his bestfriend, a look of suspicious nature hidden in his big smile like a cheshire cat.

“I’m just going to go to the bathroom.” You giggled before excusing yourself to the toilets across the arena with a nervous pace.

“Well that backfired.” A voice sounded, someone pulling you back from one of the booths in the canteen. Kevin and Jacob sat like spies with sunglasses tuxedos and newspapers had been watching the entire time.

“He set me up.” You sighed putting your hands in your head. “I know he’s jealous of him but i didn’t think he’d go this far.”

“It’s Hyunjae. This is probably hilarious content to him.” Kevin rolled his eyes as Jacob nodded along, them both peering around the corner to watch the scene unfold.

“Y/n have you ever considered that Eric might like you?” Jacob asked taking his sunglasses off to look at you properly before you answered.

“He definitely doesn’t like me like that, maybe as a friend?” You suggested, twiddling your thumbs together over the wooden surface.

“Well he doesn’t seem to like the entire you and Hyunjae thing.” He added looking back over to the icy conversation between the two boys at the check in desk - Hyunjae’s parents stepping in to tell him they were ready to play.

“How can you tell?” You furrowed your brows in confusion, waiting for the reply as he began to speak.

“Duck! He’s coming.” Kevin quickly hid you under table covering you with his jacket as they both got back to their newspapers.

“Kevin?” The sound of Hyunjae’s voice from above the surface startled. “You seen y/n anywhere?”

“No? I saw her come in with you.” Kevin cleverly redirected the question allowing the boy to shrug and walk in a different direction looking for you.

“I told you these disguises wouldn’t work, we needed the moustaches.” Kevin hissed across the table to Jacob, the both of them having watched a few too many over the summer.

“Listen what do I do? Because I can’t tell Eric I’m fake dating Hyunjae because then he’d find out I was doing it because I have a stupid little thing for him!” You exclaimed, frustrated as you’d fell right in to Hyunjae’s trap.

“4. DON’T FALL FOR YOUR CRUSH’S BESTFRIENDS BLACKMAIL”

“I wouldn’t call it little. But hope things work out for you!” Jacob smiled angelically ignoring the pain shimmering in your eyes.

“Me too!” They began to gather their things ave scramble, about to take flight from the situation.

“Where are you guys going?” You asked panicked they were about to ditch you and leave the sticky situation.

“Getting you out of here.” Kevin replied taking your arm and sprinting out of the nearest exit - they may have set an alarm off for opening a fire door but oh well.

“5. DO HAVE FRIENDS THAT WILL GET YOU OUT OF SITUATIONS YOU CAUSED YOURSELF”

# MONDAY 24TH SEPTEMBER 1996

After hibernating in your bed for the rest of the weekend and 13 times Kevin had tried to ring the landline to check if you were okay. It was time to face them all at school and you could not think of anything worse.

“Oh my god. It’s aliveeee.” Kevin acts out a poor excuse of a Frankenstein impression as you laughed and breezed past him to your locker.

“If you see Hyunjae hide me.” You chuckled as he signed ‘rodger that’ with a salute and began rambling about the pasta he cooked for dinner the night before.

All of a sudden you were pushed into the locker, Kevin stood in front on you casually reading a book as Hyunjae walked by with a question mark above his head. He didn’t bother asking where you were, assuming if you weren’t with Kevin you weren’t there at all.

You eventually broke free of the hiding spot, fixing your hair and brushing down your clothes. The sound of wheels rolling down the corridor coming to a halt beside you.

“Were you?-” Eric was about to ask but refrained considering Kevin was signing ‘cut’ and ‘shush’ behind you flailing his arms around like a maniac.

“Here’s your notes.” You smiled, a touch of pink rising to your cheeks as your hand grazed his defined one, the notes you’d borrowed in pristine condition.

“Thanks, cutie.” He smiled, the nickname causing you to freeze up in your tracks, you knew he only said it out of courtesy or like the others that was ‘just his personality’ but it made your heart melt - as you watched him skate down the corridor, his biceps flexing to maintain balance.

You managed to survive your classes without being berated by Hyunjae or any of his friends, having to sadly eat lunch in a cubicle surely wasn’t a high moment of yours.

Soon the bell was sounding for the end of the day as students flocked out of the grounds excited for the school’s baseball match that evening.

“There she is!” You heard an annoyingly shrill voice yell from behind you, as you were about to cross the car lot. Behind you was Eric Hyunjae and Juyeon, walking in a line towards you whilst Eric was on his skateboard.

“Told you I saw her.” Eric laughed as you were clearly avoiding Hyunjae at all costs, you turned with a bitter smile as they got closer.

“You coming to Eric’s big game tonight?” Juyeon asked giving a friendly elbow to Eric, clearly nervous as it was the first big game of the season.

Eric looked at you with an ounce of hope, only to be quickly shot down, but you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes sparkled at the idea.

“No she’s actually got a date with me.” Hyunjae answered for you with a snide tone, eyes flickering towards you.

“No,no. I think I’ll go.” You smiled, “I really like baseball.”

“I don’t wanna interrupt you guys.” Eric looked between you both with something suspicious lingering behind his eyes as he turned his baseball cap to the left.

“You’re not interrupting us! Perhaps this ‘date’ can be on the pitch.” You suggested looking at Hyunjae’s wide eyes, knowing his plan was falling to pieces but he couldn’t disagree, not in front of everyone.

“Cool.” Eric smiled smugly, “See you there.”

You watched as him and Juyeon walked to the pitch for pre-match practice. Not wanting to spare Hyunjae anymore time, you walked at lightning speed in the direction of your house, ignoring him yelling your name from behind you.

“Y/n give me a second.” Hyunjae caught up to you on the sidewalk, grabbing your arm to turn you around. “You don’t have to do this anymore, go get him. It’s clear you’ll always love him and I can’t change that. I’m sorry, I took it too far.”

Despite the fact you appreciated the apology it seemed as if it was a little to late, he’d already tried to bring everything crashing down between you and Eric and now he thinks the both of you are on a date at his game. You smiled at him and nodded, swiftly turning on your heels and rushing home.

# LET’S GO H A W K S, LET’S G O O O !!🏟️

The chanting of cheerleaders and commotion amongst the crowd sang from outside of the pitch, Kevin and Jacob having already bought snacks rushed to a bench with good sight of the pitch.

“I’m so excited for this, there’s literally no way we lose.” Kevin watched as your school team walked out on to the pitch, immediately spotting Eric and making smoochy faces at you.

You didn’t notice too much of Kevin’s torment, as you were captivated by the sight of him. Eric looked up at the bleachers as if he was scanning the crowd for someone in particular his eyes landed on you for a moment - or Kevin maybe even Jacob.

The game commenced, no home-runs were scored by the competition and our team was not looking to beat them either. Time was running out as the ball left the hand of the pitcher, Eric stood in formation waiting for the ball to reach him. He swung the bat behind him and hit the ball with astonishing force triggering a roar from the crowd. He made a run for it, it was a home-run, the winning home-run.

“Go get him girl.” Kevin said as the players began to leave the pitch, watching as you ran off immediately to find him.

You patiently waited outside the locker rooms for him, knowing the other players would be tossing him around and winding him up. He eventually emerged from the lockers, wet hair and a towel around his neck.

“Can I talk to you?” You asked as he caught eyes with you, confused to why you’d waited.

“Sure, where’s Jae?” He asked, following you as you began to walk to somewhere more private.

“I’ll explain all of that.” You sighed, looking back at the boy for a moment, feeling your heartbeat pause in time as the sunlight hit his skin.

You both made your way under the bleachers, Eric already making a joke about what happens underneath them before even getting there.

“Eric. I have to say this otherwise one day I’m going to implode.” You began, your heart facing the adrenaline kicking through your veins and it was as if a theme park was screaming in your stomach. “I like you.”

A silence sat amongst you, the conflict in his eyes bouncing back and forth making you increasingly apprehensive for what he was about to say.

“Y/n I can’t do this to Hyunjae. Listen I really like you but that’s my-” Eric tried to collect himself, holding on to the top of the bleachers with one arm and wiping his forehead with the other.

“Eric we’re not dating! I know you can see that.” You pleaded with him, watching as his gorgeous eyes twisted to confusion.

“You’re not?” He asked, more than confused.

“No…. I agreed to ‘fake’ date him to get his parents off his back and to get to know more about you. But.. he took it too far and I think he might’ve been jealous I liked you.” You admitted, chewing your bottom lip and looking anywhere but at the boy fresh off the pitch in his baseball uniform.

“I don’t know because what if you’re lying to me.” He suggested, you couldn’t get offended because what if you were?

“Eric you’ve known me since we were kids I wouldn’t lie to you, I wouldn’t get anything out of doing that.” You reassured him, watching him contemplate ideas in his head as if mini cogs were turning.

“Y/n I know I don’t show it, but I really was interested in you but Hyunjae I couldn’t hurt him. Do you mind if I?” He asked, pulling you closer to him with his back leant up against the metal beam behind him.

“Of course I don’t.” You smiled, your voice barely above a whisper as you watched that beautiful grin of his spread across his lips, his brown eyes sparkling down with the sunset peaking through the gaps of the rows.

He kissed you, so sweetly, so gently, holding your face with the palm of his hand and bringing your waist closer as your stomach flipped and your heart filled with love. As you parted he brought you into his arms, it was the warmest hug that just felt as if everything was right.

“Now that you’ve said it, it makes sense. I’ve never seen someone avoid their boyfriend so much until now.” He laughed thinking of the time you escaped the bowling alley with Kevin and Jacob and further went to extreme lengths to avoid him at school too.

You giggled in his arms, looking up to his face that smiled back down at you, gently moving in for another kiss.

“I think I won twice today.” Eric laughed, giddy with excitement the grin on his face practically beaming from ear to ear.

That’s how you sort of survived senior year.

tagging: @juyeonszn @deobienthusiast 🤍

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→ jackhughes don’t worry abt it

→ _quinnhughes it doesn’t mean anything dw

→ trevorzegras jack wants a little peace in his life that’s all

→ colecaufield he’s mr miyagi

_quinnhughes the shopping cart was kind of uncomfortable

→ yourusername awww r u a little butthurt

→ _quinnhughes actually yes my butt does hurt 🤬🤬

trevorzegras isn’t that lake pic like really old

→ jackhughes yes

→ yourusername he has the chance to use it now bc he never posts me 🙄

rutgermcgroarty i’m scared another war’s gonna happen and i’m hiding out in your comments

→ jackhughes ur safe here bro dont worry 🫡🫡

→ markestapa me too

→ luca.fantilli i’ll protect you 😘

→ yourusername oh god should i be scared too

→ rutgermcgroarty you ARE the war yourusername

→ mackie.samo dude you weren’t supposed to tell her that

_alexturcotte i miss the lakehouse days let’s do it again

→ jackhughes well its definitely not gonna be the same as it was before

→ _alexturcotte dammit ur right

→ yourusername what why? am i the only clueless one here

adamfantilli i take it lil drizzy hasn’t seen it yet

→ edwards.73 BRO

→ markestapa DELETE THIS RN

→ yourusername seen what?????

→ dylanduke25 it’s too late now theres no point in deleting 😔

username26 NONONO GUYS WE HAVE TO KEEP HER FROM SEEING IT

username10 another war is brewing

username6 it’s the end y’all

username59 okay but like why should she care if she’s in a relationship

username70 well it was nice knowing all of you

username35 lord you’re all so dramatic SHE HAS A BF so it shouldn’t matter

missseraphina

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missseraphina we messin around or nah? 💘

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username3 yall this is kind of embarrassing!

username85 LMFAOOOOO

username23 i swear to god this is luke hughes

→ username74 who?

→ username59 i mean he did like the post

username14 oh. my. god. is this why all the guys were panicking on jack’s post???

username32 aw i’m happy you found someone!!

→ missseraphina not official yet haha

username50 so… dryshughes is never happening is it

→ username61 the ship has officially sunken 😔

lhughes_06 maybe

liked by missseraphina

→ username75 NOOOO

username97 this is it yall. i cant live knowing theyre both in separate relationships.

→ username46 BUT HOLD ON NOW, HERS IS FALLING APART AND HIS ISN’T EVEN OFFICIAL YET

→ username17 uhh who r we talking about lmao

yourusername oh

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next chapter notes ) how are we doing yall.. ik ik it’s chaotic and shit BUT YOU’LL GET WHAT YOU CAME HERE FOR SOONNN and yall kept complaining abt bookmark but yall should really b complaining abt misssera whats her name HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONEEE (i originally didn’t plan to post this on jan 1 but it is what it is 🫣), sorry for starting the new year off with even more drama lmfaooo

tags: @aliaology @hockeyboysarehot @absolutelyhugh3s @jackquinnswife @freds-slut @love4ldr

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes fic #luke hughes fanfic #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #jamie drysdale #alex turcotte #cole caufield #luca fantilli #rutger mcgroarty #adam fantilli #dylan duke #ethan edwards #mark estapa #mackie samoskevich

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two-white-butterflies · 10 months

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do i wanna know? | m33

Description: Max Verstappen begins dating Tony Stark's daughter.

Pairing: max verstappen/nepo-baby!reader

y/n_stark: happy father's day, so much to be thankful for ✨ tagged: tony

192 comments 182,390 likes

tonystarkisasigma: #1 alpha male

maxverstappen1: Happy Father's Day - f1forzaferrari: ariana what r u doing here 💀

schecoperez: ¡Feliz Día del Padre! - ilikesmootheis19: BYEE WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE

danielricciardo: pls tell ur dad to give me a seat 😇 - y/n_stark: will do!

yukitsunoda0511: happy birthday

alonsohamiltonworld: friendly reminder that tony stark owns redbull and alpha tauri, that's why the drivers are kissing his @ss

Y/N STARK ALLEGEDLY DATING AN F1 DRIVER. by deuxmoi (podcast)

Deuxmoi: So allegedly a famous billionaire superhero nepo-baby is dating an F1 racer. My bets are on Y/N Stark, because her dad is the only superhero with kids. As for the F1 racer, we're not sure - some people in my dms say that it's Daniel Ricciardo, Charles Leclerc or Max Verstappen.

y/n_stark: first time in the redbull garage, totally in awe ✨

928 comments 128,349 likes

maxverstappen1: 💙🧡 #OrangeArmy

landonorris: aww missing you here - ynfans: YA'LL BE SAYING IT'S CHARLES, DANIEL AND MAX BUT IT'S OBVIOUSLY LANDO BYEE

tony: ❤️🔥

ynfans: a thread on how y/n stark is dating lando norris

Y/N was in England the same time Lando was in England. (picture proof: she's the one who took the photo)

2. Lando commented "aww missing you here" to her post 3. They would make a cute couple. I rest my case.

9 comments 100 likes

carlandoisbae: bitch bffr

grimes49r: "(shes the one who took the photo)" girl just kys 😭 they're obviously not dating

y/nfans: ok, if she's not dating lando then she's dating charles ya'll stfu because idgaf

avengersassembleconspirancy: I'm praying for the driver that manages to date iron-man's daughter.

