#le every fucking time has arrived

[beardedmrbean]

#doge #le every fucking time has arrived #le i made it part of the gag tho has arrived

[horangare]

lucky girl

pairing : model!jeonghan x fem!reader

content : smut (mdni), angst, fluff, fake dating, unrequited (but not rlly) love, friends to strangers to lovers

in which : jeonghan has no interest in a relationship, however it seems that everyone else is sticking their nose into his nonexistent love life. you’ve been in love with him for as long as you can remember, but that was ages ago. he shouldn’t remember someone like you, but he does. and he wants you to be his girlfriend (just for a little while though, right?)

warnings : public sex TWICE (this mf fucks u everywhere but a BED), couch sex (see what i mean???), oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe i’m begging), idiots in love vibes like so strongly you two are dorks fr, dirty talk, y’all want each other so bad, praise, cockiness, like one innuendo, a bunch of other idols make features in this (twice, txt, le sserafim, and svt ofc), mentions of rehab, crying, “arguing”, jealousy, pining and yearning and things of that nature

wc : 14.9K words

note : this took me so much longer than i thought it would but it’s finally here 😭😭 written from this request

Junior year of highschool is when you first fell in love with Yoon Jeonghan.

You were the new girl. The transfer student. The awkward, hormonal, sixteen year old girl who felt oh so small in such a big school. The nobody.

Pretending like the lingering stares, the pointing, the whispering—all of it—was just a figment of your imagination was easy. You had been used to tuning things out. At acting like it didn’t phase you.

Private school was different than public school. Too different. The only reason you were in this place is because you were sent to live with your aunt because of the fact that your mother was in rehab and your dad wasn’t in the picture. Many of the public schools in the area weren’t the best, so she pulled some extra money from her savings to send you one of the nicer, private schools.

You were grateful, for her concern regarding where you went to school, but the huge contrast from transitioning to this new place was anything but easy. You may have looked just like everyone else, but you never felt like them. A bunch of self obsessed, privileged, stuck up rich kids. Yeah, you weren’t that. Not by a long shot. It’s like they could tell you didn’t belong here, but you already knew that.

All of them except for him.

Jeonghan had heard the mumbled talk of your arrival since he arrived on campus. He didn’t get what the big idea was. New kids came all the time, bought their way in with mommy and daddy’s help. Each and every other student here was one in the same. Predictable. Boring.

“Shit, look, there she is,” Joshua whispered amongst the small group of boys, his head jerking in your direction. The rest of them—Minghao, Mingyu, Soonyoung, and Jeonghan—all spared you a single glance or two.

Minghao chuckled dryly. “She’s gonna get eaten alive.”

"She's kinda hot though, don’t you think?" Soonyoung mumbled, trailing his eyes over your body. "That skirt is way too small for her."

“It’s like six in the morning. Can you not be horny right now?” Mingyu sighed, yet Soonyoung’s gaze remained on you until you disappeared from his line of sight. Jeonghan remained silent.

Joshua nudged his friend. “What? You have nothing to say?”

“What is there to say?” Jeonghan asked, swirling around his iced coffee that had been way too expensive to taste so cheap. “She’s a girl and she’s new.” Soonyoung booed him, loudly, attracting the attention of other passing students.

“You’re no fun.” He said and crossed his arms. Jeonghan gave him no response. “Whatever. How long do you think she’ll last?”

“I’ll give her until the end of the day,” Mingyu nodded. The others looked at him in disbelief, which made the boy roll his eyes. “What? I’m an optimist.”

Soonyoung hummed in thought, weighing his available options. “Four hours max.”

Minghao shook his head. “Two and a half.”

“I’m gonna say…One hour.” Joshua added. Then they all turned their heads to Jeonghan. He didn’t respond until the staring became unbearable.

“God, you’re all such pessimists, you know that?” He scoffed. “I’m not doing this with you today.”

“You have faith in her,” Minghao teased, poking the older boy in the side. “You’re so easy to read.”

“Cut that shit out.” Jeonghan hissed, pushing away Minghao’s hand. Minghao, Mingyu, and Joshua giggled. He was so easy to piss off.

“I’m gonna go talk to her,” Soonyoung cracked his knuckles with a confident—bordering on arrogant—smile.

“Seriously, don’t—” Minghao sighed, but the other boy was beyond reason. By the time he even said anything, Soonyoung was literally in your face.

The expression on your face was pensive, relaxed even. Until…

“Hey, new girl.”

You looked up, your eyes looking over him with disinterest. Soonyoung cleared his throat when you didn’t reply, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to relieve the awkward atmosphere.

“I’m Soonyoung, but you can call me Hoshi.”

“No.” You deadpanned.

His eyes widened. Were you serious? He could hear the others trying to keep in their laughter behind him.

“Is there something you need?” You asked, raising one of your eyebrows. Soonyoung stammered, only managing to speak the words “I…” or “what?” before he sighed and lowered his head.

“Hoshi, are you done making yourself look stupid yet?” Mingyu shouted, stopping between almost every word so he could laugh. By now, there was an even bigger scene being made by Mingyu’s additional comment, much to your embarrassment.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled to him as you scurried off to the bathroom, leaving not only Soonyoung shocked but also the little audience you had gathered shocked as well.

“Wow, what a smooth talker.” Joshua clapped, a wide grin on his face. “She was all over you.”

Minghao giggled. “I recorded the entire thing. Hey, who should I send this to first?”

“Oh fuck off,” Soonyoung hissed, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Nobody needs to see that shit.”

“Right, like half the school hasn’t already.” Jeonghan gestured to the multitude of people still lingering around in the hallways, huddled in groups whispering about the events that had just happened. Glancing at Joshua after you were gone, he smirked.

“So?” Joshua asked. “What’s your judgement?”

Jeonghan sipped the last of his drink, shaking it around and poking at the ice with his straw to see if there was any left. When he discovered none, he discarded the cup in the trash and crossed his arms over his chest. “I like her.”

You spent very little time in the bathroom, your visit only being to calm your nerves and steady your thoughts, but you didn’t expect to see the same boy and the rest of his friends huddled outside the bathroom waiting for you.

Wide-eyed, you stared between the five of them.“Um…hello?”

“Hi!” Mingyu smiled at you brightly, side eyeing Jeonghan when he nudged him aside. A quiet gasp slips past your lips; this boy was gorgeous.

“I assume you have a name? Or should we continue calling you new girl?”

“My name…?” You repeated, feeling your body growing warm at the proximity between the two of you. “Oh, my name. I’m [Y/n].” Jeonghan nodded, and then he smiled at you. You felt even hotter now. A little dumb, too, certain that you were embarrassing yourself.

“That’s cute,” he said, still smiling softly. Jeonghan threw one of his arms over your shoulder, keeping you close to him as he and the rest of his friends started to walk down the hallway. “So then, you’ll sit with us at lunch, right [Y/n]?” You stared at him, dumbfounded, unable to believe that he was actually being serious with you. Soonyoung, finding this funny, couldn’t help but laugh.

“Who’s stammering now?” He quipped, earning him a glare from Jeonghan. Soonyoung didn’t speak again.

“Sit with you?” You asked again, and Jeonghan nodded. “Are you sure?” Everyone’s eyes seemed to be on you as you were basically escorted down the hall with Jeonghan at your side, except this time it wasn’t your imagination. For some reason it felt like you were being stared at now more than ever.

“Of course we’re sure.” Joshua reassured you. When he looked close enough to fully take in the look on your face, he gave you a smile that was full of sympathy. “Ignore them. They’re all assholes. We’re the nice ones!”

Joshua was right, in a way. Jeonghan and his friends were the nicest group of assholes you’ve ever been associated with. It was one of those “mean to everyone except you” type of dynamics, especially with Jeonghan himself. You knew it wasn’t wise to, but you couldn’t help how your heart would beat faster whenever he was around since he only seemed to regard you as a close friend and nothing more.

You also couldn’t help but notice that he was as oblivious as he was cute. The others noticed, (Joshua was the first, obviously, then Minghao, then Mingyu, and then Soonyoung, who was heartbroken that you’d choose Jeonghan over him, and you didn’t know if he was joking or not) but he seemed like the only one who couldn’t get a hint. Even when you were being as direct and obvious as possible, Jeonghan still remained as unaffected by your affection as a white crayon did on white paper.

By senior year, you and Jeonghan started to grow apart. It was gradual, falling out of touch with one another as the last school year just passed you both by, until it seemed like Jeonghan was once again nothing but the cute boy you knew nothing about like he had been on your first day. The rest of the boys were devastated, Joshua most of all.

Aside from you, it seemed like he was the one who wanted Jeonghan to quit being dull and realize you liked him. Just tell him already, that’s what he’d always say. You always said you would, only to end up doing the opposite.

What if Jeonghan didn’t feel the same way? What if it destroyed your friendship? What if he never wanted anything to do with you after you told him? Each question seemed more unbearable than the last. It was easier to love him than to lose him.

The last time you saw him was at graduation. After the ceremony, roaming around the parking lot past all the smiling families taking pictures of their children with their brand new diplomas, looking for your aunt’s car—you ran into him.

“[Y/n]!” He called out to you, waving both of his arms in the air to draw your attention. He hugged you once you were close enough, squeezing you a little bit. “I’m sad now, we’re not going to see each other every day anymore,” he pouted, and you smiled, even though the thought of that saddened you just as much.

Having him act so naturally with you threw you for such a loop. Talking to him like this made it feel like your friendship hadn’t come to an end, like you two were old friends who had never been apart.

“Don’t be sad. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.” You continued to smile, trying hard to make sure it didn’t look fake. You needed to believe what you were saying if you wanted him to do the same. Luckily for you it seemed effective, because Jeonghan’s face soon broke into a smile as well before he held his pinky up to you.

“Promise?”

Now you were smiling for real. Jeonghan, at the ripe age of eighteen, still believed deeply in pinky promises. They were sacred, never to be broken, those were his words. Others may have found him childish for this, you found it noble.

Nodding, you linked your pinky with his. “Promise.”

The promise you made with Jeonghan turned five today. Five years since senior year ended, five years since you made that promise with him, five years since you’ve seen Yoon Jeonghan’s face in person.

Now you saw him everywhere; on billboards, in ads, plastered on posters in the windows of just about every store—everywhere you went, Jeonghan’s face was sure to be there.

He was certainly doing better than you, no doubt. Odds are he wouldn’t even recognize you anymore. You worked at the local Ihop, drive your aunt’s old Toyota Camry, trying to save up enough money to move out of her house and into your own apartment.

You had wanted to attend college, even if only for a little, but your aunt only had enough money stashed away to send you to that ridiculously pricey private school, not to mention room she was already taking care of you for your mom while she was still…away, and you couldn’t afford to go into debt or pay anyone back.

So while Jeonghan walked runways in Milan and New York, you stayed in town and missed him every time his name was mentioned by one of your coworkers, forcing away the feelings you harbored for him.

Something like that was bound to happen to him, though. He was already so handsome, and his parents no doubt had the connections needed to allow something like that for their son. You were happy for him. Even after all this time, you continued to remain his biggest supporter. You’d buy every product he endorsed, watch any content he was featured in, and you’d stare at his pictures in awe, unable to believe that he just always seemed to get more and more good looking.

To Jeonghan, it was different. He enjoyed the attention. He liked being told by other people how handsome he was. He liked having people who adored him. But that was about it. Not once did he enjoy waking up early, rushing from shoot to shoot, sitting through meetings, none of it. He could live without the pressure to keep smiling, or the nagging from his parents, or—worst of all—the questions on his love life.

Jeonghan had never dated anyone since becoming a model, not even in private. There were zero scandals regarding a romantic relationship when it came to him, but the media was still unconvinced. He wondered how or why they always found the time to be so nosy. Why couldn’t they understand that’s just not what he was looking for right now?

“So Jeonghan, I think you all know the question on every one of our minds, right?” Jihyo asked with a smile, shifting around in her seat a little. Jeonghan responded with his convincing fake laughs—he had to have them mastered by now after all the invasive questions he’d constantly be asked by people like the paparazzi, or in this case, talk-show hosts. “Is there a special girl in your life that you’re hiding from us?”

The audience erupted into a fit of “ooo’s” and “aah’s” all while Jeonghan tried to hide his discomfort with the subject. “Honestly, Jihyo? There really is nobody right now. I’m just…not interested in dating.”

“Oh, come on! Are you sure you’re not seeing anyone in secret?” The sound of Jihyo’s laughter echoed through the studio as is blended with the reactions from the audience. Jeonghan laughed along with her, wondering how much longer he’d be here. He’d already had to have a long meeting with his parents and his agency this morning, then done a product endorsement for a cosmetics brand afterwards, and now he was here, entertaining Jihyo and her live studio audience. Today was relatively low maintenance for him, so after he left here there was only one thing he wanted to do before going home; eat.

Jeonghan shook his head, a small smile on his face. “If I were seeing someone, they wouldn’t be a secret.”

Jihyo’s face lit up in surprise, her mouth parting as she took in his response. “Wow! It seems like Jeonghan is that kind of boyfriend, huh?” Various reactions came from the crowd, most of them being screams of Jeonghan’s name praising him for his response. “All right, that’s all the time we have for today, but tune in tomorrow to hear Jo Yuri talk about her acting debut! That’s all for now!”

“Alright, that’s it people! Let’s wrap it up!”

Jeonghan exhaled with relief, saying a polite goodbye to Jihyo before he excused himself off the set and to his car. He cursed when he noticed how dark the sky was beginning to get. Most of the places he wanted to go would be closing by now. He thought hard to remember the places that stayed open late, then remembered that the local Ihop was always open. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the place, not by a long shot, but he’d just have to suck it up for the sake of his hunger.

Business at work had been slow today. It was only Monday, and you never got too much of a crowd during the start of the week, especially not when it was so early in the morning. Chaewon had suggested the two of you take a short break in the bathroom (though knowing her, she just wanted to gossip).

“No way, [Y/n]. You’re telling me you really knew Jeonghan in high school?” Chaewon asked you, leaning against the bathroom sink as she brushed some of her hair out of her face. “What was he like?”

You shrugged as you washed your hands. “He was nice. Well, he was nice to me.” This made Chaewon gasp and grab onto your shoulder, pressing her lips together to try and hide the smile creeping onto her face.

“Oh my gosh, he was totally into you!”

Yoon Jeonghan? Into you? You laughed dryly, really finding your friend’s enthusiasm cute, but at the same time you seriously doubted it. If what he said in those interviews were true, there was no chance. He wasn’t interested in dating; in relationships altogether.

You were just about to respond to her when the door to the bathroom flew open. Sakura, your manager, was standing in the doorway staring at the two of you like she’d caught you doing something you shouldn’t have.

“What are you two still doing in here?” She asked. “Someone is waiting to have their order taken.”

“Coming,” you sighed, patting your hands dry with three paper towels too many and rushing out behind Sakura. You approached one of the booths closer to the entrance, notepad in hand. “Welcome to Ihop, what can I—”

The person sitting in the booth lowers the menu, and time seems to stop. He looks up at you. You look down at him. It was like neither of you could believe you were seeing each other in this setting, of all places.

“Jeong…han?” You mumbled, blinking rapidly to see if he was really the person sitting there. He couldn’t really be here, could he? But then he smirked and you were convinced; he was real.

“It’s good to see you too, [Y/n].” He muses, flipping back and forth through the menu a few more times before setting in down on the table. He soaks in the dumbfounded look on your face with an overly smug smile. “Don’t just stand there, sit.”

“I’m the waitress, I can’t just—”

“Sit.”

You slid down into the seat across from him without missing a beat. A part of you felt embarrassed for giving into him so easily, the part of you with dignity.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, which got you an amused laugh from Jeonghan.

“I’m hungry, [Y/n]. Why else do people come to Ihop?”

Well, it was good to know he was still a smart ass after all this time. Even if you were attracted to him, then and now, you still couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Okay, you know that’s not what I mean.”

Jeonghan tilted his head to one side. “I live here too, remember?” Then he sighed and laughed weakly. “Has it really been that long?”

A frown found its way onto your lips. Maybe it has been that long, it was like Jeonghan was suddenly a stranger to you even after the time you’d spent together in school. Thinking about that made something inside of you ache.

“I guess it has.” You mumbled. Your eyes remained locked on the table and not Jeonghan, not even when he started to give you his order. Sliding out of the seat, you gave him your usual service industry smile. “I’ll be right back with that.”

You scrambled to the kitchen, handing off the order to the cooks. “Hey, Chaewon, can you go bring the customer out there his drink?”

Slightly skeptical, Chaewon glanced down at the glass in your hand yet took it anyway. “Why can’t you go bring it to him? You already took his order.”

“Just help me out, okay? Just this once?” The girl sighed, mumbling under her breath as she exited the kitchen. You try to take this moment to finally catch your breath and calm your nerves, but it’s quickly ruined when you hear a shriek, followed by Chaewon running back to the kitchen, a starstruck look on her face.

“Yoon Jeonghan is in our restaurant,” she says, her hand clutching the front of her shirt. “And he’s asking for you, [Y/n].”

Of course he’s asking for you. There was no way you’d get out of this little reunion with him so easily. Jeonghan never let things be simple, you’d learned that quickly from your time being friends with him.

“Just bring the food once it’s ready, Chae,” you muttered, walking out of the kitchen and back to the booth Jeonghan was seated at. He looked up at you, pointing to the spot across from him, and you sat. “Is there something you want from me, Jeonghan?”

“Just some company,” He replied with a faux pout. He noticed that you were still looking at him like you could see through his lie, so he shrugged and smiled. “Okay, fine. I really did come here to eat, but I do need help with something else too.”

Raising your eyebrows, you urged him to continue. “I need you to be my girlfriend.” If you had opened your eyes any wider, they probably might have popped out of your head.

“W-What?” You shouted. Jeonghan put one of his fingers to his lips to shush you, which only helped to get you quiet and not to calm your racing heart. “But you’re always saying…”

“Listen,” He held one of your hand with both of his. “I know, I know. I’m always saying I’m not looking to date right now. But that’s exactly why I need you. I’m hoping to get everyone off my fucking back even if it’s just for a little while. Once the news of our relationship dies down, we can call it quits.”

You felt like this was a really vivid dream; like your subconscious was playing an elaborate trick on you and that none of this was actually real. Jeonghan squeezed your hand and looked at you expectantly. This must’ve been really important to him, and he was counting on you. Curse your simple heart, seven years had passed and you still felt like the love struck sixteen year old you were when you first met him.

This was a bad idea. No, this was a terrible idea. You should tell him that. There is no way you should say—

“Okay, fine. But only until the news dies down.”

Jeonghan grinned, visibly pleased with your response.

“I knew I could count on you.”

Thinking with your brain was always hard for you to do whenever you even thought about him, so having him make such a large request of you was basically keeping you from acting with any sort of rationality.

But Jeonghan didn’t need to know all that. You propped your elbow up on the cool surface of the table and leaned your head into the palm of your hand, swallowing down your apprehension. “What are friends for?”

When you woke up the next morning, the only thing on your mind was Jeonghan. Your interaction with him at your job hadn’t been a dream. He had asked you to be his (pretend) girlfriend, and you had agreed. You partly regretted the decision like you would a hangover, knowing that you still had feelings for him and telling him you’d go along with his plans could only end so many ways. You’d have to stop thinking with your heart so often.

In your moment of doubt, you received a text from Jeonghan. After he had finished his very late lunch yesterday, he tore off a piece of the receipt and scribbled down his phone number on it for you to keep, leaving you behind with a generous tip and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Fucking butterflies.

He’d also left you a very lovely, romantic text.

I’m picking you up at 7:45.

Ever the charmer. You checked the time; it was exactly 7. You groaned and hoped that this wouldn’t become an everyday thing, you didn’t even go into work this early.

Jeonghan ended up arriving outside your aunt’s house ten minutes later than he said he would, which only made you feel dumb for racing against the clock to make yourself look presentable.

He kept his eyes on you as you buckled up. “Good morning.” You side-eyed him, just barely making out the stupid lopsided grin on his lips.

“For you, maybe.”

“You’ll get used to it, I already have.”

So this would be an everyday thing. Great.

Accompanying Jeonghan around had given you a unique perspective on your own life. You had already thought there was a lot on your own plate, but Jeonghan, you weren’t sure how he handled it all. Sitting through meetings, fittings, hair and makeup, and photoshoot after photoshoot was tiring you out and you weren’t even the model.

You did like the rush of pride you got whenever Jeonghan introduced you as his girlfriend. Getting to see the shocked look on the faces of the people who worked beside him made you feel like you were important. If you didn’t have to get up so early all the time, maybe this was something you could get used to.

“It’s boring, right?” Jeonghan said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, waving away the man that was wiping off his makeup. “The sitting around, the waiting, all of it. You’re bored, aren’t you?”

You raised one of your eyebrows. “Why would you think I’m bored?” You asked. “Are you bored?”

“Obviously,” he scoffed in reply. “I would’ve rather done pretty much anything else. I mentioned being a model, like, one time and they just went with it. I didn’t wanna argue with my parents, though.” He shrugged, and that was it.

There was a sudden awkward tension in the air with Jeonghan’s overly honest confession. You glanced at the man who was in charge of removing his makeup, sharing a sheepish look with him before breaking eye contact. He was two for two on the eye opening revelations today, and you weren’t too sure you could handle a third.

Clearing your throat, you tried to think of a way to steer the conversation into a different direction. “So, uh, where to after this?”

“The gym. I would’ve gone tomorrow but Joshua said he’d meet me there.”

Finally, a break in this drag of a schedule of his. And you’d get to see Joshua. You could feel your boredom melting away like ice on a hot day as you got up and stretched.

“I’ll be in the car.”

So, about the visit to the gym…

It was fine at first. Normal. You greeted Joshua, hugged him, expressed how good it was to see him and how much you had missed him after all this time, and he smiled and done the same.

Speaking of Joshua, he had almost screamed when Jeonghan mentioned that you and him were seeing each other, and when he looked at you to confirm that he was telling the truth, he did scream, earning him confused and concerned stares from the people around you. Lying to him warded off the happy feeling you had built up on the way over here in a heartbeat, so you stayed silent for the duration of his workout with Jeonghan.

“Shit, dude, I gotta go. Something just came up,” Joshua apologized quickly and rushed out of the building, leaving just you, Jeonghan, and a small handful of other people rich or important enough to get into this private space.

You weren’t sure why, maybe it was the hot, sticky air of the gym. Maybe it was Jeonghan sitting there, all sweaty and panting and looking at you with that stupidly sexy smirk on his face. Maybe it was a bunch of other things you couldn’t bring your mind to conjure up the words for, but something was about to happen, you could feel it.

“I should shower.” Jeonghan suddenly said, parting his sweaty body from the machine he had been occupying. His eyes flashed with something you couldn’t quite place. “Wanna join?”

That’s the short version of how you ended up pressed up against the wall gym shower, your back to Jeonghan as he took you from behind. Your head spun with desire and a dash of shame. Even though it felt really good, you hadn’t even kissed Jeonghan once since declaring your status as (fake) girlfriend and boyfriend.

“Oh, baby. If I had known you felt this good I’d have done this ages ago,” Jeonghan moaned into your ear, and you could feel your knees buckle under you. That sweet-talking mouth of his would definitely be a problem for you, you were calling it now. Hearing such vulgar comments fall from his lips so naturally made you wonder why he was so good at this.

“F-Fuck, Jeonghan. Don’t stop…” The tiles of the small shower felt cold and wet against your skin, the feeling being the only thing keeping you somewhat grounded. Jeonghan’s hands held your hips tightly when you almost slipped as he mumbled something about being careful. If you weren’t in this position you’d have slapped him. “You’re not funny.”

Jeonghan isn’t bothered by your remark in the slightest. He snaps his hips forward, loving the way you gasp and push yourself back to meet his thrusts. He really thought you looked cute like this, so easily losing your composure because of him. He knew about the effect he could have on people, but none of them mattered now that he saw how you reacted to him. “Tell me how it feels baby.”

