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goddesspharo · 3 months

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Sometimes, you don't realize the changes that are happening, but your mom is usually the first one to notice that the temperature has changed in the room a little bit [...] You know, popping my collar. She keeps trying to take down my collar. She's like, "Glen, could look a little douchey," and I'm like, "Well, you know, Hollywood's sort of douchey sometimes..." [x]

#pretty in pink steff energy forever #popped collars are douchey on a polo but who doesn't pop the collar of a coat??? that is normal behavior #glen powell

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teratocore · 1 year

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It’s always going to be somewhat amusing that it was, in a roundabout way, Sokka being a sexist jerk that lead to the end of a hundred year war.

#personal #atla #avatar the last airbender #sokka #lioe obvious there was A LOT that happened in between these two events but #Sokka’s douchey behavior butterfly effect or whatever #I think we underestimate the effect this one dude had on the war at large actually

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attiredpan · 1 year

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Rewatched The Ascent recently and dear god, Nog, sweetie, light of my life, your posture during that meeting with Sisko hurts me, like relax your fucking shoulders for ten damn seconds, you’re gonna hurt yourself, plz.

Like I’m just imaging Hugh or Amy having to perform some chiropractic move on him cause he pulled something cause he was once again standing stiffer than carbon nanotubes and got a cramp because of it.

And whoever’s not doing the chiropractic thing is just staring him down with this exasperated “I told you so” look. Jake actually says ‘I told you so’ when he brings in some clam chowder and warm blankets for forced-break-taking-snuggles.

#star trek #star trek ds9 #ds9 #nog ds9 #oc | amelia hayes #hugh borg #jake sisko #nog x hugh #nog x jake #oc x canon #was also reading te starfleet academy comics and just #nog you don’t need to compensate for everyone’s douchey behavior towards you #like plz relax honey #take a break #just once plzzzzz!!!#I will have Amy Hugh and Jake make you take a break and snuggle you!#pan shut up

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scoobydoodean · 1 year

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wait this talk about season 9 has reminded me of one of dean's most egregious 'teasing' moments where he goes too far, in sharp teeth where he reacts to sam telling him about gadreel 'leaving grace in his body' by saying wow I'm gone for a while and you're like an episode of teen mom. like!!! truth be told I think that moment too can make sense in a pattern of dean downplaying or making light of sam's bad experiences as a way to like, help him get over it/make it not seem that bad (which is a thing he does) but in this case dean! sweetheart! you know you created this situation right! maybe this is not the time! hnsfglh king of not reading the moment

LOL I had forgotten about this one. Oof Dean. My man. Plz. ��

Relatable fault though generally tbh. It's a big one in my family. Like. Making light of things and sometimes taking it too far. I believe in teasing (as long as one person isn't consistently the butt of the joke and people are teasing each other), but there is a balance to strike, and definitely situations where it isn't appropriate and this would be one of them 😂.

I think you are right about what Dean was probably trying to do there. This is a common coping mechanism for people, and I've heard medics also have a tendency to joke and tease as a way to downplay the seriousness of a situation to a patient they are triaging. Unfortunately I think for Dean here it was the wrong move lmao (and probably also was a coping mechanism for himself and not just Sam? But idk—I'd forgotten about this so).

Random tangent unrelated to this ask specifically (before any more randoms come for me) but I mentioned a story about teasing being outlawed? I went on a trip when I was 18 with like 13 other people, and we were in close quarters together for several weeks. There was very little privacy, and we were all chill people, but any time you are in close quarters with people, there will be things that will irritate you. You don't realize how much you use light teasing/ribbing to deal with these sorts of things until someone tells you you aren't allowed to do that anymore... not even because anything happened—just because the person who made this rule was very sensitive and decided all by themselves a few weeks in that teasing and sarcasm was a moral evil because it is "avoidant" behavior, and every single thing must be a serious discussion. This is exhausting, and it causes you to not address minor issues you normally would have addressed with sarcasm/teasing at all, so that irritations begin to weigh like so many tiny grains of sand, and asserting your boundaries becomes a lot more time consuming and draining and difficult than it has to be.

Basically, I have never seen morale drop faster. Teasing and sarcasm? They are efficient and light tools. Istg they are the lifeblood of human interaction and nothing will make you appreciate them more than being denied the ability to use them. But there is definitely a time and a place, and right after you lied to your brother for weeks about him being possessed was not the time lmao.

#mail #our chars are all fallible and they've all said some douchey things to each other #gotta admit I am fond of this type of behavior from TFW—in most cases

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gogoartqueen · 1 year

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Iisten, joe fox forcing kathleen kelly to be her friend while she's sick, his friendly but forceful insistence that she let him stay put his flowers in a vase a vahhhse a vase and for her to sit down and THEN MAKING HIMSELF ENTIRELY AT HOME IN HER KITCHEN MAKING HER TEA ASKING IF SHE WANTS HONEY AND BUSYING HIMSELF WHILE SHE ASKS HIM ABOUT HIS BREAKUP LIKE HE IS MY HELEN OF TROY

#you've got mail #idk why i am so unhinged about this always #but this is so good it is like a cary grant-audrey kinda dynamic only in modern times 😭😭😭#and just him as a person and her as a person ahhhhhh how did she write them like this #he is also unhinged bc he peppers shiz he knows she cares about like pride and prejudice #like this is bordering on such douchey behavior but it isn't????#maybe that is also it #too bad he doesn't quote godfather at her again #too bad

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nouearth · 4 months

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Imagine getting used as a walking fleshlight by Bruce (Bale) and Clark (Corenswet) at the same time. Both high five'ing each other with dark lust filled eyes while Eiffel tower'ing you. Bruce's cock fulls your mouth so well, he then rubs his cock all over your face. Clark's thrusts are the strongest you've ever experienced, his balls slap against you as if they were a force of nature; you're holding onto ass and pulling him deeper inside you while Bruce rams into your throat like it's a fleshlight.

💌 : ugh, anon. my main men! (although i love pattinson just as much, bale just screams... daddy for me.) also, i—for some reason—love it when guys are showcasing douchey behavior when they're fucking, urgh.

for bruce, his cock had never felt so full and warm down your throat before. you could barely take him, but he was constantly peppering you in toe-curling praises so you tried your best to sheathe more of him inside of your mouth because you didn't want to disappoint him, or even clark for that matter.

the thick of his cock pushed all the saliva out of your mouth, drool dripping from either corners of your stretched lips, and as much as bruce loved seeing how much of a mess you'd become, reducing your identity to merely a flesh-light, he would pull his cock out and slide it over your lips to feed the saliva you'd dribbled back into your cock-addicted mouth.

you'd lap him up like you were a fiend for his cock, and bruce recognized that, exploiting your addiction when he'd pull himself out at times to hear you whine—to see your eyes widen with a plea that would drive him mad because they became so glossy. your brows etched with worry and agony as it seemed like he was stripping you away from a necessity to living.

the simple thought that you lived and breathed for his cock turned him on, fed his ego, and then fed yours because only you could make him feel so good like this. he would rub his cock all over your face, slap it across your cheek and nose occasionally, before jerking himself off to the scene of clark fucking you, his balls heavily rolling over your pretty features in midst. he'd then hold your cheeks, rough hands at the underside of your jaw, before he began fucking gloriously into your mouth because he was close. so fucking close.

for clark, the sounds of your gagging and gargling was enough to send him over the edge. with his heightened senses, he could hear every intricate noise that you'd deliciously graced him with; the small gasps you would inhale to recover your breath, only for you to gag and cough on them when bruce shoved his cock back inside of your mouth; the sloppy and wet squelches from the lube dripping from your hole as clark fucked his large cock madly into you; the nasal pitch of the bed creaking, a noisy proof of the men's absolute destruction on your body as they intend to break you.

sex with you was an exception to clark's habitual gentlemanly spirit as you drove him mad, teased him for being a goody two-shoes, for being too vanilla for your liking, and he wanted to prove you wrong. he wanted to prove to you that he could be both sides of the same coin, and if he went far enough, you'd beg for him to be easier on you next time.

he would pull your arms back and hold your two wrists together in one strong grip, allowing the position to contort your body in a way that emphasized the shape of your body. you felt your muscles flex, throb apprehensively because they've never been stretched like this before—stretched past their limits. and clark would maintain this position because he was addicted to seeing how the sweat collected at the dips of your back muscles, then rolled off the hill of your ass when your body struggled uncomfortably to meet his cock.

he was too big for you, much bigger than you'd taken before, and clark would make you remember that. he would instill a sense of fear within you—that you might completely break if he were to completely shove his large cock inside of you if he wasn't kind enough to control himself—restrain himself from filling you to the brim.

and he would also instill a craving within you—one that you'd find yourself thinking about his cock for hours, days, months—because you'll never find someone with a cock, a fuck like him. ramming into you hard yet steady, powerfully yet pacing, large and uncomfortable yet deliciously enthralling as clark would make every stretch soar to your senses, soar to make your throat hollow and dry—at least for the moment before bruce was shoving himself back inside of you. they'd chuckle, sometimes laugh not because you were embarrassing, but because you were so impressive to them that they didn't know how else to react other than with affection and laughter. they'd coo at you, pet at your head, tell you what a good boy you were, and fist bump whenever you deep-throated bruce and/or pushed yourself back into clark until he was balls-deep, until he pressed into a golden spot.

and they'd continue with you for hours, fucking you repeatedly, taking their turns with your mouth and ass, sometimes two cocks in one, and you'd never felt happier than being fucked in this moment. elated when bruce filled your mouth with his own cum; warm and creamy as it sat and spread thick on your tongue—your throat as you swallowed like the good boy you were. then full, when clark came into your ass. he held you close, pressing close to you until you were practically glued to him, and his balls jolted, twitched, and throbbed as he dumped his load in you. you can feel clark's cum seeping deeper into when he doesn't stop fucking into your hole, churning his cum into you until you memorized the shape of his cock, the way his cum spread thick inside of you. then finally leaking when he pulled out to see you push out his thick cum loads on instinct.

hehe, thank you for the imagine, anon! 💗 and now, i'm gonna pretend as if i didn't write all of that and create the illusion that i, in fact, am an innocent man.

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olderthannetfic · 26 days

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I have really mixed feelings about the small proportion of F/F fiction (original or fanfic), because yeah sure, people have their desires, they should write what they want, I get it. It all works out when I hear it from person to person. But somehow the logic only ever applies in one direction? "There are more male protagonists because men only care about male characters! Women also mostly care about male characters, because that's the majority of characters they get!" And then somehow we also yet kvetch when men write female characters (because it's incorrectly or something, nevermind if women are writing male characters correctly). Why don't we expect gay men to feel compelled only by femslash for the same reasons (but gender swapped) as the lesbian slashers/fujoshi? All of those very rational justifications are applied selectively, "for me for not for thee," and it all only leads to "idk I just don't wanna write femslash", for Reasons. Do we get to call them microaggressions yet?

No, you don't get to call other people's fantasy life a microaggression.

That is indeed "for me but not for thee" in the sense that you get to want what you want but other people aren't supposed to follow their id.

Do you also police gay men who spend too much time on drag and obsessing over female divas? That's an actual real world behavior that's somewhat equivalent. It frequently goes unchallenged, at least by progressives, because men are allowed to do whatever they want with chick stuff, while women are "stealing" if they dare to stray into dude stuff.

(God, I've seen so much more policing of drag kings being ~problematic~ for acting out stereotypical gender than policing of drag queens for the same. It's nuts!)

Fujoshi are often queer, but it's absurd to think we're mostly lesbians. We tend to be bi or asexual women with gender stuff going on, though there is a mix of everybody, including lesbians. There are also a lot of AFAB non-women who get lumped in with us. On the rare occasions I find a man willing to admit to being a similar demographic, he usually does like gender play in his hobbies and entertainment. It's just that men face even more pressure than women do to fit into tidy categories. Bi women get told we're whores. Bi men are told they don't exist.

Yes, I know plenty of lesbians who write more m/m than f/f, but in the big picture of all of AO3 or all of fanfic or all of media, they aren't the demographic driving these numbers. They're vastly outnumbered by the bi women, the asexual women, and the straight and gnc women.

The men we should be looking at as an equivalent aren't cis gay men but bicurious soy boys and the like.

Do most of us fujoshi object to equivalent men doing an equivalent thing? I've seen it sometimes, and I agree it's hypocritical. I'd like us to afford men the same ability to play and take on identities in their art. I remember enjoying Ranma fandom back in the day and reading quite a lot of f/f that was probably by men. It had some of that same sense of distance and fantasy that I so enjoy in m/m aimed at fujoshi. (I do consume some by-cis-gay, for-cis-gay content, both m/m and f/f, but it's often too literal and too bound up in specific named identities for my taste.)

On average, the people I see complaining most about men producing f/f material are the same people who think that because I have a clit, I should center my life around women exclusively. In other words, people spouting radfem ideology, perhaps on purpose or perhaps without realizing.

I do agree that some of the ways of expressing a lack of desire to write femslash can get pretty douchey. I want us to move away from some of the less accurate ones like "There are no compelling female characters" because of this.

But the reason for all these jerkass explanations is that women and people perceived as women who like m/m are constantly asked to explain ourselves. These aren't usually microaggressions: they're openly hostile. People get defensive and try to answer with important-sounding reasons about identity and pain because society at large won't accept "I like this" as the true explanation.

Pleasure is never enough of a reason for a woman to do something.

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supercap2319 · 8 months

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"You know it's bad enough that there's a possible attempt on my life, but being sardined canned into a closet with you two is punishment enough. Y/N grumbles. His foot is in a mop bucket, and it's still wet from the mop water. "I think I'd rather be shot. Would be less painful than feeling Claremont's elbow in my ribs and your majesty's foul breath down my neck."