10 comments 1,293 likes 12 retweets

peterparker1001: praying for max verstappen 😁 - ynismymommy: I CHECKED HIS PROFILE? HE INTERNS FOR TONY STARK, AND THEY'RE LIKE CLOSE CLOSE 😭 - ilovecaptainamerica: someone is getting fired 💀🤣

y/n_stark: since the cat is out of the basket 🤷🏻‍♀️💕 tagged: maxverstappen1

2911 comments 292,201 likes

maxverstappen1: 🧡💙

peterparker1001: really sorry mr verstappen 😕

starkfashion: how did ur dad react? - y/n_stark: we'll know in a few minutes 💗💕

tony: I feel sorry, - peonysandsuid: me too, she deserves better -- tony: for Max

maxverstappen1: Cheers to more laughter ✨ my lucky charm ❤️ tagged: y/n_stark, tony, redbullracing

819 comments 912,384 likes

carlandolover: bro tagged his entire family 🥶

verstappenleclercbonus: bro isn't scared of tony stark 🥶

y/n_stark: handsome and spectacular 💕

danielricciardo: aww cheers mate 🥂

lokiandthorareinnocent: bro said, i'm the boss now 🥶

AITA FOR ACCIDENTALLY EXPOSING MY BEST FRIEND'S RELATIONSHIP?

I, student, M have a friend - 23, F, and she's been in a relationship with a very famous guy for over a year now. She's very private and lowkey with all the things that she does. Now, instead of using my alternate account in commenting something - I used my real account and their relationship got exposed. She tells me that it's perfectly fine and that she doesn't blame me but I feel really bad. AITA?

3 upvotes

aragornofmirkwood: nta divorce the alternate account

benelopecruz: if she says that she doesn't blaim you, nta

maxverstappenisnomber1 max verstappen after pulling tony stark's daughter

starkfamily99 tony stark after a broke man *worth $60 million* dates his daughter

starkfamilyisworld how i imagine tony talking to max: "100 Million, stay away from my daughter"

y/n_stark: SMASH. WAIT WHAT WAS THE GAME?

193 comments 293,129 likes

y.nbutterflyworld: this is how i know tony stark is a good dad 😭 his daughter's type is SO far away from what he looks like. Sis has no daddy issues fr 😭

next part

#max verstappen #max verstappen fic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x female reader #f1 fics #f1 #f1 imagine #max verstappen x reader #f1 fanfic

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the-record · 23 days

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ICU

SUMMARY: ellies lost her keys…again… luckily dina’s pretty friend has an empty bed

PAIRING: ellie williams x reader

WARNINGS: none?

A/N: i missed these and yall!! not fully back but i miss writing also if u see stranger things content don’t be alarmed! still v much in love with ellie and abs

‘ I FEEL SOMETHING WHEN I SEE YOU NOW ‘

elliewilliams

elliewilliams LET ME INNNNNNNN. JOEL PLEASE LET ME INNNNNNNN

tagged: joelmmm

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dina_nolastname BAAHHAHA IMAGIWN

elliewilliams i HATE you CRY URSELF TO SLEEP

joelmmm 💤💤💤

elliewilliams JOEL PLEASE UTS COLD

elliewilliams IM TIRED AND IM VERY SORRY

elliewilliams JOELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

jessesucks go to tommy and marias stupid

elliewilliams why didnt i think of that? oh wait I DID ITS 2 AM AND THEY HAVE A BABY STUPJD HOW DID YOU EVEN GRADUATE??!!?!?!

yourusername did u lose ur key again

elliewilliams …no… also HOW DO U KNOW AB THAT?!?!

yourusername dina talks a LOT when shes drunk

angel: ellie come to mine

ellie: huh?

a: ur locked out, im not, my beds made, urs probably isnt, come over.

e: u barely know me?!?!?

a: dina trusts u idc, come over rn or ill pick u up.

e: send me ur address.

“this was really nice of you.” ellies voice breaks the silence as make room for her beside you. you wave your hand, no worries, but she insists. “no seriously, you could’ve let me die. freeze. starve even.”

when you laugh she doesn’t think she’s ever heard a better sound. “ellie i don’t think any of those things would’ve happened.” you smile and lean on an elbow to look at her. “and i really don’t mind, gets lonely anyways. need a loser dork to fill the silence.” you tease.

she gasps in faux hurt, tracing an imaginary tear down her face.

elliewilliams

elliewilliams an ANGEL yall. $10,000,000 for her and her only.

tagged: yourinstagram

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yourusername bye i let you stay over a night 😭 i didnt cure cancer

elliewilliams ur right. $100,000,000 mb

dina_nolastname *sighs*

elliewilliams i hate you.

joelmmm yourusername I am so sorry Ellie intruded, I’ll pay you for your time and kindness.

yourusername 😭😭 damn

elliewilliams ignore him, he drinks

yourusername its 8 am.

jessesucks oh you will NEVER live this down.

elliewilliams blocked.

a_anderson you are an embarrassment to society!

elliewilliams i hate all of u.

e: hey!

a: real chipper today huh

e: didn’t lose my key all week so yes very

e: i have a question tho

a: lmao im gonna steal ur key from u, whats up?

e: do u wanna go to a concert this weekend??

e: i bought the tickets for dina and i but she cancelled last minute and jesse cant go

e: its like 2 hours away on saturday

e: also do NOT touch my key please i m begging

a: yea actually id love too :)

a: text me the details

e: great

e: okay yea ofc

elliewilliams

elliewilliams so…

tagged: yourusername

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dina_nolastname MRS STEAL UR GIRL

elliewilliams SHE WAS NEVER URS!!!

jessesucks GASPING when did this development occur.

elliewilliams 🤓☝️

jessesucks BREAK UP

yourusername girl on the left is sooo fine

elliewilliams crazy, im more into the one on the right

dina_nolastname yall r EMBARRASSING

joelmmm yourinstagram Come for dinner tomorrow! Would love to meet Ellie’s pick of the month. 🩷

yourinstagram GOODBYEEE

elliewilliams JOEL?!?!??!!!??!

yourusername

yourusername in an interesting turn of events…

tagged: elliewilliams

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jessesucks GAG

yourusername this is why dina dumped you! 💋

dina_nolastname BYEEE true tho

elliewilliams bruh we are so cute

yourusername okay “bruh”

elliewilliams WIAT OM SORRY

dina_nolastname mrs. stolen girl 💔💔

yourusername im always urs bae

a_anderson wheres MY cute gf damn.

yourusername I KNOW SOMEONE WHOO LIIIIIIKES YOU!!

a_anderson SPILL.

elliewilliams go away! 💋

a: hey

e: hi

a: come over?

a: please?

e: are you okay??

a: just please come over.

e: im omw right now

e: be there in 10

e: unlock the front door

a knock on your door wakes you from the light sleep you’d been in. a small ‘come in’ has ellie gently opening the door and walking softly towards your bed. her hands brush hair from your face, a kind smile on her face. something you can’t pinpoint in her eyes.

“you doing okay babe?” her voice is just above a whisper, though no one else would be home to hear it otherwise. “tired?”

you hum an answer out and reach for one of her hands, fiddling with her rings and avoiding her eyes. “can you turn off the light and sit with me?” she smiles and nods, savoring one more second before standing and taking off her jacket while walking to the switch.

its still light out, the evening sun beginning to set but still lighting up enough of your room. as she’s getting in beside you, she notices what you’re wearing. “nice shirt,” ellie says with a snort.

its one of hers, you stole it a few weeks ago with no intention of giving it back. her heart grows as a small smile graces your features. “there she is.” you flush and turn away. she coos teasingly while getting comfortable behind you.

when you do turn, shes the perfect pillow. her fingers trace your features as your eyes shutter closed.

e: hi love, you wanna do something today?

a: you have something in mind?

e: thought we could go bowling

e: that new bowling place just opened downtown, looks cute

a: kinda tired. do something at home?

e: alreadyomw with snacks for u

a: youre the best.

a: i miss you.

e: i miss you too. you doing okay?

a: are you at work

a: im tired

e: i get off in 30

e: come over to mine, joel will let you in

a: okay

elliewilliams

elliewilliams bbg needs a NAP theyre grouchy

tagged: yourusername

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yourusername i know where you live.

elliewilliams LOVE YA!

joelmmm Photo creds.

elliewilliams sighs.

dina_nolastname angel ALWAYS needs nap bro gets really grumpy

yourusername I ALSO KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

dina_nolastname see? grumpy.

jessesucks we’ve all seen the pictures she looks absolutely BEAUTIFUL, uhm… and he’s there… (ellie is he)

dina_nolastname (ellie is he) BYE

yourusername HEY JESSIE WOAHHH FEELS LIKE A PARTY EVERYDAY

elliewilliams remember when dina dumped u?

a: can we go to the aquarium

e: you feel up to it?

a: no obviously i asked because i don’t

e: OKAY SORRY DAMN

e: god just being a supportive girlfriend and this is what i get.

a: GOODBYE I DONT WANNA GO ANYMORE

e: no im sorry im sorry im sorry i wanna go

a: YAY

a: pick me up in 30 pls

e: of course love

e: im glad you’re feeling better

e: very excited rn

yourusername

yourusername finally left the house after 72628748829 years

tagged: elliewilliams

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elliewilliams @ the guy who took this for us ur so real

yourusername YEA!!!!!!

dina_nolastname yall r so cute CRY

yourusername u want me fr

jessesucks ICK

dina_nolastname this is why i dumped u

elliewilliams

elliewilliams a moment for the gf!

tagged: yourusername

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yourusername OF ALL THE THINGS YOU POST THIS?!?!? THIS?!!!!!!!?

elliewilliams but u look so pretty

yourusername CHOKE ily

elliewilliams I love YOU

dina_nolastname my wife is so gorg

elliewilliams back off?

yourusername LADIES LADIES theres enough of me to go around

jessesucks cute ig

joelmmm You found a good one babygirl!

elliewilliams DAMN RIGHT I DID

e: hey i love you

a: i love you too

a: u lose ur key again?

e: …

a: ffs come over good god

e: already here!

a: R U IN MY KITCHEN??!

e: ur mom says hi

e: be up in a sec!! snacks!

#! kates babes !#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams fluff #ellie x reader #🎵 smau 🎵

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sanjisboyfie · 7 months

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one piece smau: dating nami edition

ー modern au!!, male reader <3

ー slightest nsfw mentioning??? only if u squint tho m

ー matching usernames hit once again 😋🫶🏼

liked by namis.bf, robinkills, and 11k others

ihaveabf: if ur bf isnt doing it like mine, i got news for u - GET UP AND FIND SOMEONE TO TREAT U BETTER

tagged: namisbf

namis.bf: anything for u my love <3

-> ihaveabf: hurry up n come home the kids miss you ‼️‼️

princesanji: nami my queen u can do better than him (me)

-> uso_pp: HOMEWRECKKKERRRRRR

[liked by ihaveabf, namis.bf, and 20 others]

vivi: seriously where did u find him?

-> ihaveabf: no idea but im so lucky

robinkills: i love u two

[liked by ihaveabf, namis.bf, and 30 others]

liked my ihaveabf, freeluffy, and 7k others

namis.bf: i love love love love my wifey shes so beautiful

tagged: ihaveabf

ihaveabf: pls dont tag me in these photos i literally have a boyfriend ??? what is ur issue

-> namis.bf: can he fight??

-> ihaveabf: most definitely

freeluffy: WHEN DID U GUYS GET MARRIED :000 WHY WASNT I INVITED

-> namis.bf: we didnt get married luffy, its just a figure of speech 🫶🏼

-> freeluffy: OHHH ... SO WHEN R U GONNA GET MARRIED ????!??!?

[liked by ihaveabf]

uso_pp: i hate having my two best friends date each other cuz then i get constantly reminded - i cant have peace no more

[liked by roro.zoro, princesanji, and 10 others]

liked by namis.bf, princesanji, and 14k others

ihaveabf: targetted at the men in my dms....can u not read my username tf

tagged: namis.bf

random-man: i can treat u better bby

-> namis.bf: i have ur location pulled up on my laptop, gerald. donnttt tesstt me

[liked by ihaveabf, dr.law, robinkills and 400 others]

namis.bf: im literally on my way right now please

namis.bf: SHES SO FINE GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD

namis.bf: can i pleasepleaspelease take u to meet myparents they need to meet their daughter in law

-> SUPERCOLA: man calm down i dont think she goin anywhere

-> namis.bf: i cant help the love i have for her u dont hnderstand

random.man2: im a better man than he is i can promise u that

-> ihaveabf: i highly doubt this

-> uso_pp: plsss try him rn i havent seen a fight in so long!!!!

[liked my namis.bf, robinkills, and 37 others]

liked by uso_pp, boahancock, and 10k others

namis.bf: alexa play all mine by brent faiyaz 🍊

tagged: ihaveabf

ihaveabf: my hubby is so hot

-> namis.gf: credits to my girlfriend

[liked by ihaveabf and 500 others]

roro.zoro: can u guys jus hurry up we r waiting for u to start the movie

-> namis.bf: alr mr grumpy pants we r ltr five mins away

-> uso_pp: we've been waiting for an hour and youve said u were five mins away for the past 30 minutes.

-> ihaveabf: my baddddd

-> uso_pp: WHAT DO U MEAN BY THIS?????

liked by ihaveabf, namis.bf, and 10k others

princesanji: beautiful nami looking as gorgeous as ever 😍😍😍 and then her stinky ass bf looking like a slob.

uso_pp: this is so fucking funny bc why is he dressed like that 😭😭😭

[liked by robinkills, vivi, and 40 others]

namis.bf: THE ONE TIME IM LACKING OFC THIS BOZO GETS A PHOTO 🙄

-> ihaveabf: its okay bby ... even if this is super embarassing for u i still love u

-> namis.bf: I DO NOT THINK THIS IS HELPING ME RN

-> SUPERCOLA: LMFOAOA

freeluffy: wow!!! [name] is dressed rlly bad!!!

-> namis.bf: LUFFY STOP

-> roro.zoro: yk its bad when this idiot says summ

[liked by uso_pp and 70 others]

namis.bf: hold up, namis hair is black here which means this photo is old as fuck .... HOW LONG WERE U WAITING TO POST THIS JUS TO MAKE ME LOOK BAD SANJI!?!!

-> princesanji: im always waiting to make u look bad. this isnt even the worst.

-> namis.bf: ????????

-> uso_pp: bros mysterious

ihaveabf's story

even if he doesnt always showout hes still the most handsome man in the world

namis.bf replied: ur fuckin w me 😭😭 ily2 ig

#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱#one piece smau #one piece #one piece modern au #nami x reader #nami x male reader #x male reader #male reader smau #male reader one piece #nami imagines #nami male reader imagines #male reader imagines #smau #one piece imagines #one piece male reader

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reidbae · 6 months

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DAY 17: Down On My Knees — praise kink w/sub!spencer reid

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: If there's one thing your boyfriend loves, it's to pleasure you. So, when you deny him of it, he'll do whatever it takes to get your permission, even if it means begging on his hands and knees. Literally.

pairing: sub!spencer reid x dom!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: begging, praise (duh), fingering, hair pulling, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation (m insinuating), face riding (kind of), use of miss and no y/n, and use of angel/doll

wc: 1.2k

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch

“Please?”