“So good, Jeonghan. F-Feels so fucking good.” You whined, your mine tuned in on the feeling of his wet skin against yours and the sounds of both of your moans.

“That’s right, feels so good. You’re so cute, you know that?”

Your muscles clenching around his cock when he said that was the one thing that seemed to have Jeonghan lose his cool. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there while he rubbed your clit in fast circles, urging you closer and closer to the bliss of your release.

“Gonna…I’m g-gonna—” You try to say only to be cut off by your own hoarse wail of Jeonghan’s name as your orgasm hits you. Afraid that you might fall, Jeonghan holds onto you even tighter all while continuing to fuck you through your high. He glances down, biting his lip at the sight of the white ring forming at the base of his cock and the streaks of cum streaking down your inner thighs. Never did he think a visual so filthy would get him off, but he couldn’t help but bite your shoulder and curse quietly as he felt himself cum.

The water had gone cold by now, making the realization of just how long you’d been in here weigh heavy on your mind. Jeonghan squeezed one of your hips before he pulled out of you and stepped out to find some towels. You turned off the cool water, leaning back against the same wall you’d just been fucked against and sighed.

Now you really couldn’t go back.

Out of nowhere, a hauntingly embarrassing thought crawled its way into your mind. “Oh no,” you gasped. “Jeonghan, what if someone heard us?” He just laughed at your panicked words.

“Private gym, private showers.” He explained, smiling when you visibly relaxed. “You make some pretty funny faces, has anyone ever told you that?”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile on your face. “Yeah, you have, back in school.” There had been many instances in your teenage years where Jeonghan had often laughed harder to your reactions to certain events more than the event itself, and he’d always tell you how “fascinating” your range of facial expressions were. History does repeat itself after all. “Has it really been that long?” Hearing the words he’d said to you the other day elicited a soft chuckle from Jeonghan as he pulled your body closer to his, wrapping one of the warm towels around your shivering frame.

You didn’t like the way your heart was beating faster at an action as simple as that as if he hadn’t just had his way with you in that little cubicle this place dared to call a shower, but you just laughed with him and hoped that he wouldn’t notice.

“I guess it has.”

When you returned to work on Friday, you received a warm welcome from your favorite coworker and best friend.

Translation: Chaewon screaming at the top of her lungs and shaking you back and forth.

“You didn’t tell me you’re DATING YOON JEONGHAN!” Her grip was entering bruise territory. “I thought we were friends!”

“Chaewon, please,” Sakura sighed, prying you out of her arms. “You’re dating that boy that came in the other day? What’s the big deal?”

Chaewon had never looked so shocked. Well, that’s a lie, but right now that’s just how her face looked. “The big deal is him! He’s literally everywhere, Sakura. He’s YOON JEONGHAN!”

The customers could no doubt hear her frantic screaming from the kitchen despite your best efforts to make her quiet down. Unfortunately trying to get Chaewon to calm down was like trying to get a penguin to fly.

“How do you even know about that anyway?” You asked. Chaewon held up a finger, quickly pulling her phone out of her pocket and typing a few words into google and hitting search. She held it out to you and Sakura, and your jaw dropped.

Pictures of you and Jeonghan leaving the gym together, hand in hand, along with a plethora of articles inquiring about your identity as Jeonghan’s girlfriend. Your face wasn’t visible in any of them, but anyone who knew you could tell that you were the one beside him in those photos.

“Oh, wow. Yeah, that’s you alright.” Sakura hummed without even sparing you a glance. “That’s nice. He’s a handsome guy. Good for you, [Y/n].”

You smiled, feeling a little awkward with all the sudden attention. “Thanks, Kkura.” You couldn’t even prepare yourself to be grabbed by Chaewon a second time, so you just let it happen.

“Tell. Me. Everything.”

“Uh…”

“You can talk after work,” Sakura sighed, pulling you away from Chaewon once again. “[Y/n]’s boyfriend will still be with her after her shift is over.”

You really hoped so.

For almost the entirety of your shift, you were somewhat unfocused on your actual job and more on the leaked pictures of you and Jeonghan. Never had you been used to having so much attention on you, especially over a guy. Of course, Jeonghan wasn’t just any guy, but still. All of the hype had to be because of what he’d always preached about not being interested in dating, no doubt, but other than that your sentiment was similar to that of your manager’s: what’s the big deal?

Chaewon also seemed off, though it was mostly only because she couldn’t wait to pick your brain about your relationship with the model. She kept looking at you and smiling for the entirety of your shift, and you’d just try and pretend you didn’t see her. It was working fine until you know who came back to pay you another unexpected visit.

“Hey, your boyfriend is here!” She whispered to you when you returned from a quick trip to the bathroom. You felt confused and surprised at the same time, he was supposed to be…anywhere but here right now. The stupid organ in your chest jumped when you considered the possibility that he was actually here for you.

Making your way to the front of the restaurant, Jeonghan stood there, hands in his pockets, looking pleased to see you.

“Jeonghan, what are you doing here?” He pouted at you.

“Is that the only question you know how to ask me?” You crossed your arms, not in the mood for his little games right now. “Sorry, fine. I wanted to see you. Make sure you’re handling the news well.”

“News…? Oh, that.” You weren’t too thrilled to talk about your sudden rise to fame even though it had been the only thing on your mind ever since finding out from Chaewon today. Kind of ironic. “It’s whatever, I guess. I mean, I couldn’t believe it when Chaewon showed me the pictures, but that was pretty much it.” You shrugged.

“Wow,” Jeonghan hummed. “Have you always been this blunt? Where’s the girl with the bob? I like her energy better.” He started to laugh, the sound only getting louder when you hit him on the chest. You knew didn’t hurt him, not even in the slightest, and his cute giggling only made you madder. Damn him and his smart mouth. “Just kidding, baby.”

And there he goes with the nicknames again. Seriously, damn him and his smart talking, filthy, mouth and all the words he’d speak with it to get you all flustered.

“You never answered me. Don’t you have a photo shoot or a fitting, or, I don’t know, somewhere else to be instead of Ihop on a Friday?”

Jeonghan just smiled at you. “Forgive me for wanting to just stop by and say hello to my girlfriend.”

“Jeonghan.”

Your eyes watched him as he tried to bite back the smile on his lips to no avail. He nodded slowly, seemingly getting the hint that you could always manage to see right through him. He didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing.

“Alright, alright. You remember that show I was on not too long ago? The one with Jiyho?” Of course you remembered. Chaewon had sent the link to the video once it was uploaded to youtube (like she did with everything involving Jeonghan) along with a bunch of incorrectly spelled words in all caps expressing her excitement and disbelief. He continued speaking once you nodded. “Yeah, so, she pretty much wants me back on the show…with you.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, waiting for you to object to the whole thing.

But you don’t object. You glance to the side once, then back at him, and shrug like you had done moments earlier. “Okay. I’m off on Wednesdays and Thursdays.” The man in front of you sighed and shook his head.

“She wants us there tomorrow. Can’t you get someone else to come in for you, or something?”

You exhaled a heavy, dramatic sigh. “Fine. But you owe me, okay? This is coming out of my paycheck.” The look of utter happiness on Jeonghan’s face whenever you give into him is something you think you’ll never get tired of seeing, like he really thought it’d take more convincing to get you to say yes. You’ve literally been wrapped around his finger since you were sixteen, it was honestly surprising that he had the nerve to explain himself to you sometimes when you damn near lacked the ability to say no to him.

“You’re the best,” he was still smiling when he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay? Wear something cute.”

You made some sort of strange yet quiet noise of acknowledgment, watching him with slightly parted lips as he walked out of the doors and back to his car. Jeonghan had just kissed you. On the forehead, yeah, but it was still a kiss. And not like he had kissed you in the shower, either, this one felt different. Tingly. You’d have probably stayed rooted to that spot if Sakura hadn’t started yelling for you to get back to work.

“Coming!”

Mornings always seemed to come too fast for you, especially when you were going anywhere with Jeonghan. Time had to be speeding up on purpose knowing that you were always rushing to get ready lest you make Jeonghan late to one of his unmissable and very important (that you were still shocked to discover how much he despised) events.

You were worried about wearing the “wrong thing” even though you had no idea you should wear for something like this and texted Jeonghan for help last night. He responded with a short explanation of what he’d be wearing and said that you could just wear whatever you thought would match or complement what he’d have on. And then he’d sent one more a few minutes after that. One that read:

good night [y/n] sleep thigh

You had responded with a series of question marks, expecting some kind of explanation or clarification, but he must’ve gone to sleep right after that because there was no response for the rest of the night.

So when you had settled yourself into the passenger seat of his car, you’d decide to question him about it now.

“Oh, I meant sleep tight,” Jeonghan told you. He pointed at the seatbelt, staring at you until you were buckled up and only then did the car start to move. “Were you really thinking about that all night? Even I make spelling mistakes, [Y/n].”

You could sense that he was about to start laughing even before you started talking. “No! I just…whatever, nevermind.” And you’d been right, Jeonghan laughed just like he always did whenever you seemed to make what you considered a fool of yourself in front of him. He noticed that you were frowning from the corner of his eye and placed one of his hands on your thigh. You flinched at the contact.

“What?” He asked, starting to pull it away, but you grabbed it and placed it back down.

“Nothing.” You shook your head. “It’s nothing. Your hands are just cold.” This made him smirk. He poked your cheek, your forearm, and your upper thigh, the smile on his face getting wider each time you shivered and tried to push it away. “Quit it!”

“You like it,” he was giggling now, and you were too. You didn’t even realize that you were until he had pointed to your mouth and laughed even harder. As long as Jeonghan had known you, you’d never giggled before. He joked that he was starting to rub off on you as he poked you with his cold fingers one more time. “I like that dress, by the way.” His hand found its way back to your thigh, feeling slightly less cold now. Maybe the heat of your body was warming him up, because you definitely felt hot right now.

“Thank you.”

“Mhm. You wore it just for me, didn’t you?”

Your eyes grew the slightest bit wider. That was partly the truth, yes. You’d also worn it because he’d told you to wear something nice and this dress just so happened to be one of the nicest pieces of clothing you owned that was appropriate for an event like this. The former option seemed to be the one he was more interested in though, seeing as how he was pushing up the hem of the dress and glancing at your underwear—and the wet patch on it.

“Well, yeah, you kinda told me to.” Jeonghan loved the fact that you were actively choosing to either ignore the fact that you were wet right now or pretend like it didn’t faze you. He pressed one of his (still somewhat cold) fingers on the spot and started to rub it, making you shiver and moan. “J-Jeonghan, you’re doing this now?”

“Ah, you know what? You’re right. My hands are still cold, aren’t they?” He mumbled, but his hand stayed placed firmly against your upper thigh. You hated the way you whined at his teasing and the way you craved more. “Aww, baby. I was just doing what you wanted. Are you mad at me now?”

“You’re literally the worst!” Huffing, you slapped his hand away and Jeonghan, stubborn as ever, just placed it right back down on your thigh. “Don’t touch me.” You tried sounding stern despite the way you were starting to grin, much to Jeonghan’s amusement.

“I owe you one, okay?” His voice was full of nothing but sincerity as he pulled the edges of your dress back down. “Put on a good show for Jihyo and I’ll let you cum as many times as you want later, deal?”

Your response came immediately, like you hadn’t even had to think about it. “Deal.”

Jihyo was even prettier in person. You weren’t used to seeing her without her hair in a bob, like Chaewon, but she seemed to be in the process of growing her hair out. Her skin was a little tanner in person and she had a smile that was kind and natural, which made you feel at ease.

“So, everyone, I’m sure you’ve all seen the pictures, right? Of Jeonghan and his supposed girlfriend?” Jihyo turned so that she faced the audience, nodding along at their responses. “I know, I saw them too, and when I tell you my jaw literally dropped. I was like, I’ve gotta get him back on the show. Well here he is, everyone! And with his mystery girl too!” She held one of her arms out and the audience erupted into applause seeing you and Jeonghan hand in hand walk onto the set. Jihyo clapped as well, watching the two of you the whole time while you took your seats beside each other.

“It’s good to be back, Jihyo. Thanks for having me.” Jeonghan was as polite as ever, his fingers still interlaced with your own. The woman just scoffed and shook her head.

“Oh, it’s nothing! You know how much of a joy you are to have on set.” Then she turned to you, eyebrows shooting up. “And you! What’s your name, sweetie?”

“I’m [Y/n].” The smile on your face was a little awkward, but the audience still received the interaction positively and applauded once more.

“Well [Y/n], aren’t you a lucky girl?” She leaned a little forward in her seat. “You’re doing what a lot of other girls could literally only dream of. How does it feel to be dating Jeonghan?”

It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s like a dream come true. It’s perfect, in every sense of the word. And it’s all one big lie.

“It’s…it’s really crazy to think about it, you know? Like, I’m just a normal girl, but I’m dating him?” You ended your reply by gesturing to Jeonghan, both of you smiling. More clapping came from the audience. It seemed to be going well.

“That’s totally understandable. If I were you, I would’ve lost it. You probably did lose it a little, I would imagine, right?” You nodded at her question, recalling the day he had proposed the whole idea to you. Thinking about how you managed to keep your nerves under control in that situation amazed you, followed by a surge of pride for being able to keep up your act on nonchalance so well when in Jeonghan’s presence. So in Jihyo’s words, yeah, you did lose it just a little.

“Right, right. And you, mister, how long has this been going on?” Jihyo pointed one of her neatly manicured fingers right at Jeonghan. “I remember you saying you’d never keep that special someone a secret.”

Jeonghan leaned back and rested his hands flat on the arms of his chair. “[Y/n] wasn’t ready to be in the public eye. She was just nervous, and I’d never make her do something she didn’t want to. Forgive me.” Seeing the fake pout on his lips caused one to form on Jihyo’s face as well. He was pretty good at this lying on the spot stuff. Maybe a little too good.

“You sweet thing. What a considerate boyfriend. Anyone else feeling a little bit jealous right now?” Jihyo glanced at the audience, responding as eagerly as ever. “I’m definitely feeling a little envious. Like just a pinch. No, but seriously, I wanna know everything. Oh, tell us this: who fell in love first? I’m really curious.”

You sat up in your seat a little straighter. Should you answer? Should you tell the truth? Would Jeonghan finally get the hint you just confessed right now, or would he think you’re just playing along?

“I did.” You snapped your head in Jeonghan’s direction, and you felt tingly again. It didn’t help that he winked at you either, insinuating that this was yet another lie and that you should continue to act naturally. The audience was eating this up.

Jihyo held her hands over her open mouth, looking between you and the crowd. “Wow! I…just wow! I’m so shocked! I was expecting you to be the one who…” She couldn’t even finish speaking given her exasperation, but you could read between the lines. Jihyo wasn’t the only one thrown for a loop with his answer, you genuinely had no idea he would say that. “[Y/n], sweetie, did you know he was the one who liked you first?”

“No,” you were being honest for the first time. “I’m just as shocked as you are.” You look at Jeonghan once again, your eyes immediately noticing the smug look written all over his face. You didn’t like it.

A few more questions later, Jihyo announced that there was “no more time, sorry, i know,” and started to dismiss everyone on the set. You and Jeonghan gave her one last round of polite smiling and goodbyes before you let Jeonghan escort you back to his car. The difference in your moods was stark; Jeonghan seemed to be on cloud nine while you were still hung up over what he had told Jihyo earlier.

“Um, Jeonghan, about what you said back there…”

“I know, right! Did you see the faces of the people in the audience?” He looked so happy, sounded so happy. Anyone could tell he was enjoying the attention. You weren’t. You wanted answers.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I saw them. They really just eat up anything you say, even if you’re lying.”

For the first time in a while, you noticed a dramatic change in Jeonghan’s expression. It was only for a second, maybe less, but it happened. Something like nervousness mixed with a dash of sadness and a pinch of guilt mixed together and slapped right onto the canvas of his face to create the masterpiece of his composure being lost. And then just as quickly as he let it fall, he slapped the mask back onto his face in the form of that carefree grin.

“I know, and I’m sorry baby. I’ll drop you off and then we’ll talk all about it.”

Jeonghan was good at keeping his promises. He kept the one you made at graduation to see you again—which was probably just dumb luck, but it counted. He kept the one he made to you after you left the gym and brought you to your favorite coffee place so you could a drink and a cake pop. He even kept the one he made to you in Junior year when you dropped Minghao’s phone in the pool (you both blamed it on Mingyu). He had not kept his promise to talk to you about what he said in the interview with Jihyo. You were too occupied with his other promise (technically, it was a deal) you’d made with him before that.

“You’re a natural on camera, baby,” He whispered into your ear, running his hands up and down your sides. Jeonghan had his hand down your underwear the whole drive back to your aunt’s house, and when he finally pulled into the driveway, you were scrambling into his lap. Seeing you so worked up made Jeonghan feel good. He leaned back the drivers seat and let you grind against his erection, flooding the inside of your mind until you could think of nothing but him. “I can tell they just loved you.”

“You really talk too much sometimes,” You mumbled. Jeonghan loved nothing more than when you talked back to him, it only made things more fun when he watched you fall apart on his cock in the moments that would follow. “You and your filthy mouth.”

“Shut me up then.”

Jeonghan licked his lips, and you watched him do so with bated breath. He was challenging you. Up until now, you had never kissed each other. You were afraid that if you did, some kind of invisible, imaginary line would be crossed and then it’d be that much harder to let him go. But what the hell, you’d already had him balls deep inside of you, what was a kiss compared to that?

His perfect, pink, lips were calling out to you like a siren does a sailor. There was no resistance when you finally kissed him, finally feeling the softness of his lips against your own. Jeonghan pulls you closer, the sudden friction between your bare core and his clothed cock making the two of you moan into the other’s mouth.

“Ride me,” He whispered with need. Need, you thought, Jeonghan needed this from you. This would’ve been the ideal time to tease him back considering his current state. But fuck, you needed him too.

Jeonghan helped you unbutton his pants and slide them down along with his boxers just enough for you to sink down onto his aching cock. It felt different, but not in a bad way. He felt so much deeper, so much better, so much closer.

He let a chuckle slip past his lips. “Your heart…it’s beating fast.” His ability to be snarky and annoying never seemed to escape him.

“Is yours not?” You asked him while you rocked your hips back and forth lazily. The last thing you wanted to do was rush this moment, this might be the last time you got to have him like this, you wanted it to last. Jeonghan wrapped his hand around one of your wrists and placed it flat against his chest.

His heart was beating just as fast as yours.

There was probably a word out there somewhere to properly convey the emotions you were feeling, not that you could think of it right now with the way Jeonghan was scrambling not only your insides—but your mind, too.

Neither of you spoke again after that. You became caught up in the moment, in the way each other felt. Jeonghan’s eyes fluttered closed when the motions of your hips became faster, the obscene sound of his moaning overpowering your own gasps and whines of pleasure. He looked a fucked out mess; swollen lips, dark eyes, messy hair, the whole nine yards. If your eyes could take pictures, you’d want a million of him in this moment.

Jeonghan couldn’t stop kissing you. He’d been waiting for you to take the initiative, to let go of your hesitation. And now he was addicted to you and the way you kissed him and slipped your tongue into his mouth like you just couldn’t get enough.

“‘M gonna fucking cum, baby,” he breathed, thrusting up into you without warning. You wrapped your arms around his neck, panting, feeling yourself get close too. He kissed you, sloppily, his dick bruising the spongy spot inside you until you were seeing white. No less than a few seconds later Jeonghan was doing the same, your sloppy cunt milking him dry. You stayed like that for a while, his forehead pressed to yours, until the speed and sound of your breathing fell into the same rhythm.

“I’ve gotta go,” is how he chose to break the silence, kissing you to silence your whine of protest. “I know, I’m sorry. But hey, my family is having a party in a few weeks. Some business shit, probably for publicity. I don’t know all the details, but they told me to bring you so they could finally meet you in person.”

You couldn’t muster any other response aside from a sigh. “I’ll be there.”

He kissed you one last time. “That’s my girl.”

One promise kept, another one broken.

“You know, that day you asked me to cover your shift, I didn’t expect it was because you were running off with your boyfriend to go on some talk show,” Yeonjun mumbled, taking the somewhat heavy box labeled “bathroom” out of your hands and walking it to that room. “It must be nice, right?” His voice echoed through the empty space of your new apartment.

“Why, you jealous?” You could hear him scoff all the way from the bathroom, making you and Chaewon laugh.

It’s been two weeks since you’ve heard from Jeonghan. His schedule has gotten increasingly busier ever since his reappearance on Jihyo’s show (which only made the news of your relationship more popular) , and you missed him for a multitude of reasons. One of them being that talk you never had about what he’d said that day. Every time you’d try to bring it up with him there was always a way he managed to weasel his way out of giving you an answer, so you’d given up trying at this point.

In better news, you’d finally managed to save up enough money to move out of your aunts house and into a decent little apartment downtown. It was kind of small, but it was just you, so you were fine with it. Today you’d finally started to move in most of your things. Joshua, Mingyu, and Soonyoung would come over tomorrow to help you set up your bed and shelves and other things that required the ability to decipher Ikea instructions. Minghao would come too, but not to help put anything together. He just wanted to scope out the place and advise you on the best way to decorate it.

So for now it was just you, your coworkers, and a couple of boxes containing the few things that you owned.

“What was it like seeing Jihyo in person?” Chaewon asked, taking a seat on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“She was nice. And pretty. She’s also more tan in person.” You replied. “I really need to go to the store, I’ve barely got any real furniture.” You stared into your box labeled “kitchen” and felt taunted by the plastic cutlery that rested inside.

There was a sudden knock at the door. You looked at Chaewon and she shrugged, just as clueless as you. You padded to the door, unlocking it and opening it just a crack. It was Jeonghan. Chaewon gasped, and you could hear her jump off of the counter and shuffle over to the doorway. He looked tired and a little annoyed standing there with his hands buried in his pockets. Today must’ve been one of his off days because he was dressed way more casually than he normally was.

“Hey baby. Hi Chaewon.” His voice sounded slightly deeper than you were used to hearing it. Chaewon waved tentatively from her position behind you. “Can I come in?” You took a step to the side, enough to let him come in, and he looked around the mostly empty space with an unreadable expression. “You never told me you moved out of your aunt’s place.”

“Right, yeah, sorry,” You shrugged. “You were just so busy, I didn’t want to bother you. It just slipped my mind.” Jeonghan just shook his head and leaned against the counter.

“It’s fine, I would’ve made time to stop by and help if I’d known. Would’ve been better than all the shit I’ve been doing.”

Chaewon stood awkwardly to the side, soon accompanied by a clueless Yeonjun who had just gotten over the initial shock of seeing Jeonghan inside your apartment. “Um…we should get going right now actually. We’ll come back another day, okay [Y/n]?” She smiled at you and waved to Jeonghan with a bit more confidence this time and yanked Yeonjun out of the apartment behind her by his wrist, shutting the door behind her with a kick of her foot.

The air suddenly felt a lot thicker.

“Do you think you could do me a favor?”

You hummed questioningly, watching Jeonghan’s head drop down and his gaze lower. You followed his eyes all the way down to the bulge in his pants. He frowned when you started laughing.

“This is funny to you?” You only laughed harder, one of your hands hovering over your mouth. “I don’t find anything funny about this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you spoke through your laughs. “How did this even happen?”

He leans his head back and sighs. “I was thinking about you.” Your laughter immediately stops.

You’ve just come to two realizations.

1. Jeonghan admits he gets hard at the mere thought of you.

2. He came running here during one of his few days off because he wants your help dealing with it.

You felt a mix of things right now. Horny—obviously—but also proud, and kind of special. Weirdly enough, you liked the idea of Jeonghan running to you to find some sort of release. Or maybe you just really missed him in the wrong way.