"Are you quite finished?” Henry said. "Can you perhaps stop putting all our lives in danger with your incisive tirade?"

"Why do you hate us so much, Y/N?" Alex and Henry turned their heads to squint at him. This close Y/N could see the flecks of blue in Henry's eyes and the soft black curls of Alex's hair.

"You guys really want to go there?"

"Maybe we do."

Y/N tried to un-sandwich himself between the two boys, unsuccessful in his mission as he huffed and looked at both of them. "Olympics 2016." He looks at Henry. "I went to introduce myself and was excited to meet you, but you looked at me like I was the antichrist and told Shana to get rid of me."

He turned to Alex. "2018. Your New year's party. My dad insisted on getting to know you, Nora, and June. So, I went to one of the rooms and when Nora asked if you were going to invite me, you laughed and said 'fuck no! Fuck that cocksucker' and started to laugh."

Alex and Henry looked down. "I didn't realize you'd heard that." Henry said.

"Is that your douchey-prince way of apologizing? Because you sure suck at it."

Henry looks at him and pauses. "I could have been nicer."

"And I can be a big mouth when I'm drunk and you're right. I should have invited you in the first place. I don't think you're a cocksucker." Alex said.

"And you think that makes it okay? Half-assed apologies and everything is fine?" Y/N said.

"I'm sensing there's more to your dislike of us." Henry noted.

Y/N sighed. "It's just… it's not fair. You guys make it look so easy. Everyone loves you and thinks you're sexy and the greatest thing since sliced bread. Me? I feel like I'm always being compared to Prince Henry and First Son Alexander Claremont. I feel like I have to struggle to catch up to you both to prove I'm worth it too. Now can you understand why I'd rather be shot than spend another minute in this janitor closet with you both?"

They're both quiet for a while. "Well, I can't change that, but I can tell you that I was, in fact, a prick that day. Not that it excuses my behavior, but my father passed away fourteen months back and I wanted everyone to suffer like I was suffering. I'm sorry."

"And I'm the son of the first female president. And I'm not white like she is, so I understand the struggle to prove yourself to the world. And it may seem like I have it all figured out, I don't. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Y/N." Alex apologized.

Before Y/N could reply, Alex's bodyguard opened the door. "Threat neutralized. Some kid brought fireworks for his friend."

Alex looks her. "When you say 'neutralize…'"

"It's a good thing he's already in the hospital." She winks at Y/N.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #alex x henry #Alex x Henry x male reader #taylor zakhar perez #Taylor Zakhar Perez x male reader #Taylor Zakhar Perez x Nicholas Galitzine #Taylor Zakhar Perez x Nicholas Galitzine x male reader #nicholas galitzine #Nicholas Galitzine x male reader #Prince Henry x male reader

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trashmouth-richie · 6 months

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pt 1: flicker

summary: Hawkins Annual Halloween Festival is in town, and this year you and your friends were lucky enough to work the event. But when some of your co-workers are missing, and a trail of blood leads to the woods behind the festival. Your friends work together to find out what’s going on. A killer is on the loose but who could it be? Or is it the town’s spooky secret of what really happened at Hawkins Lab?

[tickets] [flyer] [clipboard]

pt 2: A SCREAM AND A SLICE

summary: the day is finally here and our joyful crew arrives to get their assignments for the work day.

tw: 18+ only goodbye minors, billy hargrove smut, billy hargrove being a disgusting human being, mentions of drinking and drugs, character death x 3, hallucinations, drunk behavior, etc childhood background stories.

The air is cool and crisp, fluttering an ombré of red and orange leaves all over the carnival. Staff was to arrive no later than 8 o’clock, sporting burnt orange Hawkins Haunted Carnival shirts with red hems on the neck and arms. “STAFF” printed on the back in black bold letters.

Robin's hair and makeup looked exactly like it did last night, a little smudgy and unkept, the style suiting her personality and image to a T. She was holding onto Steve’s arm while picking gum from the bottom of her dirty converse.

“Fuck I hate kids,” she grumbled, wiping the last bit of the pink wad of bubble gum on the grass.

Argyle, Nancy, and Jonathan stood and watched. Nancy with her hair in a perfect pulled back ponytail showcasing her bone structure and light makeup, was wide eyed and bushy tailed, making up for the lack of enthusiasm everyone else brought with them this morning.

Argyle’s long pin straight hair is braided down his back, and he looks almost half asleep, or maybe he was just high, but more than likely that was just him in general.

You yawned loud behind your hand for the second time since racing into the parking lot, Eddie poked you in the ribs and shook his head, he had wanted to stop at the gas station for some badly brewed coffee this morning upon finding out that your apartment was lacking any sort of caffeine, but you were already going to be late and Mr. Creel’s speech last weekend about not being on time, would scare anyone straight.

That is unless you were Billy Hargrove.

Billy rolled in a full thirty minutes past the time all staff were expected to be dressed and ready to go. A cigarette hung lazily from his mouth and the hickies on his neck were splotchy and fading yellow on the edges. He was clutching a can of beer upon walking over to the group, finishing the contents and tossing it behind his shoulder.

His chin nodded to Eddie in that douchey dude type of greeting. One he reciprocated with flared nostrils and tense shoulders.

Billy and Eddie used to be as thick as thieves, running like hellions through the trailer park, with you trailing behind them, trying to keep Eddie out of trouble. They had disturbed any little sort of peace that the tenants ever found there. They tormented the occupants of Forest Hills by egging their houses or lighting bags of dog shit ablaze on their steps.

But the boys were left to their vices much like their parents were. Neil and Al knew each other from high school, oftentimes spending nights at the Hargroves kitchen table laughing after many beers about the cars they’d stolen and the broads they shared. Hands around their chests like parentheses to emphasize the breast size of one in particular.

Billy’s apple didn’t fall far from Neil’s tree, a ladies man but rotten to the core. However when it came to Eddie and Al, it was almost as if Eddie’s apple was from a different tree entirely, rough on the edges and a little banged up, but the inside was sugary sweet, much tastier than the sour bite Billy’s had to offer.

You never forgave the blue eyed boy for pushing you off your bike, a scar still etched into your knees, or for chasing you around with a snake he caught by Coolwater Creek.

Eddie wiped your tears when you cried to him about how mean Billy was. His own brown eyes welling seeing you so upset. He convinced him to leave you alone. And since that day, you were the driving wedge between them at 8 years old and you stayed there up until last year, when the tie that bound them together was ripped apart.

“You’re late Billy-boy,” Mr. Creel sneered, the pierce of his blue eyes shining like heated crystals, “do you not own a watch?”

“Just got in,” Billy said with a yawn, his muscular arms stretching over his head and showcasing his abs when his shirt rode up.

“I guess I wasn’t aware you had another job.”

“Oh I’m not paid for this type of manual labor, I do it for free.” He glances over at you and shoots you a wink. And the shiver that shook through you was anything but pleasant.

Steve rolls his eyes, pulling Nancy into his front and resting his chin on the top of her head.

Eddie shifts to the side of you that billy is closest too and blocks his view. He made your skin crawl like it was infested with bugs.

You didn’t like him anymore than he liked you, Heather Holloway was one of the sweetest girls you’d ever met, and to this day you couldn’t figure out why she fell in his traps. He didn’t care about her, only used her to keep his bed warm when he was out doing God knows what with God knows who. His dick was dirtier than a pile of laundry, and he was out of detergent.

“Let’s not make this a habit, we have a festival to run, and you,” Mr. Creel says, thumbing through a clipboard, “… are on Corn Maze Duty until sun down, then you’re driving the Haunted Hayride like we discussed last week.”

“Munson, you and Pebbles? Is that a real name?,”

“no,” you say with a laugh, nudging Eddie in the ribs, he was the only one called who still called you that after your moms had decided to dress you both as Pebbles & Bam Bam for Halloween one year, for Eddie, the name stuck, “it's a nickname from when we were—

“Don’t care.”

“You two are on rides, Hairyten—

“It’s Harrington,” Steve interjects but Mr. Creel doesn’t stop.

“.. will take over for you at sundown and then your ‘band’ takes the stage.”

Billy scoffs around a lit cigarette and Eddie puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you from reaching around him to slap the mustache off his face.

“Girl Wheeler and R-guy-el are on games… Buckley, you and Hairytoes will be working the ice cream stand, Byers you’re in charge of taking promotional photos. Please make sure the children are smiling. I don’t need any snot nosed little brats blubbering while getting their face painted like a clown, it will drive down sales.”

Jonathan nods with wide eyes, checking his bag with fumbling fingers making sure he had extra lenses and plenty of film.

Nancy stands at attention, flipping through her binder full of the game rules, she had been studying it all week, not wanting to give Mr. Creel any sort of assumption that she wasn’t taking her position seriously.

“Relax Nance,” Steve purred, a little louder than a whisper, “you’re gonna kick ass at this.”

You didn’t know Steve Harrington was capable of being supportive of another person until Nancy came along. When they first started going out Eddie and you took bets on whether or not it would last. Nancy wasn’t anything like the other trashy girls at your school throwing themselves at King Steve any and every chance they got.

She was reserved and shy. Pretty in a classy way, minimal makeup needed on her cherub features. And Steve fell hook line and simp er for her. He lost friends, lost his title at school but he didn’t care. He felt unstoppable with Nancy on his arm.

It made you wish you had a love like theirs, minus the breaking up part, you had dated before but nothing that would last.

You remember spending a very drunk night with Eddie once on the roof of his trailer, begging him to tell you who he thought was the hottest girl in school. Going through every grade, every single girl from the mathletes to the athletes, the teased hair of Tina down to the short bob of Barb, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Come on, Eddie .. that was every girl in the school besides Shit teeth O’Donnell.” you laughed and rolled into his chest, spilling beer onto his shirt, your chin sitting on his sternum as he looked at you with a serious stare.

“Not every girl.”

“Yeah huh,” you poked at his ribs and his armpits only for him to overpower you completely and pin you down, the ends of his hair tickling your cheeks had you squealing.

“Say uncle or I’m gonna make you piss yourself.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

The dark glint of mischief in his eye wasn’t lost on you,

“D’ you know me at all?”

The night ended with your jeans and underwear in Eddie’s washing machine, his boxers on your waist after you took a shower and used all of his conditioner. A $3.00 payback for him actually tickling you until you peed yourself, you were just happy Wayne wasn’t home when you waddled through the Munson trailer with wet pants and a hyena laughing Eddie behind you.

Diversion was his best game, because he never answer your question.

“Remember.” Mr Creel said pointing to you and Eddie, “two minute rides if there isn’t a line, one minute rides sounds perfectly fine, three minutes and they’ll puke on the floor, 4 minutes and you’re at Satan’s door.”

He recited the creepy poem without blinking, simply looking from your face and back to Eddie’s, a grim smile on his Curt lips. When he was through he turned on his heel and walked away, snapping at Heather and Chrissy to get to the face painting station.

“Well that wasn’t weird at all.” Eddie said, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised into his frizzy bangs, clearing his throat.

“Yeah no shit,” Steve grimaced, “such a weird mother fucker.”

Nancy shut her binder and spoke to you, “sorry about last night— I think I’m just a little stressed.”

“No worries, Nance, Eddie ended up staying at my place and we smoked a bit and went to sleep.”

“Don’t forget about that weird shit with the streetlights,” Eddie chimed in.

“Streetlights?” Jonathan asked you, “what about ‘em?”

“Nah man it’s cool,” Eddie chirped in, lighting a cigarette and offering it to Jonathan, “Pebs and I smoked a little too much, thought we saw some weird shit, that’s all.”

“Well, my lights went out last night, went outside to check it out and the whole street was dark.”

Maybe you weren’t high as fuck lastnight on Rick’s Redrum. What if there was actually something strange going on.

“Did they turn red and explode?” you ask him, trying not to seem too alarmed that someone else who wasn’t high and on the complete opposite side of town experienced the weird lights.

He picks a scab on his arm between blunt fingernails, uninterested in the conversation, “no idea, just noticed they were burnt out..didn’t see anything else, but hey, I’ll see you guys later okay, I forgot my wallet.”

With that he turns and leaves, holding his satchel close to his body so the expensive camera attachments don’t break.

Steve and Nancy kiss each other goodbye and Argyle steps forward to Steve batting his eyelashes, “what about me handsome?” He laughs before Steve can smile awkwardly and walks beside Nancy, asking about her new Reeboks.

“Six months since we played truth or dare at Munson’s and that guy won’t let it go,” Steve says, shaking his head, “see ya later, don’t have too much fun,” with that he grabs Robin’s elbow and directs her towards the Scoops Ahoy stand.

Eddie laughs at the memory of a peachy cheeked Steve leaning in to press his lips to Argyle’s. A dare that had Nancy in tears, and had you comforting her for an entire week.

It was the same night that you had drunk almost an entire handle of vodka and woke up naked in Eddie’s bed, next to Jonathan.

To this day you don’t remember what happened.

You left in a hurry when you woke and realized the sleeping body next to you was not only naked but belonged to Jonathan Byers, and you didn’t have any panties on.

Grabbing your clothes and shoving your feet into your shoes, you stepped over Argyle’s cocooned form in the hallway— using the bathroom rug as a blanket.

Tiptoeing over the squeaky parts of the linoleum floor you made a glance to the living room and saw that Eddie was sawing logs in Wayne’s recliner.

You felt dirty, full of shame and guilt as you looked at him forlornly, not able to nail down why you had felt that way. Eddie and you were friends, nothing more than that.

The door shut behind you in a quiet creak and you sped home as fast as you could, bleary eyed and confused.

Thankfully, Jonathan wasn’t upset when you told him the next day that you didn’t remember what had happened, and he was relieved, chuckling with a hand on the back of his neck, because he hadn’t remembered that night either.