That simple word that sounded so pretty when it came from Spencer’s lips had fallen off it dozens of times now.

Spencer had been begging to eat you out for what was coming up on half an hour. It began as foreplay, then teasing, and then into Spencer falling to his knees, begging to suck your cunt.

“Please, miss, I’ve been so good. I want to make you feel good—So bad. Please,” Spencer whined, his begging falling off his lips as a relentless mush of pleas. You giggled down at the poor boy, smirking.

Spencer’s face was cupped in your hand as he begged, his brown hair a mess over his reddened forehead.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to feel him: You did. But eating you out was Spencer’s favorite thing to do. It always had been. He may have even liked it more than you did.

That’s why it was so fun to deny him of it.

“I’m not very convinced. I think you’re going to need to do better than that,” you chuckled, saying the phrase for the millionth time today.

It was a wonder that Spencer hadn’t snapped back at you at this point, gave you some bratty remark, as he did from time to time. Instead, he just kept pleading.

Which showed for how much he needed this.

“M- Miss, please? I just—I can’t—“ the poor boy fumbled with his words, his tongue slurring them all before they could leave his lips. “I need to feel you so bad. I- I want to touch you. Please?”

Spencer knew what he was doing as he asked you this, eyes lit up in that puppy-dog gaze he always gave you when he needed you.

Because he knew that it always worked.

His look sent a wave of butterflies to your chest, and you huffed, no longer able to deny the boy of what he so badly craved. You.

“Mmm. Okay, baby. Go ahead. I give you permission,” you smiled warmly, moving your thumb over his face. Spencer’s eyes lit up, and he looked at you with a little surprise, face flushed pink.

“Wait, r- really? Y- You’re going to let me, miss?” asked Spencer bewilderedly. You giggled again, giving him one more nod.

Spencer put his hands on your thighs, smiling up at you with a loving look in his gaze. “Thank you, miss,” he murmured, kissing both of your thighs. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, angel. Now, why don’t you show me what that mouth can do, hm?” you smiled down at him.

Spencer didn’t need much more than that. In the blink of an eye, your shorts were coming down, and then your underwear, and before you could say even a word, Spencer’s tongue was already licking between your folds.

You had been leaning on the wall of your living room, Spencer kneeling in front of you. As quickly as he had begun, you ran your fingers through his brunette locks, moaning in pleasure as your head rocked back onto the wall behind you.

“Fuck, Spencer. God, agh, just like that,” you praised him, tugging at his curls as he resumed his attack on your cunt. Spencer gave a muffled moan from what you could hear, your words only encouraging him to keep going.

“You’re doing so well, love. So well. Such a good boy,” you inattentively said to him, voice laced with pure pleasure as you spoke. “Just like that,” you said again.

Your words were clearly doing a lot for Spencer, because when you looked down, his cock was rock solid in his slacks. You giggled at the view, which was quickly replaced by one more moan.

“God, look at you,” you said in a teasing voice. “You look so cute like this. All needy for me. Fuck,” you moaned out.

Spencer’s tongue swirled in vicious circles around your clit, eager to please you in every way possible. You squirmed above him, nodding your head in approval.

He ate you like he hadn't done so in days, making sure that every little detail was fit to your liking.

And it was.

Spencer, unable to help himself, pulled away from you for a second. You missed the feeling as soon as it had left, wondering why Spencer had felt the need to take it away from you. "What is it, doll?" you asked.

"Can I—“ he fumbled, not sure how to put what he needed into words. He sighed. "C- Can I—Touch myself?" he whispered. "Please?” he asked.

You raised your eyebrows a little at the ask, but it wouldn’t have been the first time he had done it. You shrugged, giving him a little smirk as you looked down at him. “I don’t see why not,” you smiled.

Spencer nodded with a flushed face. In a beat, he reattached his lips to your cunt, but this time, he was fumbling with his belt.

Spencer’s cock sprung free from his boxers, and from what you could see, he was already painfully hard. He wrapped a hand around himself quickly, pumping up and down with need.

You knew that the view, paired with the feeling of his tongue, was going to send you over the edge soon. It was nearly too much to bear.

“You like that, huh? That feels good, angel?” you smirked down at him in a moan, your head on the wall behind you.

Spencer did what he could to nod, although it was hard to differentiate that from what he was already doing.

You look down and he’s beautiful. Brown hair a mess over his forehead, pink cheeks, glasses and brain fogged up with pleasure. God, he was too damn pretty.

Spencer's tongue was devouring your clit with a wild desire now, being unafraid to show the passion that he had for you. You couldn't help yourself and began to grind yourself on his face for more pleasure.

Seeming to know what you needed, Spencer moved his free hand up to your cunt, pushing a finger inside of you. You yanked him closer to you by the hair in response, moaning loudly.

"Fuck, baby," you whined, allowing your pornographic noises to fill the room. Your legs closed around his head as you squirmed in pleasure, already readily feeling your high bubbling up inside of you.

You weren't the only one feeling pleasure. Spencer's cock was aching, the tip a furious pink from what his hand had been doing. He jerked himself up and down, giving a muffled whimper as he got himself off.

"You're doing so well for me, baby. That's my good boy," you whined, your eyes shutting closed as your cheeks got warmer. "Don't stop, fuck."

When you finally came undone soon enough, Spencer was eager to help you through it. He made sure to lap up every last bit of your release, like his life depended on it. His tongue danced on your clit as you came with a loud groan, needy to make you feel good.

Ropes of white cum soon after covered Spencer's hand, and he closed his eyes, too, as pleasure washed over him. You gazed in awe as you saw the view of him, smirking down at the face he was making.

Breathless and red in the face, Spencer looked up at you, a cheesy smile on his lips. His hands gripped your thighs again as he stammered, "H- How was that, miss? Did I do okay?"

You chuckled down at him, shaking your head in response to the fact that he even felt the need to ask. "Better than okay."

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exo masterlist

disclaimer: everything is smut, mdni. everything is idol x fem!reader

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spacequokka · 2 years

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Take It

Pairing: Yunho x She/Her (third pov, no use of y/n or names) f. Wooyoung Genre: Roommate AU, Friends to FWB, Smut Rating: R this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written good luck Summary: It wasn’t that Yunho hated having her as a roommate. On paper, she was great. She kept the apartment clean, regularly did laundry, and cooked often. He just wished he could get the mental picture of her curves, tattoos, and piercings out of his head. Word Count: 14.0k i’m so sorry 😭🥺 Warnings: roomie has tats and piercings, shameless flirts ahoy!, one quote from the Bible, two counts of solo masturbation, size kink, bratty reader, choking, rough sex, spanking, oral sex (f/m receiving), throat fucking, overstimulation, breath play, edging, do you have any idea how hard it was to make mr. sunshine angry, anal play (plug), body oil, tit fucking, voyeurism, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of riding her like a horse, squirting, creampie, honestly it’s a lot

Banner by the ever so talented @iibonniee. Written for my dear @pirateprincessblog. Tagging @sanjoongie as thanks for reading it and giving me great feedback. I recommend Naked and Desire for this one. Yeah.

It wasn’t that Yunho hated having her as a roommate. On paper, she was great. She kept the apartment clean, regularly did laundry, and cooked often. She set up everything for auto-billing, so he never had to worry about late fees. It was just…how could he put it? She was too much to handle as a person. The textbook embodiment of a free spirit. One raised to do whatever she wanted when she felt like it. Which included wearing as little clothing as possible when at home. Raised in a conservative home, it was certainly a culture shock when he first caught her dancing around the living room in just a t-shirt and panties, but he didn’t complain. Again, she was the perfect roommate financially, and he needed that stability.

He just wished he could get the mental picture of her curves, tattoos, and piercings out of his head.

Yunho’s alarm clock yanked him from sleep, in which he dreamed of a woman’s small hands roaming his body. Though he didn’t see her face, he knew who it might have been. The tribal locus mandala tattoos gave it away. Ever since he let his beautiful roommate give him a massage, her hands haunted his sleep, from which he woke with a hard-on. Today wasn’t any different.

After taking a few minutes to collect himself, he rose from the bed. It was early enough, and he hoped like hell she was still in bed. She was much worse when she was half-asleep.

He stuck his head out of his door and checked the hallway. Clear. Holding his breath, he listened for any movement in the apartment and let out a quiet sigh of relief when nothing but the creaks of the building met his ears. Great. He could get breakfast and coffee in peace then. He stepped out of his room, eyes set on the clear path to the kitchen.

“Morning, Yunnie.” His roommate muttered as she brushed past. On instinct, his eyes dropped to her body. As usual, she didn’t disappoint. Today’s apparel is a flimsy cotton crop top, no bra, and sleep shorts that barely contained her plump ass cheeks. Her belly piercing sparkled in the sliver of sunlight that made it into the hallway, and the ink of the tattoo that wound around her body from her hips to her shoulder seemed to glisten as he drank in her appearance.

Sin. The woman was sin incarnate.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he forced his gaze up to the ceiling and mentally cursed her for being so stealthy. He was never safe with her in the apartment. How could he ever let his guard down, if even for a second? Maybe he wouldn’t be so affected by her if he went out and got laid or something. Anything would be better than the constant urge to fuck her senseless and ruin his living arrangement.

‘No, nope. Don’t go there.’

Instead, he focused on the day’s tasks. He had a bunch of things to get done today, and the sooner he got out of that hellhole he called home, the faster he could get it over with. After pulling himself together again for the second time that morning, Yunho reluctantly followed her to the kitchen. As she filled the electric kettle with water, he pulled out bowls and spoons for cereal. They worked together silently; her making instant coffee and him filling the bowls before moving them to the small dining table near the window.

“So, busy day today?” She murmured after a sip of the steaming liquid.

Yunho nodded as he directed his gaze out the window. “Yep. Gotta finish some designs and send them off for approval. A few meetings and a call. I think I have to pick up a proposal.”

“Sounds tough.” She licked her lips and even though he wasn’t looking directly at her, he felt it. “I don’t see why you won’t move to a bigger company with more employees. I’ve seen your portfolio, Yun. You could get hired on the spot.”

He smirked, unwilling to admit he liked the way she praised his talent. “Yeah, but I don’t want to abandon my friends. We’ve worked hard to get this company off the ground.”

“That’s admirable. You’re a great person.” She nodded before going back to her coffee. It was moments like this that nearly broke Yunho’s resolve to stay away. When she wasn’t being a menace to his libido, his roommate could get really soft on him, so much so that he wanted to hold her, if for no other reason than for comfort. But, as always, the soft moment was cut short. The little minx yawned, stretching her hands up above her head. Yunho immediately zeroed in on the way her top rose, revealing the soft curves of her breasts. For the first time since she’d moved in, Yunho realized something.

Her nipples were pierced, too.

His brain blew a fuse. Belly, tongue, nipples… Just what else did she have pierced? She had to have a clit piercing. The imagery of it nearly sent him to the moon.

“You good, Yunnie?” She asked with a snap of her fingers in his face. He blinked and returned to Earth, instantly aware of the growing situation in his sweatpants. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. His hands itched to touch her and he couldn’t bring himself to stop staring at her in horror.

“Yeah, uh—I gotta go.” His voice was gruff, and he hated how she clearly affected him. He jumped up from the table but didn’t expect her to do the same, stepping in the way.

“You didn’t finish your food.” She pouted. “You’ll be hungry earlier and we know how you get when you’re hungry.”

Him hungry didn’t have shit on him being horny.

“I’ll be fine.” He nearly put his hands on her shoulders but caught himself. “I have snacks at my desk. Or I can bug Mingi to grab something from the food cart for me.”

“I don’t get to eat breakfast with you much anymore. You sure you can’t stay?” She batted her eyelashes at him, but he wasn’t about to fold. Instead, he stepped around her, intent on keeping her in front of him, just in case. But that was a mistake. She turned at just the right moment, reaching for heaven knew what on the table, and her ass pressed against him, all but filling his lap.

The cat was out of the bag.

Her head snapped to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. The expression melted into something much more dangerous, something he didn’t need to have confirmed. Need. Her lips parted, and he knew if he stayed a second longer, he’d make a mistake. Without another word, Yunho backed away and took off to his room. He snatched up clothes for work and ran into the bathroom. A cold shower was in order.

Friday was guys’ night. Usually, they’d go out and party, but after a demanding week in the office, most of them just wanted to chill and play video games. Which was fine with Yunho until they decided to hang out at his place. He didn’t mind having them over. It's just that the guys would shamelessly flirt with his roommate and she, also a massive flirt, would dish it right back. Wooyoung had asked on several occasions if it’d be okay to sleep with her. While Yunho knew he couldn’t stop them if they really chose to, he still felt it inappropriate for any of them to mess around with someone he lived with. If things went badly, it could compromise his home life.

Or at least that’s what he told himself.

They were camped out in the living room. He and Jongho were up against Mingi and Yeosang in Smash Brothers. The other four were engrossed in a game of poker while they waited for their turn. Everyone had their drink and food of choice as music with great bass played from across the room. Yunho’d been against letting San turn the stereo on, mostly because it was his roommate’s electronic of choice, but as they relaxed and fell into their gaming marathon, he could see why she favored it. The sound was better than the system he had in his car.

It was when he had the upper hand over Yeosang when disaster struck. He thought he heard the jingle of keys at the front door, but wasn’t sure with the music going. The front door opened and Yunho felt his soul leave his body. Oh, god no…

Wooyoung was the first to shout his roommate’s name, all too eager to abandon the table to sweep her up in a hug. “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

She laughed and kissed his cheek. “Well, where the fuck have you been? It isn’t like you don’t know where I live.”

“Your roommate doesn’t let us come over anymore.” Yunho’s ears burned at his words. “He’s being selfish and keeping you all to himself.”

“Oh, really?” He hated that tone in her voice, just knowing things were only going to get worse before they got better. She was a brat, through and through. “The way he avoids me, I’d think I wasn’t welcome here. Maybe it’s you he’s keeping all to himself.”

Jongho looked at Yunho out of the corner of his eye and raised an eyebrow, but Yunho ignored it. Giving her a reaction was the worst he could do.

Wooyoung hummed and pulled away, but kept his arm around her waist. “Can you blame him, though? You look hot as fuck right now.” Yunho didn’t have to look at her. He saw what she had on when she left earlier. The wine red dress was barely a scrap of fabric, held onto her body with strings. The slits up the sides were high enough for a good gust of wind to reveal she’d gone commando. Its neckline dipped so low he could nearly see the jewel on her navel as she explained where she was going and how long she’d be gone. It was only then he saw that it’d been a setup. She knew if he felt it was safe, he’d invite his friends over. He’d been played yet again. Anyone else would’ve ripped the dress off her and fucked her silly in front of everyone. But he was better than that.

“No, I guess not. And thanks.” She shrugged off her coat, finally stepping away to hang it up. “I’m gonna grab something to eat then get out of your hair.”

“What?” Seonghwa looked up from his hand. “Why?”

“Oh, no.” San protested as he too left the table to go to her, steering her right back to Wooyoung’s side. Ever the perfect wingman. “No, no no. Stay out here. We have food and drinks.”

“And games,” Wooyoung added, voice low and husky as he leaned in. “I know you like dancing.”