“Come here.” Jeonghan beckons you closer, cupping your face in his hands and rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. “You’re so pretty…”

“You too,” came your mumbled reply. You reached down to palm him through his sweatpants, eliciting a drawn-out groan from Jeonghan. His hips bucked into your hand, one of his hands wrapped firmly around your wrist similarly to the way he’d done in the car. You slowly sank to your knees, never once breaking eye contact with him.

The sight of you on your knees, looking up at him through your eyelashes and your bottom lip between your teeth, Jeonghan could’ve blown a fucking load right then and there.

“Did you miss me, Hannie?”

Jeonghan sucked in a sharp breath when you yanked down his pants and boxers at the same time, exposing his cock to the cool air of your apartment. “I always miss you, baby.”

You paused for a moment and wondered if he really meant that, but with his dick literally in your face you came to the conclusion that maybe it wasn’t the best time to mull things over. You peppered his tip with kisses and ran your hands up and down the base. You’d almost forgotten how much you love it when he moans for you.

“S-so good…you’re so good to me,” he rested his hands on the top of your head, breathing shakily when you finally closed your lips around him. Just when he thought he couldn’t become any more addicted to you, you went and proved him wrong.

You choked and dug your fingers into his thighs at an unexpected show of force from Jeonghan, pushing his cock deeper down your throat with a thrust of his hips. A loud gag shot out of your mouth when it hit the back of your throat, tears starting to well up inside of your eyes. He would’ve apologized if he didn’t think you didn’t like the sight of you like this. “You’re fucking perfect,” he said it without thinking, too caught up in the moment.

A single tear trailed down your cheek. You moaned around him and he copied the sound, the vibrations making him shiver with pleasure. Your jaw was starting to hurt, just a little, but Jeonghan seemed too far gone go notice anything but his own need to cum down your throat. You whined as loudly as you could, and that’s when he finally seemed to get the memo.

His grip became the slightest bit looser, letting you wrap your hands around whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You feel kind of gross when you notice that there’s spit dripping down your chin, but Jeonghan thought it was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. He literally couldn’t take his eyes off of you, big brown eyes now dark with arousal.

“Will you be good and swallow for me, pretty girl?” He asked, though the question seemed entirely unnecessary given that you would’ve done so anyway. Nevertheless, you hummed in agreement, which was all he needed before the warmth of his cum spilled into your mouth. His body went limp once you tore yourself away from him and he leaned back against the countertop.

“I’ve never actually done that before, by the way,” you mentioned all too casually. Jeonghan stared at you, completely dumbfounded, like you hadn’t just sucked the soul out of him. Your face felt hot when you noticed his face. “What?”

“It’s kind of hard for me to believe that after what you just did, but okay.” He shook his head. “Oh, by the way, the party my parents are having is on a Thursday. Totally random, I know, but at lease you won’t have to call off and miss work. You can still make it, right?”

He really remembered that?

“Yeah…I can still come.” Jeonghan smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. It made you giggle. Maybe he really was rubbing off on you after all.

“Perfect.” You expected that to be it and for him to leave you, but instead he picked up one of the boxes on the floor and began unpacking the contents inside. “Do you like it here?”

“Huh?” You pushed aside the shock you felt by him still being here to give a proper answer. “Oh, yeah. It’s nice. The people upstairs are kind of loud at night, though.”

Now he was giggling. You groaned and rolled your eyes. “Not that kind of loud, Jeonghan. You’re so gross.” He was smiling at you, totally unbothered.

“You love me.”

Oh, if only he knew.

Thursday has never come so fast. Time definitely had something against you, and this was the proof.

The venue for the party—some building as fancy as it was big located in the heart of the city—was hot with dim lights and hallways that were way too long. Dozens of people were lined up around the entrance with cameras and microphones. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from them, even from the passengers seat of Jeonghan’s car, and he grumbled.

“The fucking press is still out here?”

It’s late in the evening. The sun is setting. They’ve been camping out here for days. These people are nothing if not devoted.

“You did say this was a publicity event,” you squeezed his hand. “We’ll just walk fast and smile.”

A smile broke onto his face. “I’ve only done that, like, three times.”

“I remember it being more than that, actually.”

He pouted at you, making you giggle. He was so cute it was almost unbelievable.

“Are you nervous?”

“Well, maybe just a little.” It wasn’t the party or the public that scared you, but the idea of meeting Jeonghan’s parents made your stomach churn. He eased your worries with a kiss, then another, and another.

“You’ll be fine. I promise.”

You wanted to believe him. You don’t know if you really do. There’s no fooling your brain, but your heart is much more easily swayed by his words. He holds your hand tightly as he leads you past the hundreds of cameras and people crying out your name followed by some of the strangest questions you’ve probably ever been asked—no, definitely ever been asked. You squint your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the low interior lighting, and you can see two people approaching. Jeonghan’s thumb rubs the back of your hand to soothe you.

“Ready?” He mumbles. You smile and nod.

“Not like I have a choice.”

“Jeonghan! [Y/n]! So happy you could make it.” His father greets you warmly, paired with a smile and a firm handshake. His mom is a bit less reserved with her affection, immediately pulling you into a hug.

“You look lovely, dear. Absolutely stunning.” You smile at the compliment. “It’s so good to finally meet you in person.”

“I feel the same. I’m still a little shaky.” You laughed and it seemed to ease the tension, given the way his parents laughed along with you. His father handed you a skinny glass of champagne which you eagerly accepted, sipping down the bubbly liquid. Jeonghan let go of your hand, now holding a glass of his own.

“I hope Jeonghan doesn’t give you too much trouble. We know he can be a bit of a handful at times.” The woman said, getting another laugh out of his father and you.

“Mom, please.”

“No, it’s okay. He’s really such a great guy. Our time together has been…” You sucked in a breath and glanced up at Jeonghan. He looked down at you, smirking. “…special.”

“Jeonghan? Oh, it really is him! Jeonghannie!”

You and Jeonghan both turned your heads to search for the source of the voice, both of your eyes landing on a girl with dark hair and plump lips waving at Jeonghan.

“Momo,” he smiled at her. “Good to see you. I didn’t know you’d be here.”

Momo smiled back. “We would’ve been here earlier, but Sana couldn’t decide on what to wear and Mina wasn’t being any help.” She huffed at the memory and shook her head. “But we’re here now. Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see you.”

You smiled tightly, trying to remain polite. “It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine. It was the exact opposite of fucking fine. Not only was this Momo girl interrupting your moment with Jeonghan and his parents, but she was also acting as if you were invisible. And worst of all, Jeonghan seemed less bored with her sudden appearance and was paying more attention to her than you.

You paused. Were you getting jealous?

“Hey, you don’t mind if Jeonghan takes some pictures with me and my friends, right?” She put a hand on your arm and squeezed lightly, snapping you out of your daze.

“No, it’s okay.” Momo smiled again, and you couldn’t help but notice just how pretty she was. With your approval, Momo linked her arm with Jeonghan’s, leading him to the opposite end of the room where two other girls stood waiting, their faces lighting up at the sight of the male model she had managed to drag along with her.

“Come on [Y/n] dear, he’ll be back. Oh, there are some people we’d like you to meet. Have you met Kang Seulgi? She’s a very talented designer.” Jeonghan’s mom rambled on, guiding you towards an expectant looking crowd of people.

Shockingly (well, it was shocking to you), your attention is the one thing that the majority of the other guests seem to be after. Many of them gather around you and Jeonghan’s parents, hanging off every word you say and looking at you like you’re one of the most precious things they’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. The topic of the evening is, of course, your relationship with Jeonghan.

"It's..." You search for him in the somewhat dark expanse of space, but you couldn't find him anywhere. He probably ran off somewhere with Joshua, no doubt.

Jeonghan had fucked you over. He’d brought you here just to abandon you. He made you feel special just so you’d make him look good in front of his parents. You felt like some kind of broken toy, so easily thrown to the side once he no longer wanted to play with you.

"I don't know. It's a lot of things. I'm happy though, you know? He's good to me." You smiled, the lie stinging your throat and burning your tongue. There was only so much more of all this attention you could take.

“You’re so lovely, [Y/n].”

“Isn’t she just a dear?”

“She’s the sweetest! Don’t you just love her?”

And there it was; your breaking point. One of your hands flew over your mouth, keeping the pathetic sob from escaping. Concern flashed across the faces of the guests, and you apologized as best as you could as you pushed your way through the mass of bodies and out to the hallway. None of them followed you, probably still confused as to why you had even run away in the first place, but it didn’t matter. None of this mattered.

Jeonghan’s friends loved you. The media loved you. His parents loved you. All these guests whose names you didn’t even know loved you. Everyone loved you but Jeonghan, so in the end none of it even mattered. He had no problem discarding you when you were no longer of use to him, like you were nothing, because he didn’t love you.

You finally cried. The regret, the guilt, it consumed you. You slid down to the floor, your face covered by your hands, crying on the floor like a child.

“[Y/n]?”

You could recognize Jeonghan’s voice in a heartbeat. He stared down at you, worry written all over his pretty face, but you gave him no response.

“Why are you crying?”

He knelt down beside you, trying to get you to at least look at him. You wiped away the last of your tears and sighed.

“I think we need to end this, Jeonghan.”

“What?” He seemed genuinely shocked that you said that. “[Y/n], we’re more popular than ever. That wasn’t the deal.”

You picked yourself up off of the floor, suddenly overcome with anger. "Is that seriously all you care about? How popular you are? What about me?”

His silence was painful.

“God, of course. I don’t even know why I bothered asking. You only care about yourself.”

“That’s not true. I care about you, [Y/n]. You know that.” Jeonghan frowned.

Under different circumstances you might’ve believed him, let him sway you with his sweet words and sad little expression.

“Do you? It feels like you only care about me when you want your dick sucked or when you want someone to clap for you.”

The look on his face changed in an instant. Jeonghan’s patience was wearing thin, you could tell, but there was a part of him that was holding back.

“If that’s how you really feel, why didn’t you say anything? Why even agree to do this in the first place?”

The words came flying out before you could stop them. “Because I love you, Jeonghan! I’ve always loved you!”

A heavy silence enveloped the hallway. It was tense—suffocatingly so. You could hardly make out how his face changed once more in the low lighting that enveloped you.

“[Y/n]—”

“I’m not done!” You’re not sure when you started crying again, but you arely registered the wet droplets streaming down your cheeks. “I don’t even know why I’ve tried so hard to get you to notice the fact that I love you when it’s obvious the only person you love is yourself. You’re nothing but a selfish asshole. I hate you.”

Your vision was blurred with your tears, but you could just barely make out the dejection painted on his face. It didn’t suit him. You hoped that he would say something, anything, but Jeonghan did nothing but stand there. You couldn’t do anything but laugh pitifully.

“I’m going home. Have fun at your party.”

“Wait, [Y/n], please don’t go. Let’s talk about this.” He held onto your hand when you tried to walk away. You tried to get him to let go, but he wasn’t ready to let go.

“What else is there to say, Jeonghan? We’re over, now leave me alone. Why don’t you go ask Momo to be your fake girlfriend, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to.”

You snatched your hand out of his grasp, fooling yourself with the last bit of hope you had that maybe he would chase after you. He made you a promise, after all.

It’s a shame he couldn’t keep it.

You didn’t go into work on Friday. Or Saturday. Or Sunday. After you got home last night, you buried yourself beneath the covers of your bed, too exhausted to do anything other than lie there in the darkness until you fell asleep. When morning came, you couldn’t even muster up the strength to move, so you called Sakura and said that you were sick and wouldn’t be able to come in for the next few days.

Jeonghan had left you an unbelievable amount of texts and calls, none of which you bothered to respond to. Chaewon and Joshua also texted you to ask about the party and if you’d heard anything from Jeonghan; apparently no one had heard from him since the party. As if you’d know.

On Sunday, you’d managed to tear yourself away from your bed—for longer than a trip to the kitchen or the bathroom—and out onto the couch. A rerun episode of Jihyo’s talk show was playing on the TV, the one that featured you and Jeonghan. You watched with a heavy heart as the two of you walked hand in hand, smiling, waving to the studio audience.

How could you ever fall in love with him? He was just another self serving rich boy who used you for his own personal gain. It didn’t matter that he was charming or funny or cute or—

Fuck, even when you were mad at him you found it impossible to ignore the beating of your own heart when you remembered just how nice it felt to be with him, even if it was all just for show.

Someone was knocking. You sighed, not wanting to get up, but the knocking only grew louder and more urgent.

“Okay, I’m coming! Damn…” You shouted, lifting yourself from the couch and over to the door, frowning at the person standing on the other side.

Jeonghan’s state of being didn’t seem to be any better than yours. His eyes had bags under them, his hair was in desperate need of a brush, and he was still in his pajamas. Even so, he smiled weakly at the sight of you. “I was worried you wouldn’t answer. I’m happy to see you’re doing okay.”

You scoffed. “I’m not.” You missed the way his smile dropped at that. “What do you want?”

“I want to apologize to you.”

Shaking your head, you started to shut the door, almost closing it on Jeonghan’s arm in the process.

“Wait, please! I really mean it, just give me a few minutes and then I’ll be gone, I swear.”

There was no way you were in your right mind, because you actually let him in. He smiled and followed you to the couch, sitting at a distance to keep you from getting uncomfortable.

“I thought about what you said at the party. The stuff you said about me wasn’t wrong. I was being selfish. I did only care about my image. You had every right to be upset with me.”

“I’m still upset with you.”

“And that’s perfectly fine, but just hear me out,” His voice was frantic. “Those two weeks I didn’t talk to you were the worst two weeks of my life. I wasn’t lying when I said I missed you. I really missed you, [Y/n]. And the more I thought about you, the more I realized that I was falling in love. I’m so in love with you, [Y/n].”

You weren’t buying it. “You could’ve texted me. Or called. Or something.”

Jeonghan turned to face you, eyes flickering over your face. “I wanted to, and I should’ve, but…”

“…But what?”

His cheeks were growing pinker by the second.

“But what, Jeonghan?”

“But I didn’t want you to leave me. I didn’t tell you how I felt because I thought it would overwhelm you. If you start to feel real feelings in a fake relationship, what are you supposed to do?” He sounded so…sad.

When the reality of his words finally sunk in, clarity followed. Jeonghan was in love with you. Jeonghan was scared that you would want things to be over. Jeonghan was worried about how you would react to him.

You breathed out a laugh.

“You’re such a dummy, Jeonghan. Why would I ever leave you?”

His sadness evaporated, now replaced with relief and joy and love. He pulled you into a hug and sighed happily when you returned it.

“I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. My heart literally fucking broke when you cried because of me and my shitty attitude.”

“Oh, but I love your shitty attitude. Just not when it’s making me cry.”

“Good. Pretty girls shouldn’t cry.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you. You felt giddy at the way his lips moved against yours, smiling into the kiss. He gently pushed you so you were lying on your back, breaking away to look down at you.

“My pretty girl…” He said again, voice sweeter than sugar, fingers trailing up your legs. They felt cold against your burning hot skin, and it made you shiver. “Gonna let me make you feel good like you deserve?”

“Yes, Hannie, please.”

Jeonghan groaned, pausing the movement of his fingers to bask in the sound of you begging for him. You had no idea what you did to him and it made his dick that much harder. “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

“Hurry up, your hands are cold,” You whined. His eyes flashed with mischief, pressing his fingers down into the flesh of your inner thigh, watching you shiver and moan.

“I don’t know, I think that you like it, am I right?”

“If you don’t hurry up and touch me, I’ll do it myself.” To prove your point, you slipped your shorts off and tossed them somewhere onto the floor. Jeonghan touched you before you could even think about sliding off your underwear, cupping your leaking cunt with his hand.

“The only one who gets to play with this pretty pussy is me, baby. Don’t ever forget it.” You moaned at how fast his demeanor seemed to change, nodding furiously as you tried to grind into his hand to relieve the ache he was making you feel.

Pouting and panting, you looked up at him. “Hannie, don’t be mean…”

He found it insane how he didn’t realize how whipped he was for you earlier. Like really, he was totally wrapped around your finger. This must’ve been how you felt for all those years.

“Whatever you want, baby,” He lifted your legs a little higher, situating himself so he was lying flat on his stomach, face only a few inches away from your cunt. He pushed your underwear to the side, gasping at the sight of how wet you were. “Shit, baby, you’re fucking dripping.”

“Just for you.”

He seemed pleased with that. “Better be.”

Jeonghan buried his face in between your legs, groaning when the taste of you hits his mouth. He’s making an even bigger mess of you, licking at you greedily and sloppily, drowning himself in the wetness between your thighs.

You’re moaning louder than you think you ever have in your life. Shaky fingers slide into his soft dark hair, gripping tightly. He doesn’t seem to mind though, already too caught up in you to register the little bit of pain. You grind into his face, staining the lower half of his face with your arousal.

“Hannie, fuck,” You manage to say despite your fucked out state. Jeonghan hums, and the sensation makes your thighs close around his head. If you could speak, you would apologize, but Jeonghan seems to grow impossibly more aroused by the act.

He slips two of his fingers inside of you, it’s easy given how wet you are and keep getting, while he occupies his tongue on your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, any and all coherent thoughts having escaped you in that moment. The only thing you could focus on was Jeonghan, his lips, and his fingers.

You could feel yourself getting close, a familiar feeling blooming in your stomach. Jeonghan could feel it too with the way you were tightening around his fingers and arching your back to stay as close to him as you can. He circles your clit with his tongue before starting to suck on it, your legs shaking with the force of your orgasm.

“You taste so good,” Jeonghan says, licking his lips clean of every last drop of you. He presses one last long, lingering kiss to your pussy before gathering the strength to pull away and wipe his mouth clean.

“We could’ve kept going.” The look you gave him was so innocent and sweet, a contrast to the way your legs were still spread open with your juices staining your inner thighs. You almost convinced him. Almost.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He spoke slowly and softly, as if he was in no rush to give you more despite the painfully obvious tent in his pants.

“Well then hurry up and fuck me already.”

Jeonghan doesn’t want to keep you waiting, but he can’t help but tease you just a little bit more. He sheds his clothes with little urgency, and he smirks like the little cocky shit he is when he sees the way you’re looking at him, like you could just devour him here and now. It’s like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again, astonished by the sight of him. He was just so pretty all over.

He slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit, teasing your entrance until you were squirming. “Hannie, please,” you whined, steadying your hands on his shoulders. Clearly he was just as desperate as you were, because he pushed into with a groan no more than a moment later.

“So tight, baby, shit. Are you trying to make me cum already?”

His strokes are slow and deep, and you can feel every single inch of him inside of you as he drags himself all the way out before slamming back inside. Whenever you clench around him, he falters and lets himself moan something unintelligible about how good you feel or how pretty you are.

“F-Faster, Hannie, I want—” Jeonghan cut you off with a sloppy kiss, swallowing each and every one of your noises.

He cooed at you and shook his head with fake disapproval. “When did you get so demanding?” Your words turned into whimpers when he increased both the pace and the force of his thrusts, rendering your ability to speak useless. “You know I’ve got you baby, I know what you need.”

“Stop talking like that.” Your nails dragged down his back, streaking his unblemished skin with thin red lines.

“What are you gonna do if I don’t? You gonna cum and make a mess of yourself all over my cock, huh baby?”

You whimpered again, leaving Jeonghan to assume that he was correct and giving him yet another ego boost. With one hand, he pushed your shirt up to reveal your braless chest, kissing and sucking at the supple skin of your tits.

There was no way you weren’t going to be getting a noise complaint. The sounds coming from Jeonghan’s hips snapping against yours paired with the steady stream of sounds coming from both you and Jeonghan were sure to have them making a fuss. Not that any of that mattered at the moment, well, not to either of you.

His hand snakes between your bodies, rubbing feverishly at your abused bundle of nerves, whispering so sweetly into your ear the words “cum for me” which is all you needed before doing just that. Jeonghan watches your face as you cum, and he thinks that you’ve never looked more beautiful than you do now, letting yourself fall apart underneath him like this.

“I love you so much,” He says in between his strained grunts of pleasure. “So fucking much, baby.” Even after you had already cum, Jeonghan’s hips never once stopped moving against yours.

“I love you too, Hannie, fuck.” The overstimulation was starting to hit you, and you whimpered because of it.

“I know, baby. I’m almost there.”

His tip is bruising your sweet spot with each of his thrusts, making you squeeze around him impossibly tighter, and the feeling makes him so dizzy, reminding him of the fact that he is truly and utterly yours. “Want me to cum inside you, pretty girl? Use your words and tell me.”

“Yes, yes, please, Hannie! Need your cum inside of me!” Your mouth and body are reacting on their own, saying and doing what they want as you feel yourself cum a second time. He doesn’t hold back anymore, the warm sensation of his cum being fucked deeper and deeper into you overtaking all of your senses, leaving you feeling fuzzy and lightheaded.

Jeonghan’s head rests on your chest, breathing in your scent and listening to the sound of your heart. He’s too lazy and too tired to pull out, but you don’t mind. “Can you be my girlfriend for real now?” Even as you work to catch your breath, he still manages to make you laugh.

“Hm, I don’t know, nobody was around to hear you say that, should we go find you an audience?” You tease, and Jeonghan whines loudly and shakes his head.

“In that case, yes. I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

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[etfrin]

❝coriolanus snow who treats you like a doll❞

tw: toxic, dark, objectification, suggestive | [fem reader]

๑💌 Coriolanus Snow braids your hair every night, it's a routine to him. Doesn't matter how late he is from work or if he has to wake you up to do it, he will do it himself every night.

๑💌 Coriolanus Snow brushes your hair every morning as well, but not only that if he has time he will shower with you. Clean you up with his own hands, rub your body thoroughly, and scrub your scalp with his favorite shampoo

๑💌 Coriolanus Snow who has a very large closet dedicated to you. Everything in there was chosen and bought by him. He selects your outfit every morning and even chooses the make-up you will wear (the ones that would look pretty when you're sobbing with how good he is fucking you)

๑💌 Coriolanus Snow who thinks dolls shouldn't talk after all they're dolls. Dolls should be played with. He only allows sounds from your lips when you're spewing the latest gossip, or asking him about his day. He loves your voice when you're moaning, whimpering, and whining when you're being used as a Fleshligh, otherwise, he doesn't care about your words.

๑💌 Coriolanus Snow rarely lets you ride him, when he does, it's a privilege (read: he's just too tired but won't admit it) and you can only fuck yourself on his cock at the pace he has set. If you go faster or slower, he will make sure to punish his doll that can't fucking obey.

๑💌 Coriolanus Snow who daydreams about fucking you in front of all of Panem. Just so he can brag that he has a good pet, an obedient human doll to play with that no one has. Snow lands on top.

๑💌 Coriolanus Snow doesn't show affection to you in the normal way, but he does show them (or so you believe). He shows you by kissing you on your forehead when you're good, he shows you by reading whatever book you want during bedtime, he shows you by letting you cum, he shows you by calling you his, and by letting you call him Coryo.

๑💌 Coriolanus Snow who gets paranoid that someone is going to try to poison you (even as you're stuck in the mansion) and without telling you starts to dosage your food with poison so that you grow immune. Even if your body goes weak and your mind is hazy from the noxious substance, you have access to the best doctors of Panem and you have Coryo to take care of you.

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[bunnyreaper]

welder!ghost au

After taking so many welding lessons from Simon and developing a crush, you decide to make him a little something to show your appreciation.

(f!reader, simon is a fucking weirdo, jealousy)

As soon as you'd set your mind to the idea, it wouldn't leave you.

Just like everything to do with Simon, it's buried its way into your brain and taken up residence there, gnawing away until you decide to do something about it.

How you're going to do it is something different, though. There's no way in hell you could get away with making something secret in Simon's workshop, right under his nose like that. That man is far too observant to let something like that slip by, and the surprise is part of the fun.

You want to show him everything you've learned from him, every moment that you've hung off of his every word and listened to everything he has to say, every time you've watched him work and absorbed his expertise.

You settle on a bracelet, braided stainless steel, each step made by your loving hands. Hopefully, he'll wear it, and hopefully, you can guess his wrist size properly--fucking massive isn't exactly a precise measurement.