You vowed to never tell a soul about that night, and you waited for Eddie to ask you about it, to make some crack about him finding your panties in his room, but he never spoke a word of it.

You stifle a nervous laugh, “yeah that night was crazy.”

“yeah no shit, Wayne’s still mad that I ruined his cowboy boots.”

You smack his chest with the keys, laughing at the memory of his white ass and wild hair running down the dirt road, wearing only Wayne’s boots and his cowboy hat to cover his dignity, the first dare of the night, “c’mon, Munson, I’ll race ya.”

The day flew by, people came from all around to shove their asses into the metal seats of the rides you and Eddie were in charge of.

Kids of all ages ate melty ice cream and got their faces painted into princesses, witches, pumpkins and spooky ghouls and goblins.

Eddie’s little gaggle of DnD buddies from high school ran through the carnival like they owned the place. Hootin’ and hollerin’ making themselves look like a bunch of assholes, and you wondered if he sometimes missed that part of being in school.

Steve and Robin were fending off Erica Sinclair and her many attempts at getting free samples, but realizing if they did give her what she wanted, they’d run out of ice cream and have to close up earlier than expected. Erica Sinclair would later leave the carnival with a sugar high and a stomach ache.

Argyle gave away the giant stuffed bear on the first ring toss game, earning him a psychotic look from Creel and whiny kids all day not having anything to look forward to when they won, but nothing a few coupons to Surfer Boy Pizza wouldn’t fix when the parents got involved. Nancy was almost in tears at the way Argyle didn’t follow the rules and his dude-like approach to the day's events.

—

Robin was in a mood, her normal chaotic rambling mouth self was eerily quiet today. An abnormality for the freckled face girl. And Steve was doing what any normal best friend would; hounding her on what the hell was going on.

“Drop it pretty boy, I mean it I am fine!” She tossed the ice cream scoop back into the carton container and slammed the freezer door, huffing and lighting a cigarette.

He saw the way her demeanor changed when Vickie showed up to the carnival with her boyfriend. The same boyfriend who Vickie had promised Robin that she had dumped months beforehand.

Steve watched as Robin’s eyes flashed with hurt and anger as Vickie sauntered up to the Scoops Ahoy booth, no look of guilt or shame anywhere on her porcelain features, she acted completely oblivious to Robin’s behavior, like she had never even met her before.

“She’s a bitch Robin,” Steve jabbed, hooking a thumb over his shoulder and wiggling his keys, "I'll go run her over with my car right now if that’d make you feel better.”

She had to admit, watching the light leave Vickie’s eyes might make her feel better. The crushing of her bones would play like a symphony in her head. She wanted her to hurt just as much as she was right now.

“Nah,” Robin says shaking her head, “not worth it, let’s just get day drunk instead, or better yet,” she pushed her ass onto the counter, and swung her hips out to the opening, her long legs hitting the dirt and crunching beneath her converse, “is Argyle still working games with Nance?”

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“That’s what I’m sayin’ man, fuckin’ aliens and shit,” Argyle says with blood shot eyes, “this town, it’s crawlin with em, you’re not one of them are you, Byers?”

Argyle was on one of his many pot induced tangents about aliens and monsters. It was hard to tell if he was just high or if he truly believed in multi dimensional beings that walked the same paths we did but were hidden from us by the government.

“I think,” Jonathan says, adjusting his camera around his neck and holding it to eye level, “that you spend too much time with Munson,” he angled the camera just right and snapped the shutter button. Capturing candids of kids throwing softballs at steel milk jugs set into a triangle.

Argyle wipes his upper lip and throws a braided lengthy lock behind his shoulder, “and how do you know Eddie is wrong? M-Maybe Dungeons & Dragons is real. And the dice is like, the days we have left,” his eyes widen further as he licks at his lips absentmindedly, rambling on, “Eddie’s putting us all into little situations, so he’s like a- a god or a master! Like figurines and shit…”

Jonathan tries his best to drown out Argyle’s stoned ‘epiphanies’ knowing all too well the rabbit hole he’d fall down and wouldn't be able to see the light of day until the lasting effects of purple palm tree delight subsided.

Argyle’s eyes go wide, “…yeah I hope I got a long sword or something, I’ll definitely need it.”

“DnD isn’t real,” Jonathan huffs in annoyance, “it’s a fantasy game, one designed to make you think outside of normal everyday life, at least that’s what Will says.”

“Will the Wise,” Robin calls from behind them, her long fingers tangled in her hair, trying to put her short cut into two little ponytails, “isn’t that what they call him?”

Jonathan nods, “yeah, yeah it is.” A smile of appreciation on his face, “how’s ice cream going? I saw Vickie… sorry.”

“Love that kid, and yeah that’s why I’m here, need to forget,” she says leaning against the softball toss, the toe of sneaker catching the knee of Argyle’s colorful pants, her forefinger and thumb up to her lips, “you carrying today or do I actually have to pay Munson?”

“Nah little birdy, I’m all out,” Argyle says with eyelids half closed, “but I heard Rick’s runnin’ some new shit, kinda psychedelic like.”

—

By six in the afternoon, Eddie was crabby and ready for Steve to take over. His hair was sweaty and a bandana was tied around his head. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing off his muscles and the tattoos on his arms.

“Take it easy with this shit, ‘m serious,” Eddie says passing Robin the joint and pocketing the cash, “we saw some weird shit last night after smoking, just go to the woods or somethin where no one will see you.”

Robins fingers clasp the paper of the joint and hold it into a loose fist, she bows and salutes Eddie, “Aye aye cap’n, I promise, I’ll be good.”

He watched her leave and shook his head. He didn’t know the entire ins and outs of Robin’s relationship with Vickie, but he knew enough that Robin was hurt more than she was happy, and he felt bad for her.

At least Robin was brave enough to be her true self. Eddie couldn’t even tell the girl he had a crush on for years that he liked her.

“These kids are fucking assholes,” he said to you when you brought him a lemonade and bummed him a smoke, “yeah I’m talking to you Mayfield, shouldn’t even be on this ride with two broken arms but what the hell do I know?”

The redhead flipped him a double bird and yelled out, fucker! as her basket on the Zipper spun faster and faster.

“Were we like this sophomore year?” Eddie asks you around a puff of smoke.

“Oh absolutely not,” you said matter of factly, “we were worse.” A smile breaks from your lips and Eddie returns it, only his crinkled out your favorite dimple.

“Fuck man,” he exhaled, hitting a random button on the ride, and raising his eyebrows when it beeped back at him and shook the baskets loudly, “this whole town still thinks I did that shit to Higgin’s dog.”

It wasn’t a secret what had happened. And as much as everyone swore it was Eddie who did that heinous crime, he was with you that night, stealing cartons of cigarettes from the gas station while the attendant was busy trying to get your number and look down your shirt.

You knew Eddie was innocent but the town wasn’t convinced, even Wayne questioned him for a while about it. But Eddie wouldn’t squeal on you, knowing that you were just as guilty as he was, and he wouldn’t tarnish your squeaky clean reputation. Not even to save himself.

“We know the truth, and that’s what matters,” you breathe, stealing the cigarette from his hands and placing it into your mouth.

Eddie shakes his head, “yeah I know, just wish we knew who did do it.”

“Ri runno Raggy,” you said using your best Scooby Doo impression, “rits a rystery.”

Eddie chuckles and shows you his dimples again, a pretty blush painted on his cheeks, “you can always get me to laugh, even when I’m pissed the fuck off at some little shits.”

He plucks the rest of the cigarette from your lips and takes the last drag between his thumb and forefinger before flicking it off into the dirt.

He brushes an eyelash from your cheek with his knuckle, and he holds it there for a bit, unconsciously licks at his lips, “That’s why you’re my favorite,” he admits for the one hundredth time, but it still felt good to hear. Still made your stomach somersault and the glittery butterflies flutter.

Before you can say anything the kids on Eddie’s ride start screaming to get off, having been spinning upside down for over the time limit. Satan’s door according to Creel.

“Shit,” he mutters before turning the ride down, the heat on your cheeks and the burn from his finger still there.

—

“c’mon I know you wanna,” the clink of his flask unscrewing followed by the chugging slurp from his throat burned her ears, but not more than the red pock marks on her forearm from his cigarette ashes.

She didn’t want to lose him, she knew how lucky she was that he tolerated her and kept her around. After all he only fucked the other girls to piss off their boyfriends. But she meant something to him. Right?

“Are you sure no one will see us?” She was used to the thrill of being with Billy, mistaking the fight or flight feeling for adoration, the crazed look in his eye for lust.

He was everything all the other guys in Hawkins were not. A legendary bad boy. All leather jackets and tight jeans, the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen, a fast car that smelled of musky cologne, cigarettes and sex on Friday nights.

He had shown her things only seen in movies, hickied her up in spots that only he would see, and fucked her in places that would make Satan himself jealous.

Heather Holloway was completely wrapped up in everything Billy Hargrove brought to the table, only to be leaving starved for more.

“Who fuckin’ cares,” he grunts, lighting a cigarette and blowing it towards the orange painted sky, “ain’t nothin’ they haven’t seen before.”

She obeyed like she always did, a simple okay Billy and she was on her knees in the soft upturned soil, nothing but a single row of pale yellowing corn stalks behind her, rustling against the breeze and knocking against one another in a broken violin screech.

She adjusts her dark curls away from her face, and waits with an eager mouth for what he has to offer. The teeth of his zipper purr as he undoes his pants, holding a thick meaty cock up to her pretty lipgloss smile.

He’s putty in her hands, rocking his hips up to shove himself further into her mouth, and he groans when he falls into her wet throat.

Fuck Heather, that’s it.

He doesn’t hear the scraping of the corn leaves on a quiet shoulder, or the way the dirt crumbles underneath footsteps. He’s high above it, drunk on the feel of his dick in Heather's mouth, and the slight graze of her teeth against his shaft.

The blade is dull, taking much effort to slice through the muscles of Billy’s back and angling upwards beneath his ribs into his lungs.

Billy gags and gurgles on his own blood, noises that could be easily mistaken for pleasure. The knife is unsheathed and slid across Billy’s throat in a fluid motion spilling claret colored blood down the front of his shirt, he’s dead before he hits the ground.

Heather is frozen with fear, she lets out a scream that’s stopped cold by the blade puncturing her temple, her lifeless body falling to the soft ground with a thud.

The blade is wiped clean. Any blood splatters are left on the mask and hidden in the tree line, their lifeless bodies are stuffed further into the corn maze, vacant expressions on their cold faces.

—

“… Jesus Christ.”

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

Standing 10 feet tall and brandishing slick, gray translucent skin, the flower head shaped monster screeched at the sight and smell of blood pumping, racing.

“Exactly how he described, I can't believe the tunnel leads here.”

“The tunnels are all over Hawkins, he designed it, just like they said he would. Now c’mon, sun is about to set and I need help figuring out this code, son-of-a-bitch wrote it like a damn puzzle.”

—

Eddie wasn’t kidding, the strain was powerful. Robin was walking in a dream land of brownie covered ground and licorice grass. She was seeing things; beautiful, ominous, things she wouldn’t be able to describe.

And she knew she was high when she heard a high pitch scream from the corn field on her right— damn this shit was good.

Her face was sticky and so were her hands, the sky spun above her as she laid flat on the cake bed ground, watching the tangerine soda sky as it shifted above her like a kaleidoscope.

But no matter how many times she blinked her eyes, one piece of the dream never blurred away. A figure standing straight in the air below a tree branch.

Upon further eye squinting, Robin realized she recognized it to be someone she knew very well.

She had seen those eyes before. She had felt those hands on her skin. And the gold ring on the delicate middle finger looked way too familiar to just be a coincidence.

But there wasn’t any way that this could be real, just a prop for a good gag right, or the everlasting effect of the funny smelling joint from Eddie.

Because why was Vickie standing stone still..? With a large knotted necklace around her pretty neck, covered in red paint, and why wasn’t she moving?

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Off The Menu - Lee Heeseung (Chapter 3)

genre: angst, fluff, slow-ish burn, eventual smut!! (you’re responsible for what you consume, read at your own risk)

warnings: everything is consensual!! frequent talk of anxiety/self doubt, extremely suggestive phone calls, douchey/iffy male behavior, slight sadism??, purposeful gagging?, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, food play, don't wanna spoil too much though ;)

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Chapter 3: “A man is still a man no matter what age.”

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As promised, you texted Heeseung once you reached your dorm. You were fully aware that it had only been 2 hours since you’d seen him, but you couldn’t help how excited you felt. Butterflies flooded your stomach as you thought about the special moment you had just shared with him. He’d forever hold the title of being your first time. You knew you would never forget how he felt against you, how impactful his words were, and how delicate each of his ministrations were.

As you waited for Heeseung's response, you couldn't help but replay the events of the night in your head. You felt a sense of comfort and reassurance knowing that Heeseung felt the same way you did, and that the two of you were on the same page.

You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through your phone and watching some TV, but your mind kept wandering back to the incredible night you had just experienced with him. Your roommate occasionally glanced at you from her phone, raising her eyebrow but not questioning you. You couldn't believe how perfect he had been, and how much he had made you feel loved and desired.

You replayed the events of the night in your head, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at how perfect everything had been. You had never felt more alive and connected to someone than you did with Heeseung.

You knew that the two of you weren't close geographically, but you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special between you. You texted him once again, letting him know how much you had enjoyed spending time with him and how much you were looking forward to seeing him as soon as you finished your finals.

But to your surprise, you still had no response. In no way were you trying to make it seem as though you were waiting on him to respond, you only had hoped that he was still by his phone. Though, it was really late at night and he probably had work in the morning.