Yunho groaned inwardly, completely uncomfortable with their closeness. But it would be okay. All he had to do was quickly finish the match so they’d have to separate. Easy as that. Except that it wasn’t. With his attention divided between the game and picking up on Wooyoung’s increasingly raunchy conversation with her, his team lost the lead they had. Mingi and Yeosang caught up and forced the game to a tiebreaker.

“C’mon, Yunho. Get it together.” Jongho grunted after elbowing him sharply in the ribs. “Just ignore them.”

The control he had on his anger started to slip. He didn’t know what pissed him off more: the assumption he cared that much, or that Wooyoung didn’t back off if it was possible he did. Or maybe it was the impending loss of the game. How Seonghwa and Hongjoong had stopped their conversation to watch him closely as Wooyoung said something to make her laugh. Still, he refused to give in. Yunho poured his full focus into the game, completely tuning out everyone, even the music, as he concentrated on the fight. Jongho was defeated, but Yunho picked up the slack, quickly taking down Mingi and just barely knocking out the last of Yeosang’s health. Though Jongho cheered, Yunho pushed himself off the couch and made a beeline for the fridge.

“Your turn!” Mingi called out to no one in particular, but he had his eyes on Wooyoung and Yunho’s roomie. “Get your butt over here.”

Wooyoung’s gaze shifted between the TV, her, and back before his lips settled into a telling pout. “I don’t wanna play anymore. At least, not that.” His fingertips trailed over her shoulder and down her arm. Yunho opened his beer, cringing at how loud it seemed to be in that moment. Naturally, all eyes turned to him, but he simply sipped from the can, doing it as loudly as possible with a goofy expression. The group seemed to relax a little.

“It’s fine,” Hongjoong moved to the couch. “We can play one-on-one. Unless one of you wanna fill in for him?”

“I’m good to go again.” Mingi held up a hand, then chugged the rest of his beer. “Shoulda known he’d punk out.”

“Hey!” Wooyoung barked. “I have priorities.” San nodded in agreement.

“Right, right.” Yeosang waved him off before picking a new character. Yunho stayed where he was, sitting on the counter near the sink. It wasn’t like him to be anywhere but in the center of the room, keeping the party going and the mood positive. Yet, he just didn’t feel like partying anymore. He wanted to go to his room and watch YouTube or play League of Legends, anything to take his mind off the way Wooyoung’s hand caressed her skin in ways he couldn’t. Part of him was even jealous Wooyoung had the balls to do it right in front of him.

The night wore on with the game changing from Smash to something someone brought with them. Yunho turned his attention to his phone, doom scrolling through his social media apps before settling on YouTube shorts. Time fell away after that and he stopped paying attention to everyone in the room. It wasn’t until he heard a loud, short moan that he clued back in. Wooyoung had her pinned to the counter, face in her neck. From his position, Yunho couldn’t tell for sure what was going on, but it was more than he needed to see.

Wooyoung looked up but didn’t move away from her. He locked eyes with Yunho and winked.

Yunho’s control shattered.

“Alright,” Yunho called out as he jumped down, throwing his can into the trash with a loud clang as it hit the pile of other cans. “It’s getting late and I’m getting tired.”

The group groaned, but no one argued with him. It was a miracle they’d gotten to stay this long. Wooyoung pulled away from her and went to work with the others to clean up. By the time everything was picked up and the guys were gone, Yunho was a barely contained mess of energy. Once the door locked behind San, who stopped to wave at her one last time, Yunho went back to the kitchen where she was leaning against the counter, slowly peeling a banana.

“It’d be nice if you didn’t try to fuck my friends.”

“I’m not trying to fuck them, Yunnie.” She shrugged and eyed him as she took the banana in her mouth. He watched her as she bit off a sizable chunk. “If I were, you wouldn’t use a weak ass word like ‘try.’”

“Right. So then why give Wooyoung any encouragement when you know that’s all he wants from you?”

She laughed and finished the banana. After she’d chewed and swallowed, she pushed away from the counter and went to him. “You’re not that oblivious, are you? Tell me you’re just joking.” She came to a stop once she was toe to toe with him. “Because of you, Yunho. You’ve been avoiding me all week. If we have a problem, we need to talk about it. You blushing and running off whenever I come in the room won’t solve it.”

“There’s nothing wrong—”

“With popping a boner at the table while staring at your roomie’s tits? I agree.” She put her hands on her hips. “Why are you so awkward around me? We’ve been living together for almost a year now. I thought you’d have been used to me by now.”

How was he supposed to explain that she tested him in ways PornHub giving him a free premium account could never? Instead, he went back to his original point.

“If you’re gonna flirt with them, please don’t do it in my face. It makes me uncomfortable.” He gave her his best pout.

Something flickered in her eyes and she was pressing closer, pushing him against the sink before he could react. Her hands flattened on his chest as she stood on her toes, mouth angled up towards his. It’d be nothing to close the distance between them and kiss her, to take the things he’s fought so hard to stay away from. When he didn’t give her what she wanted, her eyes narrowed as a frown curved her beautiful lips.

“Fine. You wanna know why?” Her voice was low, soft and silky like the dress she had on. “I did it because I knew it’d get your attention. I have no attraction for him or anyone else, but I know you. You won’t say anything unless I really push your buttons.”

“And what do you want my attention for?”

Her answer was sliding her thigh between his and bringing their hips together. “You get three guesses, and the first two don’t count.”

It took a full minute for his mind to process the sensation of her body against his. Her spicy scent flooded his senses as her finger drew small circles on his chest. Small, just like her hands. The tattooed ones from his dreams. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as the heat between them increased, going from a mild burn to an all-out inferno.

Then she broke the spell she’d put on him by asking, “When will you stop pretending I’m not good enough to fuck?”

He mustered all of his willpower, put his hands on her hips, and pushed her away as gently as he could. He should’ve known. She was a fucking tease who knew his secrets. Knew he was becoming a slave to her sex despite never having a taste of her. She didn’t mean anything she said. She couldn’t have. Yunho was thoroughly convinced her actions were just part of a joke at his expense. Something she’d likely share a laugh with Wooyoung over after they fucked each other’s brains out.

Yunho balled up his fists and turned away from her. “Like I said, if you’re gonna mess around with them, don’t do it here.”

He didn’t bother to wait for her to acknowledge his request. Honestly, he didn’t want to spend another minute in the room with her. Not when he was seconds from stripping her naked and giving her what she wanted from Wooyoung. He knew he could do better.

Well, that didn’t go as planned. She leaned against the counter where he’d been minutes before and tried to see where it all went wrong. She had him where she wanted him, and unless she’d gone blind in the last hour, it was clear he wanted her.

Maybe what she thought was lust was something else for him. Everyone had their own way of showing attraction. Then she was second-guessing everything. If she was wrong about him, then she needed to apologize before it was too late to repair the damage. If she had to, she’d even confess her own attraction and explain as best she could.

Yeah, that was the right thing to do.

She dragged her feet as she shuffled down the hall to Yunho’s door. She gnawed on her bottom lip as she rehearsed her apology. With a deep breath, she lifted her hand to knock, pausing when she heard Yunho’s muffled sigh. It derailed her whole train of thought. The sound repeated, and she leaned closer to press her ear against the door.

He had his fan going as usual, but along with the sighs that made her press her thighs together, there was a faint squelch with a steady rhythm. Over and over. At first, she couldn’t place it until she heard the soft clink of his bracelets join the symphony.

Oh.

Well, then her apology would have to wait. As she started to pull away from the door, his dulcet voice whispered her name. Her mind went blank for a second as she pictured him spread out on his bed, pants hastily shoved down around his thighs as he cupped his balls with one hand and went to town beating his meat with the other.

All while thinking of her. The revelation was positively life-changing. She covered her mouth and tip-toed to her room. Apparently, she just needed a better tactic.

Yunho realized his dear friends had the collective memory of Twitter where they could recall some dumbass promise he’d made weeks ago to go clubbing with them, but somehow forgot the fiasco of the last time they hung out at his place. Here he was yet again looking at their pouty faces as they tried to bargain their way into his apartment to wait while he got ready to leave. Of course, he was currently in a shirt and some sweatpants—he had no intention of leaving unless it was under the threat of death.

“I don’t wanna,” Yunho whined as he pressed against the door, doing his best to keep Mingi from wiggling his foot into the crack he spoke through.

“But you promised!” Hongjoong cried as he tried to help push against the door. “You turned down my birthday party at the Cheesecake Factory.”

“I know I did, but we never agreed on when I’d make it up to you.” Yunho turned around and pressed his back to the door. At this rate, the chain link on the door would give out. That was something else he didn’t want to have to replace. “Guys, please. Not tonight.”

“Why?” Wooyoung asked, “Are you too busy entertaining her?”

Yunho nearly ripped the door off the hinges when he removed the chain. “You little shit, you can stand out in the fucking hall.”

“Gladly,” he said with a wickedly satisfied smile as the others slipped past him and into the apartment. Once again, Yunho fell for another game of manipulation. Ugh. He didn’t bother to be nice when shutting the door in Wooyoung’s face.

The guys collapsed in various places in the living room except for Hongjoong, who stood with his hands on his hips. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Yunho repeated, utterly lost.

Hongjoong flicked his hands towards the hallway. “Go get changed! You can’t go out looking like someone threw you away.”

Yunho groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Dude, please. Please don’t make me go. I just wanna stay at home and—”

“Jack off while thinking of your roommate?” San interrupted. “Who doesn’t?”

“You can stand out in the hall with your other brain cell.” Yunho pointed to the front door.

San didn’t object as he got to his feet and put his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “They hated Jesus because He told them the truth.”

Yunho went to retort, but Hongjoong grabbed his shoulders. “Ignore them. They’re being brattier than usual. I need you to go change so we can get going. I don’t want to miss happy hour.”

Seonghwa snorted and spoke without looking up from his phone. “Some pretty bartender is on duty tonight.”

“Do I need to be there for that?” Yunho gave them a look.

“Of course you do!” Jongho smiled, clearly finding unbridled joy at the whole situation. “You drink the most of all of us.”

“I don’t want to spend my Saturday with my face in the toilet.” Yunho crossed his arms. He needed a stronger argument than that if he really wanted to get out of it. But what could he say? “Guys—”

“You can’t hog the toilet like that, Yunnie. We only have one between the two of us.” Never in his life did he ever need the ground to swallow him whole. Like a stiff, poorly made android, Yunho turned to find his roommate trotting into the room wearing her slinky pajamas and a robe. “Hey, guys.”

“Hi!” They waved back, each with more enthusiasm than was necessary, in his opinion. Great, she had them all wrapped around her pinky.

“So, what’s on tonight’s agenda?” She asked as she pulled a cup from the cabinet and rooted around in the fridge for some juice.

“We’re trying to get Yunho to come out with us,” Yeosang answered bluntly, ignoring the daggers Yunho stared him down with. “He promised Joong and now he’s backing out.”

“I’m not! I just don’t want to go out tonight.” Yunho protested, but really no one was listening. The group jumped into the conversation, bombarding her with complaints and explanations she didn’t ask for. Worse was how she ate up their attention, casually sipping from her little yellow cup as Mingi listed all the reasons it was important for a person to keep their promises and what might happen to them should they refuse to do so. Really, though. Yunho didn’t see how not going to the club one time would lead him down a horrible path to crime and homelessness.

“Well,” she began once they’d gotten quiet, “in my opinion, it seems you’re just looking for numbers. The more people with you, the more likely you are to get noticed.” She bit her bottom lip and shrugged. “I’m not doing anything tonight. I can go with you, if you want.”

Hongjoong’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That’s actually better. You’re wild as hell.”

“Why, thank you.” She smiled and batted her eyelashes. “Gimme like fifteen minutes. Lucky for you, I already showered.”

This was a fucking train wreck. Yunho was speechless, if not brain dead, as he watched her skip to her room with the biggest grin ever. Her? Out with Wooyoung and his little sidekick dancing and drinking? There’d be nothing stopping them from veering off to fuck behind a dumpster, or worse, their apartment. For fuck’s sake.

He let his head drop as the inevitable reared its ugly head. “I’ll go.”

Mingi barked out a laugh. “Of course you will.”

Roughly thirty minutes later, they were all downstairs, staring at Seonghwa’s Pathfinder with a collective look of confusion. Right, so the thing could only seat eight adults and with Yunho’s roommate, they had nine. Yunho’s attempt to call the outing a bust got shut down before he could open his mouth.

“One of us will have to lap up then,” Hongjoong announced triumphantly, having come too far to give up now.

“It’d make sense to have her sit on someone’s lap, as she’s the lightest.” Yeosang tapped his chin.

“I’m fine with that,” she nodded as she tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Who’s willing to—”

Wooyoung was in her face before she could even ask the question. Yunho swore he liked Wooyoung, that he thought he was a decent guy when sex wasn’t involved, but at the moment, it didn’t seem like a bad idea to choke him out and leave him on the steps of the building. Yunho grabbed Wooyoung’s jacket collar and pulled him away from her. “You can sit with me. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who’d keep his damn hands to himself.”

“Wow,” Jongho frowned, “tell us how you really feel.”

“Then it’s settled!” Seonghwa cut in, guiding Wooyoung to the other side of the SUV. “Everyone get in. Parking’s gonna be a pain in the ass as it is.” To Yunho’s relief, no one argued with that. Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San took the third seat in the back. Mingi and Jongho took the second row with Yunho while Seonghwa drove and Hongjoong nabbed the front.

“Come on, then.” Yunho grumbled as everyone settled in and put on their seat belts. She took his hand, and he was surprised at how soft and dainty it felt as he guided her in and onto his lap. He hated she didn’t have a seat belt, swearing to himself that he’d hold on to her tightly no matter what. Once she was settled, he rested his hands on her hips. “I’ll need to hold you, okay? No funny stuff, I swear.”

He caught a glimpse of her eye roll in the window’s reflection right before the lights in the cabin dimmed and left them at the mercy of the glow of the dashboard. “I know,” she whispered.

Music drowned out the chatter amongst them as Seonghwa pulled off. The sudden acceleration made her slide back in his lap, bringing her bare back against his chest. His first instinct was to wrap his arms around her and brace for an impact that wouldn’t come. While he was proud of his reaction, she was up against him in a way that reminded him of their last failed breakfast. Before it’d only been a brush of her against him, now he also had the weight to add to his fantasies. He hated to admit he loved how she fit against him. Her curves fit against him like puzzle pieces, even when she squirmed and his dick came to rest between her ass cheeks.

Wait.

Yunho looked at the others. No one noticed the way he’d suddenly gone rigid as she continued to wiggle in his lap. He leaned forward and hissed against her ear, “Be still.”

“Your belt is digging into my back.” She hissed back, and he was beyond grateful that Hongjoong was too into his own story about how the bartender had flirted with him the last time he’d gone to the club to hear them. “Who the fuck wears belt buckles to clubs any-damn-way?”

“It may be a foreign concept to the people you fuck, but I like to dance and need my pants to stay on me.” He pinched her waist, then pulled her closer. “If you keep still, it won’t bother you. We should be there in no time.”

“Easy for you to say. Your spine isn’t being destroyed by some gaudy ass belt.”

“My belt is not gaudy. Maybe if you wore more clothes, you’d have more cushion to help you in situations like this.”