It should take too long, not with everything he's taught you, and you can be back to working in his shop again instead of the one across the city with the guys he doesn't like. You wouldn't go there under any other circumstances, were the situation not desperate. And when you get there, you understand Simon's judgement completely, not that you ever doubted it to begin with. The guys are creepy, and they stare, as well as make comments that are misogynistic, flirtatious, or an outrageous mix of both.

You're on high alert almost the entire time you work, but you try to push it out of your mind in favour of making everything perfect for Simon. Each weld, each sand, each polish, has to be perfect for him because anything else would be doing his tutelage a disservice. You've seen the disappointed looks he's given some members of the classes when his mask is flipped up, but you'd never been on the receiving end--always so eager to please and impress. That won't change now. You won't allow it.

You braid the steel wire with a drill and a vice, cut the pieces you need, sand the ends and get to work on welding them together. It's delicate work, and your mind only slightly drifts to some of your lessons where Simon had lurked behind you, the heat of his body so close to yours as you worked.

You finish the edges and bend the metal to the desired shape, trying to imagine Simon's wrists as you work--which is surprisingly easy considering how much you've stared at that sleeve of his.

The second you finish, you bolt out of that horrid workshop, off in search of a nice box and some wrapping to finish off the gift. You had a session with Simon the following Monday, and it's then you'll present it to him--if you're feeling brave enough.

Monday rolls round, and the workshop is empty when you arrive, save for Simon working away in the corner. You can tell by the way his posture stiffens that he knows someone has entered, even over the noise of his work, because he's always so perceptive.

The box is in your hand, and your palms are starting to sweat as you call out to him. "Hey Si."

He finishes up what he's doing and makes his way over, setting his welding mask down and revealing his handsome features. "Just us tonight." His comment seems fairly inconsequential, but honestly, you preferred it that way, getting to be the sole focus of his attention.

You nod in response, knowing you should just get the gift giving out of the way so you can both get to work, but your stomach twists with worry. What if he hates it? What if he never wears it?

"What's that?" He asks, eyes flickering down and clocking the box and the source of your troubles immediately.

You thrust it at him, almost as if the box burns to touch. "A gift, for you, it's silly really, but I just wanted to say thank you for everything..."

For the lessons, for his attention, for never treating you as lesser.

He rips off his gloves before he gets to work on the wrapping paper, and peels open the jewellery box to see the steel band inside.

"If you hate it, it's fine. It's just a little token of my appreciation." You rush out your words--damage control.

His dark eyes flicker between you and the bracelet, his expression unreadable before he pulls it from the box and places it around his tattooed wrist. The fit is perfect, but his reaction isn't as his expression sours. "Where did you make this?"

"Huh?" You startle, as that wasn't what you expected to come from his mouth at all.

His eyes narrow, and you swear he takes a step closer. "You didn't make this in my shop. Where did you make it?"

Oh fuck, you think, realising you have to admit to stepping foot in that other shop. You avert your gaze as a sheepish expression overtakes your features. "Uh, PK's shop, I wanted to surprise you so, I went there..."

His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look him right in those stormy eyes. "You wanna make something for me? You make it in my shop, yeah? My student, my shop."

The possessive words make you shiver, make you want to fall for your knees, and beg for forgiveness for the unknowing betrayal.

"Yeah, okay, of course... I mean I hated it there, I swear, they gave me the absolute creeps." You try to laugh away the swirling guilt and discomfort you feel. "Left as soon as I was done, and even gave them a 1 star review. But, I'll never go back, I promise."

Your eyes shine up at Simon's, waiting for him to relax.

"That's my girl." Finally, his touch releases and he steps away, grabbing his gloves. "Let me finish up what I'm working on real quick, yeah?"

"Of course." You nod quietly, watching as he walks away as your stomach starts to sink. At least he didn't take it off. "Do you... like it?"

He stops still, checking out where it sits on his wrist. His expression doesn't change, but you can hear the sincerity in his words. "Love it."

And a week or two later, when Simon asks you to come by the shop one night outside of your sessions, you're not entirely sure what to expect.

He explains he's trying something new, and needs your help, and doesn't explain anything further. But it's Simon, so of course you comply, of course you trust him.

It's only when he brings out a micro welder and a small length of gold chain that you realise what's happening. The intense look in his eyes before he gets to work leaves no room for argument, and you silently accept your fate as he permanently attaches that little bracelet to your wrist--a dainty little 'S' charm hanging from the middle.

#simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty fanfic #a loose grasp on welding and workshops but i havent stepped foot in one in 8 years #forgive me for my crimes pls #written for noel ofc #my favourite welder !!!!!! #this is a mess im sorry

[mt-oe]

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙧𝙚—bandmate mizu hcs

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Hey dears!

I've been listening to an old playlist I made when I still had time to listen to various genres of music and nostalgia hit me in such a good way.

Hope that you will find much fun in these headcanons as much as I had fun writing them <3

Enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warnings: not proofread, she/her for mizu, implied afab reader

note/s: manager reader; mizu has a crush on you

✦ She plays both electric guitar and bass. She'd be sporting a white Epiphone 1961 Les Paul SG Standard, a graduation gift from her step father. Since it had so much sentimental value to her, she never really got around to replacing it. But when she got her first job, she spent the first few months saving up for her bass which was a Fender American Performer Mustang Bass.

You'll never see her in the studio without it. She even keeps it by her side when everyone's taking a small snack break. It's like they're her babies.

One time Taigen tried playing with it while Mizu was in the restroom and everyone was surprised at how fast she came out of the comfort room to smack him on the head with a force so heavy the smack sound echoed around. With that incident, everyone knew not to touch her instruments.

✦ Dresses up either in the typical oversized shirt and baggy pants...or like Kurt Cobain. You cannot change my mind. End of conversation.

✦ Mizu would be the type of member who has argued or fought with every one at least once. It didn't matter how insignificant the issue was. If she didn't like what she saw or what was happening, she doesn't hesitate to speak up about it. This, of course, led to arguments and fights that you often had to mediate.

Why you? It's because she never really listens to anyone else. If anyone else broke up the fight, she'd fight with them as well.

"Mizu," you sighed out, crossing your arms and staring at her with an unamused look.

When you arrived at the studio, Ringo had immediately informed you that Mizu and Akemi were arguing yet again. The atmosphere inside was so thick, you could probably cut it with a knife. This led you to pulling Mizu out of band practice to have a talk with her.

She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms back. Her head was turned towards another direction, not really able to look at you. "It's her damn fault. Her and her old man," she simply replied, making you sigh yet again.

"I know you're annoyed at her dad for interrupting our practice again but you know you can't argue with Akemi all the time," you responded, unfolding your arms and placing a hand on her shoulder. "We need both of you in this band, y'know?"

Her body tensed up slightly when she felt your hand make contact with her shoulder, a blush forming on her cheeks ever so slightly. Fuck you're so cute. She glanced at you before pushing herself off of the wall, rubbing a hand over her face, seemingly annoyed. "Fine, fine. I'll apologize," she grumbled

You smiled at her, making her glance at you again. "Thanks, Mizu."

When both of you returned inside, she immediately apologized to Akemi like a brat who was scolded. But Mizu knew she'd argue with Akemi again the next time her dad barges in the studio. She's just trying to please you for now.

✦ If she isn't playing, she'll be sitting all by herself, researching about where to buy instruments and paraphernalia or watching recordings of another band's recent gig. Ringo would often join her when he spots her. His sudden appearance often makes her jump. At first, it would just be Ringo talking about his day, then what he ate, then the new songs he discovered from the smart shuffle feature of Spotify to which Mizu would either respond by not saying anything or just nodding.

When Ringo spots her looking for better instruments, he'll start talking about second-hand equipment and old but gold repair shops. Although it seems like Mizu isn't listening to him, you'll spot her checking the seller's profile or going to the shop itself on her free time even if she had no intention in buying anything.

✦ Has the most random playlist among everyone in the band. While everyone had a main genre they stuck to, such as Taigen with grunge, Akemi with pop, and Ringo with country, Mizu just listens to whatever. As long as it sounds good, she adds it to her playlist.

And mind you, she just dumps all the songs in ONE playlist.

You tried listening to it once and hearing AC/DC's Back in Black after listening to Twice's TT followed by bouquet by Ichiko Aoba was not something you'd expect to hear in that order.

She gets embarrassed when she finds out you listened to her playlist but doesn't make it obvious. The next time you look at her profile, you'll find a playlist named "you, it's always you" and it's just filled with love songs and songs about having a crush.

✦ Along with the previous, their opponents during battle of the bands competitions often underestimate her. The other competitors would be so confused because why is this dude listening to Tchaikovsky backstage instead of practicing his rifts?

Mizu was simply chilling backstage, earphones in, listening to her random ass playlist again when a shadow looms over her. She looks up and sees Akemi, staring at her and saying something she could not hear.

She removes an earbud, raising an eyebrow at their vocalist in a seemingly annoyed manner. "Your music is too loud. We can hear it from the dressing room," Akemi points out, crossing her arms. She leans forward and looks at Mizu's phone before letting out an amused huff. "Don't you think listening to Hamilton before the competition is a bit weird?" she asks with a smirk.

The other bands sitting around and eavesdropping on the two whispered, glancing at them. Hamilton? Really? Before a battle of the bands competition? Bud is already throwing away his shot, they thought.

The guitarist simply grunts at her, shrugging her shoulders at her. "This is none of your business. Go warm up or something," she replies before putting her earbud back in and closing her eyes as she leaned back against the chair. Akemi rolled her eyes before walking off, probably to find the rest of the band.

When they get up on stage, everybody already thinks the guitarist doesn't know shit. But man, the look on everyone's faces when she starts playing Chopsuey? Goddamn.

Goddamn.

✦ Unlike the others members, she doesn't actively try to build connections with other bands. Once the competition is over, everyone except Mizu is out their mingling with other bands. You're out there talking with your fellow managers, Ringo is talking about food with the other bands for some reason, and Taigen is out there attracting the other women which leads to Akemi dragging him by the ear. Mizu is just...there.

She finds interacting with other people unnecessary. She also has her moments when she recognizes and wants to talk to someone from another band but she's too awkward to talk to them. What she'll do is just stare at them from a distance and wait for someone to introduce them to her.

"You're burning a hole through their heads," Taigen comments, sitting down next to Mizu on the equipment crate and propping his leg up. Mizu grunts in acknowledgement of his comment but continues to stare at the other band. "They probably think you're a weirdo," he laughs.

She glares at him for a brief moment before looking at the band at a distance again. "They had a gig in the bar near our studio. Pretty impressive," she explains. Taigen nods, now staring at the band too.

The both of them watch as you approached the band of interest, cheery and bubbly. Almost immediately, you were already chatting it up out there.

A manager's skill probably.

Mid-conversation, you felt someone watching you so you turned around, eyes meeting with the two. Your smile widened, making the two of them stand up, knowing what was about to happen. They watched as you talked with the other band again. Suddenly, they looked at Taigen and Mizu's direction and approached them with you by their side.

"And these are my bandmates!" you introduced, moving over to their side. Just as Mizu was about to shake the vocalist's hands, the vocalist from the other band immediately patted her shoulder. "You're that person from one of our gigs! So how was it?"

The introvert in her was thanking you so much.

✦ She's a lady killer, but she's also very awkward when women approach her. As much as Mizu is pretty, Mizu is undeniably very handsome as well. Let's be honest, who wouldn't be attracted to a tall, well-built guitarist with an aloof aura and the sexiest deep voice you've ever heard?

The problem was, she didn't really know how to interact with them. The moment someone tries to hit on her, she's either frozen stiff or already planning her escape.

Mizu could not do anything but stare at what had landed on her feet.

It was a bra. With someone's number on it.

"Call me! Please!" someone from the audience screamed. She looked around in confusion before looking at the article of underwear by her feet with her eyes narrowed. Slowly, she bent down and picked it up, holding it by the straps.

Holy shit these were big.

What the hell was she supposed to do with this? Throw it back to the owner? Poor Mizu was lost. She continued to hold it up awkwardly, trying to figure out what should she do. If you hadn't told her to toss it you, she'd probably still be staring at it by the next song.

And you'd think people would stop doing that, but no. In fact, the amount of women hitting on her backstage increased. The little incident on stage somehow increased her charm with the ladies. Because holy shit...she plays both guitar and bass, both tall and well-built, looks so fucking good in a relaxed fit, can be both pretty and handsome at the same time, has an aloof and mysterious aura, AND she's awkward?? Sign me up. Sign me the fuck up.

✦ Unintentionally gets good venues for gigs. That's why you always bring her with you when talking to the owner of the venue. None of you really know how she does it, but she does?

"For the last time, I'm telling you. We've already booked enough performers for this month," the owner grumbled, glaring at you and your persistence.

You frowned at him, clasping your hands in front. "Please! We just need a gig to fund a new amplifier," you begged, giving the owner doe eyes. To no avail, the old man wouldn't budge...is what you thought.

Mizu saw your frown and knitted eyebrows and decided that it was a good time to approach you. She looked at you before looking at the owner with narrowed eyes, almost like a glare. "Is there a problem?" she asked, stepping forward and closer to the owner, stopping only once she was almost face-to-face with him. Her sharp blue eyes stared at his, piercing through his soul.

The owner stepped back a bit, looking up at her before shaking his head. "No no, we were only uh...talking about which time slot you wanted next week!" he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

Upon hearing this, you immediately perked up and gently pushed Mizu aside. "What? Really?!" you exclaimed, holding on to the guitarist's arm in excitement. The owner nervously glanced back at Mizu, who was still looking at him with the same intimidating stare, before nodding in clear defeat.

After you had negotiated with him, the two of you left with a smile. "That went supeeer well!" you laughed out, looking over at Mizu. "What'd you do anyway?" You grasped her arm, shaking it slightly.

She shrugged, looking anywhere but at you to conceal her blush. "Beats me. I just looked over to see what you were frowning at."

✦ She doesn't like singing even if she sounds pretty good. Everyone in the band, except you, has heard her sing and has tried to convince her to be the lead vocalist for at least one song but is always greeted with a "no" or a "shut the fuck up". She WILL do the back up voice but she feels too insecure about how deep and husky her voice is so it's rare.

You didn't know she didn't like singing though and on one faithful occasion...

You opened the door to the studio and was immediately greeted by the sight of Mizu sitting on the floor with her guitar in hand. The two of you arrived pretty early so the rest weren't there yet. Her guitar was unplugged and it seems like she was looking up songs on her phone.

"Hey..." you greeted her quietly, to which she nodded. "What's up?"

She looked up from her phone before sitting up straight and propping her phone on her thigh, getting ready to play. For a moment, she did not do anything but stare at what was on her phone before looking at you.

"Want to hear me sing?"

You looked at her with wide eyes, a smile slowly tugging on the corner of your lips. Despite her question catching you off guard, it was still a welcomed surprise. You nodded and sat down on the floor next to her, leaning against her slightly.

Her breath hitched upon feeling you so close to her before she slowly relaxed and started strumming on the unplugged guitar. At first, she started strumming a bunch of random chords to calm her nerves. Once you heard the first few chords, you immediately recognized the song.

"If I could begin to be half of what you think of me, I could do about anything..." she sang, strumming on her guitar softly. "I could even learn how to love."

The way she was singing the song so shyly yet so tenderly warmed you up.

Each strum.

Each word.

Each pluck .

It was like she was singing the song with someone special in mind. You leaned closer to her, resting your head against her shoulder, not minding how much it was moving.

She moved her shoulder a bit lower so you could fully rest your head against it, still singing. "Look at you go. I just adore you." She glanced at you for a moment before continuing. "I wish that I knew...what makes you think I'm so special."

A small smile also tugged on her lips as she looked at you. You looked so peaceful. You felt so peaceful. Like you were enjoying your time with her as she continued to sing. "When I see the way you way you look shaken by how long it took, I could do about anything.."

"I could even learn how to love like you"

#bes mizu x reader #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu #mizu x reader #bes mizu #bes x reader #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu imagine #mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai

[libraryraccoon]

I saw the Floyd request and I thought of rook hunt in hasbin hotel.

Rip Alastor his privacy he now became the hunted the both speaking French .

Imagine rook talking about angel dust his inner beauty is making him feel loved every day saying something positive.

And Charlie and vaggie getting put on romantic dates by rook and lucifer and rook seeing them ta about how beautiful love is.

Gender : GN

Pronouns : no real pronouns used(sometimes they/them)

Character : Alastor, general headcanon

Message from Raccoon : I was also thinking of a rook!reader while writing the Floyd!Reader tbh.

TW : ROOK!READER, a little suggestive

The Demon Of Hunt, a very strong overlord who knows everything about everyone. A predator whose prey are doomed to die.

They aren't a demon you want to mess with, you don't want to be their prey.

In their lifetime a very famous hunter living in a small village, in their death The Demon Of Hunt, the hunter everyone is afraid of.

Alastor

He met you when he was still killing overlords.

“Now, isn’t that a rather crude way of killing ?” You asked behind him.

How long have you been behind Alastor ? He has no idea.

“Oh ! And what a beautiful deer tail you have there ! C'est magnifique !” You say, touching Alastor's deer tail; ignoring the fact that you had just seen him kill an overlord.

He straight up hated you.

But he also found you interesting, especially when you could see through all his attacks.

Boring, but entertaining.

After that, you didn't let him go.

You followed him, stalking him, wherever he went.

Like a predator with its prey, observing it before killing it.

When he left for 7 years, he finally thought he had lost you…

You followed him.

For 7 fucking years he had to stay with you.

Even 8V>× didn't want to make a contract with you after seeing how weird you were.

Not to mention all the times you talked about love…

*add a disgusted Alastor*

You interfered in his life and never left, even though he tried to reject you.

And let's not even talk about your strange comments…

"Oh ! I wonder what red deer would taste like for dinner ! Or maybe a red wendigo ! Qu'en pense tu, Alastor ?"

“Red deer ?” *remembers that he is, technically, some sort of red deer/wendigo as a demon.* "Ha ha ! Stay 100km/h away from me."

When you arrived at the hotel, Alastor finally felt free ! After all his years of being the stolkant, you finally left him alone !

Well, not always, after all you would never leave your prey friend alone for too long, but you weren't with him all the time.

Alastor won't lie, not being with you 24/7 after so long was weird…

He finally had privacy-

100% complained to Rosie about you.

“And they never gave me space !” -Alastor

"Really ?" -Rosie

"Well, I'll give him some time alone. For the bathroom." -Rook!Reader, arriving out of nowhere behind Alastor.

Although Alastor considers you as a menace, there are times when he is grateful to you and to be your friend.

Like those rare times of weakness, when you helped him feel better, reassured him. It was the rare times he was grateful to have you as a friend.

I just know that when you want to talk about something private/you don't want others to hear you, you speak French.

Although sometimes you just do it to piss off other people.

"Mon cher cerf préférer ! Al' ! Je viens de découvrir quelque chose sur Vox, tu vas pas y croire !"

"Je vais préparer le thé, après tu me racontera."

You turn all Overlord meetings from boring to interesting meetings.

During meetings, you had the habit of telling everyone's secrets (except Alastor's secrets, bestie privilege), and always the most interesting ! Like this time you said you saw Carmilla decapitate an exterminator !

*After the song Respectless.* "Actually, mes chers amis, it is possible, or not, that I saw Carmilla decapitate an exterminator with her shoes. C'était un combat splendide !"

General Headcanon

You don't let anyone have privacy.

They know it, but they can't say anything.

Angel Dust suffered the most of that, he saw you during one of his shoots watching him in the shadows.. It was terrifying.

“Just try to be sexy.” -Valentino looking at Angel Dust during a shoot.

"Oh, mais mon cher, he's sexy enough like this ! Take off the underwear and people will love it !" -Rook!Reader behind Valentino, coming out of nowhere.

"MOTHERFUCKER-" *Add Valentino's scream of terror.*

You comforted Angel after each shoot, cheering him up in a more or less suspicious ways.

You call Angel Dust by his real name, Anthony. You are the only one in the hotel who knows his real name and calls him like that.

Angel Dust is sort of happy that someone thinks of him as Anthony and not Angel Dust.

Valentino hates you, as do all Vees and all the demons.

Lucifer found you weird the first time he meet you, and knowing your reputation, it was normal, but in the end you got along really well.

You 🤝 Lucifer = make Charlie and Vaggie have romantic dates by candlelight.

“Ah, youthful love ! Que c'est beau !”

“I miss the love of youth..” (in a dramatically way)

Did I mention that you and Lucifer are and always will be drama queens ?

You and Lucifer are just THAT bestie duo that everyone wants to be.

I can so see you having these dinners for two in fancy restaurants while being platonic. You say the most romantic things, speaking in French, and Lucifer joins you in those moments, doing the same.

"Oh, mon chéri, you look beautiful tonight ! Even more brilliant than usual !"

"Oh, I should be the one to tell you that ! You look beyond stunning tonight in that costume !"

You are trending on the networks.

Every. Fucking. Days.

On the networks, there are 3 teams; those who ship Lucifer x Rook!Reader, those who ship Alastor x Rook!Reader, and those who say you are a hopelessromantic and/or aromantic.

They have hilarious debates that you love to join for just fuck all and everyone.

"Well, it's true that Monsieur Alastor is quite handsome, but Lucifer ? Oh, je ne sais même pas ou commencer a son sujet !" -Rook!Reader on the networks screwing up between the teams, always changing the place between Lucifer and Alastor.

You are a star in all the circles of hell fr.

One day, Charlie asked you if you were dating her father after seeing what you were doing/writing on internet.

You answered some shit like "As much as I would love to be with him, je ne pourrais qu'en rêver. He is far too good and handsome man for a simple sinner like me."

Vaggie doesn't trust you, not in a million of eons.

Sir Pentious asked if you had a death wish after he saw you touch Alastor's deer ears…

"Oh, to die by the hand of such a magnifique et servant gentleman ! What an honor that would be !"

Sir Pentious has never seen Alastor back away from someone so fast before-

Niffty like you. You regularly complimented her on her work and her beauty.

Husk, on the contrary, doesn't like you.

He had to endure you and Alastor's shit for too long, 7 years without both of you wasn't enough.

You intrude into people's intimate moments.

And by people, I mean Husk and Anthony.

Imagine Husk and Angel Dust, just being quietly alone, a super romantic moment, and then, you pop in between the two…

But sometimes when you compliment them (one time per day), they like you.

I like to think that the Tik Tok hell version is like the one of the living, with people doing random ship. And Rook!Reader live for that.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x gn reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel lucifer #angel dust #charlie morningstar #husker hazbin hotel #valentino #vox #vox hazbin hotel #sir pentious #niffty #vaggie #vaggie x charlie #alastor x reader #alastor x gn reader #alastor x male reader #in a way #lucifer x reader #lucifer x gn reader #lucifer x male reader #choose you team #Rook!reader #french reader #french writer #Raccoon is writing

[oreotoreads]

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET ♡

pairing: lawyer!jay x lawyer!reader. fem!reader. 

WC: 15+k!

genre: rivals to lovers / fwb to lovers, forbidden relationship, smut, crack, fluff, romance, angst if you squint (everything you would find in a rom-com don’t ask me please🥹)

synopsis: you and your rival during your college years end up starting in the same law firm which has strict dating rules. when your boss wants you to work together for a case, you get to know each other better.

warnings: smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), hand job, fingering, sexual attraction, teasing, slight edging, rough sex, slight violence (men fight),  ex! sunghoon (only mentioned) ,heeseung is evil, jake, chaewon(le sserafim) and ryujin(itzy) as colleagues. jackson wang as ceo (lol) (pls feel free to warn me if it needs more!) 

a/n: AHH FINALLY FINISHED! hello everyone and say hi to my first fic ever on tumblr. i hope you all like it and please send your feedbacks because it motivates me and makes me so happy. i hope you won’t regret spending your time on it. thank you!