You waited for Heeseung's response, you started to feel a bit anxious. You hoped that he was okay and that he wasn't ignoring you. You tried not to let your mind wander too far, reminding yourself that he might be busy or asleep. However, despite your efforts to distract yourself, you found yourself checking your phone every few minutes, hoping to see a message from him. But as time passed, you still hadn't received a response. You started to feel a knot form in your stomach, wondering if maybe you had said or done something wrong. You tried to push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that it was late and he might just be asleep.

Eventually, you decided to put your phone down and try to get some sleep. You knew that you had finals coming up and that you needed to focus on studying. But as you lay in bed, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in your chest.

Did he genuinely mean it when you’d see him again? How soon was he talking? Yes, it was late, but surely he wasn’t asleep already. Plus, it was a Saturday night, how early does a 22 year old man sleep? Surely not that early. You’d think he’d be waiting around for a text from you.

You started to second-guess yourself, wondering if you had said or done something wrong. You couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he wasn't as interested in you as you had thought. In the back of your mind, doubt plagued your consciousness as you began to think about if he had only seen you as a quick hook up. You admit, you didn’t think you’d give it up so quickly. But, you felt drawn to him. In no way had you ever had the intention of being apart of the hook up culture as you knew you didn’t have the emotional stability for it…so you hoped that he took your guyses night together as an act of trust and intimacy, not just sex.

Despite your doubts and insecurities, you tried to stay positive and give Heeseung the benefit of the doubt. You reminded yourself that you had a strong connection with him and that he had shown genuine interest in getting to know you.

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As you woke up the next day and checked your phone, you were disappointed to see that you still had no message from Heeseung. You couldn't understand why he hadn't responded, and your anxiety started to build.

You tried to push aside the thoughts that he might not be interested in you, but it was hard to ignore the fact that he hadn't responded for so long. You started to wonder if maybe he had just been looking for a quick hook-up and had lost interest once he got what he wanted.

Your Sunday was spent in your room, trying to distract yourself from him. You had one more week, which meant 3 more exams before winter break would come. Ningning came to your room later on in the day and brought you lunch. She situated herself on your empty roommate's bed and dug into her sushi, “Finals are literally killing me, girl.”

You nodded, closing your laptop and opening the container of sushi.

“I have a final in organic chemistry and I’m mentally preparing myself to get an F. I can’t remember any of the curriculum, there’s no more space in my brain. I’m done.” You sighed, eating a mouthful of your food.

“Y/N, you’re smart. You’ll do fine. You and I both know that everytime you feel like you’re going to fail, you always get an A.” She said.

Just before you responded to her, your phone vibrated. You glanced down at it as your stomach dropped, praying that it was Heeseung but also not wanting to appear desperate.

You ate another bite of your food, attempting to ignore the presence of the notification on your phone, but you couldn’t help yourself…so you picked up your phone to open the text. It was Heeseung indeed.

His text was so dry compared to how he usually talked…or maybe you were just overthinking it. You got up to walk into the shared living room and saw your roommates all on the couch. You walked out of the dorms and found yourself walking around campus as you dialed his number.

Please pick up…please. You thought to yourself, pacing. Finally, it stopped ringing.

“Y/N, hey.” You heard his voice. You took a deep breath, feeling a weight lifted from your shoulders at the soft sound of his voice.

“Heeseung, hi, how are you? I feel like it’s been so long since we talked.” You told him, anxiously laughing.

“I’m good, how about you? How’s school?” He asked.

“School is…stressful. I have finals for this next week but then I’ll be on winter break! I won’t complain about it.” You told him, “Did you have work last night?”

“No, I didn’t.” You could hear a smile in his voice, “Were you waiting on me to text you back?”

You chuckled softly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Maybe...I was just wondering how you were doing," you admitted.

"I'm doing well, thank you for showing concern, Y/N,” Heeseung replied, his voice taking on a slightly flirtatious tone. "And don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you."

“That’s nice to hear…” You huffed, feeling the tension in your chest loosen up, “Maybe we can hang out again? I’m free this weekend. Are you?”

Heeseung's voice sounded even more flirtatious as he replied, "I'm always free for you, Y/N. What do you have in mind?"

“I'm not sure. There’s this bakery I’ve been wanting to try that opened in LA. Do you think you could meet me there?” You asked him.

“Most definitely. What day would you like to do that?” He asked.

“Friday night works for me.” You said, “Fresh out of my last final. I’m sure I’ll be thankful to end the day by seeing you.”

Heeseung let out a chuckle on the other end of the line, and you could picture him smiling to himself. "I'll be there, Y/N. And I'll make sure to have a sweet surprise for you when we meet."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation at Heeseung's promise of a sweet surprise. It made you wonder what he had up his sleeve. "Ooh, now you've got me curious," you replied, a smile forming on your lips.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" He teased, “It will be worth the wait, I promise.”

“Can’t you give me a hint? I hate surprises.” You whined, taking a seat on a nearby bench.

Heeseung paused for a moment, as if contemplating your request. "Hmm, okay, I'll give you a little hint. It involves something sweet, but it's not just any ordinary dessert."

Your curiosity piqued at his words. "What do you mean by 'not just any ordinary dessert'?"

Heeseung laughed softly. "Let's just say that it's something that's not commonly found in your everyday bakery. And it's something that I think you'll really enjoy."

You groaned, a hint of frustration in your voice. "Is it some type of food?"

Sensing your impatience, he replied, "No, Y/N. It's not food."

You felt a sense of relief and curiosity at his words. "Then what is it?"

Heeseung's voice took on a more sensual tone as he replied, "Let's just say it's something that will appeal to all of your senses. Something that will make you feel good, look good, and even smell good.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. It seemed like Heeseung was really putting effort into making your date special, and it made you feel desired and wanted.

"Okay, now you've really got me intrigued," you said, feeling a sense of excitement.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re such a nosey little baby. Can’t you wait a few days? It’ll be worth it.” He said.

You couldn't help but laugh at Heeseung's teasing tone. It seemed like he was enjoying keeping you in suspense.

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As the conversation came to an end, you both made plans to meet at the bakery on Friday night. You hung up the phone feeling giddy with excitement, wondering what Heeseung had in store for you. The next day, you completed your organic chem final. It was a major pain in the ass trying to figure out the simple things such as balancing equations as it had been so long since you’d done such. Other than that, it was pretty straight forward and you ended the day off by eating in the dining hall with your roommate Yunjin.

She wiped her mouth as she ate a mouthful of rice, “I meant to ask you the other night what you were pacing around the room for.”

You raised your eyebrow, “When was I pacing? Was it when I was studying?”

“Dunno. You tell me.” She shrugged.

“I was stressed the hell out over my chem final. I hate chemistry.” You whined, “I absolutely hate it.”

“Totally wasn’t chemistry because you kept looking at your phone.” She laughed, “I’m calling bullshit.”

You awkwardly smiled and rubbed your temples, “Girl…”

“What?” She coaxed, “Don’t tell me a guy is stressing you out.”

“Well I mean, I’m not stressed anymore! He and I are good…I’m pretty sure.” You told her.

She rolled her eyes, “Guys are such a waste of time. None of them are going to take you seriously in college; Literal waste of energy.”

“Okay, but he’s different. He’s already graduated.” You told her.

Yunjin raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "Graduated? So, he's older than you?”

You nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Yeah, he's a few years older. But that's not a big deal, right?" Your mind reminiscenced on your time spent with him, causing you to smile"His name is Heeseung, and he's amazing. We're even going on a date Friday."

She placed her chopsticks down, “Where’d you meet him?”

“You know how I was gone over the weekend? Ningning and I went to Malibu for a small little vacation and I met him at a restaurant…he was our waiter.” You told her.

“So what? You just started texting him through instagram or something?” She asked.

“No,” You began, “I gave him my number and he texted me later on that night…and then we went out to breakfast together. He’s honestly so sweet, I’m glad I shot my shot…”

“So you think that just because you guys went to breakfast together…that he’s going to take you seriously?” She asked, squinting her eyes ahead at you.

“Well, why wouldn’t he? He’s older…more mature than I am. I don’t think he’s going to be playing games at 22…” You trailed off, pondering whether or not you’d admit the full story to her.

She shrugged, “A man is still a man no matter what age.”

“Okay well…I slept with him…before I left.” You told her.

Her eyes widened, “But I thought you were a virgin?”

“I was…until Saturday night.” You told her. “It was fully consensual, I wanted it. He was so sweet during it too. I’ve heard horror stories about other people’s first times but it honestly felt good. I keep thinking about it. That’s how memorable it was.”

Yunjin's expression was one of shock and surprise as you finished telling her about your weekend with Heeseung. She sat there for a moment, not saying anything, as if she was processing the information.

Finally, she spoke. "I mean, congratulations for cumming on your first time and everything, but...sleeping with a guy you just met? On your first time, at that?"

You felt a sense of defensiveness rising up in you at Yunjin's words. "It's not just about that, Yunjin. Heeseung and I have a connection. And it was my choice to sleep with him. I don't regret it."

Yunjin nodded, looking a bit more understanding. "I get that, Y/N. And I'm not judging you for it. I just want to make sure that you're being safe and making the right choices for yourself."

You smiled, feeling grateful for your friend's concern. "I am being safe, Yunjin. And I appreciate your support."

“Did you guys use protection?” She asked, folding up her trash.

“No…he pulled out. That’s fine, right?” You asked her.

She licked her lips, “Hm, I suppose it’s okay but it’s not a foolproof method. I recommend getting on some birth control if you plan on seeing him continuously.”

You nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed that you hadn't thought of that beforehand. "Yeah, you're right. I should probably look into that."

Yunjin smiled, looking relieved. "Good. And also, don't forget to get tested regularly for STIs. It's important to take care of your sexual health."

You felt a sense of gratitude towards Yunjin for looking out for you. "Thanks.. I appreciate your advice and concern. I’ll look into it."

You both walked back to the dorms together and you consciously reminded yourself to meet with your doctor soon.

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The next day, you got up and took your second to last final in sociology 1. It was pretty easy, actually. You sped through it with ease and turned it in, finding your way back to your seat to text Heeseung.

“almost done with finals…wyd? missing you~” - You

Again, no immediate response. You knew that he was bound to not respond right away but you couldn’t help but hope he would. Class ended, you made your way back to your dorm. Another day, another boring night spent in your dorm.

As you waited for a response from Heeseung, you tried to distract yourself by browsing through social media and catching up on some TV shows. But your mind kept drifting back to him and the weekend you had spent together.

“Earth to Y/N.” A voice called. You looked up from your phone and saw Yunjin staring at you with her hands out, “Did you hear what I said?”

“No, what’d you say?” You asked, placing your phone down.

“I asked if you want to go out with me and some friends. I have an extra ticket to a concert tonight.” She said, jumping up from her bed.

“Um, no thank you. Have fun though.” You said.

“You should get out of the dorm. You’re going to rot away in here waiting on that grown ass man to contact you.” She said.

You felt a bit embarrassed by Yunjin's comment, but you knew that she was just looking out for you. "I know, you're right. But I just can't stop thinking about him."

She took a deep breath, “Look, love you to the moon and back, so I’m just gong to be honest with you. Okay?”

You nodded, “Alright.”

“He’s 22, living in MALIBU of all places, and he, correct me if I’m wrong, takes a long time to respond to you. Doesn’t that seem weird to you? I’m an avid believer of if he wanted to, he would.” She said.

Discomfort and defensiveness rose up in you at Yunjin's words. "I mean, he's just busy with work and stuff. And he's not always on his phone.” You told her, “I’m just anxious for no reason.”

Yunjin gave you a sympathetic look. "Cute, but you deserve someone who is willing to put in the effort and time for you. And if he's not doing that, maybe you should ground yourself and think about if he’s worth the stress."

"I appreciate your concern, Yunjin. But he's worth the stress to me. We have a real connection." On one hand, you knew that Yunjin was right and that you deserve someone who would make you a priority. On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel attached to Heeseung. “I’ll go with you to the concert. I need some fresh air anyway.”

“Yasss,” She cheered, “That’s the Y/N I know.”

As you got ready to go out with Yunjin and her friends, you couldn't help but think about what she had said. Maybe she was right, and maybe it was time to start considering what you really wanted in a relationship. But for now, you just wanted to have some fun and take your mind off things.

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The concert you attended was nice. It was a band you were unfamiliar with but it was worth the time spent going to see it. In the end, you all decided to match with black dresses and red lipstick. It was fun, energetic, just what you needed. The part that sucked was that you found yourself needing to physically escape from stressful situations and you didn’t want to make a habit out of that.

You all settled down at a nearby restaurant; Finney’s Crafthouse. You’d heard good things about it, therefore you were excited to try it.

You, Yunjin, Alexa, and Karina all ordered multiple entrees and talked about random stuff. You couldn't help but feel grateful for their company. The concert had been just what you needed to take your mind off things, and now the conversation and relaxed atmosphere at the restaurant was a welcome distraction.

The food arrived, and you all dug in, enjoying the delicious flavors and the pleasant ambiance of the place. As you chatted and laughed with your friends, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness.

But at the same time, you were aware of the nagging feeling in the back of your mind, the feeling that you were trying to escape from something. You didn't want to make a habit out of needing to physically escape from stressful situations, and you knew that you had to face your problems head on.

“So,” Yunjin began, clearing her throat, “I was hoping you could tell all of us about this mystery guy from Malibu. Multiple opinions are sometimes better than just one biased opinion, yeah?”

You slowly nodded. Alexa placed her arm around your shoulder as you began to explain how you met Heeseung. You took a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous about sharing your personal life with your friends. But you knew that Yunjin, Alexa, and Karina were all close to you and had your best interests at heart.