“You know what? You’re right. Damn me for not covering up from head to toe like a fucking nun just because you couldn’t spare a few hours out with your damn friends.” She turned to the window and his lips brushed against her cheek. “I could’ve stayed at home, got myself off, and went to sleep, but no.” Those last few words swirled around in Yunho’s brain like a hurricane, sweeping away all of his common sense as they drained down through his body to his dick. She noticed immediately and chuckled lowly. “At least I’m not the only one.”

The car hit a pothole, and the bump lifted her off his lap just enough for her return to make him groan. He wasn’t hurt, but as his dick got harder, he wished he was. The last thing he wanted to do was add fuel to the fire and make the tension between them worse, especially when it was clear that if the choice was to save face or expose them both, she’d gladly go down with the ship.

“Admit it, Yunnie.” She pressed down harder. “You think about this, don’t you?” He wanted to play dumb, to act like he didn’t know what she was on about, but she punctuated her question with a swirl of her hips that made him suck in air while bracing against the door with his other hand on her hip.

“Don’t do this.” He gritted out through his teeth. He glanced around and found the others still in their own world with the exception of Jongho, who was flicking through Instagram on his phone. “Please.”

“Then admit it.” She did it again, and he just knew he’d end up with blue balls by the end of the night. Regret. He was a ball of regret for not sticking to his guns and staying the fuck at home. With regret came annoyance, or perhaps anger. It wasn’t that she was being a brat. No, it was how he was letting her be one towards him. Anyone else? He wouldn’t care. But for some reason, it vexed him that she was always pushing his buttons, always looking for a reaction as if she knew the things he kept hidden from her.

Always wanting him to lose control.

He wrapped one arm around her middle and forced her to be still as his other hand left the car door and went to her throat. No pressure was needed. The sudden change in his demeanor was more than enough. When he was sure he had her attention, he whispered in her ear. “You want me to admit something? How about this? I love taming brats like you. I like making them fall apart just so I can put them back together how I want them. I don’t give in because I know you couldn’t handle half the things I want to do to you, kitten. Now, if you don’t mind, be still or else I’ll use this ‘gaudy’ belt to show you I’m not fucking playing.”

All the tension drained from her body as she melted against him. At first he wasn’t sure if it was another one of her tricks, but as the minutes ticked by and she didn’t start squirming again, he began to relax. With her still, he was able to drag his mind elsewhere to calm his body down before he had to get out of the car. Later, he could revisit this moment and try to understand what the hell had just happened. Was she toying with him, or was this genuine?

By the time he got out of the shower, it was nearly four in the morning. ‘Never again,’ he vowed to himself. If he had to fake his death to get out of going to the club with them, with her, then so be it. While having her there had allowed him to dodge the hangover bullet, it put him on mandatory babysitting duty. He’d forgotten the main reason he’d gone along in the first place: to keep Wooyoung and his insufferable hormones away from her. Couple that with her being a horny drunk after three drinks and it was a fucking mess.

When it was clear that Yunho wasn’t going to fuck off so Wooyoung could make his move, he’d had to deal with two brats, one trying to fuck her while the other tried to fuck him. He owed San his gently used soul for distracting Wooyoung with a group of girls, allowing him to get his roommate to down some water so she’d calm the fuck down before she came all over his thigh. Since Wooyoung and San disappeared with the girls, there’d been room on the ride back for him to sit without his lap buddy.

He wanted nothing more than to dive into his bed and call it a night, but he worried about her. She was stumbling a little when they got through the door and insisted she could make it to her room on her own. He knew she’d feel like shit whenever she woke up. Maybe he should give her some water and pain relief to take when she woke up?

He’d ask first, just in case.

Yunho approached her door and immediately picked up on the incessant buzzing coming from behind it. Thanks to the free PornHub Premium, he knew exactly what was going on and could damn near picture it. As always, her straightforward and shameless nature sliced through him with a breathless moan.

“Yunho.”

The sound struck him with a heat that flowed down his spine like water from a hot shower. He sucked in his breath and held it, afraid he’d been caught out as his mind raced to remember why he was at the door in the first place.

“Fuck me, Yunho. Just like that.”

His feet turned into cement bricks. She wasn’t exactly loud, but she had to know he was still awake, right? The bathroom was between their rooms so they could hear with the shower cut on and off. Was she doing this on purpose? Teasing him yet again? What was her end goal with this? Get him hard and then what? Fuck her? Or was she still drunk and lost in her own mind? Did she really want him or just dick in general?

Gah, it was so frustrating! Worse still was that her arousal and the way she moaned his name was effectively destroying his will to stay away. If she wasn’t wasted, he might’ve actually asked her if she really wanted him, might’ve actually said fuck it all and dicked her down, roommate or not. The tension was starting to get out of hand, more than he’d ever had to deal with in his life. If this was a test, it was beginning to look like he’d fail.

With that final thought, he pushed his pajama pants down enough to free his length. He swore to himself he wasn’t weak for doing this. As he spit into his hand and began to stroke himself, hissing through his teeth to keep himself from moaning with her, he promised he wouldn’t do it again after this one time. Just once. Just cum with her once. Her moans got louder and came more frequently. She was close. He focused his grip and strokes to the head of his dick as his free hand cupped his balls and squeezed. He closed his eyes and pictured her on her bed, eyes closed and beautiful legs spread wide as she fucked one of her dildos deep into her soaked cunt. Her pierced nipples bouncing with each thrust. Oh, but what if she held one while she fucked herself? He liked that image better. Her pinching and pulling on one nipple as she fucked herself stupid thinking of him, craving his dick. He bet she’d feel amazing wrapped around him. He could see her cunt taking him deep, with her clit pierced—

That did it. Yunho bit into his lip, nearly drawing blood as he jerked himself to completion, coating his hand without spilling anything on the floor. He wasn’t even sure if she came, but he couldn’t stick around to find out. A quick trip to the bathroom allowed him to wash up quickly, during which he hoped like hell she’d passed out for the night.

There’d be no living this down if she hadn’t.

It’d been one of those days, the kind that dragged on forever and everything that could go wrong did. Work was a phenomenal pain in the ass with the current project they were working on. The client was picky as hell but had money, so Hongjoong was determined to make it work. Of course, that meant everyone having to pull their weight and then some, leaving Yunho feeling more stressed out than usual. By the time he was finally allowed to go home for the day, his temper was on a hairline trigger.

All he wanted to do was go home, shower, and play games until he passed out. Eating was optional.

He parked in his designated spot, and no sooner than he’d opened his car door, an old lady was in his face with a scowl. “I assume you live in apartment 202?”

Yunho didn’t have it in him to put on a smile. “I parked in this spot, didn’t I?” He cringed at hearing how rude the words were and tried again. “Yes, I do.”

“Well,” the little old bat put her hands on her hips while her toy dog yipped by her ankles, “tell your girlfriend that it’s indecent to walk around naked with the windows open. You’re only on the second floor and people can see her from the dog park! I had to send my husband home so he wouldn’t be lured into looking at that hussy.”

Yunho’s jaw went slack. Was he really surprised? No, of course not. This was normal shit for her. But this was the first time someone’d complained to his face about it. “I, uh… I’ll talk to her about it.”

“Oh, you’d better. I’ve already talked to the office about her and they sent someone up. If she keeps this up, you’ll be evicted!” She spat and turned away without a second glance. It took a minute or two for the words to sink in before Yunho groaned and let his forehead rest on the steering wheel. The day really wouldn’t stop giving, would it? Against his wishes, Yunho stopped by the office where the landlord confirmed she spoke to his roommate and issued a warning. Despite her being in her own apartment, it was still indecent exposure. The next incident would involve the cops, which could result in eviction for everyone on the lease.

When Yunho was finally standing in front of their apartment door, he was barely holding it together. The stress and anger were choking him, but he was determined not to yell. He’d keep his cool and talk it out like adults. If she didn’t see how serious the situation was, then he’d look into getting a new roommate. Yeah, it’d suck to lose the financial security, but it was better than losing the roof over his damn head. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door.

Music greeted him before she did. She was vacuuming the living room as she danced along to a raunchy song. In one of his t-shirts. It was a tall white tee, loose enough to hide her figure but sheer enough for him to see the parts he could only imagine.

“Why do you have on my shirt?” It wasn’t what he intended to ask, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her body.

She jumped and pressed the off switch with her foot. “Sorry, what?”

He pointed at her. “Why are you wearing my shirt? And why the hell would you dance around naked with the windows open?”

She rolled her eyes. “Like I tried to explain to Meredith, I didn’t know people could see me from down there. I never look up here when I’m down there! And why the fuck would you look through someone else’s windows, anyway? He’s as much to blame as—”

Yunho shook his head and gestured with his hands for her to stop. “Nuh, uh. Nope. Zip it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care how you were raised, okay? We do not flash our fucking neighbors! Period. Non-negotiable.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “And the shirt?”

“All of my clothes are in the wash. I nabbed one of your shirts from the dryer when the office knocked on the door.” She gave a half-hearted shrug as she pulled on the hem of the shirt. “Forgot to take it off.”

It wasn’t that he minded her wearing his shirt. It wasn’t that she didn’t ask if she could. It was that she looked so fucking delectable in it. He couldn’t think straight when all he could picture was taking it off her. The words were out before he thought it through. “So, take it off.”

For a minute, time stood still. She eyed him with curiosity, head tilted to the side as she contemplated his words. He waited for her to get a move on, to go to the dryer and get something else to wear. Surely, not everything she owned was wet. Instead, a sly smile spread across her glossy lips.

“Make me.”

He blinked. “What?”

She put her hands on her hips, molding the shirt against the front of her body. “I said…make me.”

The sexual tension crackled in the air between them, hot and electric as he approached her. Their bodies were just barely touching when he looked down into her eyes. “I’m gonna give you one last chance. Go take off the shirt, or else.”

She merely licked her lips slowly before pressing her body against his. “Is your hearing getting bad, Yunnie? This shirt isn’t coming off unless you make me.”

And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“With pleasure.” Yunho grabbed her upper arm and pulled her behind him as he rounded the couch. She sputtered and babbled out curses, but nothing along the lines of no or stop. That’s all he wanted to hear from her. Surrender. Everything else would be ignored. He pushed her over the back of the couch, bending her over so that her ass was accessible. “I’d say I’m sorry for being heavy-handed, but I’m really not.”

The first swat startled her. She figured this was coming, but he wasn’t kidding about being heavy-handed. One hand could palm her entire asscheek, and the sting from it rippled up her spine and down her thigh. She had to take it seriously and brace herself on the cushions of the couch to keep from being knocked over it to the other side. He didn’t give her a second to breathe either, immediately following up with a slap to the other cheek. And so it began, her first spanking in over a year. He alternated each spank, listening to her muffled grunts and whimpers and adjusting the force when he deemed her to be too quiet.

The t-shirt did little to cushion the blow, and it seemed like it was his intention to remind her of that. With or without the shirt, he’d make her listen. With or without the shirt, she’d always drive him crazy, make him lose his mind. He didn’t even bother to count. It wasn’t about the numbers, anyway. Before long, her whimpers turned to sniffles, and she finally broke.

“Yunho, please!” He held off the second he heard his name slip from her lips. “I’ll—I’ll take off the shirt.”

He was quick to help her stand on her feet. Her face was impassive as she worked to dry her face. Anyone else would mistake her for being unaffected, but he noticed the little tells like the way her bottom lip barely quivered before she bit it or how her hands shook as she grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up and off—

Why he was still mesmerized upon seeing her naked, he’d never understand. His eyes roamed her body hungrily, drinking in every inch of skin he could see. She held out the shirt. “Do you want to see the back, too?”

Stunned. Speechless. Words one wouldn’t normally use to describe Yunho but somehow applied at that moment. He absently took the shirt, and she faced away from him, giving him an uninterrupted view of her tattoo. His eyes trailed down her body to her ass, tinted red with his handprints. She looked over her shoulder at him and reached back to spread her cheeks. Nestled deep in her ass was a jeweled butt plug. How in the fuck did he miss that?

His dick started to swell at the sight and there wasn’t shit he could do to stop it.

“You’re so anxious around me all the time, Yunnie.” She sniffled and spoke up a little louder, a little firmer. “Always holding back from what you really want. But you shouldn’t have to. Not with me. If you want it, want me, just take it.”

Yunho shuddered as he balled up his fists and shut his eyes. It’d be too easy to give in. Too easy to take what she offered. He could resist. Even now, he was strong enough to walk away. He open his eyes and found her still facing away from him, with her head tilted back as one hand moved between her legs.

“Please, fuck me, Yunho.”

He was on her in seconds, one hand trailing down her body to join the one already pressed to her clit as the other cupped a breast. “You’re not worried this will ruin everything? What if—”

She leaned back against him and pressed against his hands. “I don’t like to worry about things. There’s only so much I can control.” One of her hands curled around his neck and pulled him closer. “I know I’ve wanted you since I moved in, since I caught you coming out the bathroom in just a towel. You’re so fucking big all over, baby.” She pressed her ass against his erection and swirled her hips to the music. Without meaning to, he began to dance with her, following her rhythm.

“When’s the last time you got tested?” He asked when his hand grazed her belly ring.

“A couple weeks ago,” she answered breezily, holding his neck steady when he stiffened. “I was feeling really weak and was thinking of letting Wooyoung fuck me since it didn’t seem like you were interested.”

His hand shot up to her neck, and he forced her to look up at him. “What?”

“I-I never did! You would’ve known the second I did because Wooyoung can’t hold water.” She pouted but didn’t resist his hold on her throat. Instead, she kept dancing, kept brushing her ass all over his hard dick like her life depended on it. She closed her eyes and said, “I haven’t fucked anyone since I moved in. I never felt comfortable enough to bring anyone home and I don’t trust anyone enough to go back to their place.”

“Show me.” He demanded with a faint squeeze, then released her. “Show me the results.” She silently picked up her phone from the side table in the hall and flicked through her emails. When she found what she was looking for, she held out the phone for him. True to her word, the lab results came from the clinic down the street, signed off by the same doctor who treated him for strep throat the last time he was sick. He handed the phone back. “What about birth control?”

Her eyes widened as reality set in. He wanted to fuck her and fully intended to. Her voice cracked as she answered. “I’ve had an IUD for two years now. It lasts for five.”

He stalked towards her, eyes dark and lips pressed into a grim smile. She held her ground, refusing to step back when he got to her. One of his hands caught her chin and angled her face up towards his as the other came to rest on her hip. “So, this is how it’s gonna go.” His voice was deeper than before and made her press her thighs together in anticipation. “If I touch you, no one else will be allowed to as long as we’re fucking. I don’t share. Understood?” It wasn’t a complete lie. He hadn’t shared anyone since college with Mingi.

She was already weak in the knees as she nodded.

He shook his head. “You should know better, kitten. Try again.”

“I understand,” she whispered, mouth suddenly dry, though her pussy didn’t have that problem. “Crystal clear. No one can touch me but you.”

“We’re finally on the same page,” he matched her whisper as he leaned in, eyes fixed on her mouth, and she just knew he was going to kiss her. She held her breath, and it made her light-headed as she waited patiently for their lips to connect. Just when she felt the barest of sensation of his lips, he pulled away.