When you finished law school, you already had hundreds of job offers and calls. You graduated with an honorable degree and with the impressive internships you did throughout your education, you managed to catch the eyes of the best law firms but ended up signing with the one you wanted the most.

Your parents were so proud, your friends were so proud of you, they were all there to celebrate you graduating. you worked your ass off to finish this school and now you felt it paying off when you hold your diploma in your hands, excitedly shaking it in the air as you run to your friends. 

“I made it!!!” 

All your girlfriends screamed with you as they hugged you, tears of happiness were forming in your eyes. You almost thought this day would never arrive. 

“Y/n!” A voice you hated so much through these 5 years filled up your ears. But this time it didn’t bother you that much. 

“Jay.” You turned around on your heels, holding your diploma in your hand in a weird way to show it off to him, the side of your mouth curling upwards as you stared at his eyes.

“I wanted to congratulate you for being first in our class.” He smirked. You raised your eyebrows getting confused by his politeness. 

“And congratulations for coming second, Jay.” You scanned his diploma and his clenched fist around it, even though he was smiling to your face. If they asked you which feelings were better between graduating Harvard Law and beating Jay Park, you would think about it. That's how competitive you were with him and you knew he felt the same about you.

“Let’s hug.” He leaned down before letting you speak or in other words protest as he held you from your waist and pulled to himself, resting his cheek next to yours, smelling his after shave and light perfume.

“Enjoy being first in your university life because I will never let you feel that way in your business life.” 

You froze in his hold. His annoying giggle echoed in your ears like he was the villian from a movie. What the fuck did he mean by that? You were never going to see his face again after this day anyways.

He stepped back before his mother appeared next to him, shaking hands with your mom as well, it was the first time they physically met. Even though Jay and you were never friends, each other’s name never left your mouth whenever you were back in your hometown. Jay only talked about how he got higher notes than you and you only talked about how the teacher liked your essays more than his. Your poor mothers thought you were friends or even lovers at some point since you only talked about each other to your parents at every dinner. You also hated how your mom loved Jay so much, and weirdly his mom also liked you a lot. 

It was weird their kids hated each other’s guts.

“Y/n! I can't believe you guys are colleagues now!” His mother squeaked, as she pulled you in a tight hug, squeezing your shoulders afterwards. 

You forced a laugh. “Aha, Mrs. Park, yes we are both attorneys now, how nice, right?” You raised one eyebrow, wishing for her to confirm your words. You wished she meant being colleagues as doing the same job until you are 50 something and did NOT mean working in the same law firm as Jay.

Instead, she laughed loudly. 

“My Jay got the position at WANG, just like you did!” 

The information you heard was so sudden, you choked on your own saliva, your mother worriedly slapped your back. 

You finally managed to get your breathing again. “I beg your pardon?” 

Instead of his mom, Jay decided to break the news to you. “Sorry to break it to you, y/n but you were not Mr. Wang's favorite intern at all. He hired me 15 days after you left and he immediately offered me the same position as yours.” 

You closed your eyes, trying to process everything you just heard.

“Wait, wait, wait. so, you're telling me, we will be working together in the same law firm?” 

Jay smiled with his pearl white teeth in the fakest way possible. “Exactly.” 

At the end, Jackson Wang saw two incredibly talented lawyers in the making and he couldn’t choose only one of them. 

So he decided to get both.

*

It was 16 months later after graduating, both of you had your positions in the firm and you were both very successful. 

That's why your boss gave you two tables next to each other, so you can work together and brainstorm cases. 

Jay and you were always fighting and bickering, he was driving you crazy. Working with Jay was hell. The only thing making this a better experience was he really was a good lawyer. He was stupid but he was good at his job. 

“Can you please focus and stop staring at Ryujin?” You pinched his forearm and he squeaked. 

“I am definitely not staring at her.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, you are undressing her with your eyes, those two are different things.” 

Jay gathered his hands around his chest and made a pout. “Oh my god, y/n, are you jealous that your partner is staring at some intern instead of you?” 

You squinted, giving him a deadly stare. You swear to god only if he wasn’t helpful in cases you would have already got him kicked out of the firm somehow. 

“In your dreams.” You rolled your eyes. 

You knew Jay liked her, but it was impossible for him to date her anyways. Your boss Mr. Wang had strict dating rules. He wanted everyone to focus on their work and he truly was a supporter of that you can’t separate work and love. Since you started working here, two lawyers decided to marry and Mr. Wang kindly asked them to resign just so he wouldn’t fire them after their happy announcement. 

“I am already cock blocked by Jackson, anyways.” Jay whined and you shushed him. 

“Jay, stop calling him by his name oh my god. Where is your manners?” You whisper shouted.

“I left all my manners at Harvard, darling.” He got up and shuffled your hair and you kicked him on his ankle and made him stumble as he walked towards the restroom. 

This was exactly why Jackson Wang hired you both as partners. 

You hated each other’s guts and he knew you two would never ever ever date or even like each other. 

Jay and you were partners but the rivalry between you two was in the talks of the whole firm. Interns loved watching you bicker and try suggesting a different idea everytime the other came up with a different and better one. On every meeting, you fighted, usually because Jay teasing you for something stupid. 

Jackson Wang made you a team, just so there wouldn’t be so much chaos in the firm. He literally read forums about you and Jay from your fellow Harvard graduates. 

-one time i was at the library and these two started shouting out of nowhere, don’t go there if ur trying to memorize med terms :/

-jay will be first of course. jay why didn’t you call me back after the night we had? :( 

-y’all i would watch this rivalry if they documented it on netflix, ngl.

-i was trying to study and i heard a girl scream, when i looked out of the window i saw she was kicking the pavement out of frustration… turns out it was y/n and she was frustrated cause she got A- and Jay got A+.

-y/n and jay should fuck each other on our graduation day we all deserve it.

You were famous before you graduated, and Jackson loved the fame you brought to his firm, making others left in shock as he got you both.

*

After Jay came back, you tried to work for a little while before Mr. Wang called both of you to his office. He was young, the firm was his father’s legacy actually and after graduating law school he became the ceo. Everyone loved him so much but he had his own little weird habits let’s say. 

You knocked on his door and Jay was standing beside you. after hearing him say “Come in.” You opened his door. 

“You wanted to see us, Mr. Wang.” 

“Ah, yes, yes. take a seat please. Wait or don’t. It will be quick.” 

You and Jay eyed each other in curiosity. 

“There is this friend of mine, uhm to be honest, my ex-girlfriend. She is filing a divorce and she called me.” 

You pressed your lips to each other to hold your laugh. For some reason your boss talking about his ex to his employees felt awkward. Jackson continued. 

“He apparently cheated but she doesn’t have any proof we can show in the court so you know what to do.” He rolled his eyes as if it was nothing. You and Jay have been having divorce cases left and right since you started in the firm. 

You sighed, seeing all the files on top of each other beautifully sitting on Jackson's desk, waiting for Jay and you to go through. 

“She really must have loved you if she is making her ex file her divorce, right boss?” Jay asked with a stupid smile on his face and then winced in pain when you pinched his thigh. 

Jackson just stared at Jay and didn’t even bother to answer his question.

“We will work on it all night, have a nice evening mr. wang.” You bowed your way out pulling Jay from the collar of his blazer as you dragged him out of Jackson’s room. 

“Didn’t know you wanted to get fired so badly.” You rolled your eyes and started walking without waiting for him, you heard his footsteps following you to the elevator.

“You won’t get rid of me that easily, darling.”

*

You decided to invite Jay over (for the first time ever in 16 months) since you had to work the whole night. You knew Jackson had his full trust on you two and Jay was also aware of it, so you were sure he would just professionally work and leave. 

You cleaned your house and prepared some snacks and you checked your fridge if you had some wine. 

Since you graduated, you were single as a pringle. You had a boyfriend in 2nd year of college, his name was Sunghoon and he was studying software engineering back then. It lasted for a while but then your classes got heavier and you decided to give your all to your studies so you broke up. 

And since then you only had some coffee dates through college and nothing since you started working at wang. 

It’s why now you were at your house, getting nervous at a man entering your household. Even if it was only jay. someone that is obviously you would never date. 

You went to your room and put on some biker shorts and an oversized graphic t-shirt. You put your hair up in a messy bun and added some flavored lip gloss that you enjoy wearing. 

You put all the files on your coffee table and prepared your macbook with necessary tabs open and decided to wait for Jay as you sat on your sofa. as you sat down, you realized how tense your neck was, you were literally struggling to keep your head up. Your work was stressful and definitely not easy. looking through hundreds of folders every day was incredibly tiring for your body. And now you have to do this with jay. 

You heard the door and stood up before unintentionally checking your face on your mirror in the hallway. 

When you opened the door, you saw something you didn’t expect at all. 

It was pouring rain outside and Jay was soaked. Of course he wasn’t carrying an umbrella, you were the one who covered him whenever you went to meet clients and it started pouring rain. Since you were tired, you didn’t even realize when it started raining. 

“Oh my god.” you grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside in a swift move, jay stumbled towards you and your chests bumped before he stumbled back. “I told you maybe a thousand  times to carry an umbrella.” you rolled your eyes to grab some paper towel from your kitchen, meanwhile curious Jay kicked his boots over and followed you inside. 

Your place was nicely decorated, it was minimalistic and had warm beige tones mainly. Jay scanned your kitchen when you were busy tearing apart paper towels. 

“Nice place, I expected something horrendous from you.” He commented, leaning himself to the little island in the middle of your kitchen. 

You sent him a death stare before you approached him with the paper towel. 

“You look like a wet rat in my kitchen for the first time and this is what you say?” You rolled your eyes and touched his shirt to see how badly soaked it was. 

“Were you trying to make a romantic music video or something in the rain? How did you get this wet?” You shook your head in disbelief as you tried to dry him down. 

“Ouch. A wet rat is a little bit mean.” Jay pouted and got the tissues from your hand to dry himself. 

“This is not gonna work, I need to give you some clothes.” You dragged him to your bedroom this time. surprisingly jay didn’t complain, maybe he was just used to being dragged by you anywhere you go. 

You opened the door of your bedroom and went straight to your closet, looking for your brother’s and Sunghoon’s old stuff that you still had. 

You managed to find some basketball shorts and a black t-shirt that would suit Jay. 

“Here.” you handed him the clothes. 

Jay scanned the clothes, especially the basketball shorts and gave you a questioning look. You huffed. 

“They were Sunghoon’s.” you blurbed out. Jay made an oh sound. He knew Sunghoon from college, you were all in the same friend group once. He never understood how you managed to date an engineering dude in second grade. 

“That is why they seemed familiar.” He said and his hands went to his belt to unbuckle it. 

You stood there for a while to process what was happening in your bedroom, Jay Park was about to get naked and he didn’t even ask you to get the  fuck out before he do that. 

You closed your eyes and turned your back to him and let out a scream. “Why are you undressing in front of me?!” 

“Why are you acting like you have never seen a male’s body before?” He snapped back, you heard his wet jeans dropping to the floor behind you, followed by his shirt finding its place in his pants. 

“Thank God my underwear is safe.” He mumbled, almost talking to himself and you scratched your eye to distract your mind from twisting his words and making yourself snort. 

“Are you done?” You put your hands on your waist, expecting an answer from him. 

“Yeah.” 

You turned around, seeing Jay with the basketball shorts and his hair looking wet and messy so it made you smile. He actually kind of looked cute.

“I will give you a towel to dry your hair.” You stormed out of your bedroom, leaving him in your bedroom alone. Curious cat Jay's eyes started scanning the environment he was in again. Your bed sheets were dark emerald green and he saw the strap of your nightgown sneaking under your pillow. He walked up near your head side of the bed and hooked his finger on the strap, sliding it to himself to check it out. You had a simple satin black night dress you always wore. Jay puckered his lips as he nodded his head in a confirming way. At least you weren’t wearing grandma pjs. 

He quickly tucked your nightwear back when he heard your footsteps coming closer. 

“Here.” You handed him a black towel. “Be quick, it’s already 10pm.” You squinted, trying to look intimidating to him before you walked out of your room, you heard jay’s following you and the ruffling noises of his hair. 

“Thank you.” He mumbled, almost in a shy way and handed you the dampened towel. You bit down the inside of your cheek before you scanned his face and took the towel from his hands. 

“It's fine.” You shrugged and threw the towel in the laundry basket. “Go to the living room, I have everything ready there. I’ll bring some wine.” You said and pointed to the living room area with your eyes to get him moving. 

Jay sighed as his body hit your couch, ruffling his hair with his fingers and relaxing his muscles. Running in the rain was tiring and definitely not romantic to him. 

You sat down next to him and placed his glass of wine on the table. You didn’t make any eye contact as you directly went in for the files and he did the same, your hands touching each other’s like it was a stupid rom com movie. 

“You can get that one.” He cleared his throat and went for another file, hoping the moment was not weird. You awkwardly smiled as you started reading it. 

After working for some time with Jay and sipping wine as you do, you almost choked on it when you saw something you didn’t expect. 

“Oh god, Mr. Wang and Mrs. Kim broke up because of the firm’s rules. Dating was not approved.” 

Jay continued the story.

“And she married the CEO instead of Jackson?!” 

You slapped your mouth in shock. 

“This is why!” Now you understood why Jackson had a different view of dating in the firm. 

“My man’s got heartbroken.” Jay mumbled, sipping his wine in a melancholic way. 

“I am sorry you won’t be able to make a move on Ryujin.” you showed his shoulder to tease him. Jay rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t like her. She is just hot, that’s it.” He shrugged. Since Jay was just a man, you found that fair. He cleared his throat and smirked. 

“I am sorry for Heeseung though, he is whipped for you.” 

Your eyeballs almost came out of their places at the new information Jay threw at you. “Heeseung?!” You chirped. 

“Mhm” Jay mumbled as he was scanning the file in his hand. “I heard him talking to Jake in the restroom, he said he was jealous of me because I get to be with you all the time while he is stuck with Jake.”

You were overwhelmed at how Jay effortlessly started spilling. You side-eyed his wine and saw his empty glass. You smiled. 

“Poor Jake.” you pouted, Heeseung’s words might have hurted him you thought. Jay nodded and rested his back on the couch. 

“Do you think you are lucky, Jay?” you looked under your eyelashes, looking as innocent as possible. You were one hundred percent sure Jay was a light drinker, even in college years and you totally forgot about it when you handed him the wine. 

Jay’s eyelids fluttered as he stared at you. “I am the unluckiest man on earth.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Would you rather Heeseung over me?” He asked this time, his hand went to his glass and he realized it was empty. “Do you have more wine, by the way?” He asked. 

You got the bottle that was standing on your side of the coffee table and poured more for Jay and yourself. 

“I’d rather you of course.” You said expressionlessly. “You are a pain in the ass but we make a good team.” 

“We are actually an amazing team.” He smiled. 

Jay couldn’t believe he was able to talk to you so casually, in your house late at night. College Jay would not believe this happening. College Jay, never looked at you as someone who is likable. Now as he was staring at you in the dim light and laptop screen lights, he realized how pretty your eyes looked when you smiled, how your upper lip was in a beautiful heart shape and perfectly plump. He gulped loudly. 

You dropped the files to the desk and turned your body to Jay and rested your elbow on the head rest, your face leaned into your palm. 

“What?” he asked, a smirk appeared on his face. 

“I am bored.” You shrugged. 

Jay let out a chuckle. “Nice joke, y/n.”

“No I am serious, we worked enough for today.” You really were bored and the case wasn’t that big of a deal, it can be easily finished tomorrow at work. Being with Jay like this awoke unknown feelings inside of you and you wanted to enjoy it more. 

“C’mon.” You whispered, leaning into him and taking the files from his hands and putting them on the table. This was the second time your hands touched and goosebumps rose on your skin. What the fuck was happening to you?

“Okay.” he mirrored you and started talking about normal life things as you listened to him carefully. 

*

“I feel like I am tipsy.” You giggled and checked the time. “Oh my god, Jay. It’s 3am.” 

“Is it?” He chuckled and let out a sigh. “Time flies with you.” He threw himself on the couch, his back was laid, he turned his head to look at you. You were sitting on your side, your legs crossed under you. Jay’s eyes were a little red from lack of sleep and wine.

When your eyes met, he laughed. 

“What are you laughing at?” You asked, examining his lips and teeth as he laughed. 

“Just remembered how we hate each other a lot.” 

You slapped his bare arm. “I still hate you, this night is an exception.” You told him as you tilted your head. 

“So we don’t hate each other tonight?” He asked, his breath fanned your lips as he talked. You scooted closer to him. When your hand met with his tilted neck, a shiver went down his spine. 

“No we don’t.” Your fingers stroked his skin, going up to the little hairs on the nape of his neck. 

Your faces were only inches above now, Jay’s scent enveloped you. 

“Do you wanna break some rules while we are at it?” He asked, your noses brushed when he talked. You let out a big sigh. You just couldn’t believe you were in this position with a man after almost 3 years and it was Jay. 

The guy you hated the most. 

“I don’t wanna do something we might regret.” You whispered against his lips, feeling concerned. But you wanted this so much and Jay could tell. 

“I don’t think I will ever regret having you for once.” He gripped your chin with his fingers and connected his lips to yours. You immediately tilted your head to allow him more access to your mouth. You grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to you as his arm snaked around your waist and scooted you closer to his side. Jay’s lips were so soft and careful against yours, you didn’t think he had a side to him like this. 

His hands lowered down to your hips slowly before he broke the kiss. 

“Do you want me?” He abruptly asked. 

“I don’t know if this is just wine or I am losing my mind but I want you, Jay.” you stared at his eyes. You couldn’t believe those words just spilled from your mouth. 

“How did we end up like this?” He laughed, leaning in to peck your lips again. Instead of replying, you straddled him, wrapping your arms behind his neck. He stared up at you like he was mesmerized. It has been so long since he had a woman sitting on his lap like that. 

“Less talking, more kissing tonight, okay?” You kissed him, now with the intention to taste his kiss and get the feeling of him more. Your body craved the urge to explore Jay, you doubted if you carried these feelings all these years or was it something new. 

Jay’s hands sneaked under your shirt, his fingers caressing your skin when your lips dropped to his jaw to leave open mouthed kisses. 

“Let’s go to your room.” He mumbled, dropping his head to the back and giving you more access as you sucked on his soft skin. You hummed against him, getting out of his lap and giving him your hand. 

Jay chuckled as he grabbed it and let you drag him like you always did but to your bedroom this time. 

For him to fuck you. 

You giggled when you felt him hugging you from behind leaving a trail of kisses down your shoulder. When you reached your bedroom, you turned around in his arms to kiss him again. Jay lifted you up by grabbing you from your thighs and dropped you to the bed, trying to be gentle as much as possible. He got rid of the shirt you gave him so quickly, giving you only a few seconds to breathe before he smashed his lips against yours. 

You felt his chest and abs under your palms, feeling the bumps and ridges of his deliciously soft and tanned skin. 

He slid your t-shirt up towards your ribcage, exposing your skin to his eyes. You looked so fucking breathtaking as you laid under him. He stroked the sides of your body before he pressed kisses all over your delicate skin. His fingers came in contact with your biker shorts. 

“Can I?” He asked for permission, you frantically nodded, making him laugh at your excitement. 

He pulled them down, leaving you in your lacy black underwear. Jay’s lips kissed every inch that was newly exposed to him, he kissed your thighs and his fingers were hooked under the elastic of your panties, playing with them slyly. 

You let out a moan when he kissed your clothed core. Jay was satisfied to hear you moan for the first time tonight, actually the first time in his whole life. The woman who taught him what real competition is was now moaning under him. 

Getting rid of your shirt, you exposed your upper body as well, leaving you only with panties. Outline of Jay’s dick was pretty visible and all you wanted now was to feel his big cock stretching you out. 

You palmed his crotch just to see if your eyes were mistaken when a guttural moan left Jay’s lips. Jay was hard and big, it made you squeeze your thighs together but you couldn’t because his head was between them again, he rubbed his cheek inside of your legs. 

“Mhmm.” he let out a satisfied moan as he felt your arousal against his lips over your panties. 

“Jay, please.” You whimpered in frustration. “Take them off and let me feel your lips.” 

“You want my mouth on your pretty cunt, huh?” He responded, biting the inside of your thigh. Jay was very straight forward and you were shocked when you didn’t see any glimpse of shyness on his face. His eyes sparkled with lust and hunger instead, as he stared up at you. 

He took your words as his command either way and slid your panties down to your ankles, seeing the wet patch formed in the middle. He licked his lips at the sight, your pussy looking perfect for him to devour. 

“What a pretty cunt.” He complimented, bringing his index finger around your clenching hole to see how wet you were. When the tip of his finger easily sunken inside you, he brought his other finger, spreading your wetness all over your pussy as natural lubricant. 

“I wonder if you’ll be able to take me.” He tsked, still toying with your cunt as he rubbed his fingers up and down through your folds. Your breath hitched on your throat when you started hearing the wet sounds coming from his fingers. It was so dirty and erotic. 

“I wanna take all of you.” You whimpered loudly, your fingers pulling on his hair. 

“Good girl.” He inserted his two fingers after he already saw you dripping down to your sheets, making wet patches on the expensive looking material. 

You took his fingers well, biting down your lower lip to suppress your moans. He curled them up like he had a map of your cunt, making contact with your g-spot deliciously. 

He fingered you for a while, turning you into a moaning mess before he grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder, leaning back down to your core to lick a bold stripe through your folds. 

“Oh my god.” You screamed, pulling on his hair with your whole life, your hole clenching around nothing as he sucked on your clit like it was candy. 

“God, y/n. You taste so fucking good.” He hummed against your hole, sending vibrations all over your body. You were seconds away from cumming. 

When you saw Jay also rubbing his cock on your sheets, painfully hard in his jeans and trying to get a friction, you realized how close he was just from fingering and eating you out. 

“I want you Jay.” You whimpered, impatiently pulling him to yourself as you grabbed him from his face, kissing him again. Jay shamelessly showed his tongue down your throat, making you taste yourself mixed with his own juices. You reached down to pull his shorts over his ass, feeling the curve between his butt and his waist. His ass was perfect and you thought how amazing it would feel to push him deeper inside of you from his hips and he thrusted in you frantically. 

Jay pulled his underwear down as well, kicking the shorts and the boxers from his legs as he struggled a little but he managed to do it. 

“Do you have a condom?” He asked out of breath, kissing the valley of your breasts as his one hand played with your nipple, pinching and rolling it on his palm. 

You reached out to your bedside drawer, Jay’s lips automatically falling down to your ribcage, peppering kisses all over your tummy. Being a whimpering mess, you managed to grab a condom, wishing it hadn't expired. 

He towered you before getting the condom from your hands, ripping it with his teeth in a hurry, he just wanted to be inside you right now. You curiously studied his cock, as he gave it a few sloppy strokes to, spreading his precum over the length to begin with. Then he carefully slid down the condom on his cock, he palmed himself from his base as he guided himself over your cunt, collecting your juices all over the condom. 

When his tip rubbed against your clit, you whined, showing him how eager you were to take his dick. Jay smirked as he kept rubbing himself against you, enjoying the feeling of this new type of intimacy. 

“Jay!!!” You whined once again loudly, if he kept doing this you would cum without even getting to feel him inside. He pressed his against your entrance hovered above your body as he had to push his dick into your tight hole. You tried to open your legs further for him to go deeper but everytime he moved, you clenched so hard and whimpered. 

“So fucking tight.” He grunted, looking down between your bodies and seeing his cock halfway in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling in him and kissing his jaw. “It’s okay, I am not in pain.” You assured him, wanting him to be balls deep inside because for fuck’s sake you had enough. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He said in concern, moving his hips forward a bit more, eliciting a moan from you. He sighed in pleasure as he felt your heat enveloping him even more. 

Jay was kissing down your neck when you suddenly wrapped your legs around his waist, making Jay bottom you out in one move. The way he moaned so loudly against your skin made you clench again, you felt so fucking full. 

“Fuck!” He cried out, the way your walls wrapped him so beautifully was driving him insane. 