“I met Heeseung in Malibu a few days ago. He was the waiter for Ningning and I…and I could tell he was flirting with me in the very beginning . I gained the confidence to give him my number, he texted me, we met up the next morning for breakfast; Went for a walk on the beach later on but I had to leave because Ningning and I only planned on staying for a day so…yeah. I WAS going to go straight to the hotel but…I didn’t…and I slept with him…gave him my vcard and stuff. Now, I’ve been talking to him a bit since then but he takes a really long time to respond but when he does respond, it’s always flirty and…it makes my stomach get butterflies so it’s hard to stay mad at him.”

When you finished explaining your situation with Heeseung to your friends, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. It was good to get it all out in the open, and to have the support and perspective of your friends.

Alexa looked thoughtful. "Okay, so he's a bit flaky with responding to your messages. But when he does respond, it makes you feel good. Do you think he's worth the stress and uncertainty?"

You took a moment to think about it. "I don't know. Part of me thinks that maybe it's just his personality to be a bit nonchalant and not always on his phone. But another part of me wonders if he's not as interested in me as I am in him."

Yunjin gave you a sympathetic look. "Like I said, you deserve someone who is willing to make you a priority and put in the effort. Maybe it's time to have a serious conversation with him about where things are going before you lead yourself on."

Karina nodded, “Yeah, yeah. What does he look like? Is he cute?”

You couldn't help but chuckle at Karina's question, feeling grateful for the lighthearted moment amidst the serious conversation. "Yes, he's very cute," you replied, “I don’t have any photos though.”

Alexa took her phone out, “His name is Heeseung, you say? Malibu?”

You nodded, “Yes, and yes.”

She tapped her phone a few times, then showed you all an instagram account. “Found him.”

You felt a bit surprised and embarrassed that Alexa had managed to find Heeseung's Instagram account so easily, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. You leaned over to get a better look at the pictures on her phone, taking in Heeseung's handsome features and the stunning views of Malibu in the background.

"He's even cuter than I remember," you commented, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you.

“Yeah, he’s super cute…” Karina agreed. “I’m jealous, lowkey.”

Yunjin gave you a knowing look. "Okay, enough about his looks. Let's focus on what really matters: whether or not he's willing to make you a priority."

You nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards your friends for keeping you grounded and focused on what really mattered. "You're right, Yunjin. I need to have a serious conversation with him about where things are going."

Alexa gave you a reassuring smile. "And we're here to support you every step of the way, Y/N. You deserve someone who is willing to make you a priority and put in the effort."

You felt a sense of comfort and reassurance at her words, knowing that you had the support of your friends as you navigate your way through this complicated situation with Heeseung. Maybe it was time to start thinking about what you really wanted in a relationship, and what you were willing to accept. But for now, you were content to just enjoy the company of your friends and the restaurant around you.

The night prolonged on further and you found yourself in a car with all of them on the way back to campus.

Your phone vibrated; FINALLY! He texted you back!

You felt a sense of excitement and nervousness as you saw Heeseung's name appear on your phone screen. You quickly opened the message, eager to see what he had to say.

“Just got off work.” - heeseung <3

That’s all he had to say? It’d been an entirety of 10 hours since you texted him, and he didn’t even have the nerve to give you the same energy that you’d given him?

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and rational. Maybe he was just tired or busy, and didn't have the energy to send a more thoughtful message. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel like you deserved more effort and attention from someone you were interested in. Your friend's words stuck to you like a thread, and you were unable to shake the feeling of frustration.

As you sat in the car with your friends, your mind raced with thoughts about your situation with Heeseung. You couldn't help but feel like you deserved more effort and attention from him, especially after sleeping with him and giving him your virginity.

Alexa noticed the look on your face and placed a hand on your arm. "Hey, you okay?"

You nodded your head, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. “I’m okay!”

You stared down at his text, deciding not to respond in the end. It was late at night. You were aware that he got off work late, but surely he had breaks throughout his job. He couldn’t even be bothered with responding to you throughout the day. Was this some joke to him?

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You and Yunjin made your way back to your shared room. She decided to sleep in her dress as she was exhausted but you chose to shower and rinse your face off.

You placed your phone on the charger and finished up some last minute studying for your last final.

Once again, your phone vibrated. You knew it was him, it couldn’t have been anyone but him. How come he could text you almost a day later, but once you waited a few hours, he double texted? You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and rational. Maybe he had a good reason for not responding earlier, or maybe he was just busy. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel like you deserved more effort and attention from someone you were interested in.

You picked up your phone and opened his text.

“I heard this song on the radio while I drove home; Reminded me of you. Check it out :)” - heeseung <3

You clicked on the link he sent you and it took you to youtube; “Wet Dreamz” by J.Cole played from your phone. You listened to it, reading the lyrics.

As you listened to the song and read the lyrics, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, you were touched that Heeseung had thought of you and wanted to share something that reminded him of you. On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel frustrated and confused about where things were going between you two.

The song seemed to be about a guy's sexual fantasies and desires, and while you could appreciate the artistry of the music, you couldn't help but wonder if Heeseung was trying to send you a message about what he was looking for in a relationship.

You decided to respond, trying to keep your tone neutral.

“nice. why’d u think ab me when you heard it?” - You

As you waited for his response, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness and apprehension; Maybe he was just sharing the song with you because he liked it, or maybe he was trying to send you a subtle message about only viewing you for sex.

He read your text, sending a laughing emoji back.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? So curious, always asking questions. So cute.” - heeseung <3

You smiled at his text. It was nice to see that he still found ways to make you laugh, even in the midst of your concerns and uncertainties about where things were going between you two.

“heeseunggg tell me what u mean pls…” - You

He read your text, then sent, “Call me and I’ll tell you over the phone.”

As quickly as you had read his text, you called him and walked out of the room.

He answered, “Well well well. Here we are again.”

“Heeseung, I’ve literally been counting down the days for Friday. I’m so excited.” You cheesed, making your way to the dorm commons.

Heeseung replied with a small laugh, “Mmm, I had a feeling. It’ll be nice to see that beautiful smile of yours in person again.”

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks flush at his words, feeling a sense of warmth and affection towards him. Maybe there was a chance for something more meaningful between you two, and maybe this weekend would be the start of something special.

“You’re such a little sap.” You told him, “So obsessed with me!”

Heeseung laughed at your words, his voice still carrying that flirty tone.

“Only for you.” You couldn't help but smile at Heeseung's response, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment. It was nice to hear him express his feelings so openly and honestly. You heard him sigh on the other end , “I’ve got to tell you something, Y/N.”

“What is it?” You asked him.

“I’ve been thinking about you lately. Been thinking about your smile, your laugh, everything.” He said, “It’s only been a few days since I’ve seen you but it feels like a century.”

“Aw, Heeseung, wow…” You whined, feeling vulnerable, “That means a lot…can I admit something to you?”

“Of course you can.” He said.

You slowly nodded, “I’ve been overthinking a lot…about you. I understand that you work a lot, and I truly don’t know what it’s like to have a job so I apologize if this comes off as needy…but I was just wondering why it takes you all day to respond? Like, I don’t want to bother you throughout your day so is there a specific time I should text you?”

As you finished voicing your concerns to Heeseung, there was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. You could hear him taking a deep breath, as if considering his response.

“Ah, I see. Well, Y/N, you’re welcome to text me at any time of the day. I love seeing your texts in my notifications.” He said.

“Really? You don’t mind?” You asked, “So if I call you tomorrow at a random time, you’ll pick up?”

“I wouldn't mind at all," Heeseung replied, his voice carrying a warm and reassuring tone. "And if you call me at a random time, I'll pick up. Just for you, I’ll make sure my ringer is always on. Just for my special girl.”

You couldn't help but feel relieved and grateful at Heeseung's response. It was reassuring to know that he was open to communicating with you and that he valued your messages and calls. You smiled, feeling a sense of closeness and connection with him.

As you asked Heeseung what he meant by calling you his "special girl," he responded with a low chuckle. "What do you think I meant, Y/N? You’re the main girl that's been on my mind lately."

You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. "Is that so?" you replied with a coy smile. "What do you think about when you think about me?"

Heeseung's voice lowered to a husky whisper. "Oh, I think about a lot of things, Y/N. I think about the way your lips feel against mine, the way your body feels pressed against mine..." he trailed off, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but at the same time, you couldn't deny the feeling of desire that was building inside you. "Heeseung, you're making me blush," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung chuckled again. "I like making you blush, Y/N. It's one of my favorite things to do. Maybe I'll have to do it more often."

You felt a surge of heat between your thighs at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of being with him. "Maybe you should," you replied, your voice low and sultry.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and you could hear Heeseung's breathing becoming more ragged. "Y/N, you're killing me," he said, his voice husky. "Missing you so bad right now..."

You felt a surge of desire wash over you at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. "Well, maybe you'll get your chance soon," you said, your voice dripping with innuendo.

Heeseung let out a low groan. "God, Y/N. You're driving me crazy. I can't wait to see you this weekend. I'm going to make sure we have plenty of time alone."

Your stomach turned in arousal at his words, and you felt sweat beading on the surface of your skin.

“Heeseung, are you alone right now?” You asked him.

Heeseung's breathing became even more ragged at your question. "Yes, I'm alone," he replied, his voice thick with desire. "Why do you ask?"

A mischievous grin spread across your face as you replied, “Well, are you at home?”

"Yes, I am," Heeseung replied, his voice filled with curiosity. "Why?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of boldness wash over you. "Because I want to say something bad…" you said, your voice low and sultry. "Something really, really bad."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then you heard Heeseung let out a low chuckle. "Well, now you've got me curious, Y/N," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "What do you want to say?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a surge of excitement and desire. “It’s pointless to say. You’re too far away to do anything about it.”

Heeseung let out a disappointed sigh. "Oh, Y/N. You can't just leave me hanging like that," he said, his voice filled with longing. "What did you want to say?"

You laughed softly, feeling a sense of playfulness. "I'll save it for when you're here with me," you replied, feeling a sense of anticipation building inside you.

Heeseung let out a low groan. "Y/N, you're driving me crazy," he said, his voice thick with lust. “I’ll be counting down the hours till Friday.”

You smiled to yourself, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "I'm looking forward to it too, Heeseung," you replied, your voice filled with excitement. "We're going to have so much fun."

Heeseung hummed softly.

You began, “I’ll let you go to sleep,” you told him. “It’s late, I know you’ve been at work all day. Call me whenever you get a chance, I’ll be here.”

Heeseung let out a grateful sigh. "Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate it," he said, his voice filled with exhaustion. "I'll definitely call you as soon as I can. Goodnight, and sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Heeseung," you replied, your voice filled with warmth. "Sleep well and take care of yourself."

As you hung up the phone, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew that this was just the beginning of a new and exciting chapter in your relationship with Heeseung, and you couldn't wait to see where it would take you. With a smile on your face, you got ready for bed, feeling a sense of happiness and anticipation for what was to come.

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The next day was pretty bland. No exams throughout the day so it was pretty chill. You left class early to grab lunch with your study group in social psych to prepare for a final exam on Friday. You spent the afternoon discussing key concepts and theories with your group, finding that studying with others helped you understand the material better. By the time the evening rolled around, you felt a sense of accomplishment and confidence, knowing that you were better prepared for the upcoming exam.

Though you were waiting on Heeseung’s call, you felt a sense of calmness. The intimate call you two shared the night before left you feeling more drawn to him. You knew that he worked throughout the day. You passed the time by catching up on some reading, watching your favorite show, and chatting with friends. As the evening wore on, you couldn't help but check your phone every few minutes, hoping for a call or a text from Heeseung.

Unfortunately, the night continued to carry on and you found yourself dozing off as the clock showed 2 am. You had classes in less than 5 hours, and you needed all the sleep you could get as you had a practice test in social psych, so you allowed yourself to fall asleep in the empty room.

But your phone rang in the middle of you attempting to sleep, so you groggily reached for it, feeling pure exhaustion. It was Heeseung on the other end, and you answered it.

"Hey Heeseung, how are you?" you asked, trying to stifle a yawn.

Heeseung's voice was filled with warmth and excitement. "Hey Y/N, sorry to call so late. I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to bed," he said, his voice filled with affection.

You felt a surge of happiness wash over you at his words. "No need to apologize, Heeseung. I'm glad you called," you replied. “How was work?”

“Same old, same old.” He yawned.

“Do you live alone? I meant to ask you a long time ago.” You said.

Heeseung let out a tired chuckle. "Yeah, I do live alone. But now that you mention it, I wouldn't mind some company. How about you come over and keep me company?" he said in a flirtatious tone.

You laughed, “Please, I wish. You know we live too far away from each other.” you told him. “Only one more day till we see each other. You can wait.”

Heeseung let out a playful sigh. "You're right, Y/N. But a guy can dream, can't he?" he said, his voice still laced with flirtatiousness.

You couldn't help but giggle at his response. "Of course he can. And who knows, maybe one day we won't live so far away from each other," you replied, feeling a little flirty yourself.

Heeseung's voice was filled with warmth and affection. "I like the sound of that, Y/N. You always know how to make me smile," he said, his voice filled with fondness.

“Well, do you stay near your job? I’m curious; Wanna know where you live.” You asked him, sleepily smiling.

Heeseung chuckled. "I don't live too far from my job, actually. It's a nice little apartment not too far away from the city center," he replied. “You’ll have to come see it for yourself.”

"I'd love to come and see it, Heeseung. Maybe you can give me a tour," you said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” he yawned again.

“What does your room look like?” You asked him, sitting up in your bed and rubbing your eyes.

Heeseung let out a tired laugh. "Well, it's not the most exciting room in the world, but it's cozy and comfortable. I've got my bed, a desk, and a few posters on the wall," he replied.

You couldn't help but smile at his description. "That sounds nice, Heeseung. I'm sure it's a reflection of your personality.”

“I’d hope not,” He said, “It’s so boring. I haven’t gotten around to decorating. Just black and gray, nothing special.”

“I like black and gray, my favorite colors.”