The disappointment on her lovely face was nothing short of satisfying. “I don’t reward brats. If you want a kiss, you’ll have to earn it. Act up even once and you’ll never get one from me. Deal?”

“Deal.” Her answer was immediate and the fire in her eyes promised it’d be something to go down in the history books. He was more than ready to test her limits.

“Knees.” He snapped his fingers, and she dropped down. He hoped she was grateful he chose to start on the carpet and not somewhere with hard tile like the kitchen. “So eager for this,” he murmured as he put a hand on her head, marveling at how he could get a good grip. “I had a trying day at work and have to come home to your usual bullshit. I shouldn’t give you anything. Should leave you right here.” She opened her mouth, and he promptly pushed his clothed erection against her face.

Yunho surrounded her. Every breath she could get carried his scent, a mix of the fabric softener they used in the wash and his skin. She adjusted her jaw and found the curve of his balls just under her bottom lip. The smug look on his face was gone in a second when she closed her mouth around them, soaking his pants with her spit as she hummed, driving up the heat he felt from her hot mouth. He cursed and pulled away with a frown that didn’t quite match the surprised lust in his eyes.

“Go ahead then.” His voice was gruff as his fingertips pressed into her skull. “Take it out. Wanna see how much you can take down your throat.”

Her hands shook as she unzipped his pants and pulled them down enough to free his length. Just as she imagined, her roommate had been blessed with a monster. That dick print she caught when he was in a towel didn’t lie. Two hands wrapped around it weren’t enough to cover it fully and it was heavy. Her body practically vibrated in anticipation. She squeezed a few times, delighted with the way he sucked in a breath and held it as his dick pulsed in response. Placing one hand around the base, she gathered spit in her mouth and spread it on her hand from the base of her palm to her fingertips. She palmed the rest of his dick until she was satisfied with how her hand glided smoothly up and down the shaft.

“Look at that,” he hissed through his teeth, eyes fixed on her hands. “Your hands look so small on it. Is that why you use toys? Because those fingers couldn’t possibly fill you up and get you off the way you want?” Incensed by his teasing, she tightened her grip as she stroked up towards the tip. The little act of rebellion worked as his eyes fluttered shut and he let out a low moan that left her itching to fill her cunt with her fingers. “You think you’re funny?” He pushed his thumb into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue. Once they made eye contact, he continued, “I thought I told you I tame brats, kitten.”

It was a threat that turned into a promise when he pushed away from her and went to his room. For a minute, she was sure he was really about to walk away from her until she heard a faint clink of metal. Her mind immediately went to handcuffs, but when he rounded the corner with the belt from hell, she had her moment of doubt.

“Wait, what is that for?” She started to rise from the floor, but he was quick to pounce, wrestling her over onto her stomach and pulling her arms behind her back. With the first loop of the leather around her forearms, she stopped flailing and went still so he could finish. As tough as she pretended to be, she couldn’t take another hit on her tender ass.

When he was happy with his work, he pulled her back onto her knees and toed off his shoes. He reached into his pocket and produced a small silver bell, and pushed it into her hand. Once she took it, he stroked his dick and put his hand back on her head. “Ring the bell when you need a break.”

When, not if.

He tapped the head against her lips. “Open up for me.” When she parted her lips, he eased into her mouth, careful not to give too much at once. He knew it was a lot to take and wanted the experience to be good for them both. Her mouth was warm and wet, just like he knew her pussy would be, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d cum too soon. Neither of them wanted that, so he went took his time pushing in until she gagged then pulling back. With just the tip in her mouth, he brushed his thumb over her cheek and pressed forward again, this time relishing the feel of the ball of metal on her tongue as it traced the vein alongside the underside of his cock.

On and on it went, back and forth, in and out. Slowly getting her accustomed to his size with increasingly deeper thrusts that began to reach her throat. The first time she was able to swallow around the head without choking, pride overwhelmed him as he pulled out and rewarded her with a soft kiss.

“You’re doing so well for me, kitten. So glad you’re mine now.” He brushed her nose with his own, then stood up and went back to it. The praise made her shiver as she fed on his pride, happy to please him. This time she was fired up, ready to show him she could do more, take more. She relaxed her throat and took more of him in each stroke, kept her mouth wet enough to make the slurps compete with the music still playing. The hand on her head moved to her other cheek, and he cradled her face as he fucked it, eyes closed as he bit down on his bottom lip.

He was determined not to moan, not just yet. It was too soon.

But she wanted to hear him. Needed that more than her next breath. She hallowed her cheeks and sucked hard as he pulled back, making his knees buckle and he nearly lost his balance. “Fuck!” He hissed as he steadied himself using her shoulders. When he was sure he wouldn’t fall over from the leftover tingles, he glared at her. “Don’t forget to use the bell.”

Yunho let loose, hips moving steadily as he started fucking his dick down her throat. The squelches of her sucking nearly matched his pants and groans of pleasure. The feeling was incredible, beyond his wildest dreams. His eyes closed for a second before he forced them open and looked down at her. Her eyes were open and focused on him. There was a little sparkle in her eyes that seemed to egg him on, daring him even now to let go for her. Tears lined her eyes as her throat constricted around the tip and the sight, along with the sound of her briefly gagging, was enough for him to cum.

She suckled softly as his dick pulsed with each shot. The feel of his heartbeat on her tongue was a wild turn on that left her clenching, wishing she had one of her fat, vibrating toys to fuck herself on. His cum was salty and just shy of being bitter, but that could be fixed with time, if he’d let her help him. She noted the way her legs began to ache from being on the floor and realized she needed to go back to training herself to endure the position for long periods. Hopefully, her roommate would be willing to make use of her.

It took a minute or two for Yunho to catch his breath as his soul returned to his body. It’d been a while since he’d gotten head that good from someone he’d wanted to fuck so badly. The suckling sensation on his rapidly softening and thus increasingly sensitive dick didn’t stop like it should’ve. He looked down at her and found one of those mischievous looks as she went back to work, this time moving her head on her own. Though the sensitivity was nearly unbearable, Yunho couldn’t bring himself to pull away. If she was so willing, so hungry for his cock, then who was he to take it away? Especially as the pain blurred the line of pleasure and his knees threatened to give out on him. She was the perfect little cock sleeve when she obeyed. Just the thought of missing out on pleasure this amazing for so long brought back his irritation as he dug his fingers into her hair and gently dragged his dick out of her mouth.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled as his arousal got a second wind. “Who knew your mouth was that amazing?” His legs trembled as he leaned over and removed the belt and pulled her to her feet. His large hands cradled her face as he pressed his lips to hers, tongue exploring every inch of her mouth in search of any remnants of himself. She fisted his shirt and pulled on it as she ate up his sweet kisses and gentle touches. “Wish you’d be this good to me all the time,” he continued. “You can be so frustrating and hard to handle.”

“I’ll,” she gasped into his mouth, “I can be good for you, Yunnie. I swear.”

“Mm. We’ll see.” He chuckled darkly as he kept a hold on her head and walked her to the couch. Her ass pressed against the back of the couch and he bent her backwards over it. She let out a little yelp as her shoulders met the seat cushions. With her ass and legs in the air, Yunho got on his knees and held her in place by wrapping his arms around her thighs and holding them open.

“Please don’t let me fall on my fucking head, Yunho.” She whispered with a tight grip on the cushion.

He looked down at her face, eyes wide with worry, and bit his lip to keep from laughing outright. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ve got you.” He tightened his hold to prove his point. For Yunho, it was the moment of truth. Months of wondering, often being so close to outright asking but ultimately deciding against it in case it was too personal. Her lower lips parted like a flower in bloom, revealing the truth.

She did, in fact, have a clit piercing. A cute little hoop that caught the light and twinkled like a star. He’d never been with a woman that had one before and was curious what it’d like to be to play with it. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent, noting the tantalizing mix of perfume, lotion, and her dripping arousal.

The anticipation was unbearable. It felt like he was inspecting her. What would happen if he didn’t like the piercing? Or her smell? The shame of him getting up and turning her down would be—Her mind went blank the second his warm tongue parted her folds from the bottom and slowly dragged up to her clit. One of her hands left the cushion to grab his wrist as her body tensed up. He pulled back and smacked his lips, tasting her as if he were judging wine.

“Hm. Slightly sweet.” He went in for another sample, this time tracing his tongue around her entrance until she was panting and the grip on his wrist tightened. He watched her facial expressions change through the spectrum of emotions when he finally relented and pressed his tongue inside her. Her sweet voice called out his name as her body stiffened again and her thighs threatened to close around his head. She was beyond sensitive, especially around her little piercing. With an evil delight, he continued to taste and play with her body, guiding her to peaks he’d deny by pulling away when her cries turned to loud gasps and moans.

“Yunho, please!” She was a mess, and she knew it. How his jaw wasn’t tired from going on for so long was an unsolved mystery, but she was at the end of her rope. As much as she loved a man who ate pussy with such enthusiasm and attention, her position wasn’t ideal and the sensitivity bordered on torture. She slapped at his arm, nearly wishing she had the bell. “I-I can’t take it anymore.”

His eyes opened slowly, and he pulled away from her cunt, lips glossy with her essence. He’d never admit he—as she’d put it—got lost in the sauce, mind hazy as he simply enjoyed the rush of dopamine from having such a responsive partner who was vocal and freely gave him praise for every little thing he did. After a demanding day at work and the confrontation when he got home, it was admittedly nice to feel appreciated and wanted. Even from his bratty roommate.

A couple of blinks and he got to his feet, not bothering to wipe his mouth. “Tapping out again? As thirsty as you get, I thought you’d be able to last a little longer.” He took his time coming around the couch, merely pointing at her when she started to move from that position. “Thought you’d be able to take whatever I gave you, kitten.” Her pout was the best answer she had to give him. It wasn’t like he’d accept celibacy as an excuse if he heard her buzzing in her room every night for the past week. He stood over her, stroking his dick leisurely as he licked his lips. “I’ll give you what you want.”

A morbid sort of curiosity filled her as he reached behind his head and pulled off his shirt in one move. He followed that up with dropping his pants, finally joining her birthday suit party. He kneeled on the couch, focused on picking up where he left off as his semi-hard dick brushed her nose. She playfully palmed his thighs, even drumming on them with a little giggle before her eyes rolled back as she moaned. Yunho held her hips in place, using the back of the couch as a perch for his arms, effectively pinning her in place. Her body shook against him when he suckled on her clit. If he wasn’t careful, he could get addicted to her. He guided his dick to her lips, and she happily took him in her mouth, needing something to soothe her as he worked.

He groaned into her folds and fought to keep his hips still, aware of the weight and strain they were putting on her neck. With the arm wrapped around her hips, he brought his hand up to the untouched plug in her ass. With care, he toyed with it, gently tapping on it, pressing it in deeper and pulling it back, never fully removing it as her cries of pleasure got louder. He watched her entrance spasm whenever the plug was pushed in and it occurred to him that maybe she needed double penetration to cum. To test his theory, he plunged his middle and ring fingers inside her pussy and gently curled them, stroking her walls as he gave a hard suck to her clit.

His dick fell out of her mouth as she came screaming, twisting and twitching as she fought to pull away from his hands and mouth. With a triumphant grin, he allowed her a reprieve, carefully turning her body so she could rest on her back as she came down from her high. He didn’t leave her side, instead lightly tracing his fingers over her body from her breasts to her thighs and enjoying the way his touch triggered after shocks that she weakly tried to fight off. With her eyes closed, brow tensed as she gasped for air, he thought she was even more beautiful.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured as he got to his feet. She gave him a thumbs up but otherwise didn’t move. He grabbed a few water bottles from the fridge and a bag of grapes. When he got back, she was staring at the ceiling. “Are you okay?”

She looked at him and nodded with a mile wide grin. “You know it.”

“Good, good.” He opened a bottle and held out a hand to her. She took it and he pulled her up to a sitting position so she could take the bottle. “Drink and eat. Don’t want you passing out.”

“You mean from having me upside down for so long?” She giggled as she took a swig of the cold liquid. “Not that I’m complaining. That was a first for me.”

He drank from his own bottle with a lazy smile. “Hard to imagine. I get the impression you’ve done it all before. You like to explore.”

She nodded. “Yeah, but I’m not really trusting though. Something like that is only done with someone you’d trust your life with. Ya know, cause one wrong move and—” She made a slicing motion at her neck.

Yunho couldn’t school his face to hide his surprise and pride. “So, you trust me with your life?”

Her cheeks darkened at the realization, and she went back to her water. They sat in comfortable silence; him mulling over her words as she over thought them. Trust was an important thing to have in any sort of relationship, sexual or not. For Yunho, it was a major thing to earn, and he wanted to make sure he remained deserving of it. On the other hand, she worried she’d said too much. What if it put him off and he made this a one-time thing? Sure, he’d said pretty much the opposite in the beginning, but it was clear he didn’t want strings attached. She could do that if it helped him be comfortable enough to continue living together. Nerves got the better of her, and she needed to feel comfortable again.

“For what it’s worth,” he cut through her spiraling thoughts, “I trust you with my life, too.”

She scoffed and rolled over onto her side, facing him. “You’re just saying that. I just sucked your soul out through your dick and now you’re happy with me again. If that’s all it took, you should’ve let me do it sooner, you know?”

“No, I’m not.” He put down his water. “And if you weren’t such a pain in the ass, dancing around naked, then I wouldn’t have to be upset with you. And while we’re at it,” he pinned her with a glare, “in the future, close the curtains.”

She smacked her lips and sat up. “Oh sure. State the fucking obvious after the fact. I’ve already explained myself.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded, taking in her increasing bratty behavior and stood up. She watched him leave the room again, this time turning down the hall towards her room. She waited, listening intently as he shuffled stuff around before reappearing with a bottle of her favorite baby oil. “If you’re in the mood to mouth off, we can continue.”

She pressed her legs together as she processed his words. “Continue? But we both came and—”

He dropped the bottle on the couch next to her and moved his water bottle to the floor. “Who said I was done?”

She sat up straighter, eyes roaming all over his body. Could she go again? A faint squeeze of her core wasn’t painful, so yes. Okay, then. She watched him drag the coffee table away from the couch, leaving plenty of space on the rug under it. When he was satisfied with the new distance, he pulled her up from the couch and took her spot.

“Knees, kitten.” He pointed at the space between his feet. She flashed him a seductive smirk as she took the spot in front of him.

“You must really love getting head.” She rubbed her hands over his thighs, marveling at their thickness with a few squeezes. “I’m getting the impression I’ve found myself a pillow princess.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. “Is that so?” He nodded and picked up the oil. The cap opened with a soft click barely heard over the ending of the song playing. He poured himself a handful and put the bottle down, then rubbed his hands together. His large hands engulfed each of her breasts, massaging it into her skin at his leisure. He paid attention to her nipples, captivated by the bar piercings. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined doing this.”

She squeezed his thighs as he toyed with her, pressing forward against his hands, which he took as a sign to add more pressure. “You-you just wanted to play with my tits? Ahh…That’s not surprising.” He let go of her breasts and guided her hands to his cock. “You do look at them a lot.”