You whined his name, pulling him closer to your body and hugging around his shoulders. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face to see your expression. It has been so many fucking years since you last had sex, but you didn’t want to tell this to him and boost his ego. He already understood anyway, you thought. 

“Hmm.” You hummed, as you hugged him close, not letting him move as you waited for the slight burn to subdue completely. Meanwhile Jay gave you some kisses to make you feel comfortable, seeing you in this state looking so pretty and vulnerable switched something inside of him, he wanted to take care of you the whole night.

“Tell me when to move.” He kissed your temple as he patiently waited. It was your fault  being so eager and ending up hurting yourself but he wasn’t surprised. Your eagerness was also present at work. 

“Move, Jay… please.” You cried out, literal tears forming on your eyes from the immense pleasure of feeling so full. His cock felt like it was the perfect match for your needy cunt. 

When Jay started moving, your eyes literally rolled back to your head. His pelvis was perfectly grazing over your clit, creating the most amazing sensation and made you squeeze him as he started slow with grinding motions.

His nose bumped against your before he gave you a soft chaste kiss on the lips, which made your heart beat so fast. His lips dropped to your jaw, then your neck and then up again to your earlobe, biting it gently. 

“You feel amazing.” He whispered to your ear, sending shivers down your spine as your back arched. 

You didn’t know how you made him feel but you were sure you were on cloud nine. Jay was so fucking good, he was everything you needed all these years and you hated the fact that he was right in front of you. 

After a while, Jay was easily going in and out your pussy, he was pulling out to his tip before he plunged himself back fully into you. The filthy whimpers he left with every move made you go crazy, wrapping your legs tighter around him to feel more friction. You wrapped around him like velvet and he thought he was in heaven. 

“Can I go faster?” He mumbled against your neck, you only nodded, feeling unable to answer him in words. Jay patted your thigh, as he buried his face in your neck completely. His hands grabbed your as with his pretty hands to hold you in place before he started a quicker rhythm. 

Your moan cracked in your throat and your hands gripped your bed sheets, he was fucking you fast and deep, it felt euphoric. You just wanted him to fuck you every fucking day. 

That’s when you had your idea. 

“Jay…” You whimpered. “So close.” Your eyes shut with pleasure. Jay’s cock was feeling your spasming walls and it pushed him to his release way faster. 

“Me too, darling.” He stopped sucking your neck to look at your disheveled face which he decided was extremely hot. 

“Let go with me, let’s cum together. My God you feel so good y/n.” He grunted as he quickened his pace even more to make you both cum. 

You cried out as your back arched and held onto Jay’s shoulders, having the best orgasm in your life. Ever. 

Jay filled the condom inside of you, your walls milked him until there was nothing left for him to release, he cummed a lot, he couldn’t ignore the idea of you cumming inside of you loads and watching it spill from

your slit. 

“Fuck.” You breathed out, regulating your breath as Jay laid on top of you, trying to get his back. If he stood up right now he would fall on top of you. 

You played with his hair, massaging his scalp as he stayed inside of you for a while, a silence taking over the place of your moans and the sound of sex. For some reason, Jay felt peaceful, his skin was warm and pretty, it gave you a comfort that you craved for so long. 

You wanted him to sleep next to you. 

He scanned your room with his eyes to spot the bin, before he got up to discard the condom he placed a kiss on your jaw, you felt yourself blushing for the act. (like he wasn’t balls deep inside few seconds ago)

You watched him slip inside of his boxers quickly and without a word he came back to bed and laid down next to you, watching your ceiling. 

Both of you felt the awkwardness and the sudden change of your rivalry turning to friendship and then it ending up in bed, things escalated so fast for you to process. 

You spoke up like you read his mind. 

“Let’s talk about this in the morning, okay?” You asked, turning your body towards him to stare at his side. Jay was built deliciously and carved by gods you almost swore at how you never fucked him once in college. 

“Mhm.” He hummed, pulling your sheets over himself. He lifted the side for you to come in. 

You quickly cuddled into him, as he covered your bodies. You hugged his waist and put your chin on his chest, feeling peaceful than ever. 

“Can we keep loving each other until tomorrow?” He asked suddenly, making you look up at his glossy eyes from the tiredness. His words made you smile softly. You nodded, your hand finding the side of his cheek as his found yours, pulling each other in a kiss like magnets. 

You fell asleep to Jay’s lips kissing you gently.

*

“Wake up, Park.” 

You slapped the piece of paper against Jay’s sleeping face as he laid in your bed. You were already dressed up, you opened your windows to let the smell of sex disappear and spending exactly 45 minutes on the hickey on your neck to cover it up, thanks to him. 

But, the most important thing you did was what was on top of Jay’s face. 

“Good morning to you, too.” He rolled his eyes as he stood up, making you suck your lower lip to the sight in front of you. You were already dressed up in your pants and blazer, he realized you had showered and was smelling of your expensive perfume that he always secretly admired. 

“If you agree with all the clauses I listed down in the contract please sign it.” You put your hands on your waist, staring up at his face because he was taller. 

Jay was dumbfounded as he sat down back on your bed, flipping the paper to read it out loud. 

“Friends with Benefits'' contract.” he furrowed his brows and looked up at you. “Seriously?” 

You sighed. “Please just read.” 

Jay huffed, looking at the first line. “Whenever one of the other person wants sex, they have the right to call the business partner in order to satisfy their needs.” 

“Hmmm.” Jay hummed, laying down completely on your bed and lifting his arms up to keep reading the paper. You crawled next to him and straddled his thighs. 

“Physical contact whenever someone craves it is also okay.” He continued then looked at your fingers toying with his waistband. “Like now?” He smirked. 

You slapped his tummy. “Just continue, Park.”

Jay squinted to read the other line. “No other sex partners. Or any partner that will contain the use of body fluids.” 

“I’m a little hypochondriac.” You scratched your neck, reasoning him. 

“So this means as long as this contract is present, I’ll only get to kiss you and no one else?” He made it clear out loud for you to confirm.

You proudly nodded your head, making Jay let out a cute giggle. 

He got serious again when he saw the sentence that was written in bold and red. 

“Dating each other and falling in love is forbidden and the other has the right to terminate the contract if it happens.” 

Jay cleared his throat, staring at your clothed figure sitting on top of him. You decided to talk. “We will keep this a secret of course, no one can now.” you mumbled silently and looked at him with keen eyes as you anticipated an answer. 

“Give me a pen.” 

*

A month already flew by with the agreement you did with Jay and everything was simply amazing. You had frustrated from work sex, I want to feel something sex or simply I am bored so I am here to fuck you sex. Well you couldn’t complain at all, fucking Jay was one of a kind and surprisingly both of your sex drives was as high as Mount Everest. 

You found yourself biting your lip as Jay bent down a little to show Chaewon what she couldn’t do on the computer. You licked your lips at the view of Jay’s ass in his tight work pants and his tiny little waist inside of his designer belt. 

“Yeah, just like that.” he assured her, giving her a smile before he walked up to his desk next to you, of course he caught you staring shamelessly. 

“Something on my butt?” He pouted, trying to look behind his back. You sent him a deadly stare. 

“Probably your brain.” You smiled at him annoyingly. 

He was about to say something when Ryujin stepped inside. “Good morning, everyone.” 

You unintentionally turned to look at Jay, to see his reaction to seeing her. She was pretty, she was younger and she really was Jay’s type. When you saw Jay smiling at her softly, you had a pain in your stomach, and uneasiness took all over your body. 

“My internship is ending in 15 days so I wanted to tell you all that. I will be working at a different firm.”

Jake came up to her, “So you won’t be a part of WANG in 15 days?”He asked, and she pouted, nodding her head. 

Now, you were scared to look at Jay, there won’t  be any blocks between his work crush and him in the matter of 15 days. He was going to  terminate your contract and make a move on Ryujin and then marry her after 3 years and have kids. 

“Y/n!!” Someone yelled. “My God, are you deaf?” Jay waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your own thoughts suddenly. “Hm?” 

“Client is waiting for us in the lobby.” He explained,  and stood before your chair as you gathered all the things you needed from your desk. “Okay let’s go.” You got up, started following Jay to the elevators. You got in after him and watched him press floor 2 instead of L. 

You furrowed your brows. “I thought we were going to meet the client?” 

“I lied.” He nonchalantly said as he stretched his neck to the back and then to both sides. You licked your lips. 

“Sounds like you found a safe spot.” 

He puckered his lips. “Oh, yeah.” 

*

When your back hit the cabinet behind, you made a surprised sound. Jay’s lips literally attacked yours, your teeth clicking sometimes from how hard he was kissing you. 

He brought you to the archive, after he found out the guy who stood here goes to lunch around these hours and there were no cameras in the room. 

“Now it’s the time that you can touch my butt.” Jay breathed into your mouth making you laugh. 

“Did you bring me all the way down here so I can touch your butt?” You talked between kisses, his fingers unbuttoning your shirt to expose your lacy black bra. 

“Mhm, my favorite set.” Jay ducked down to suck on the skin that was showing over the material. As he was busy down there, you quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down, grabbing his ass and pulling his crotch to yours. 

He moaned at the feeling of your hands touching his ass and his clothed cock making contact with your clothed core. 

“Fuck, that felt good.” He chuckled into your neck. 

“It’s unfair you have a better ass than mine.” You pouted as your nails scratched the nape of his neck. 

“We can go to the gym together, darling. Y’know, bonding time.” He winked at you, making your eyes roll in a funny way. To be honest, sweaty gym sex didn’t sound bad you might consider going to gym with him. 

You kind of felt relaxed that after the news Ryujin dropped, Jay was still thinking about you and wanted to be with you. But you knew you had to talk about this matter with him later.

Right now, you just wanted to make him feel good. 

You put your hand inside of his underwear and grabbed his hardened member as you started stroking him, his precum was already leaking from his tip so it was about time. 

You twisted your wrist as you pumped his dick, to get all of him. 

Both of you were startled when your phone rang out of nowhere. You kept your hand on his dick while the other went to your pocket, grabbing your phone.

“Shit, it’s the client. They must be here.” You whined as you stared at Jay’s hazy eyes from pleasure. You just couldn’t leave him with blue balls like that. 

You got down on your knees in seconds, taking his cock in your mouth and swallowing around him, giving him the fastest blow job you can ever. 

Jay closed his mouth with one hand to muffle his moans while the other held on to your hair with his dear life, to keep you in place and guide you on his cock. You took him down your throat and breathed through your nose before you started bobbing your head, your fingers caressing his thigh. 

Jay’s dick twitched in your mouth, his precum on your taste buds when you looked up at him, catching him looking down at you, his one hand still covering his mouth. 

A throaty moan left his mouth, when you licked the vein underside of his dick. 

You pumped his dick in your hand fast to get the job done even quicker and put your mouth back in, so he won’t make a mess in the archive. He searched your face for permission and you nodded.

“So close. So close! So CLOS—” Jay didn't get to complete his sentence before you felt the hot ropes of his cum shooting down your throat. He slowly let his hand down on his face, breathing loudly and freely after the overwhelming high he just had. 

“I’ve never cummed this fast in my whole life.” 

You got up and as you were doing it, you pulled his pants up to his waist and buckled his belt. “Write it on your records list then.” You smirked and wiped your mouth with the side of your hand as you stared at his eyes, making him blink a few times and gulp loudly. Without a word you grabbed your files and phone from the floor and started walking towards the exit, until you realized Jay was still standing there. 

“Jay!” You shouted. “We are already late, c’mon.” 

He shook his head to the sides to get his senses back to himself and mouthed a ‘wow!’ before running after you. 

*

Jackson assigned 4 attorneys (including you and Jay) along with Heeseung and Jake and two interns, Chaewon and Ryujin to attend a conference in a different city. He said you and Jay will make nice contacts there and the others might learn something new. 

Of course Jay’s first thought was going on a trip with you but he kept forgetting the fact that you were keeping this secret and also, you weren’t his girlfriend. He get to kiss you and fuck you but he was never going to get to call you his girlfriend. 

Jay was craving a relationship for a long time now and had to accept this, he did like you. He wasn’t sure if it was just his sexual relationship he had with you or was he actually developing some feelings for you. 

On the other hand, Ryujin really seemed interested in him and he used to like her, but now he was confused. He could have chosen to be with her and solve all his problems but he didn’t want to lose what he had with you. 

He didn’t want to lose you at all. 

On the plane, the seats were taken randomly so you were seated next to Heeseung, which Jay confessed that he was interested in you and for his chance, Ryujin was sitting next to him. 

He couldn’t find anything to talk about with her. He remembered the first night you and him had sex, how the conversation just flowed effortlessly. Ryujin was talking to him about stuff she was interested in and the music she listened to but Jay couldn’t relate. He decided he lost his interest for her over these few months and he had only one woman in his dreams.

Meanwhile, seated next to Heeseung, he was making you laugh a lot, he was naturally funny. He told you about his funny moments he had with Jake in the firm and some hilarious gossip he heard about Jackson. You were now sure Jay wasn’t lying when he said Heeseung was into you. Being an attorney came with some gifts that you earn with experience over time. The way Heeseung leaned into you, made eye contact as he spoke about something and stared directly to your lips when you talked made it clear for you. His body language was speaking to you. 

You acted like you were stretching to check out what Jay was up to and saw him listening to some bullshit Ryujin was telling. He tried to seem interested or you wanted to believe that he was uninterested as she showed some pictures from her camera roll to him. 

You froze when your eyes met, it tickled your stomach catching his pretty eyes looking at you. He faintly smiled at you before turning his attention back

to Ryujin, who kept showing pictures to him. 

Jay was jealous that you were laughing at everything Heeseung said, but he was unaware of your feelings that were matching his. 

You also only had him in your mind. 

*

When you checked into your hotels it was already midnight, so everyone went to their rooms to sleep. In the elevator Heeseung asked what your room number is which made Jay’s blood boil, why the fuck he needed that information. 

He stormed out of the elevator, obviously jealous, side eyeing you as you unlocked your door, Heeseung wishing you a goodnight, opening his own door as well. 

You and Jay were in single rooms and Heeseung and Jake and the girls were in two seperate rooms. 

Once you got in your room, you immediately got naked to hop in the shower and take a looong one since flying always tired you a lot. As the hot water caressed your skin, you were thinking about Jay and being worried about Ryujin and him going out to have some drinks. Uneasy feeling took over your body as you were shampooing your hair. 

Meanwhile Jay in his room, changed into comfortable clothes, stared at the ceiling, with a frown on his face. He was visualizing the way he would burn the contract in front of your face after you fuck Heeseung. 

What if you invite Heeseung to your room instead of him? What if you fall in love with him and leave the firm to be with him and leave Jay all alone there? 

He put his pillow on his face and screamed into it. 

Since there were no messages or calls from you, he tried to sleep. 

*

After your one hour long shower, you opened your suitcase and found your baby blue pj set. You gathered yourself in lotion and light perfume before you picked up your phone and laid on your bed. 

No texts from Jay. 

‘Was he with Ryujin?’ was your first thought, sending shivers down your spine. You felt like you needed to text him. 

You opened your chat with him, which consisted of messages of ‘are you coming’s? and ‘i’m on my ways’.

—“do you wanna come over to my room? 🤧” you typed and hit send. 

You bit your lip as you tapped your phone screen with your nails, getting impatient. You just wanted Jay next to you since the day you fucked for the first time. It was like his pheromones were just a magnet to yours and you couldn’t get enough of him. 

Now you wanted him to ruin the shower you took for an hour. 

But now, you were feeling sad, thinking if he feels the same way. Were you being a crazy bitch and had the urge to lick him all over when it felt the same as masturbating to him. 

No feelings and just using each other to satisfy your needs was what you had in your agreement after all.

You wanted to unsent. Your overthinking was getting over you, thinking if you were being too needy. 

Thank god your cloud of thoughts were interrupted when you heard knocks on your hotel door. You got up, side eyed yourself in the mirror quickly, your baby blue silk pj set looking so cute and sexy. Your hair is silky smooth resting on your shoulders and you made sure you smelled like cozy notes of vanilla for extra spice. 

“Hi Ja—”

You couldn’t finish your greeting when Jay's both hands cupped your face in a forceful way, smashing his lips to yours and kicking your room door with the back of his boot. The muffled sounds came from your mouths as he pushed you to the wall and caged your body. Your hands immediately went under his simple black t-shirt, feeling the slight lines of his abs. 

“I thought you were getting laid with Heeseung.” He confessed, kissing your jaw and then biting down your neck to make you feel his frustration. You were shocked with what he said and couldn’t reason it, was this because you sat next to him on the plane?

“Why would I fuck Heeseung, we signed an agreement…” 

You grabbed the top of Jay’s silky black hair in an aggressive way, making his hazy eyes stare at you. He was so lost at your sudden movement and the dumbfounded expression was on his face when your eyes met. 

“Are YOU fucking someone behind me?” You fired your question, your face came closer to his out of frustration and your noses bumped to each other.

Jay swore he had butterflies in his stomach. You were so cute when you looked at him like that, thinking you were looking intimidating but you looked like a little angry kitten to him. He couldn’t help himself and leaned down, bumped your noses together in the softest way before kissing the tip of it. The way you gulped was so loud, it was embarrassing. 

“I am loyal to our agreement as well.” He said, putting his hand on the wall to lean to you. You looked down feeling ashamed now, it sounded so desperate like you were jealous of him. You weren’t jealous of him… You just didn’t want stds, or lose this connection you have with him when he moves on and falls in love with some other girl. You were obviously feeling intimidated since Ryujin announced she was leaving the firm. 

“Why are you not making a move on Ryujin?” You suddenly asked, still looking down. “You know… if you want to ask her out, we can end this.” You pointed between your chests. 

Your suggestion made him chuckle and gave him a relief after he understood you were obviously jealous, just like he was of Heeseung. He didn’t give a damn fuck about Ryujin when you stand in front of him in your baby blue set, and your eyes looking up at him worriedly. 

To Jay, your body, your scent, the way your fingers touch him, the way your tongue feels on his body, the way your walls wrap around him everytime he fucks you was all he could think 24/7. 

“Fuck Ryujin, and fuck Heeseung.” he sighed. “I only care about us.” 

Us... What did ‘us’ mean? Two work friends, (formerly hated each other) fucking each other whenever they have a chance? What an amazing bond, you thought. 

You’ve come to a realization that you knew every detail of Jay's body but you didn’t even know his favorite color. You knew what position he liked the most, but you didn’t know anything about his childhood. 

You didn’t want to fixate on the word us. 

Jay and you dating was impossible. As long as you worked at WANG, best thing you could do was having sex like this. A relationship was not in the books for you two. 

You have to keep Jay your dirty little secret, forever. 

“Jay…” you sighed, pulling him to your lips from the nape of his neck. “I need you.” 

Jay smiled to himself as he grabbed you from under your thighs and lifted you up. “I was waiting for you to say that.” 

You giggled into his mouth as he never broke the kiss and put you down onto your bed. He leaned over your body, the craving is finally being satisfied. you wrapped your legs around his waist even tighter as he held your face between his hands.

“Tell me what you want, I am at your service.” 

“I just want your cock, no foreplay.” Your hands went to his jeans to unbuckle his belt quickly. you were getting eager every second. Jay kicked down his jeans from his legs and threw them to the floor, before he leaned back he also got rid of his top in a swift way. You supported yourself on your elbows as you traced his v line. 

“No foreplay? Are you sure?” He asked, playing with the strap of your pj top. 

You pulled his face to yours to start making out again. “Some more kissing-uhm.” Jay's lips felt so soft on yours, sucking on them and even biting them was pure ecstasy. His arm wasn’t supporting himself, he was basically laying on top of you as you kissed, your fingertips trailed down his back until they came to the elastics of his underwear. 

With one strong move you pushed Jay away and rolled over to get on top of him, not losing any time before you started sucking on his neck. He was letting out heavenly moans, you thought you might cum to the sinful noises he was making. your tongue pressed flat on his neck before you suck on it and then gave kitten licks all the way to his jaw. 

You took off your top in a slow motion for him, your boobs bouncing as the material hit them. You swore you felt Jay's cock stirring under your thigh. then you stand on your knees, pulling your shorts down erotically, letting out moans as you did so. 

“God, y/n. What are you doing to me?” 

Jay's fingers pinched your nipples as you got rid of all the clothing you have, straddling him bare. He loved your body, he loved every bit of you, every detail of you was perfect to him. 

You rubbed your cunt against his clothed dick, both of you letting out a loud moan. He was so painfully hard, the friction you felt was amazing. 

“Jay, can I cum like this?” You asked, giving him puppy eyes. “Can I use you like this, Jay?” 

Jay was losing his mind. He wanted you to use him, spend him. Oh god, only if you knew how fucking heavenly you looked on top of him as you rubbed your cunt against him, asking to cum like that. 

“Fuck.” he rolled his eyes as you frantically started to rub yourself on him, when you gave him your hands to hold, Jay intertwined your fingers before kissing the side of your hand. His underwear was getting tight on his crotch now and he felt he was going to make a mess in seconds if you kept doing this.

Jay felt the knot in his stomach getting loose, he had to do something, he couldn’t just cum in his pants when he let you grind on him like that. He couldn’t believe he was going to cum before you. 

“Sit on my face.” He commanded. “or sit on my dick for fuck’s sake, I am so close.” 

You chuckled at his desperation. Although you would enjoy watching him cum in his underwear and make a mess, it was way too early and you wanted to feel him more. 

“It's okay Jay.” you smiled as you tugged down his boxers to his knees. His boner slipped out of his boxers the moment you pulled them down, your mouth watered at the sight. 

“Oh Jay…” you moaned. “Fuck, you look so fucking good right now.” You complimented him. You took his length in your hand and stroked him slowly as you spread his pre cum all over him. “Be a good boy and tell me where I can find a condom.”

“My back pocket—ah. fuck. my jeans.” He spoke out, having trouble breathing at this point. You gave a kiss to his lower stomach which made him shiver and his cock throb. 

“Wait for me.” 

You quickly got out of bed to look on the floor for Jay's jeans. As you tried to find a foil packet quickly you felt your fingers shaking. He was making you feel nervous and you couldn’t help it. 

Jay supported himself on his elbow as his other hand lazily stroked himself up and down and he watched you find the condom packet. “There.” You whispered to yourself and immediately put your knee on the bed to go back to your needy colleague. You slapped Jay's hand with one hand as the other brought the packet to your teeth, professionally tearing it apart. 

Jay's heart dropped as he watched you spitting the piece of foil to the floor. It was somehow nasty and unexpected from you. He realized himself blinking at you and salivating.

You carefully put the condom on Jay, making him hiss. The way your delicate fingers runned up and down as a little tease, made him impatiently slap his thigh now. “C’mon darling, don’t make me wait.” 

You followed his order as you aligned him with your dripping cunt and easily sunk down until your clit touched his pubic one. Both of you let out a moan of satisfaction in harmony. 

“So tight, so wet… you are so fucking amazing.” Jay's eyes rolled back. At first your hips started with grinding motions, feeling his outline hitting every spot inside your walls and his tip already pushing up your g spot. 

“I don’t think I will ever get used to how big you are, fuck.” You huffed. You wanted to bounce on his cock, go crazy and wild on him but you knew you would end up bruising your insides. And if you walk funny tomorrow, everyone would understand what happened the previous night.

You pressed your forehead to his as you kept swaying your hips, finding a nice rhythm that both of you enjoy. 

“Believe me I would like to ride you better, but we have a conference tomorrow to attend.” 

Jay's hands guided your hips, “Being inside of you is more than enough, darling.” He searched up your face to see if you could answer him. When he realized you were focused on grinding and kissing his temple he continued.

“I will fuck you slowly and passionately like this, if that’s what my girl wants.” 

Your hips stopped moving. His girl??? What was he saying to you? Was he aware or was he just playing along to set the mood? Were you really his girl like, as his friend you could still be his girl, right? Did he mean it romantically? Was Jay falling for you? 