Heeseung chuckled. "Well, in that case, maybe you'll like my room. It's definitely got a lot of black and gray going on," he replied, his tone playful.

You couldn't help but giggle at his response. "I'm sure I will, Heeseung. Especially if you're in it," you said.

“Oh, Y/N…you better stop with these suggestive jokes.” He laughed, “Tryna get me going at 2 in the morning?”

“Maybe, yeah. I just miss you.” You whined.

“I know, I know. I miss you too, my love. Only one more day.” He said, “I’ll make sure that our time spent together is worthwhile.”

“Can you give me a sneak peak on what you plan on doing with me on Friday? Kinda curious.” You asked him.

Heeseung's tone turned more seductive. "Well, I could give you a hint, but I think it might be more fun to keep you guessing.”

You couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at his words. "Oh, is that so? You enjoy keeping me on my toes, don't you?"

Heeseung's voice was filled with warmth and affection. "I enjoy a lot about you, Y/N; Your smile, your laugh, your playfulness. And yes, even your desire to know what I have planned for us on Friday," he said, his tone turning more sensual.

You felt your cheeks flush at his words. "Well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see," you replied, feeling a little breathless.

Heeseung's voice turned even more seductive. "Or maybe I could give you a little sneak peek, just to whet your appetite," he said, his voice filled with desire.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at his words. "Oh really? And how would you do that, Heeseung?" you asked, feeling a little daring.

Heeseung's voice was filled with a husky tone. "I could describe in detail all the things I want to do to you on Friday," he said, his breathy voice sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over you as you heard the seductive tone in Heeseung's voice. "Oh, Heeseung…”

"Let's just say that Friday is going to be a night to remember, Y/N. Don’t fret.” He said.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you listened to his words. "I don’t want to wait, Heeseung. Please…if I have to drive to Malibu myself, I’ll do it. I don’t care if you’re an hour away. I need you.” you said, feeling a little breathless.

Heeseung's voice was filled with tenderness and affection. "Don't worry baby. I'll take care of you. I'll give you everything you need and more," he said.

“Okay, okay…” You sighed, “Can you please promise to call me as early as you can tomorrow? I feel like a horn-dog whenever you call me at night.”

Heeseung chuckled. "Of course, Y/N. I'll make sure to call you early tomorrow. I don't want to make you feel like a horn-dog," he replied, his voice filled with amusement.

You let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you, Heeseung. I appreciate it," you said, feeling a little more at ease.

Heeseung's voice was filled with tenderness. "Anything for you, Y/N.”

Thursday was such a DRAG! Your entire day was full of on and off studying and texting with Heeseung. He had work tonight but wanted to make more time for you.

You’d never felt so happy before, so noticed, so…important.

As the evening approached, you found yourself getting more and more excited at the thought of talking to Heeseung again. You couldn't wait to hear his voice and feel his love and affection.

Your phone rang as you began to get into the shower. Of course, answering your phone was more important than showering, duh.

You answered, “Heeseung, hi~”

"Heeyy, Y/N," Heeseung's voice came through the phone, filled with warmth. "How's my favorite girl feeling?"

You couldn't help but smile at his words. "I'm doing good now that I'm hearing your voice," you replied.

Heeseung chuckled. "That's sweet of you to say. How was your day today?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine interest.

You sighed. "It was a drag, to be honest. Just a lot of studying and work. But talking to you always makes it better," you said, feeling a little more relaxed.

Heeseung's voice was filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that, baby. But don't worry, tomorrow is going to be amazing. I have so many surprises planned for us," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at his words. "So you’ve said. Are you sure you can’t give me a small hint?" you asked, feeling a little playful.

Heeseung's tone turned more seductive. "Well, let's just say that I plan on making you feel very, very good," he replied, his voice filled with desire.

You felt a wave of heat wash over you at his words. "Oh, Heeseung. You know just what to say to make me weak in the knees," you said, feeling a little breathless.

Heeseung's voice was filled with tenderness. "I love making you feel good, Y/N. And tomorrow, I'm going to make sure that you feel like the most important girl in the world," he said, his tone filled with thick, hot lust.

You rubbed your thighs together, the mere thought of him viewing you as most important, the hotter you felt.

“Are you tired?” You asked.

“Not exactly, why?” He asked.

“I’m just…kind of…” You trailed off, “Nothing, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You can’t just leave me hanging like that. Just say it.” He said.

“Nooo, I'll just tell you tomorrow. Sounds good?” You asked him.

“Wow, so now you’re punishing me?” He asked, “I like it, kinky.”

You couldn't help but giggle at Heeseung's playful response. "I'm not punishing you, Heeseung. I just want it to be a surprise," you said, feeling a little mischievous.

Heeseung hummed. "I like surprises, especially when they come from you, Y/N. I can't wait to see what you have in store for me," he replied, his tone filled with playful curiosity.

You felt a surge of excitement at his words. "Oh, don't worry. It's going to be good,"

Heeseung's voice turned more seductive. "I’ll hold you to it.”

The call came to an end and you couldn't help but feel a sense of desire and anticipation for the upcoming day. You knew that it was going to be special, and you couldn't wait to see what kind of memories you and Heeseung would create together.

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Finally, finally, FINALLY! Friday had made its way into the week. While you still had that big exam, you couldn’t help but feel happy. You’d be able to see Heeseung today. These past few days had been pure torture. You were ready to see him (amongst the long list of other things you were excited to get from him).

You made your way to the other side of campus and joined other students waiting to test. Now, you will admit, you zoned out halfway through the test and had to snap back into reality. You couldn’t help how much you craved Heeseung, you just wanted it all to be over with.

Once the exam was done, you minear tan to your dorm and showered, shaving every inch of your body and exfoliating afterwards.

You texted Heeseung a location and a time and he sent a thumbs up back. God, you were so excited. You shimmied your way into a black body on dress and some black shoes, fluffing your hair as best you could get it and adding a tinch of makeup. You didn’t want to over do it as you had the expectations of him ruining it all before the night was over.

Keys in hand, perfume and other essentials in your bag, you made your way to your car and began your hour long journey to LA.

The roads were not as terrible as you’d thought they would be considering it was rush hour, but you got to the bakery within due time. You parked, got out, and took a deep breath as you made your way in.

You glanced around a bit and saw Heeseung leaning on the wall on his phone.

“Heeseung,” You called, “Hey.”

He looked up at you, a grin forming on his face as he put his phone away and walked over to you. “Aw, Y/N, you look so beautiful.”

You wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you back, “Thank you thank you, I put the dress on for you. I was hoping you liked it.”

“I love it.” He said, caressing your waist as you showed him to the front and looked ahead at the long line that led to the front register.

You and Heeseung waited in line, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness wash over you. Being with him made you feel alive and special, and you cherished every moment that you spent together.

As you approached the front of the line, you and Heeseung picked out a few pastries and drinks to share. You took a seat at a small table in the corner, feeling a little shy but also excited to be spending time with him.

You and Heeseung enjoyed your treats, you couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy between the two of you. He fed you every now and then, making you smile at his small displays of service.

“So,” You said, finishing your drink, “What’s the surprise?”

“Ah, that’s right.” He said, “Your surprise. Do you mind leaving your car here overnight?”

“Like…in the parking lot?” You asked, surprised.

“The parking garage, in the back. I’ll park beside you.” He said, “Just wanna make sure we ride in the same car.”

“Sure,” You told him, not seeing any reason to say no, “I’ll do it for you, park in the back. Might as well.”

“Good, let’s do that then. Don’t wanna keep my girl waiting.” He said.

As you and Heeseung made your way to the parking garage, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous about leaving your car overnight. But at the same time, you trusted Heeseung and felt that he wouldn't do anything to harm you.

Heparked his car beside yours, he turned to you with a smile.

"Thanks for doing this, Y/N. I just wanted to make sure that we could spend as much time together as possible," he said, his tone filled with affection.

You couldn't help but feel a little touched by his words. "Of course, Heeseung. Anything for you," you replied, feeling a little shy.

As you got into Heeseung's car, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement wash over you. You knew that he had something special planned for the two of you, and you couldn't wait to see what it was.

He turned in low music and glanced at you before driving off into the distance, “Did you pack any clothes?”

“Mm, no? I didn’t plan on staying overnight…unless you want me to.” You told him.

“I think you should stay overnight. If I get a room at a hotel, will you stay with me?” He asked, “I only have today off of work…”

You felt a little taken aback by Heeseung's request, but at the same time, you couldn't help but say yes to him. You had feelings for him, and the thought of spending the night with him was thrilling.

You took a deep breath before responding. "Yes, Heeseung. I'll stay with you," you said, your voice filled with anticipation.

Heeseung's eyes lit up with happiness. "That's great, Y/N. I'm really looking forward to it," he said, his tone filled with enticement.

As the two of you made your way to the hotel, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. You had never spent the night with Heeseung before, and you didn't know what to expect.

He opened the hotel door for you and you walked in. you placed your shoes to the side and glanced around the spacious room.

He hummed, tracing his hand over your back, “The bakery was nice.”

You turned to him, “I’m glad you liked it! The strawberry shortcake I got was pretty good as well.”

“Mhm.” He hummed again, not replying to what you said. He pulled you closer to him and you let his hands run down your waist.

His eyes were low, pupils blown with pure lust.

“So…about that surprise?” You reminded him.

He didn’t smile, like how he usually did. Instead, he tucked hair behind your ears, pulling your face closer to his. Only, he turned your head to the side and you felt his plump lips resting atop of your ears.

He huskily whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

“Oh…” You hummed, “I’ve been thinking too…”

“Yeah?” He asked, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Thinking about what, baby?”

“You…!” Your voice came out in a squeak as one of his hands had found your butt.

He smiled a little, “What else?”

“About what you said..how I’m the most important girl to you. It made me feel good.” You told him, looking up at him.

Your eyes locked with his own and you felt as though you’d been put in a trance.

“Cute.” He said, “You are important to me. You know that?”

You nodded, “Yes, I know.”

“And you know what important girls get?” He asked.

You shook your head, “No.”

He leaned in closer to you, his breath warm against your ear. "They get whatever they want," he whispered seductively. "So tell me, baby, what do you want?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit bold. "I want you," you whispered back, your voice barely above a breath.

His lips curled into a smile as he leaned in to kiss you, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tightly. You melted into his embrace, losing yourself in the heat of the moment.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. Everything felt right when you felt him. Every doubt in the depths of your mind had been cast away as he held you against himself.

He nudged your head back as he prodded his tongue between your lips and made his way in.

From a light delicate kiss to a sloppy make out session with saliva spilling over both of your mouths, he suddenly pushed you backwards onto the bed and licked his lips.

You sat up on your hands, feeling yourself begin to smallen underneath his intense gaze.

“What?” You asked him, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He swiftly grabbed your legs, pulling them apart and to his waist as he rested himself in between.

“Mm.” He hummed, pulling the straps to your dress down your arms, “I can’t look at you?”

“You can…” you told him. “You always can.”

He nodded, lowering his head down to your neck, “What lotion is this?”

“Uhhh, I don’t know. I think it’s called strawberry something, I got it from a shop back home.” You told him. “Why?”

He attached his lips to the side of your neck, not bothering to respond to you as he began to kiss what his mouth could reach.

You caught your lip between your teeth, trying to silence the sounds that wanted to escape. But, his hand slid up to your jaw and his finger prodded against your lips, “Suck it.”

Your heart dropped at his words, but you did what he said. You let him rest his finger on your tongue as you closed your lips around it, sucking on it like he had instructed you to.

He lifted his head up and looked down at you, “The whole thing.” Pushing it all the way into your mouth, your nose flared a bit as the urge to gag began to creep upon you. “Come on, I know you can do better than that. Suck on it the right way.”

Literal question marks raised above your head. How else were you supposed to suck on a finger? Bite it or something? What did he want you to do?

He pulled his fingers out, taking his other hand around your jaw to open your mouth. He held up his middle and ring finger, “Stick your tongue out.”

You did as he said and he rested his fingers on the tip of your tongue, tracing the tips of both fingers around the surface of your wet muscle.

“Do this with your tongue.” He said, continuing the swirling motions.

His hand came to a halt and you did as he said, circling your tongue around his fingers. He nodded, “Good girl. Just like that.”

You kept at it until he slid his fingers further into your mouth. His fingers reached the back of your tongue, and you felt your throat beginning to convulse at his actions.

“You can gag. It’s okay.” He reassured, continuing to push his fingers further into your mouth. Once he brushed the back of your throat, you gagged, tears flooding into your eyes. You gagged again from him adding another finger.

He finally took his fingers out and wiped them on his shirt. He left a chaste kiss on your lips and focused back on pulling your dress off, “You’re so good for me, Y/N. You know what good girls get?”

You shook your head, “No…”

“Good girls get to do something for me.” He said, “You know what that special thing is?”

“I don’t.” You told him, lifting your arms up as he pulled your dress off, placing it beside you both.

He held your hands, pulling you up with him off the bed. You stepped off with him and he took your place, sitting on the bed. His hands brought you down to the ground to sit on your knees between his thighs.

You had an idea where this was going as you weren’t completely obvious, however, you’d never given a guy oral.

“Have you done this before?” He asked.

“No..” You told him, placing your hands on his thighs. “It’s my first time.”

“Again?” He smiled. “You’re so cute, you know that, Y/N? So innocent…” He reached down to unbuckle his pants and urged you to pull his belt out of the loops, to which you did.

He grabbed his belt from your hands and tossed it on the ground, caressing your chin as he titled your head up towards him.

“You already know what I want, right?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Good.” He said, “Do a good job and you’ll get your surprise, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied, unzipping his pants and with his help, pulling his pants down midway.

You looked down at the very obvious bulge in his briefs. You weren’t quite sure where you’d go with this. You’d heard a multitude of stories about giving for the first time along with seeing it on various apps.