“You also like to show them off.” He countered with a quiet hiss as she fisted his length and returned to oiling her breasts. When his palms slid over her skin with little resistance, he leaned back on the couch. “There. Now you can take over.” She looked at him, a little lost at first, then it dawned on her. Oh. Taking one breast in each hand, she sandwiched his dick between them as he added more oil over the tip. He groaned when she started moving them up and down, nearly suffocating his dick in a tight, squishy vice that once again made him wonder what it’d be like to be inside her.

Then Yunho’s phone rang.

He ignored it the first time, as he couldn’t think of anything important that could wait until later. The second time it rang, it broke his concentration and made him lose what could have been an amazing orgasm. He pointed at his pants on the floor and said, “Give me my phone, please.” She fished it out of the pockets and handed it to him right as it started to ring again. She caught a glimpse of the name flashing on the screen and had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep a straight face.

Yunho answered it and put it on speaker. “What do you want?”

“Rude.” Wooyoung’s voice dripped with mock hurt. “Is that how you were raised? To answer the phone for your friend so coldly?”

Yunho’s fingers dug into the cushion as he thrusted up. “Shit,” he whispered, then frowned at his phone. “Call me back later. I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what? Jacking off to her again?” Wooyoung cackled. She watched Yunho’s cheeks and ears flush pink and suddenly he was unable to look at her.

“Bye, asshole.”

“No!” Wooyoung shouted. “Wait a minute! We’re going out and Joong wants to come pick you up.”

Yunho was quick to shut it down. “Nope. Not interested.” She smiled at him and teased the tip of his dick with her tongue. The sight alone was enough to make him moan softly and run the back of his hand along her cheek.

“What the fuck was that?” There was shuffling on Wooyoung’s end. “Holy shit, are you really getting off right now?”

“Goodbye, Woo—”

“Or did you finally man up and fuck her?” Silence fell over them as she froze and stared at the phone with Yunho. Sometimes Wooyoung was a little too smart for his own good. And of course, Wooyoung took the silence as a sign of affirmative and chuckled. “Can’t believe you beat me to it. Can you hear me, baby girl? Has he fucked you yet? I promise you I’m better.”

She didn’t dare speak with the way Yunho was staring at her, watching her with an expression she’d never seen before. When it was clear there’d be no response from her, Yunho put his hands over hers and pushed up into the slick space between her plush tits, gliding against her skin in a way that triggered a soft moan from her.

“Oh, fuck.” Wooyoung hissed and more shuffling followed. “Lemme hear that again. Make her do that again.”

Yunho moved his thumbs so they pressed into her nipples and thrusted again, this time brushing her chin and lips. She moaned again, eyes focused on his hoping he understood the sounds she made were solely because of him. He appreciated the reassurance as he rocked against her as his dick got harder and his balls started to tighten. If they kept at it, he could cum like this and he wouldn’t have minded.

“Shit,” Wooyoung’s voice was low and husky as he started to pant. “If he can’t fuck you right, you can come to me, baby. I bet he’s being selfish, isn’t he? Making you do all the work, leaving that fat pussy neglected. I’d gladly let you ride my face, my tongue, then stuff you full of cock just like I promised the other night.”

Yunho stiffened at the memory of Wooyoung pressed against her, crowding her in the kitchen as he whispered in her ear. He’d tried not to think about what could’ve been said but now he knew. And it pissed him off all over again.

Yunho picked up his phone. “You’ll never get to fuck her.” He hung up and tossed his phone aside. “Asshole.” He grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet as he stood up. “Stay away from him if he’s gonna keep hounding you for pussy.”

She shivered at the authority in his tone. “Y-yes, sir.”

He tilted his head at the title but didn’t fight it. He often let his subs choose their names for him. His hand cupped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a sloppy kiss, tongue exploring her mouth until she was squirming against him. He pulled back with a wet smack and took her hand in his as he led her back around the couch. Back to where it all started. With his hands on her hips, he turned her away from him and bent her over the back of the couch. “Are you wet enough to take me, kitten?” He pressed a finger between her folds, going from her entrance down to her clit. “Yeah, you are. Did hearing his voice get you like this?”

She felt him pumping his dick against her ass and quickly shook her head. “Fuck no. I’m always wet for you. Only you.” The last word broke off with a moan as the fat head of his dick replaced his finger, simply gliding over her pussy thanks to the oil that remained on it. She trembled each time it pressed against her swollen clit. He took note of her response and circled her clit a few times, briefly distracted with the way her piercing felt against him. “Please, Yunho, please. I need you.”

“Don’t worry,” he murmured positioning himself at her entrance then gathering her hair into a ponytail. “I’ll fuck you just right.” With his free hand on her waist to keep her steady, Yunho took his time sliding into her heat, eyes shut tight as he concentrated on not blowing his load or splitting her in half. She appreciated his restraint because while her toys saw consistent use, they weren’t as big as he was. With her plug in, the fit was tight but incredible, especially when he bottomed out and let out a loud groan. “Fucking hell.” He whispered her name over and over as the hand on her waist brushed up and down her spine as if to calm her when he was the one trying not to cum.

“Take your time,” she giggled in between pants of air, her pussy squeezing his dick with every pass of his hand down her back. “I’m in no rush.”

For the first time in days, Yunho let out a breathy laugh. She really was the perfect roommate. Once his heart rate calmed down and he could move his hips without feeling overstimulated, he was ready to put in work. He pulled back slowly and eased back in the same way, savoring the feel of her fluttering walls gripping his dick. “Fuck, this pussy’s amazing.” He didn’t intend for the words to slip out, but he couldn’t take them back. Her hips lifted at the praise, improving the angle for each thrust as the sound of skin on skin got louder. Once he had a steady rhythm built up and she was moaning his name like it’d save her life, he moved his hand from her waist to the front of her throat and kicked her legs apart. “Keep yourself up.”

She hadn’t even noticed she was starting to fall onto her forearms. When she was propped up on her arms again, he started railing her hard, repeatedly bottoming out as if his life depended on it. With the way he filled her, finding her spot wasn’t an issue for him. Yet he didn’t let that stop him from swirling his hips and creating a sensation so intense it made her toes curl as bolts of pleasure shot up her spine. Never in her life had she had someone ride her like this, fuck her so hard and so deep that she saw stars and could barely get her arms to keep her torso up for him. Now she knew what race horses felt like and was glad to have Yunho be her jockey.

He kept himself distracted with her moans, working to adjust his strokes so that she remained a moaning, mindless mess under him while he did his best to fuck her into oblivion. This is what she needed, he was sure. With the way she creamed his cock and moaned like a porn star, it was hard to believe she’d ever had better. Wooyoung was enthusiastic, but he could never fill her like this, make her cry with pleasure as pleasure built up in her smaller body and threatened to overflow for him. Her moans were music to his ears, something he’d never get tired of. So as long as she wanted it, he’d make sure his dick would always be her first and only option.

When her legs started to buckle and her arms refused to work, she knew she was done for. “Y-yunho, I’m gonna—” Her voice was weak, hoarse from the near constant use of the past hour or so. Yunho’s mind was faraway, concentrating so hard he didn’t realize she’d spoken until he felt warmth running down his thighs as her moans broke off into quiet whines as she began to shake. He looked down at their feet and saw liquid dripping freely from between her legs as she collapsed over the couch.

“Did you just—oh, fuck!” Yunho’s mind broke at the thought of her squirting—fucking squirting—for him as proof that he’d given her great dick. Concentration blow to hell, he thrust in deep and filled her with cum, hands on her hips as his own surged with each wave of his orgasm. The tension drained from his body as his balls emptied inside her. The euphoria that overtook him was intense, more than enough to leave him stumbling when he finally pulled out. He took a second to catch his breath, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the base of her spine as he caressed her ass, still tinted red with his hand prints. “Fucking amazing. You took that like a champ.”

She laughed as he helped her to her feet and pulled her against him. “You thought I couldn’t?”

He shook his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Never a doubt. Do you think we both could fit in the shower?”

She gave him a sly look. “I’m not sure, but I bet we could make it work.”

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The Tides Have Veiled [Seven]

This is a loong one so buckle up!

Viktor x Fem!Reader--Gothic AU/Spooky Sea--4.7K---SFW

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Synopsis: Piltover the Old has an old lighthouse that looms over an abandoned port. From the house in the wailing cliff’s edge, the lighthouse owner watches that the beacon is being lighten up each time darkness arrives, so that monsters wouldn't dare to crawl inland, or so legends say. Both buildings are haunted, maybe even the man himself, by both past and present ghosts. Surprisingly, the keeper’s work is beyond turning on the beacon every night— but the rest is on you to discover.

Summary: You arrive at the city, knowing that once you return by the sea, things will have changed. For the better of for worse? That's on you to decide.

Taglist: @lunar-monster @bittercyder @local-mr-frog

Chapter Seven: The Sea's Call [Pt. 1]

The air far from the coast was colder and thinner, and yet the whole ride toward the city felt just as asphyxiating and dense inside the tiny carriage that bumped away at every second on the unpaved road.

Viktor pretended to read the whole time, even when you doubted he could make sense of the words with how much the carriage seemed to jump around. But the façade was welcomed because you didn’t wish he could see the way you fidgeted with the hem of the sweater that was too long for you to wear.

Knitted in wavy patterns, teal blue as if you’d wished to take a part of Piltover the Old with you now that the roar of the sea was too far away to be heard, replaced by white noise, the still breath of Viktor echoing in the quiet ambiance.

You had forgotten to scrub your hands well enough, some stains of oil staining the reverse of your palms. Viktor helped you maintain the electrical system of the lighthouse, Surveying the beacon will keep the light up day and night for consecutive three days.

Part of you prickled with curiosity, wanting to know why it was so important to turn on the lighthouse beacon, but besides the very peculiar circumstances of your messy relationship with Viktor, you found yourself shying away when the question wished to pour out your lips.

Ever since the footprints went toward Viktor's bedroom, a thought haunted the back of your mind when the world became quiet, when all you had to do was to watch toward the sea, toward all the ghosts and creatures that seemed to become more solid the more you thought about them.

You didn’t wish to know—and part of you claimed it was a terrible idea to get tied to this man, to the owner of the claimed haunted house by the cliff.

But was it, truly? Could it be… a you problem? Instead of all the legends coming true, it could be your mind invocating them to life to distract you from your unstable situation, suspended midway from jumping off into the endless void.

You decided to nap, at least try to, the bumpy road not helping to lull you. Though inside the dreamlands your inner warning still reached you; in the form of a misty evening with the water rising at the coast, with nowhere to go.

There, you were one of the specimens in Viktor’s studio in the basement, trapped in a tidepool first, and then forever in formaldehyde. You hoped this marriage wouldn’t corner you to such destiny.

You closed that door, opening the next, this one deeper into your subconscious. Everything floated and swayed in a calm current, lulled by the chants of the waves crashing over a golden shore filled with broken shells; there you could lay on the cool sand and stargaze when the moon turned the water liquid silver.

“Miss?” A voice said, and you were about to open your mouth to invite them to watch the night sky, when a hand touched your shoulder, gently shaking it. “Miss, we’ve arrived.”

Your eyes opened, golden eyes gazing down at you. Viktor’s lips curved in an apologetic smile. You had barely slept ever since your haunting experience inside his house.

You nodded, finding that your hands were trying to comb your hair, so used to the humid air of the sea that down it felt dry and without volume. Viktor exited the carriage once he was sure you were awake, hands reaching inside his pocket to retrieve the key to enter the building in front of you. His figure disappeared into the luminous foyer as the driver helped carry the luggage up the stairs, barely two identical suitcases as Viktor had to lend you one.

Minutes later, Viktor got outside. You caught a glimpse of his hands folding a ticket inside the breast pocket of his jacket. He stood at the door of the carriage, extending his hand toward you.

You took his hand, jumping out of the vehicle. Your steps were wobbly, like a newborn fawn. Cobblestone welcomed your feet, steady and solid contrary to the sand that tried to suck you underneath over the beach dunes. You heard chatter echoing in the busy streets, another lulling rhythm replacing the waves, both just as never-ending.

Looking around, you took in the tall buildings with wide windows open to take the afternoon breeze, curtains dancing ghostly melodies against the wind. The city smelled like oil and smoke, like newly baked bread and strong coffee. It felt alive.

Some puddles of rain reflected on your face as you gazed down at the flicking reflections of you mixed with the landscape. Almost meant to be.

“Come inside,” Viktor told you, taking some money from his pocket at seeing the driver coming down the flight of stairs, tilting his hat to Viktor to inform him the luggage was placed at the entrance of the apartment. “It’s getting colder out here.”

You were torn between letting go of his hand to walk down the street, the coffee shop on the other side cozy, and warmth from all the people talking and laughing inside.

Viktor seemed to follow your gaze because he smiled. "We can go there once we eat a strong meal first. Their fruitcake is delicious. But it won’t make you any good to eat dessert first, would it?”

“Why is that?” you inquired, following him inside the house. Three floors were divided into an apartment each without counting with the restaurant on the ground floor, the main landing flooded with a drooling smell of stews and grilled meat. “Talking from experience?”

Viktor chuckled. “Most certainly.” He looked up at the stairs in front of both of you and sighed, one of his hands grabbing the metal rail and he propelled his weight up.

“You can lean on me if you want,” you said, just by instinct.

“It’s easier with the rail,” Viktor reassured you, looking back at you with the smallest of smiles. “But thank you for the offer, Miss.”

His apartment was nothing like the gloomy house near the sea. This one brimmed with life; pale yellow walls showed countless chalkboards and boards filled with papers and drawings, polished wood floorboards there where fluffy carpets didn’t cover it. A large couch tucked between a bookshelf and a coffee table had a couple of blankets thrown in the backrest, cushions pilled up to where you supposed, he laid back in the afternoons to keep working.

Viktor cleared his throat at your wandering eyes. “My apologies for the… eh, the clutter. I'm not used to having visitors."

Hardly could you be called that, after everything. Though you kept the thought to yourself.

Besides, you had helped him tidy up the house, so you thought he didn’t have a particular reason to feel embarrassed. “Don’t worry. You can’t do many chores when you’re this busy. I imagine.”

He nodded, his bare feet muffled by the wood as he left his shoes in a rack by the door, walking toward what seemed to be the kitchen. You slid the luggage inside, taking your boots off before closing it.

Viktor returned with a glass of water for you. “The food will be here shortly,” he said, gesturing for you to follow him across the hallway. "Sadly, I don't have a guest room here either. I will be sleeping on the couch; you can take the master bedroom.”

You looked at him, almost horrified. Shame and fear washing at you—you remembered quite well what occurred when you took his bedroom before.

“I sleep there most nights, you don’t have to worry about it.” As if you needed confirmation from the nest of blankets and pillows on the couch, he opened a door, turning up a lamp to reveal the bedroom. Contrary to the piles of books and papers, and the closet ajar with some clothes thrown inside carelessly, the bed was practically untouched besides some wrinkles in the side next to the closet.

“You can change if you want,” Viktor continued. “I will be in the living room if you need something. The bathroom is at the end of the hallway.”

He closed the door once you and your luggage were inside. Carefully, you sat at the edge, feeling the cozy carpet underneath the bed brushing your toes, as soft as sand, the fluffiness of the duvet, and how your body sunk into the mattress. Looking around, you saw the pairs of shoes Viktor had tossed in the bottom level of a vanity with no stool. You left your things there; hairbrush and tiny bottles of shampoo and soap, toothpaste, and toothbrush. You had brought the shell, too.