“What's wrong?” Jay pouted against your lips. You shook your head like it was nothing. You didn’t want him to feel that you were overthinking. 

“Sorry, just a cramp.” You mumbled before you got back to your slow rhythm you set earlier. Jay hummed as he kissed you again. your tits were rubbing up and down his upper body as you fucked. This felt so good, so intimate. 

This felt like a sex that couples in love would have. Jay's hands were running all over your body, his lips were kissing your lips, your jaw, your neck and forehead basically anywhere he can reach from the position he is at. your hands were tangled up in his hair, massaging his scalp and tugging on his hair as you were getting closer to your high every second.

Jay felt you clenching down on him, the way you felt like velvet even with the condom, he could have only imagined how your tightness would feel bare. Every bit of your skin was touching each other except the part that was covered with the stupid piece of plastic he hated the most. 

He imagined about how he would fuck you if you were his girlfriend, he would tell that he loves you right at this moment, when his girlfriend is breathless from the amount of kisses and her thighs sore from riding him for so long. 

He decided to fuck you all night. because why not? It was everything to him having you on top and seeing you trying to get off on his dick in slow motion, it made him sleepy and calm. The pleasure mounting on his lower abdomen sometimes halted, which he loved, the more he was inside of you, the happier he felt. 

“Do you wanna cum?” 

Jay nodded his head to the sides. “No.” 

You bit down on his sharp jawline before you left little soothing kisses on the area. “No?” You asked in curiosity, you expected him to say otherwise. 

“You feel so good, I don't want this to end.” He pouted. His face made you let out a giggle. You pinched his cheek and nodded. 

“Okay, but change positions? My thighs are kind of hurting.” you said as you pushed his sweaty pieces of hair out of his forehead. Jay nodded and made both of you lay on your sides, facing each other, keeping your bodies connected. 

You pressed your chest to his again and threw your leg over his hip, he slid even deeper and with the emotion of pain painting your face Jay kissed your forehead. 

He was balls deep inside of you now. 

“Feeling good?” 

You nodded your head as you held onto Jay's shoulders, Jay held your ass in the meantime to make it easier to move. 

Your bodies naturally find their rhythm again. It felt so good, so natural. His beautiful sparkling eyes as they stared at yours, his lips parted slightly to let out sinful moans for you to hear. his cheeks had a rosy tint from the heat, and his scent was raised around you, wrapping you in some form of safety and comfort. 

Were you really falling for him? Why were you having such intimate sex with your fuck buddy and staring at his eyes like you were fucking your husband on your first night. 

A wave of thoughts took over you and the control of your body. You got scared of your feelings, you knew what was happening to you and if you kept on doing this, you would be so lost and confused after. 

The way you flipped Jay on his back again was so sudden, his almost closing eyes snapped open to your action. His head hit the bed harshly before you put your hands down on his abs, as you frantically started to bounce on his dick. You let your head fall down from the pain and pleasure mixing in your body. 

You knew Jay was surprised so you blurbed out. “I changed my mind.” 

When he looked down at the point where you bodies connected his eyes rolled, you were fucking yourself hard on him, his heart felt like it could stop. He didn’t want you to hurt yourself, he loved fucking you both ways whether it was hardcore or soft. 

“What about the conference tomorrow?” He breathed out between moans, he swore he was just two seconds away from cumming. 

“I don't care.” 

Walking funny and fucking up the conference was okay. You knew you could recover from it. 

But falling in love with your co-worker that you can never be together with? That you refused to do. That you were so scared of but knew was inevitable.

*

On your way home, you and Jay were seated next to each other on the plane. the conference went well, thankfully you weren’t limping or anything after what happened the night before. Now you were sleepy and again, Jay being next to you enveloped you with an indescribable comfort. 

You glanced at him, his eyes were closed as his cheek rested on his palm. 

Your heart’s beating was irregular these days whenever you looked at him, he was making you feel some type of way that you’ve never experienced before. 

Your connection was something rare. Was it worth risking your job though?

After checking out everyone and seeing they are asleep, you sneaked your hand to his lap to hold his free hand. 

He mumbled as his eyes were still closed. “Someone might see.” 

“Everyone's asleep.” You assured him. Jay smiled and squeezed your hand in his. “Gimme a kiss then.” 

You snorted and bumped your shoulder to his. “That, I can't do.” Jay pouted at your words. When he pouted like that, you couldn’t hold yourself and pulled him into a chaste kiss from the side of his neck. 

His lips closed on yours, they always felt so soft. Your lips stayed pressed into each other for a few seconds, as your eyes were closed, enjoying each other’s presence out in public for the first time. 

It felt so fucking good, you both felt the butterflies in your stomach. 

Jay broke the kiss, his eyes scanned the seats around you to see if everyone’s still sleeping before leaning in and kissing you one more time. 

You licked your lips in a satisfied way, making him chuckle. 

There was a silence as you stared at each other lovingly with a stupid smile plastered on both of your faces. 

Just by looking at each other’s eyes, you swore you telepathically communicated.

You both knew your connection wasn’t just sex and there were feelings involved and you needed to make a decision about it when you get back home. 

*

After landing safely, you messaged Jay instead of talking to him, because you felt Heeseung's eyes on you. The last thing you wanted was to find others that you had some sort of relationship with Jay. 

—“take a different taxi and come to my place?🥺” 

You were sitting on your suitcase as you all waited for a drive and you shifted when you heard Jay's giggle, then the typing sounds coming from his phone.

—“already missing my cute little butt?🥺” 

You bite the inside of your cheek as a wave of embarrassment washed over your body. You quickly started typing back. 

—“no, we need to talk. but yes, i also missed your cute little butt. 😒” 

Jay smiled.

—“i'll be there, darling.”

Your heart flipped inside your chest, seeing your nickname on the screen. You caught him staring at you when you met his gaze, smiling as you put your phone to your bag. 

“This is our ride guys, we are all going in the same direction!” Jake yelled, pointing at the girls as they all got in the car. 

You felt Heeseung sneaking up behind your back, and gently tapping your arm. “I can give you a ride if you want y/n.” 

You kindly smiled. “I already called a cab— oh it’s here!” you showed the taxi parking in front of the gate. 

“Oh okay, then. see you at the office tomorrow.” he waved at you as you got in. You spotted Jay through your windows. He only winked at you before you saw him getting on the other cab that stopped behind yours. 

*

After you got home, you changed into something comfortable quickly since Jay was only 2 minutes away from you. When your doorbell rang, you found a Jay 

Park leaned against your door frame, looking as boyfriend as ever. 

“Hi.” You beamed at him, tilting your head at the sight. You gave him your hands for him to come inside before you pulled him in a hug. 

Jay sighed at the warmth of your body hugging him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, you stayed like that for a while before you took his hand and dragged him to your living room. 

“So, I wanted to talk with you.” You started. Jay looked at you curiously but kind of guessing what were you going to say. He already knew how he felt.

You cleared your throat. “I feel things that I am not supposed to feel when I am with you, and it scares me.” You confessed, looking at your lap and playing with your fingers. 

“I love my job but I also…” The words almost spilled from your mouth before you stopped yourself. 

“You can’t decide between your job and me.” He said. 

It sounded so cruel when he worded like that, you saw the pain in his eyes. You wish there was a way out of this without hurting each other or risking your careers. 

“If you want to leave and date someone, it is okay.” You said, wishing deeply from your heart that he would say no. What would you do if he stands up and leaves you there like that? How were you supposed to be next to someone you are deeply in love with when they were in love with someone else. Even the thought of Jay touching someone made you feel devastated.

“I am terminating my contract.” He stared at you with glossy eyes. It felt like someone squeezed your heart inside your chest, the pain you felt was indescribable. 

When a tear dropped down your cheek and you understood it all wrong, Jay smiled and kissed away your tear, making you flutter your eyelashes. 

“Because I fell in love with you.” 

“Dating each other and falling in love is forbidden and the other has the right to terminate the contract if it happens.” 

“And I don’t care if it will cost me my job, I don’t give a fuck. I only want you. I want to be with you.” He held your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks lovingly. 

“Jay…” You said his name in shock. You couldn’t find any words to say so you kissed him, wrapping your hands around his neck. “I am in love with you too.” You finally confessed, feeling light as ever. 

“We will keep it a secret, I’ll let you be my dirty little secret forever if this is what it takes.” He talked, his lips caressed yours as he did. You tackled him on the couch, giving kisses all over his face. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

Jay was a giggling mess under you, he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you to his chest. You listened to his heartbeat that felt so peaceful. 

That day Jay and you had a very long night, you let him fuck you without a condom the first time, and the second time and the third time. You both loved being connected like that, it felt so raw and intimate.

Then you talked for hours in your bed, only wrapped with your sheet, his hands all over you as you told him stories. Jay kept getting distracted because of your lips, so he stopped you midtalk to smash his lips against yours. He was so whipped for you and you felt the same way about him. Then he made you instant noodles because the activities you’ve done tired you enough, he wanted you to be full before you took a shower together. 

In the shower, he took good care of you, helped you wash yourself and gave kisses and massages to you. His hands roamed all over you, caressed your thighs and hips, his lips attacked your collarbones before he wrapped you in his arms as you just swayed under the warm water. He dried you after the shower and watched you putting on lotion when he dried his black hair with a towel, getting flashbacks of the night he first stayed over. 

Without asking you, he opened his suitcase and found a clean shirt that is way too oversized for you. He tucked the shirt over your head and then your arms, giving you the princess treatment of your life. 

You realized you were so lucky to have him.  

You patted the space next to you after he cozily tucked you in your bed.

Jay gladly lifted the covers and cuddled you, pulling your leg over his hip and pressing your face to his chest. 

“You smell so good.” You mumbled as your fingers drew patterns on his back, which made Jay feel sleepy and safe. Being in your arms was definitely his favorite thing. 

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He chuckled, placing a kiss on top of your head. 

“Seems like it.” You kissed his chest. “What are we going to do at work tomorrow?” You asked in curiosity. Were you supposed to act like you still hated each other? How were you going to stand not touching him all day when he was sitting beside you. 

“Don’t worry about work, everything will be okay.” He assured you. You just nodded, you trusted him with your whole heart. “I love you.” You mumbled against his chest for the 7th time that night. 

“I love you more, y/n. More than you can ever imagine.” 

With those words, you drifted off to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms. 

*

You opened your eyes in Jay’s embrace, his strong chest pressed against your back and his leg over yours, trapping you. His face was buried between your shoulder blades and it was so easy for you to feel his regular breathing hitting your skin. 

You laughed when you couldn’t move in his strong grip. 

“Baby?..” You caressed his arm that was over your stomach. He let out a whine. 

“Jay, we will be late for work.” You turned around in his arms, pulling him from his thigh against you even more before you leaned in and pressed a kiss on your boyfriend’s neck. 

He rolled you over and got on top, making you scream. 

“Jay!!”

“Morning sex?” 

“My god, what was in your dreams?” You slapped his chest lightly. 

“You.” 

You checked the time and calculated in how many minutes you can get a shower and have breakfast and dress up after having sex. It didn’t add up that well but, you loved your boyfriend so much. 

“I can’t say no to you.” You giggled before Jay’s fingers hooked in your panties to slide them down. He already was hard from morning, and being in Jay’s existence only was enough to make you wet. 

He took his cock out of his boxers and hugged you before he plunged into you, feeling your warm velvety walls around him without a condom. Only if you knew how heavenly you felt. 

He lazily thrusted into you, it was so funny because you had to kiss his face to prevent him closing his eyes sometimes, he was still so sleepy. 

You connected your lips in a passionate kiss as you wrapped your legs around him and made him go deeper in you. 

“I love you so much.” Jay mumbled against your lips. Then he leaned to whisper in your ear. “and I love this pretty cunt. Always tight and wet for me.” 

Your cheeks got the color of literal tomato to his dirty talk all of a sudden. But you didn’t want to be defeated by your shyness. 

“Only for you, baby.” You bit down on his bottom lip and pulled it slightly between your teeth, making Jay hiss. 

“Look at me when you cum, I wanna see that pretty face of yours.” He commanded and you were only able to nod to his words. 

After a few more thrusts, you felt his cock twitching inside of you, so you knew he was so close. When he was about to pull out to cum on your stomach, you stopped him. 

He stared at you in anticipation. 

You stared at his eyes. “I want your cum.” You talked boldly, making Jay suck on his bottom lip that you were biting a few minutes ago. 

He started giving you slow but hard thrusts, never breaking eye contact. Your rosy cheeks and little droplets of sweat forming on your forehead made you look gorgeous to him. 

You reached your high before him and looked at him as you promised, 

When Jay released his high inside of you, painting your walls with his hot cum, he didn’t even want to leave your cunt. He wanted to stay there forever. 

“I love you.” He kissed your cheek lovingly. “I love you, Jay.” You beamed at his spent face. After a moment of silence he spoke up.

“Should I pull out now orrr—“

“Lift me and take us to shower please we changed the sheets yesterday.” You bossed him and it made him laugh. 

“Whatever my girl wants.”

*

At work, you never get to kiss Jay once and it was depressing you. You were missing your boyfriend so much, especially when he was sitting next to you like a snack, going through client files with his specks on. You watched him fix his tie from time to time and roll his sleeves up. How have you never realized how hot Jay was all these years? You hated yourself for it. 

You decided to meet up in the restroom while no one was looking and Jay pulled you into a cabin from your hand, locking the door behind you. 

“Hello, gorgeous.” He trapped you between himself and the wall. “Hi.” you cackled, finally kissing him after long hours for the first time. 

He bent down to kiss your neck, inhaling your scent loudly. “I missed you so much.”

“Not being able to touch you is torture.” You pouted, caressing his lean shoulders over his shirt. When you were about to kiss again, you heard footsteps coming into the restroom. 

Jay lifted you bridal style, and shushed you so no one would understand there were two people in the cabin. 

“I swear to God, I saw it with my own eyes.” You heard Heeseung talking. 

“Man, you were probably dreaming.” This was Jake who talked back to Heeseung. 

“He was kissing her on the plane!” Heeseung whined to Jake because he wasn’t believing in him. 

You and Jay looked at each other as your hand covered your mouth in shock. You saw Jay mouthing a ‘shit’ under his breath. 

“Bro, y/n hates Jay’s guts. Is this April fools?” He laughed and Heeseung rolled his eyes at his unseriousness. 

“Watch me get Jay fired with this, then you can have a laugh.” 

You opened your mouth to yell at Heeseung but Jay was so quick to cover your mouth with his own hand, shaking his head saying you no. 

“Hmm, then you can get Jay’s position and be partners with y/n.” Jake smiled as he was checking himself in the mirror. 

Heeseung sang. “Exactly.” and he left the room. 

“Wait!!! Heeseung?? What about me then?” Jake ran after him after he realized his partner was going to leave him alone.

When Jay put you down on the floor, there was a deadly silence between you two. He put his hands on his waist before he talked. 

“You are not gonna do anything about this y/n, okay?” He taunted you very seriously, you wanted to protest so badly but you were able to see how angry he was and you didn’t want to make him even more frustrated. 

But you already set your mind about what you were going to do and no one could have stopped you about it.

You had your eyes on Heeseung all day, watching his every move. You had to go to Jackson’s office before he does and talk with him. When it was almost leaving time, you got the piece of paper from the printer and made your way to your boss’ office. 

You knocked on his door and waited for him to let you in. 

“Boss? Can we talk?” 

Jackson looked at the paper in your hand, furrowing his eyebrows. “Y/n, what’s going on? Is that-” Before he was about to finish his words, the door knocked, and Jay came in. 

“Hey, boss” He said, then his eyes met with yours.  

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He raised his eyebrows as he stared at you and your heart felt heavy when you saw the paper he was holding in his hand. 

“Jay..?” Your eyes teared up when you realized both of you were in the room to resign to be with each other. 

“Okay can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” 

Jay mouthed you a ‘it’s okay’ before he walked up to Jackson’s desk, putting the paper in front of him.

��Boss, I fell in love with your best lawyer.” He said smiling at you, while you couldn’t hold back your tears spilling down your cheeks. “And she deserves this job just like she deserved her first in Harvard.”  

Jackson was too stunned to speak at this point, he was so confused, because he was sure you wanted to smack down each other only a month ago. 

You wiped away your tears and protested. “No! I am resigning. Keep Jay, he loves his job.” 

“Y/n I told you to do nothing about this.” He spoke between his teeth, obviously angry because you didn’t listen to him. What was he expecting though, you were always such a trouble maker since he met you. 

“Boss, I fell in love with him first, fire me.” You crossed your arms in front of yourself, raising your one eyebrow at Jay like you were dueling him. 

Jay bit the inside of his cheek. “You did?” He pouted, fluttering his eyelashes. You turned to him. “I am pretty sure, I did.” You tilted your head. Jay first acted like he was defeated but then turned back to Jackson. 

“Lies– fire me now, Boss, I am ready.”

As Jackson was about to speak his door opened again, a beautiful woman came into his room. You literally saw Jackson’s eyes sparkling when he saw her. 

“Hey, handsome.” She walked up to him and kissed him on the lips. You blinked a few times to be sure you were seeing right. You looked at Jay, seeing his face as surprised as yours. 

“Oh am I interrupting your work?” She said, giggling shyly. 

Jackson cleared his throat before he introduced you to the woman. 

“This is Mrs. Kim, the client I made you guys study on her divorce case.” After making you work on that case, Jackson asked you to give him everything you guys have found and he went to the court instead of you and won the case. The work you did was spectacular, so it was so easy for him in the court, defending the woman he once loved. 

“I need to thank you two as well then.” She smiled at you. “Everything went so smoothly, now I am with the love of my life again.” 

You choked on your spit, excusing yourself as you turned back and coughed your lungs out. 

“So you found the love of your life because of us?” Jay asked Jackson, pointing between himself and you as he did. 

This seemed like he owed you two a big thank you. 

Again, before Jason was about to talk, the door opened again and this time Heeseung rushed in. Jay sent him a deadly look. 

“Boss, I need to talk to you about something.” He said, but then saw the woman sitting on the armrest of Jackson’s chair, and Jay’s resignation letter on his desk. An annoying smile covered his face. 

“What is going on?” 

You walked up to Heeseung and pushed him from his chest. “I know that you saw us kissing on the plane, you idiot.” 

Jackson put his head between his hands. “Were you guys publicly making out on the business trip I sent you?!” 

Heeseung got rid of your grip and runned up to Jackson’s desk. “Exactly, boss. I am volunteering for Jay’s position.” 

Jay walked up to Heeseung and grabbed him from his collar this time, “You piece of shit—“

You screamed, pulling Jay to yourself from his blazer, Jake and the girls stormed into the room since they realized something was going on. 

“Enough!” Jackson yelled, standing up from his chair, making everyone look at him. Jay let go of Heeseung’s shirt in a forceful way, making him stumble a few steps back. 

“If you guys had let me speak. Just for ONCE. You would understand what I wanted to say.” He loosened his tie out of frustration. One thing about attorneys that they loved to talk, which was their best skill that comes with their job. 

“There are no more rules.” He said silently, sitting back down like it was nothing. 

“Huh?” You raised one eyebrow at your boss. 

“You heard me. Everyone is free to date whoever.” 

“But boss—“ Heeseung tried to complain but Jackson put his hand up, silencing him. 

“The love of my life was my partner too, and if I never had the courage to date her because of some stupid rule, now she wouldn’t be standing next to me.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her next to his side. 

“And I am not willing to lose my best attorneys just because they love each other now.” He laughed at himself. “Maybe less bickering and more kissing would make you guys work harder, who knows?” 

A stupid smile took over your face before you looked at your boyfriend and saw his pretty eyes staring at you back. You finally got the best of both worlds. 

“Now please leave my office and get back to work.” He dismissed everyone, obviously wanting to take care of his girlfriend. 

* 

The night of the eventful day, you were over at Jay’s place for him to cook dinner for you and watch some Netflix. He made you your favorite food, and that day you found out his favorite color was purple. 

“Baby, do you remember Harvard forums, where they write loads of shit about graduates anonymously?” You asked, as Jay was laying on your lap and you played with his hair. 

“Hmm, I do of course, why?” He asked, getting more comfortable on your lap as his hand grabbed your upper leg. 

You snorted. “I swear to God, there was an entry about someone wanting us to fuck each other on our graduation day… Now I am thinking maybe they were right about us.” 

Jay giggled against your skin. “So you’re saying everyone knew we actually didn’t hate each other, we thought we did because we admired each other so badly, it hurted our egos and turned into hate.”

“Oh my god!” You slapped his shoulder. “You are right!” 

Jay laughed, “Do you wanna put an entry now?” He laid on his back to look up at you. You nodded in an eager way. 

Jay got his laptop from his room and got back on the couch with you, the movie you put on long forgotten. 

“So, what are we gonna write?” He asked, tapping his fingers on the keyboard nonchalantly. 

“Just write your worst enemy can be the person you are deeply in love with and then add our names.” You said smiling, tucking a piece of hair behind his hair. Jay turned his head and kissed your hand before he started writing what you said to him. 

That night when you were cuddled into each other and sleeping peacefully, a notification sound came from Jay’s phone, but none of you heard it because of how deep you were sleeping in each other's arms, knowing there were no obstacles holding you back from loving each other freely. 

The notification was a reply to Jay’s entry on Harvard’s forum: 

-THEY FINALLY FUCKED I CAN DIE PEACEFULLY NOW. <3

THE END.

EXTRAS: HYUNG LINE AS OLD LOVE SONGS SERIES ⍘ PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER (story sets in the DIRTY LITTLE SECRET universe)

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The perfect blend - YJW

part 2 of “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”

In which..

can you ever imagine in this multiverse, you having the biggest fattest crush on your best friend - Yang jungwon, however knowing he already has a “girlfriend” hurts more than just a sting from a bee.

💌 PAIRING : yjw x reader

GENRE : friends to lovers , fluff

WARNING : angst , fluff , kissing , CHAPTER 2 NOT PROOF-READ!!

🗯️ FEATURING : huh yunjin - LE SSERAFIM

word count : 2,066

MASTERLIST to “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”.

; AUTHORS NOTES : not proof read. Next chapter is angst!! A little fluff before we get there😉

I stood outside my apartment, as cold winter air blew towards my face. Hood up while my hands was in my pockets keeping them warm. Waiting patiently for Jungwon to arrive. Maybe he would come…or not..

My thoughts was interrupted as I heard panting coming from my left. I turned around to see him running towards me. Hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breathe, looking up to me with a smile. “Sorry If I’m late, I just needed to do something.”

“No is okay!” “No is not I made you wait in the cold..I’ll pay for your drink!” Still panting, before leading us off to the café. On the way to the café, we talked about school and life. It was so comforting and it seemed so real.

“I wish I could talk to you more at school…” he sighed making me confused what he meant.

“You do though…?” I told him as I focused back on the road

“Well sometimes I wish I could just talk to you and not anyone else..” He told me before changing the topic. Soon enough we were here.

“Ladies first!” The little bell on the door Jingles as he opens the café door. I was quickly greeted by a soft grey cat, walking in between my legs. I squat down and start petting it. “Jungwon is this a cat café?” I asked him, noticing his nose starts to grow pink.

Jungwon nervously scratched his nose as he looked around the cat café. He had planned the outing, excited to share the experience, who adored feline companionship, however I knew he was allergic to cats. I know everything about him..

Oblivious to Jungwon's discomfort, even if he was delighted by the playful kitties, I reached out to pet a fluffy tabby, urging Jungwon to join in the fun. Suppressing his sneezes, he managed a smile, not wanting to ruin the moment. Feeling the tickle in his nose increasing, "How about we check out my favorite place next?" Jungwon agreed, and we headed to a nearby book café. As we stepped into the serene atmosphere filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the quiet rustling of pages, Jungwon's tense shoulders relaxed.

I noticed the change and asked, "Do you like books?" Jungwon chuckled, "Yeah, I love it." We settled into a cozy corner, surrounded by shelves of novels, as soft melodies played in the background. We shared anecdotes about their favorite books, finding common ground in the world of literature. You’re the same as the person I know in real life..