You always felt as thought you’d be too nervous to do it for a guy as it was a very uncomfortable view for you; He was above, you were below. Your face from above was never your favorite, knowing how stupid you’d look dont it always deterred you from engaging in it. But with Heeseung, it was different; you WANTED to give him head. You wanted to do any and everything for him, all he has to do was ask.

You caressed your hand over him, slowly sliding your hand on the waistband to slowly pull it down. He deadass sprung out, it was…a sight to see, that’s for sure.

“You’re really turned on, huh?” You asked in a breathless laugh.

Heeseung let out a low chuckle, running his fingers through your hair. "You have no idea," he replied, his voice thick with desire. "But let's not waste any more time talking."

With that, he leaned back on the bed, spreading his legs wider and urging you closer with a hand on the back of your head. You took a deep breath, feeling your nerves flutter in your stomach, but you were determined to make this good for him.

You tentatively wrapped your hand around him, feeling his hardness pulse beneath your fingers. You glanced up at him for guidance, but he just gave you a small nod, leaving you to figure it out on your own.

You slowly lowered your head, taking him into your mouth inch by inch until he was fully inside. You felt him twitch against your tongue, and you knew you must be doing something right. You started to experiment with different movements, licking and sucking him in different ways until you found what made him moan the loudest.

He pushed your head down further, causing you to gag around him.

“Fuckkk…” He sighed, shifting his ups up closer to your mouth.

Heeseung's fingers tightened in your hair, urging you on as you took him deeper and deeper, letting your own pleasure build as you felt him react to your touch. Finally, with a low growl, he came in your mouth.

His cum filled your mouth to the brim and he quickly reached down to cover your mouth, “Swallow it.”

You did as he said, swallowing as much as you could as some dropped down the crease of your lip, but he wiped it up and shoved it back into your mouth.

As you swallowed his release, you felt a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over you. You had given him pleasure and he seemed to be thoroughly pleased with your efforts.

Heeseung leaned back on the bed, breathing heavily as he looked at you with a mixture of desire and adoration. "You sure that was your first time?" he asked.

You blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure at his words. "Yes, it was," you replied, looking up at him with a shy smile.

Heeseung chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. "Well, you certainly have a natural talent for it," he said, pulling you up for a deep kiss. "I can't wait to see what else my girl is capable of…"

You felt a rush of excitement at his words, knowing that you were willing to do anything to please him. You were eager to explore more with him and see where this newfound chemistry would take you.

Heeseung pulled away from the kiss, looking at you with a serious expression. "But remember, Y/N, this is just between us," he said, his tone firm. "No one else can know about what we do together."

“What do you mean?” You asked, “Why can’t anyone know?”

Heeseung's expression softened as he looked at you. "It's just… complicated," he said, running a hand through his hair. "It could cause problems for both of us."

“It won’t cause problems for me..” You told him, the once happy feeling you felt within your chest being replaced with slight sadness.

Heeseung's eyes softened as he looked at you, sensing the sadness in your tone. "I know it won't cause problems for you, Y/N," he said, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. "But it’ll cause problems for me.”

You nodded, understanding his concerns. You didn't want to cause any trouble for him, even if it meant keeping your situationship a secret. But it still hurts to think that what you had with Heeseung couldn't be fully acknowledged and celebrated.

"It's okay," you said, forcing a smile. "I understand. Our secret is safe with me."

Heeseung leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft against yours. "Thank you, Y/N," he whispered against your mouth. "I promise to make it up to you in other ways."

You sadly nodded at his words, “Alright..”

He looked at you for a while, resting you in his lap as he wiped your lips, “Are you sad?”

You hesitated for a moment before answering honestly. "A little bit," you admitted. "I just wish we could be open about this, you know? It feels like we have to hide this part of ourselves and that kind of hurts."

Heeseung's expression softened as he looked at you, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "I know it's not ideal, Y/N," he said, his voice gentle. "But that doesn’t change anything. How about we just take it day by day and see where it goes, yeah? You know, I’d do anything for you, Y/N. Even if that means calling you at night just to hear your voice; Anything.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, feeling a rush of affection for this man who was willing to do anything for you. "Okay, that makes me happy." you said, looking up at him with a small smile. "Thank you for saying that."

Heeseung leaned in to kiss you again, his lips soft and tender against yours. "Anything for you." he murmured against your mouth.

His hands found your bra, pulling it over your head and pulling you closer against his chest.

“What surprise did you have for me?” You asked him.

“Ah, that’s right.” He smiled, getting up from underneath you and fixing his pants. He glanced around the room for a bit, and then found his way to the small fridge underneath the tv. When he opened it, you saw a variety of foods and drinks. He grabbed out a whipped bottle of something, you were unable to read the label.

“What’s that?”

He looked down at it, before looking up at you, “Whipped cream.”

“Huh?” You asked, confused at why he’d be surprising you with whip cream.

“Just wait, you’ll see.” He said, pushing you down on the bed. You felt a sense of anticipation wash over you as Heeseung pushed you down on the bed, wondering what he had in store for you with the whipped cream.

He climbed on top of you, holding the can of whipped cream in one hand as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as his tongue traced over your bottom lip.

He pulled away from the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eye as he sprayed a dollop of whipped cream on your neck. You gasped at the sensation, feeling the cold cream against your skin.

Heeseung leaned down to lick it off, his tongue tracing over your neck and collarbone, making you moan with pleasure. He sprayed more whipped cream on your chest, his tongue lapping at it eagerly as he explored every inch of your skin.

You felt a sense of surprise wash over you as Heeseung continued to explore your body with the whipped cream, pushing you to new heights of pleasure and excitement.

Eventually, he licked his way down to your panties, pulling them off with his teeth.

“So pretty.” He remarked, shaking the bottle of whip cream.

You felt a sense of anticipation wash over you as Heeseung shook the bottle of whipped cream, wondering what he had in store for you next. Your body felt alive with desire and excitement, eager to see where this newfound chemistry with Heeseung would take you.

He sprayed the whipped cream over your bare mound, making you gasp at the cold sensation. Heeseung leaned in, his tongue lapping eagerly at the cream as he explored every inch of your sex.

You moaned with pleasure as he continued to lick and suck at your clit, his tongue tracing over every fold and crevice of your sex. The combination of the cold cream and his warm, wet mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you arch your back and cry out in ecstasy.

Heeseung continued to pleasure you with the whipped cream, pushing you to new heights of pleasure and excitement. You didn't know where this would lead you, but you were happy just to be in his arms and explore the depths of your desires together.

As he brought you to the brink of orgasm, he pulled away with a devilish grin. "Not yet, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "There's still so much more I want to do with you."

You felt a sense of anticipation wash over you at his words, wondering what other pleasures he had in store for you. You were ready and willing to explore every inch of your desires with Heeseung, eager to see where this forbidden romance would take you.

Heeseung's gaze was intense as he looked at you, his hand trailing up your thigh. "I want to explore every inch of your body, Y/N," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want to taste every part of you and make you scream my name."

You felt a rush of desire at his words, knowing that he was completely in control of your pleasure. You were eager to see what other pleasures he had in store for you.

He leaned down to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as his hand trailed up to your breast. He teased your nipple, making you moan with pleasure as he continued to kiss you deeply.

He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to make you mine, Y/N," he said, his voice full of passion. "I want to claim you in every way possible and make you mine forever."

He leaned in to kiss you again, his hand trailing down to your sex as he began to pleasure you once more. You closed your eyes and gave yourself over to the sensations, knowing that Heeseung would take you to new heights of pleasure and excitement.

Heeseung continued to pleasure you with his skilled hands, exploring every inch of your body with passion and desire. You felt completely consumed by the intensity of his touch, as he took you to new heights of pleasure and ecstasy.

As you moaned and writhed beneath him, Heeseung whispered sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much he desired you and how he wanted to make you his forever. You felt a sense of belonging wash over you, knowing that you were completely in his grasp and that he would take care of you.

He flipped you over onto your stomach, kissing and nibbling at the back of your neck as his hands roamed over your body. His hands gripped the curvature of your ass, spreading you apart. You felt him position himself at your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside of you as you let out a moan of pleasure.

He began to move in a steady rhythm, his strokes deep and powerful as he took you to new heights of pleasure. You cried out as he brought you to an intense orgasm, your body trembling with pleasure as you surrendered to him completely.

As you came down from your high, Heeseung continued to move inside of you, his strokes slow and deliberate as he took his time pleasuring you. You felt a sense of intimacy and connection with him as he held you close, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You knew that what you had with Heeseung was a secret, but at that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was the intense pleasure you shared with him, and the promise of more to come.

Heeseung continued to move inside of you, his strokes becoming faster and more intense as he neared his own release. You felt a sense of contentment wash over you as he let out a low groan, his body shuddering with pleasure as he came inside of you.

He laid onto the bed beside you, ease washed over you, knowing that you had shared something special and intimate with him. You snuggled up to him, feeling completely at peace in his arms.

He pulled the blankets over you both as he pulled your leg to rest over his own. “You did so well, baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”

You smiled, closing your eyes as you breathed in his natural scent.

Time passed as you laid there beside him, until you felt the urge to pee. You tapped him to let go of you and you got up.

Stupidly, you got up too quickly and felt something drip down your leg.

“What the fuck…” You gasped, watching white liquid come from out of you.

You glanced back at him from behind you and he looked down at your legs.

“Heeseung, what is this?” You asked him, panic arising in your chest.

He got up, pulling his pants on and walking over to you. “It’s…” He trailed off, walking into the bathroom and coming back out with a towel.

He got down and wiped the liquid away, throwing the towel in the trash when he finished.

You felt a sense of panic and confusion wash over you as Heeseung wiped the white liquid away from your legs. You didn't know what was happening or why you were leaking this strange substance.

"What is this, Heeseung?" you asked again, your voice trembling with fear.

Heeseung looked up at you, his expression serious. "It's just something that comes out when you’re being pleasured. Nothing to worry about.” he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

You felt a sense of relief wash over you at his words, knowing that it was nothing serious or harmful. You were still embarrassed, however, and wished that it hadn't happened in front of Heeseung.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice soft. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

Heeseung shook his head, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Y/N," he said, his voice full of tenderness. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

After you had taken care of your business in the bathroom, you returned to the bed and snuggled up to Heeseung once again. You felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you as you lay there with him, his arms wrapped around you as you both relaxed and enjoyed each other's company.

As the night wore on, you talked about your hopes and dreams, sharing your deepest desires and fears with him. You felt a sense of intimacy with him, feeling as though he truly heard you and saw you for who you were.

As the hours ticked by, you both drifted off to sleep, your bodies entwined as you slept peacefully in each other's arms. You didn't know what the future held for your relationship, but for now, you were happy just to be with him and explore the depths of your desires together.

In the morning, you woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. You opened your eyes and smiled as you saw Heeseung lying next to you, his eyes closed.

You snuggled up to him and kissed him softly on the lips, feeling happiness and contentment wash over you. You didn't know what the day would bring, but for now, you were happy just to be with him and explore the depths of your desires together.

As you got up and spruced up the room, you glanced over at Heeseung and saw his phone beside his hand. You noticed that his phone had multiple missed calls. You felt a sense of curiosity wash over you, wondering who could be trying to reach him so urgently.

You picked up his phone and dialed the most recent number, feeling a sense of unease wash over you as the phone rang. After a few rings, a girl answered the phone.

As you dialed the number back, a girl answered adamantly, "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Y/N. May I know who's speaking?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I'm Hana, who are you?" the girl replied, her voice direct.

"I'm calling about the missed calls on Heeseung's phone," you said, your voice growing more insistent. “Just out of curiosity.”

Hana hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number," she said, her voice still confident.

You felt a sense of confusion and unease wash over you as you hung up the phone. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but Hana's confident response made you wonder if it was just a simple misunderstanding.

Heeseung began to stir beside you, you quickly put his phone back on the bed and pretended to be asleep, not wanting to give away that you had been snooping through his phone.

As Heeseung woke up and stretched, you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over you. You didn't want to start the day with a lie, but you also didn't want to confront him about the missed calls and risk causing a fight.

You snuggled up to him and kissed him softly on the cheek, trying to push your worries to the back of your mind.

“Hey,” He said, “Goodmorning.”

“Morning.” You said back, faking a smile.

Heeseung sat up and placed his phone face down on the nightstand, you felt a sense of relief that he wasn't immediately checking his messages. You didn’t know what to title what you both were, but you still couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and unease about the missed calls and Hana.

He turned to you and smiled, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "Is everything okay, Y/N?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

You hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'm not sure," you said, your voice soft. "I noticed that you had some missed calls earlier. Is everything okay?"

Heeseung looked at you for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, everything's fine," he said, his voice reassuring. "It was just a friend from work trying to reach me. Nothing serious."

“Isn’t it kind of weird for a friend from work to blow your phone up? It might be something serious. Why don’t you call them back?” You asked him, trying to see if he reacted indifferently to what you said.

Heeseung looked at you, his expression turning slightly. "It's not that weird," he said, his voice unwavering. "Sometimes work stuff comes up and people need to get in touch with me urgently. But I'll call them back later and check in to make sure everything's okay."

You sensed Heeseung's confidence in his explanation. Yeah, sure. You listened to Heeseung's explanation about the missed calls, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. You knew that he often received calls and messages from work, but the number of missed calls seemed excessive.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" you asked, your voice hesitant. "It just seems a bit strange for someone to call you so many times in a row."

Heeseung sighed. "Look, Y/N, it's really not a big deal," he said. "I'll call them back later and figure out what's going on. It's probably just something that needs my attention."

You felt a sense of disappointment wash over you at his.

"I just want to make sure that everything's okay," you said, your voice softening. "If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."