The next thing you did was rummage in your luggage to take your clothes off it and use the cloth hook behind the door to hang your dress.

Your wedding dress, you thought as you bit your lips.

It wasn’t white, but rather a yellowish ivory with details in gold that time, and abandonment had only got more yellow. It had been your mother’s, watched over by your grandmother until you were old enough to wear it without dragging the skirts. Of course, it wasn't supposed to be the one you wore to whatever wedding your family was planning for you, but rather just another one of the puzzle pieces of memories of the life you couldn’t have.

Shaking your head, you changed into the first clothes you saw; an old green dress that you tied with a belt as the hem had become too loose over the uncountable washes, that’s why the sleeves would sometimes slip away from your shoulders if you moved too much. But the fabric was thick enough from the slightly cold air of the city, and you weren’t meant to explore the suburbs until tomorrow, after the wedding.

Looking at your reflection in the vanity, you nodded at yourself—more for gathering courage rather than in an approbatory way. Then you tiptoed outside the room, hearing Viktor mumbling to himself as he hurriedly tried to clean the living room.

He looked at you with surprise, almost as if he had forgotten you were supposed to be there, before gesturing to the kitchen. "The food arrived. Feel free to serve yourself, I will be there in a second.”

You walked toward him, looking at the myriad of books lying around, from physics to folklore tales and history, to biology and engineering. Part of you felt relieved at seeing that Viktor was so knowledgeable. If there was someone to help you study to enter the University, that was him.

“I can help you clean,” you offered, taking the folklore book, some papers falling at your feet. “Uh. I’m sorry.” You crouched, piling the pages and putting them inside the book. It seemed old, with yellow pages and the spine almost unattached. Scribbled on the front page was a name.

“Don’t worry,” Viktor said, fingers taking the book away from you before you could read the dedicatory. “You can eat first, I’m not very hungry yet. The journey made me feel motion sickness.”

You blinked, embarrassed that he may be driving you away due to your nosiness. “Oh, alright then.” Then he also couldn’t read while in the carriage. That would mean he was trying to ignore you or to pretend doing something else to avoid making you feel nervous. But little mattered, you thought as you walked inside the kitchen, a bowl with beef stew and bittersweet chicken accompanied with white rice laid in porcelain plates flanked by a jar filled with orange juice.

You sat, alone in the still space of the kitchen, with only momentaneous echoes of Viktor’s steps as he moved around on the other side of the wall.

He appeared around an hour later when he heard you turning on the water to clean the dishes. Viktor settled next to you, taking a towel to clean them as he put them away on the cupboard.

"I went downstairs to buy some bread," he announced to you, signaling to the paper bag lying on the table. "I hope you like chocolate."

*~*~*~*

You sat on the missing stool of the vanity, Viktor settling in a chair next to you.

The balcony was a small cube, some lines of rope filled with empty clothespins. It couldn't overlook the city that well, with Viktor's department being only on the second floor rather than the last, but you liked the view anyway.

Catching glimpses of golden windows open despite the sudden drizzle tapping the roof, you saw blinks of life; a table filled with food with a family surrounding it, a woman painting on her living room, and even a cat lazily lying in the backrest of a couch.

You hoped that this scene, with Viktor next to you and a tiny glass table filled with desserts and coffee could look just as inviting. Just as real.

“Do you like it?” Viktor asked, and you knew he didn’t mean the sweet, braided swirl chocolate bread he had bought you.

“I’ve never seen so many things before,” you said, blowing into your cup of coffee. “It feels… alive.”

Viktor chuckled. “Sometimes too alive.” He shrugged. “But I understand. Piltover the Old is… well, old. Both the architecture and the people made you believe as if you'd been trapped in time there that when you get out, it feels as if things move too fast.”

You looked at him. “You don’t like the city,” you pointed out instead of asking.

His golden eyes didn’t meet yours anymore. “It has its charms.”

“Do you miss back home? The sea?” Part of you felt as if it would be hard to sleep without the constant roar of the ocean surrounding you.

Viktor reclined on his seat, barely taking crumbs out of his slice of fruitcake. “If I can be honest with you, I don’t think I’ve ever considered myself at home,” he said softly. “Not here, not there.”

You interlaced your fingers in your lap. “I feel the same way,” you confessed, not wanting him to feel embarrassed. “Of course, this is the first time that I leave Piltover the Old, but…" You shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose one day I will be able to be somewhere and just feel the pull. The realization that I’m finally home.”

Viktor smiled, his eyes sweeping over the city landscape. “I feel the same way, Miss.” Taking his cup of coffee, he extended it toward yours. “I hope we can both find such a call, someday."

The porcelain clinked together when you cheered, the noise like bells staying much longer than it was supposed to.

*~*~*~*

Unknown to you, that night was the best rest you’d have in so long. Encountering you dumbfounded once Viktor knocked on your door the next morning, his thick morning accent poured into your sleepy brain telling you that it was almost 8 AM.

“I’m awake,” you told him, voice groggy.

“Can I come in?” Viktor said, and any remnants of sleep evaporated from your mind. “I didn’t take my suit out yesterday.”

Oh. Of course. Looking at your dress, you nodded. But he couldn’t see your nod with the door closed. “Yes, of course.” The blankets were soft and smelled like soap when you covered yourself with them, peeking at his figure wearing mismatched pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt when he entered.

He looked once at you, nodding thankfully as he made his way toward the closet, eyes glued on everything but you. Between the friction of hooks and clothes, he produced a brown suit jacket with some pants folded underneath, the color so dark for a moment you thought it was black.

From another hanger, he grabbed a cream vest and a white dress shirt. Viktor turned, closing the closet doors before backtracking. “Eh, yes, yes. The tie,” he mumbled, looking at you from the corner of his eye, cheeks slightly red from having witnessed of his self-chatting.

Tossing a red tie atop the clothes hugged against his chest, he turned back to the exit. “I will be going now—” Viktor started, looking at the dress that had been hiding behind the door. “That is such a pretty dress, Miss,” he commented, looking up and down at it before turning the knob open.

“Thank you. It was my mother’s.”

He looked at you, his stance frozen on the threshold. “Have you ever imagined her in your wedding?” Viktor asked tentatively.

“I’ve never imagined I’d get married by my volition, so no. Not really.” What was the point anyway? “Death can’t return her to me anyway.” But part of you hoped that somehow, somewhere, she could be a little bit proud of seeing you here, in the city she inhabited before the sea called her back.

You didn’t even know if you wanted to have her with you. Would she have lied to you like your family did to protect you?

“If she was a student in the University, then there has to be some registers about her in the archive,” Viktor told you. “We can go there later. What do you say?”

Your aunt's words drilled into your skull, making your heart squeeze painfully. An unknown father, a mother given to the sea. A childhood filled with lies.

“No, it’s alright.” You forced a smile. “Maybe on another occasion.”

His golden eyes froze in your face, eyebrows furrowed just slightly, just for a moment. “Very well. I will let you change, then. We’re meant to leave to the notary in an hour.”

The mental clock ticking by his words didn’t help with your nerves, but you thanked him nevertheless. Not even the cold bath could soothe you, taking double the time to slip inside the dress and try to reach the tiny buttons aligned at your back.

Now it dawned on you the curiosity of why your mother had a wedding dress. Seeing you dressed in it, you pictured her twirling in a mirror on a boutique, a dreamy smile on an unknown face as she hoped to walk down the aisle toward your father, perhaps. Another faceless person it didn’t matter to grieve about.

Or so you tried to convince yourself.

What a useless thing to long for something it never was.

You entered the living room, Viktor sitting in front of the coffee table as he ate tiny bites of a slice of toasted bread covered with yogurt, the smell of newly made coffee flooding from the open door of the kitchen, a half-empty bowl of sliced fruit next to yours that was still completely covered in a mountain of sliced strawberry, peach, and pear.

He must’ve woken up around two hours ago if he had prepared all this and finished dressing already. The only thing missing was his jacket and his shoes which were aligned at the doormat entrance, files of the needed papers ready to go over the bookshelf.

You sat next to him, his fingers grazing yours when he passed you the breakfast. From the purplish eyebags adorning his golden eyes, you thought it was a mercy he had so many things to prepare in the morning, allowing him to get up instead of rolling away, trying with no luck to catch slumber.

You ate in silence, feeling your throat strained with nervousness. Quickly, you both shared the bathroom to brush your teeth, Viktor leaving you alone as you finished preparing.

Finally, around 9:26 AM, Viktor gazed at you when you walked toward the entrance door of the apartment, finding it weird to see his hair brushed back, with barely some locks poking rebelliously against his brow.

“The dress suits you,” he commented on your way down the stairs. “If you’d allow me to say that.”

Your steps faltered. “Oh, that’s right!” you exclaimed, waiting for him to descend all the stairs. “Can you help me button it up? I just missed the middle buttons.”

Viktor chuckled, gesturing you to turn around in the empty corner of the landing. It was too late for the rest of the residents to linger in their houses on a weekday. He gave you his cane to hold, his hands brushing your back slightly as he pinched the buttons inside the grommets.

You took in his presence, feeling his warmth bathing you, the essence of his shampoo smelling like a fresh breeze sweeping by the coast.

“There you go,” Viktor muttered, his breath moving the hair around your ear. You shivered, walking away from him. “Are you cold?” he asked, blinking with confusion knitting his eyebrows. “I can give you my jacket—”

“No, no.” You raised the unmatching muddy green coat and hugged it against your chest as if he could feel how your heart was picking up speed if you didn't. “I have this.”

Yanking the door open, you hoped the cold morning could calm down the frenetic rhythm reverberating in your ears, but it was all in vain when you ended up sitting next to him in what Viktor told you, was called a trolley car. The movement of the vehicle stopping and starting again at each public stop made your body press against him as the strange train moved its way up the city.

“The University is here,” Viktor chatted, trying to soothe your nerves as he fiddled with the handle of his cane. He pointed to the glass, where you could see a big, gothic-like building hiding the sun behind its high towers. People were walking inside, its courtyard made of neatly cut grass and tiny trees. All of them held books as they walked, both alone and in animated groups toward the cobblestone path that connected a pair of double doors with the outside. "This is the main building, but the rest of the faculties are behind it. You can't see it all from here."

“It’s gigantic,” you said, trying to take in all the details as the car moved away.

“Indeed it is. You have to be careful not to lose in the hallways,” he chuckled. “Or you’ll be late to class.”

"Where does the entrance exam take place?"

Viktor signaled out the window again. “In the main building.” His hand hovered over yours, interlaced on your lap. This time, he poked one with his finger. “You’ll see it for yourself soon enough.”

Embarrassed, you giggled. “I hope so.”

“Have more faith in yourself,” Viktor added, leaning slightly against you so your shoulder brushed his. “I believe you can do it.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Viktor…” you said in a hushed tone to not wake up the working man next to you, his uniform covered in coal and oil from his shift in a factory. “Thank you. For trusting me.”

Your gazes connected, and it felt as if he could rival the morning sun, the gold in his eyes twinkling like pools of honey poured in a teacup; reassuring and warmth.

"Couldn't be any other way."

*~*~*~*

The notary had a tiny chapel, barely decorated with candles whose wax had made them amorph, some of them cocooned in hollow wax ponds. The red carpet where you walked down the aisle alongside Viktor was worn out and thin, but neither of your steps faltered, the official papers tucked in a file under his arm.

You don’t have to do this, you repeated Viktor’s words, as you’d been doing ever since you entered this seemingly deserted building on a Wednesday morning, hand in his. But you wanted to, thrill pooling in a chaos inside your belly that almost felt like fluttering. Of all the scenes you could picture a marriage in, this was the most interesting. Almost funny how surreal it was.

You would've been so lucky if this was sincere, a childish part of you longed.

But it wasn’t, and foolish was it to lament for things that never were.

The officiant smiled at you two, Viktor taking your hands into his as he asked him if he could give you two his blessing—as no other one could.

You took in a deep breath, pride filling your stomach now that you could do something your mother yearned for. Fulfilling another’s dream, but your way.

His golden eyes sparkled with the dancing flames of the candles, his fingers interlaced with yours as he looked down at you, the officiant’s voice echoing in the empty seats and closed doors.

“Will you have Y/N to be your wife? To love her, comfort, and keep, and forsaking all others remain true to her, as long as you both shall live?”

Viktor nodded, looking from the pastor to you. “I will.” The squeeze of his hand made your eyes swept away, the room getting too hot from all the candles lit and no windows open.

“I promise to keep you safe even when the storm is raging outside,” Viktor said, his tone gentle yet confident. Just as his muttered words of solace back at the cliff. “To accompany you in each dreary night watch, for I will be here as long as you need me to.”

You felt a lump in your throat that made it difficult to breathe without having your voice broken.

"Thank you," you couldn't stop from saying, which made him smile. His thumb brushed away a stray tear running down your cheek.

“Will you have Viktor to be your husband? To love him, comfort, and keep, and forsaking all others remain true to him, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do—I will,” you said, finding your throat dry. Viktor nodded, encouraging you silently. “I take you as my husband. To be your best friend when you’re seeking a friend. To light up the way back home if you ever get lost. I’ll be there, always.”

His gaze was hard to read, brows pinched and eyes squinting, blinking away in a tender smile. “Thank you, love,” Viktor said.

The officiant had the papers laid over the table, his pen scribbling away at the paper the complete names of you both. You glanced at the words Viktor Ambroz right next to yours when it was your turn to sign the papers.

“For the power given to me, I declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride, young man. Congratulations.”

The officiant busied himself with registering the marriage in his ledgers, Viktor right in front of you. His eyes said the same plea repeating in your mind, you don’t have to do this.

But you nodded nevertheless, looking back at the officiant as if saying that it would be weird if you didn’t kiss.

In reality, you were curious about what would happen next. Finding refuge in the dimming room, Viktor couldn’t see your flustered expression if he proceeded, nor your unfiltered hurt if he chose not to.

Viktor took in a deep breath, taking your hands into his as he pulled you slightly closer, cold fingers brushing your trembling ones. His eyes seemed to read your soul from how close they were, speckles of amber and brown mixed on his irises, honey, and chocolate that felt just as sweet when he gazed down at your lips.

Suddenly shy, you closed your eyes, feeling the brush of his eyelashes when he did the same.

He leaned in and brushed his lips with yours, barely a fleeting motion, the friction making you dizzy. Viktor stayed there a second too long, or so you thought, the world seemed to stop, just as your breath and your heartbeat.

A gasp rippled through his chest when he pulled away, the orange hue of the candles letting you see the wild red blush creeping from his ears down his neck.

The officiant gave you the papers, a beam as he congratulated you both once again.

“Let’s go, my dear, We have the whole day ahead of us to celebrate.” He smiled, taking your hand to drag you away.

If the officiant found it weird that any of you had said 'I love you', to each other, he didn't comment on it, the register was sealed official by his signature, filled with already dried ink. All opportunities of turning back were now locked away in the corresponding ledger, the leather book put inside the archive where the shadows would watch over it from the time being.

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