Heeseung looked at you for a moment before nodding. "Thanks, Y/N," he said, his voice softening as well. "I appreciate your concern. I'll call them back when you leave and see what's going on."

You nodded, “Right. When I leave..”

“Is that a problem?” He asked.

“No, it’s not. It’s fine.” You told him, getting up from the bed and huffing as you grabbed your dress. “It’s totally fine.”

He watched you walk back and forth throughout the room before getting up and walking over to you.

“Well, you know what? I called the ‘friend from work’ back. It’s a girl. Hana. Why’d she say I had the wrong number? Why would she lie about that?” You admitted, unable to contain your built up frustrations.

Heeseung's expression turned serious as he listened to your question. You were sure he knew that you were feeling jealous and insecure, and you hoped he didn't want to make things worse by being evasive or dismissive.

"I get that you’re upset, but there’s nothing to be upset about. You’re overthinking it.”

You took a deep breath, maybe he was right. Maybe there was nothing to worry about.

“Do you promise that I’m overthinking it?” You asked him.

“Promise.” He said.

You nodded, deciding to let it go as you slipped your dress back on. You brushed your teeth in the bathroom beside him as he did the same, watching him occasionally glance at his phone that he kept beside him at all times.

When you were in the car with him on your way back to the bakery, you asked to check the time in his phone but he excused your request, explaining that he was trying to save his battery.

You kissed him goodbye, asking him to call you as soon as he got home, to which he agreed. You watched him drive off as you sat in your car, pondering to yourself.

You’d find out who this ‘Hana’ was even if it was the last thing you’d do. Heeseung was yours.

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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Resort AU AU -- with Hob and Dream closer in age.

Instead of being an older creep, Hob is at the resort with his parents - so he's a young creep. He's still smacking Dream's ass, in his short shorts, but it is written off as douche rich dudebro behavior.

Hob has always had a crush on Dream and he might have worked on his parents to go to a fancy Endless resort for the family vacation knowing that this is the year that Dream has to choose one to work at (Dream doesn't like the cold, so there were only a few resorts he could possibly choose; and for all the ways that Hob is a rich boy dick, he's actually just as smart as Dream. Aaaaand he may know more about Dream's likes & dislikes,,,,what with the stalking deep attention paying. (They would match up sooner, if Hob got out of his own way.)

Hob gets to show of his hot young body and try to entice Dream back to his room (that he doesn't share with his parents). And because they are both babies, when they get together there is more sneaking around, late night kisses on the beach and (fumbly) learning how to have sex with each other/another person sex.

AHHH horny douche fuckboy Hob trying to seduce poor long-suffering Dream!! Hob is so cocky (and he's borderline harassing Dream at this point, it's only the fact that Dream likes the attention that excuses him). Dream is a proper little ice prince. The secret is that they're both horny virgins and it takes them about 45 seconds to cum, but they're enjoying themselves.

Hob’s parents are quite glad to be rid of him, to be honest - they can relax while their adorable dumbass son flexes his muscles and follows Dream around. Dream, meanwhile, has been secretly putting himself on the rota as a poolboy for 2 weeks in a row so he can mix drinks and hang out in a tiny black speedo, oogling Hob as he shows off in the water.

Hob even sweet talks his parents into hiring a car for him, so he can drive Dream around (and fuck him in the backseat). At one point Dream gets given some weed by one of the other young staff members, and they get absolutely stoned on the beach and have terrible sandy sex. By this point Hob is a lot less douchey and a lot more golden retriever boyfriend-y and Dream is totally whipped for him, although there's still a lot of public groping going on. Fortunately Hob is still his parents' little darling, so he can easily persuade them to extend the holiday for a couple more weeks.

He's definitely not leaving until Dream promises to be his forever, not just as a summer fling. For all his secret heart of gold, Hob is still possessive, and he's not letting some other rich dickhead get their hands on what's his!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw drugs

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Call Out My Name (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

The lovely @buffysimonriley allowed me to write my own version of listening, please go follow and check out their fic! It truly is amazing! Hope I did it justice :)

Loosely based on Call Out My Name by The Weeknd

gn! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 937

Warnings: swearing, NSFW, little smutty, allusions to sex, sexual tension, Graves lowkey douchey, voyeurism (i think idk i still don't really know putting just to be safe), pet names

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The room was dark as you stared at the ceiling, you tossed around in the bed unable to sleep. It was easier to blame it on the insomnia instead of acknowledging the fact that there was a pounding headboard on your wall. The more you tried to ignore the consistent thumping the more evident it became, especially due to the fact that on the other side of the wall was your Commander.

It wasn't unusual for Phillip Graves to partake in a one-night stand but this one particularly bothered you due to the fact that your own sexual frustration was building in addition to you now being able to hear moans in tandem with the headboard.

The Commander was the flirtatious type, no matter how hard he tried to deny it. He said it was confidence which you agreed with, but it wasn't just his confidence that let “Darlin” slip from his tongue full of lust when it was just the two of you. Confidence wasn't the one that made his hands linger on your waist when he snuck you into a supply closet trying to “get help” getting something off the top shelf. He was perfectly capable, just wanted to get you in a small space, with your body pushed against his.

You should be the one in that room. Why weren't you the one screaming out his name? Deep down you knew nothing with Phillip would be permanent, you had seen the line of girls he had going in and out of his room. What was stopping him from making you a one-night stand?

Getting up out of your bed you found a spot on the wall where you could hear the best, cupping your hand next to your ear as you leaned against the wall listening intently. You could hear Phillip more clearly now, he was grunting. Whoever was in his bed tonight was louder than him, letting out breathy moans too frequently, putting on a show for the Commander, no way it was that good, right?

You turned, now back up against the wall, waiting for the agonizing noises to quit. All of a sudden you heard your name louder than any of the noises previously. Standing up off the wall, pinching yourself to make sure this wasn't some dream as you immediately connected your ear back to the wall to make sure you didn't imagine hearing that.

The voices were muffled and dampened through the walls but you could still hear every word.

“What did you just call me?” presumably Graves' most recent fling, very obviously upset at the name mixup that had just occurred.

“I don't know what you’re talking about, lay back down please”, the Commander sounded desperate, he probably didn't get the chance to finish yet, just on the edge denied of his release.

“I heard you, and that is not my name”, there was shuffling and then a loud door slam, whoever that was had left.

Graves was still in there, as you continued to listen, “FUCK,” he yelled out, causing you to jump away from the wall. More shuffling followed by the door shutting again, quieter this time.

A knock on your door followed. Uneasy you walked to the door, you had a feeling that he knew you heard everything.

“I know you’re not sleepin’ doll, c’mon and come get the door”, he sounded irritated, the lack of release was now affecting his typical flirty behavior.

You cracked the door not giving him enough room to see or even come in, “What can I help you with Commander?” it was better to keep it short with him especially since you both stood in some pajamas in the hallway, and especially after what you had just heard.

“Let me come in,” he looked at you with almost pleading eyes,

“Why?” you had to let Graves know he wasn't in control this time

“I know you heard,” he scratched the back of his neck, fidgeting under your gaze, “You’re always on my mind” he admitted.

You stepped aside and finally fully opening the door so he could come in. He immediately went towards the bed, making himself comfortable. He was in boxers and a t-shirt, you figured it was whatever he had left on the floor during the previous excursion, something easy to throw on to come knock on your door.

He motioned you to come lay next to him, you hesitated as you thought about where this would end up going. Eventually obliging as you crawled under the covers next to him, as he shifted allowing you to lay next to him. The pair of you laid there with your thoughts for a while before Phillip broke the silence

“I wouldn't treat you like a one-night stand ya know?” he whispered as he stared at the ceiling.

You sat up to look at him “How am I supposed to believe you?”, he shrugged. He didn't even fully believe himself, he just knew that everyone else he brought into his room was to distract himself from you. He had let himself falter by calling out your name, you had consumed his mind.

“Do whatever you need to do darlin’ I’ll prove it to ya”, his eyes gave away how badly he needed you. Giving a small nod, your hand snuck down towards his boxers, fiddling with the waistband. Phillip let out a heavy breath as you continued to tease him. Your hand shifted from the waistband down towards his hardening cock as you wrapped your fingers around it slowly pumping it.

“Call out my name Phillip, come on, I know you can”

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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Hello my love! I love the way you write Frank (AND Matt, but im in a Frank mood tonight). I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn, but if you are, I love to submit one!! Tbh I’m so sick of how douchey guys are these days on apps, and the “oh you just wanted a free meal” behavior and dating rn is the fucking worst. What’s your take on a situation where you’re friends with Frank and you complain about how badly men behave these days, and he offers to take you on a real date and treat you right? Bc I could use a Frank to rescue me and treat me right rn 😫

hello my darling! thank you so much, omg. you're too kind🥺

ok first of all when I say you are PREACHING to the damn CHOIR !!! I tried a few dating apps and I loathed every single one of them. straight up was not having a good time. it was an absolute travesty, so I feel for you so hard right now angel.

this is my first time doing a headcannon so this is super exciting and i'm happy we get to do this together!! because you absolutely DESERVE a frankie to rescue you and treat you right because you are a goddamn CATCH you are a GLOWING GODDESS and anyone should be so heckin LUCKY as to go on a date with you ❤️

headcannon is going to be below the cut bc y'all know I get carried away, especially with my baby frankie

frank castle & dating apps

first things first: frank castle is very old fashioned, so the idea of a dating app probably not only confuses the fuck out of him but also makes him grimace. like the man without a doubt hates texting, preferring an actual phone call instead, and most likely comes up with a million different threats to your security and worst case scenarios when you teach him about online dating

"don't you wanna meet someone the old fashioned way? how can you tell they're not a complete asshole just by a picture and a few words? what if they ain't who they say they are? you still got that knife I gave ya?"

frank already made you share your location with him a long time ago for safety reasons but now makes you text him the address of wherever it is you're going on these "dates" as well as check in with him every hour

he would probably be adamant about coming with you and sitting in a corner somewhere so he could keep an eye on you but you quickly shot that down bc it's frank and he's very hard to miss and you would have a hard time explaining to your date why that big guy across the room looks like he's seconds away from committing murder (you know exactly which look i'm talking about)

frank requests you send him a picture of whatever guy you're meeting just in case he needs to hunt him down find him if you don't check in or something happens, and never hesitates to offer a look of utter disdain and merciless judgment when you finally send it

"really? you're goin' on a date with this? the options on them apps that goddamn bad, sweetheart?"

frank is extremely shameless in verbally eviscerating every single guy you show him or tell him about and never misses an opportunity to make his opinions known

one night you storm into his apartment without knocking (a common occurrence he's finally gotten used to) and plop down next to him on the couch with a glass a wine (he made a mental note to keep the kind you like on hand at all times) and start to vent about your latest disaster date

the guy made you drive nearly an hour out of your way to meet him at a sketchy dive bar, spent the whole night talking about himself and cutting you off every time you spoke, and then had the AUDACITY to ask you to cover the tab because he "forgot" his wallet at home (this actually happened to me once)

frank can't take it anymore. this online dating thing has been going on for months and every time you vent to him about these assholes, it gets harder and harder for him to control his feelings for you because he's supposed to be your friend and the guys you've been going out with look nothing like him and as much as he wants to be with you, he's scared to ruin the one good thing he has. so, frank hatches a plan

"alright, I can't take this shit anymore. don't make plans friday night. we're goin' out."

he says it so nonchalantly, you almost don't catch what he means. you splutter out your wine, staring over at frank because there's no way he just asked you out on a date??? frank catches your look and offers a timid smile, reaching over to squeeze your knee gently

"relax. i'm just gonna show you what a real date should be like. you've been on so many shitty ones, I don't even know if you know what a good one is. let me help you raise your standards a bit."

let me tell you something, frank castle knows a thing or two about romance. this man goes ALL OUT. picking you up at your door (on time, early even), flowers in hand (your favorites bc he actually listens when you talk), is the most dressed up you've ever seen him (it's a dress shirt and jeans but he's usually covered in blood so), opens all the doors for you and pulls out your chair, takes you to a restaurant he knew you would love bc he knows your favorite dish & dessert, spends the whole night asking you questions about things he's always wanted to know about you, makes you laugh with silly jokes and stories, and tells you several times throughout the night how beautiful he thinks you look

you've always had a crush on frank (how could you not honestly) so you were a nervous wreck about the whole thing and what it meant for your friendship and if he was just doing this to be nice because he felt sorry for you or if he actually liked you back

but the date is not only the best one you've ever been on but also the easiest because it's frank and he's your best friend and you've never felt more comfortable or at ease with someone and when the check comes it makes your heart sink because you never want this date to end, even if it isn't real

the entire walk back to your apartment there's a palpable nervous energy between the two of you and his hands are in his pockets but you desperately wish they were holding yours and when you stop at your door there's a million thoughts racing through your head that you wanna say but the look in frank's eyes steals the oxygen straight out of your lungs

"listen I uh...know I said this was just to show you how a real date should be and what not, and I did mean that but...I really just wanted to show you how you should be treated ya'know. how...how I would treat you, if you'd let me. i'd give you the goddamn world if you asked, sweetheart. I don't know if I read tonight wrong, but I know I could be the right man for you, and I think you know that too. at least, I hope you do. there's nothin' I wouldn't do for you, honey. I understand if you don't feel the same way-"

you don't even let frank finish that sentence before you're dragging him down by his collar and crashing your lips together because holy shit frank, your frank, wants you just as much as you want him

needless to say you invite him up and show him just how much you want him despite his weak attempt at trying to continue to be a gentleman

"sweetheart, we can take it slow. I don't mind-" "frank I swear to god if you don't take your pants off right now, i'm never kissing you again." "yes ma'am."

#frank castle #frank castle request #frank castle headcanon #frank castle x you #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x you #the punisher x reader #the punisher request #the punisher headcannon

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