Ordering their favorite café treats, they savored the warmth of their beverages while engrossed in their chosen novels. I noticed Jungwon's eyes light up as he talked about his favorite characters, and I found myself captivated by his passion for storytelling.

“This is really good! Thank you for taking me here!” He continue to munch on the small slice of cheese cake in front of him. The soft caramel scent filled my nose.

“You’re welcome! I’m glad you enjoyed..” I smiled at him, watching him eat his cake.

“You want some? Open up! Ahh~” he opened his mouth with a smile, I copied his move and opened mine. Before he could place the cake in my mouth-

I crept back into reality. Feeling I just dropped from the sky. Jumping, realizing I fell asleep while studying. “Fuck y/n you didn’t have to jump in your sleep do you..?” Yunjin scoffed. “What time is it?” I scratched my eyes as I try to adjust the lighting. “Is 6:47pm, so we should probably get going…” She said as she continue to pack her bag.

“I think me and jungwon are really close in the multiverse you know.” I stretched as I watched her stop packing her bag. “Oh my gosh y/n are you serious still on about this topic?”

“Yunjin, is not a joke anymore. Everytime i go to sleep, I feel like I’m traveling to another universe and I can control everything I do.” I said, I’m not insane right?

“We need to get you some mental health support because I’m not about to live in the same roof as a psychopath.” She stands up before dragging me along with her to our bus stop.

“Is Saturday tomorrow okay? I won’t be home until later tomorrow night.” Yunjin informs me as she unlocks our door. She’s basically the reason why we still have a roof on top of us. I nodded as I place my bag on the floor. Checking my phone as I saw jungwon texted me.

Wonnie 🤭 : HEYYY Y/N :DD

y/n 🩷 : HEYYY JUNGWON HRU??

Wonnie 🤭 : Im good!! Really excited for tomorrow :)

y/n 🩷: Same! We haven’t hang out in ages :(

Wonnie 🤭 : Is okay we are hanging out tomorrow so is fine😝

y/n 🩷 : The iconic duo is back😫

Wonnie 🤭 : REAL!! (Not clickbait😫)

y/n 🩷 : NEVERRRR

Wonnie 🤭 : also can you wear that white sundress we got last time we went out?

y/n 🩷 : oooo~~ why🫢

Wonnie 🤭 : BECAUSE YOU LOOK CUTE IN IT AND WE NEED TO TAKE PICTURES??

y/n 🩷 : FINE IM EXCITED AS WELL!! I’LL SEE YOU TOMORROW <;33

Wonnie 🤭 : ALRIGHT GOODNIGHT🥹

Heart beating so fast, feeling like I’m a teenage girl once again for him. He called me cute.. he wanted to take pictures.. I hope tomorrow goes well..

I nervously adjusted the straps of my white sundress, glancing at myself in the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time. Today was probably a normal day for everyone - Saturday. But after those silly dream or actually me traveling to my multiverse, I realize my feelings for jungwon. And meeting Jungwon, the butterflies in my stomach were on cloud 9. He suggested me to wear a sundress, me being me, guessing our location would be maybe a coffee shop or a cozy café, but the nerves intensified when he texted the address of a restaurant instead.

As I wait outside of my apartment for his arrival, my mind raced with a thousand thoughts. Was my dress too much? Did my hair look alright? I wanted everything to be perfect. Honestly I don’t even know why, the night I started dreaming about him, I started to change. The anticipation only grew as jungwon is now in front of me.

“Hey y/n! You look amazing!” How cute..

“thank you so much you look amazing as well!” I smiled sweetly at him, a sense of relief washed over me as he complimented me. He kept looking over me, with a warm smile on his face, Jungwon was effortlessly charming, making me forget about my earlier worries.

When we arrive at the restaurant, the kind waiter led us to our table, and he pulled out the chair for me – a small gesture that somehow managed to make me feel at ease.

Lunch went surprisingly well. Conversation flowed naturally, and I found myself enjoying every moment spent with him. The initial awkwardness faded away, replaced by laughter and shared stories. Jungwon paid for our meal, insisting it was his treat, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for his kindness.

After lunch, he suggested a walk at the nearby park. As we strolled through the paths surrounded by vibrant pink roses, “i thought today would be the perfect day to take you here. You that sundress and these pink roses are really the perfect blend.” Jungwon complimented me with a slight blush on his face which stood out because of his white shirt, I couldn't shake off the feeling that everything was surreal. Jungwon's presence was comforting, and the beauty of the park seemed to mirror the growing connection between us. Jungwon, with his polaroid camera in his hand, stopped at a picturesque spot. He turned towards me, capturing the moment with a photograph. I was surprised by his sudden action, immediately running towards him to check the photo, it was candid picture of my side profile, I felt a bit self - conscious but he reassured me that I looked beautiful. His genuine compliments melted away any remaining nervousness.

The sun began to set, casting a warm glow on everything around us. It was in that moment, surrounded by the soft scent of roses, that Jungwon paused and looked into my eyes. He confessed, "I really enjoy spending time with you, y/n." My heart skipped a beat, and before I could respond, he asked the question that would change everything.

"I know we rarely talk or even hang out anymore. But I really miss the time when we were constantly hanging out. Maybe even more, like our pool dates or maybe even getting paired up for a project at work. I just can’t seem to get you out of my mind. I was so scared i did Something wrong that day i bumped into you. I’m still sorry about that. But I really can’t lose you if I actually did something wrong. I hope this wouldn’t ruin our friendship more because can I be your boyfriend?”

I can see the nervousness in him as he starts to avoid eye contact with him, his cheeks grew pinker as he continue to confess. The world seemed to stand still for a moment. I felt a rush of emotions – excitement, joy, and a lingering hint of nervousness. I managed to stammer out a surprised "Yes, of course you can jungwon.." and before I knew it, Jungwon's eyes lit up with happiness.

With a gentle smile, he looked ant me with adoring eyes before looking at my lips. “I-I- can I kiss you?” I gave him a soft nod, his hand around my waist while the other on my cheeks, and we shared our first kiss. It felt like the perfect conclusion to a day filled with unexpected turns and delightful surprises. The park, now bathed in the soft hues of the evening, witnessed the beginning of something special. His forehead on mines after we pulled away. His sweet Cherry lips along with my tingling strawberry ones, was the perfect blend . We both are the perfect blend

As we made our way back to my apartment, hand in hand, the reality of the day began to sink in. Jungwon kept his arm around my waist. Giving my forehead kisses here and there. And I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He seemed genuinely happy, and that made my heart swell with a warmth I hadn't felt before.

Once we reached my apartment door, Jungwon hesitated for a moment. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the photograph he had taken of me at the park. He handed it to me, saying, "I want to keep this memory close."

It was a sweet gesture that left you speechless. I took the photo, studying the captured moment of our day together. Jungwon's eyes held a depth of emotion as he looked at her. Love in his eyes, and it was clear that this day meant as much to him as it did to you.

“You and the roses are such a perfect blend” He said as he lean again my door before I handed him back the picture.

“You and me are the perfect blend ” I flirted back as he laughs adorably.

“I see you moving already..” we laughed at his annoying joke.

“Right I have to go now baby but I’ll text you when I get home alright?” The nickname made my heart goes 80 miles per hour. As he kisses my forehead, my nose and lastly my lips.

“Stay safe okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smiled to him one last time, watching him step inside the tall elevator as the door closes. Closing the apartment door as I touched my lips. His sweet Cherry lip balm still on it.

“So I guess it went well..” yunjin walks out of her room, clearly was asleep.

“Yeah.. he’s my boyfriend now..” I told her as I saw her eyes widen from the sudden information

“WAIT HOLD UP OH MY GOD WHAT- FILL ME IN HELLO-?”

“CALM DOWN THE NEIGHBORS ARE GOING TO COMPLAIN!”

“I DONT GIVE A FUCK NOW TELL ME EVERYTHING. EVERY DETAIL.”

Jungwon on the other hand is telling every single detail to his friends. All of them squiggling and giggling over every single Little detail, as if they were high school girls. Showing off the polaroid picture of you to them and told them how the kiss went. He hopes this is how you both are in his next multiverse.

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The Bearchelor: Episode 1

Welcome to the Bearchelor, the Sims show where single Sims compete for the affections of our eligible bachelor: Kevin Beare!

The 6 contestants have arrived to the Bearchelor Pad, and are catching their first glimpses of our eligible bachelor.

Gunnar: "My first impression of Kevin? You know... I dunno... He seems like a cool dude? I don't know man, he's just not my type, I don't know what to tell you."

Today is all about Kevin getting to know our contestants. While Kevin has his first one-on-one moment with a contestant in alphabetical order, the other contestants get to know each other a little better.

Almeric: "You're here for the food? I'm going to be honest that's a stupid fucking reason to be here."

Jared: "Not like going on to spite your brother is any better of a reason."

Aldric: "I just want to get to know you as, you know, myself, and not as one of a matched set of twins. You have to know that Almeric keeps copying everything I'm doing. Going to La Fiesta. Coming here. I just can't with him."

Almeric: "Aldric? Ugh, younger brothers are so annoying. He just seems to figure out whatever it is I'm going to do and then doing it before I get a chance to. Going to La Fiesta. Coming here. Which is totally unfair, because he is the younger one, so he should be the one following everything I do! Anyway I just want to get to know you as myself, and not as one of a matched set of twins."

Castor: "Hey, it's such a surprise to run into you here, I had no idea you were going to be the bachelor for this!"

Kevin: "I... I'm not sure why you didn't just tell me you were interested before this. Like we live in the same house."

Castor: "Listen, my dude, I've been dropping the hints. It's not my fault you didn't pick up on the extremely subtle hint that was me casually offering you a brojob."

Kevin: "You mean to tell me you didn't offer one to the other guys?"

Francis: "Is this like an interview? Because my dad tells me those are for poor people whose dad isn't a congressman."

Gunnar: "So uhhhh yeah I get that you're extremely physically attracted to me, but you can't just expect me to chase after you like you're the prize on some game show, I want you to work for it."

Kevin: "I think we're done here."

Jared: "So are you ever like... what if this is all fake? What if this is all a simulation?"

Kevin: "We're on reality TV, of course this is fake."

"Kevin: "There's a few of these guys I see myself with. Jared is cute, Francis has his charm and Castor... Well I mean I've lived with Castor for my entire time at SSU but he insists he kisses all the homies goodnight. He's still hot though."

Kevin: "Anyway Gunnar is just deeply physically repulsive to me."

Kevin and the contestants spend the evening together in the Bearchelor pad, almost making them forget that that morning, one of them will have to go home.

Kevin: "I've had a great time with every one of you last night, but unfortunately, I can only pick five of you to stay. Aldric, Almeric, Castor and Jared. I felt a connection with each of you yesterday, and I want to get to know you all better."

Kevin: "The final person I have chosen to stay is..."

"Gunnar."

Kevin: "Francis. I can't say it's been a pleasure to meet you."

Francis: "That's OK. We're in two different tax brackets."

Francis: "Of course it sucks to be the first to go, but I'll be OK. A little trip to my dad's private island of Twikkii always cheers me up."

But wait, what's this? A twist??

Two new contestants enter the game: Mitch Indie and Max Flexor!

Mitch: "Our plane from Champs les Sims ran late, but we're here to meet the bachelor!"

#sims 2 #ts2 #simblr #sims 2 bachelor challenge #kevin beare #aldric davis #almeric davis #castor nova #frances j worthington iii #gunnar roque #jared starchild

[idesofrevolution]

Cultural Reappropriation

Looking to the corner of the gym, Nick stared with poignant malice at the hispanic twink. Taking selfies in the weight room mirrors was already a no-no at the Texan's "Manly" gym, but that thing was a bad hombre from cocaine-infested Mexico. The kid had only recently joined the gym, and from what the desk manager had spilled, he was "potentially" undocumented- which in Nick's mind meant: illegal. The kid was lean, tan, perhaps a bit scrawny. He walked in every evening at 8:30 wearing the stereotypical laborer uniform of a dirty, sweaty white tee shirt, heavy cargo pants, and beat up old work boots. For the red-blooded, all-white-meat American man, this kid needed to realize just where he was.

Nick continued his workout, lifting insane amounts of weight thanks to the copious amount of steroids in his system. As soon as the kid finished his final set at the abs machine, he took his water bottle and quietly walked into the locker room. This is exactly where Nick wanted him to be. He reracked his weights and booked it to the locker room. Locking the door, he began to prowl the rows of lockers, doing his best to locate the kid. Unfortunately, he found poor Tomas at the mirror of the handicap stall. Even more unfortunate for Tomas, he was mid-selfie. His modest endowment rounded out his underwear as he snapped the pic, sending it to his boyfriend Diego. 

The entire incident lasted a mere 15 minutes. To anyone in the gym, nothing was wrong. Nick sauntered out of the locker room with bloodied knuckles, walked to his car, and drove away. It took the staff a full thirty minutes to figure out something was off, and that Tomas hadn't checked out. When the desk manager walked into the shower stall, he found Tomas lying motionless on the ground, swimming in a pool of his own blood. He had been severely jumped and beaten. By the time paramedics had arrived, Tomas was comatose. 

Luckily, unlike Nick, the manager was not a piece of shit, toxic masculine, bigoted, evil racist. In fact, he was good friends with Tomas and his family. So when the boyfriend begged to see if there was anything of the video cameras, he was all too eager to pull them up and identify Nick as the perpetrator. Diego, in turn, called Dante. Thus, a plot was hatched to avenge their fallen martyr- one that would bring comfort to the family, and immense amount of retribution to Nick Smithson. 

Nick awoke outdoors, midday, with a blinding headache. The night before was a blur at the Calico Club. All he remembered was a gorgeous woman with legs for days buying him shot after shot. Before he knew it he was passed out, only to be startled awake by the bucket of freezing cold water being thrown on him. He struggled to rise, realizing quickly he was restrained by several leather belts. Whats worse, he was stark naked.

"What the fuck is going on!" He cried out, quickly realizing the gravity of his situation. The door swung open behind his head, a snickering laugh echoing in his ears. Into view walked Diego, his mouth hidden behind a crisp bandana. He sat down onto the seat in front of him: saying nothing, but speaking volumes with his piercing scowl.

"No sabes quiénes somos. Pero sabemos lo que hiciste." Diego spoke with an unparalleled harshness, nearly spitting at his captive. Nick struggled against his restraints, hocking a wad of spit at Diego's feet. "Te arrepentirás de lo que le hiciste a Tomás. Pero arreglarás lo que has roto." Nick couldn't understand a word of the Spanish being howled at him, but he knew the tone and read the situation all too clearly. He was in trouble. Significant trouble.

From behind him, Dante gagged his mouth with a reeking pair of Diego's landscaping work socks. Tomas had a certain affinity for mansmell, as did Diego, and it played a major role in their relationship. Little did Nick know he'd be a party to this relationship; albeit a silent party. Gagging from the raunchy stink and grime of the fabric, tears rolled down Nick's eyes. The macho man was starting to crack under the pressure. 

"Mientras disfrutas de mi apestoso almizcle, Dante comenzará la ceremonia. Tomas volverá con nosotros pronto." Before pulling the plug on the braindead body of Tomas, Dante had performed a ritual he'd done many times before in Ciudad Juarez. Placing Tomas' favourite cap onto his head, he had recited the incantation, pulling the very soul of his beloved cousin into it's confines. When he finished, Tomas' body was deceased. So as Dante revealed the very cap which housed Tomas, all participants waited with bated breath to see if it was all true.

He took the ratty old snapback and slammed it down onto Nick's significantly larger head. Within seconds, Nick was convulsing. His arms strained against the leather belts, veins popping from his well-built biceps. He shook violently, enough that the bindings around his wrists and ankles began to give way. His desperate screams of terror muffled by the dingy sock, Diego leaned forward with anticipation, eagerly awaiting his soulmate's return. As quickly as it had began, the spasms ceased; Nick lay there motionless. Silence fell on the patio, until an ever so hushed moan escaped the body's bound lips. It was no longer a moan of anguish, but rather of pleasure. Nick's eyes opened no longer blue, but instead a dark brown. 

"My angel," smiled Diego "you're back." Tomas' vessel began lapping tirelessly at the rancid sock he'd missed so terribly, the pungent taste and wafting musk filling his senses once again. Diego rushed to his lover, ripping the restraints off, and pulling his saliva-dripping sock from the vessel's mouth to ravenously kiss his lover. The taste was different than he was used to. Hints of Nick's whiskey breath permeated the embrace, but that would soon change anyway. The vessel grabbed Diego by the waist, pulling his jean shorts and boxers down, and revealing his prized, uncut 10 incher. Tomas needed to be satiated, and Diego was all too keen to provide whilst humiliating Nick's pristine straight-boy body. In one movement, he thrust his cock into the vessel's mouth.

Knowing who'd be blowing him, he of course refrained from washing his groin; and Tomas was once again in his favourite place- nose deep in Diego's rank, pendulous balls and his cheesy cock deep in his throat. As Diego skull fucked his beloved, he was excited to proceed to the second stage of the ceremony. The vessel began to buckle and almost bubble beneath the pale porcelain skin. It began to gurgle and undulate whilst it rapidly shrunk. He furiously thrusted his cock into the vessel's mouth with a voracity he'd never experienced before. The body settled at about three quarters it's original size and weight, whilst maintaining the virile and built physique. Beginning from the tips of it's size 13 feet, waves of melanin washed upward towards it's skull, bathing it in a wash of sunkissed Hispanic tan. 

The body was becoming the perfect mix of the two: Tomas with a pinch of Nick. The cock maintained it's hefty 10 inches, mirroring his man's mouthwatering member, whilst the skin retracted around the head with Tomas' characteristic ample foreskin. The body's agile, calloused hands grasped hold of it's improved cock, pumping it furiously. The former Nick's tattoos migrated south to his feet and groin, presenting "Coloque la boca aquí" above his growing pubes, and many traditional Hispanic motifs gracing the tops of his sweating feet. 

As Diego continued to plunge his cock into his boyfriend's rapidly restructuring face, he began to sniff the air, getting a growing whiff of some incredible musk. This made him only more turned on, as he neared completion. With the final thrust coinciding with the now abundant foot funk, pit stink, and cocksmell; Diego shot rivers of cum down the vessel's throat. The face finished it's morph, and the soul of Tomas was finally fully integrated with his host. Pulling out, Diego enthusiastically looked down at the handsome face of his soulmate. So familiar, yet ever so slightly different. Maybe even improved upon. The excited vessel shot up to his feet, posing ever so cocky for his man.

"What is your name now, since you are only half Tomas?" Diego winked at his studly companion. The bold new man smiled a vainglorious grin, before his deliciously suave voice replied.

"Javier, mi amor. You like what you see?" Diego smiled fiercely, fully embracing the new Javier. Apparently Nick's cocky, proud, arrogant attitude had merged well with Tomas' compassionate, sweet, and loving demeanor. Diego was in love, his soul reunited with it's other half. Javier strode to Diego's side, lifted his well-muscled tanned arms, and pulled his boyfriend's face into the welcoming stink of his pits. 

The two enjoyed eachother for the next few hours, before Dante announced they needed to head out to a construction site for some impromptu work. What a perfect opportunity to get worked up (and out) for round 2. However, not before Javier snapped a pic of his succulent body to post to his thirsty OnlyFans. A prelude to what Diego and he would show that night, and many times yet to come.

#male possession #male transformation #body transformation #jockification #twunk #racial transformation #transformation #musk #body possession #possession #musky #original #twink possession #muscle reduction

[libellule-ao3]

Little Shenanigans

T-rated | One-Shot | 1 060 words |

Summary: Gossip about her relationship with Quinn is getting on Merula's nerves, and she's determined to divert attention from the rabble.

Pairing: Merula/Quinn (F/F)

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A/N: The adorable Quinn Lee in this story is the property of the no less adorable @eternalchaoschocolaterain, to whom I dedicate this ficlet.💝

I invite you to take a look at her work via the link above, if you don't already know her.

Enjoy!

Masterlist

Rumours about the nature of their relationship spread around Hogwarts castle like flu in December or like cursed Howlers with a Geminio curse.

The image always made Quinn laugh a lot. She couldn’t help imagining thousands of Howlers screaming indiscretions invading every corner of the castle, filled with students - and teachers! - eager for gossip to distract them from everyday life.

Quinn was very amused by the situation, but not so his girlfriend, who did nothing to hide her annoyance, turning her artificial violet eyes, and sometimes even her wand, on anyone who dared to talk behind her back in order to feel more important than the most powerful witch at Hogwarts.

“Don’t these idiots have anything better to do than spend all their time gossiping about every little thing we do?” she would get angry during their secret meetings. "They piss me off!"

Merula appreciated the attention of others for her prowess in the various fields of witchcraft. She loved to arouse admiration and made no secret of it. But she hated the constant attention paid to her private life, which aroused not admiration but unhealthy curiosity mixed with a healthy dose of intolerable judgement. Not because she loved a young woman - wizards were much more tolerant than Muggles in that respect - but because she was the daughter of a famous couple of Death Eaters.

“Let them tell it,” said Quinn, who had been used to being the centre of attention since she started at Hogwarts. “They’ll get bore. Protesting is just another way of drawing attention to ourselves.”

Merula wasn’t convinced. This had been going on for far too long. Days, weeks... months!

So, to encourage the populace to find something else to spice up their miserable conversations, Merula redoubled her efforts to show everyone that Quinn wasn’t worthy of her and that their reports weren’t worth public display. To no avail... Until the day when the two young women faced off in a fierce duel won by the witch of Slytherin.

Now there were more whispers:

“Did you see that? The beating she gave Quinn in that supposedly ‘friendly’ duel?” said an anonymous voice.

“Yes, that time I really thought she was going to kill her. It’s a good thing Barnaby intervened,” replied another indiscreet pupil.

“Speaking of which, don’t you think it’s suspicious? I mean, it’s not the first time Barnaby has been used as a human shield by Quinn. And the way he’s looking at her with those puppy dog eyes begging for a treat...” added another.

“Do you think he wants to go out with her?” said the first.

“Maybe, but I hear he’s already going out with Liz. Peeves overheard Penny telling Andre that Ismelda was furious after she caught them together feeding the giant squid,�� informed a new arrival.

And on and on it went... Rumours were like fucking germs spread by the voices of people, using their ears to accumulate as much dirt as possible.

Thinking about all this, Merula tightened her embrace around Quinn’s aching body as she lay on a bed in the infirmary, injured after their terrible confrontation. The witch felt relieved to no longer be the victim of Hogwarts’ indiscretions.Quinn could not hold back a grimace.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you were that fragile,” Merula taunted bitingly.

Like hedgehogs, the witch always prickled up when she was going through a phase of insecurity, and Quinn had learned long ago to decipher all the facets of her personality.

“You’ve got to admit you didn’t pull any punches!” grumbled Quinn, before letting out a weary sigh and leaning back against her.

“We won’t soon have to play this comedy again: today I overheard Haywood telling everyone that the only thing we shared was the air we breathed and that if it were up to me, I’d make you disappear so as not to have you in my landscape, like that!” said Merula with a wolfish grin and snapping her fingers for emphasis.

“That bad? But what did you say to her to make her believe it?”

The young woman buried her blushing face in her girlfriend’s sparse hair, muttering something to do with her contempt for the insignificance of witches who were valued more for their celebrity than their talent.

Quinn burst out laughing, recognising in these words the bite of his girlfriend as she placed her lips at the base of his neck.

“You’re exaggerating! I remind you that we agreed that I would let you win this duel!”

“It doesn’t matter! Our strategy worked and I won’t have to abuse you any more!” teased Merula, redrawing a bruise on her girlfriend’s cheek with a delicate index finger.

“You can’t imagine how much I’ll miss it!

“So you like pain?”

Quinn straightened up, and with one smooth movement, reversed their positions on the bed. Now she towered over Merula, who gazed at her with a mixture of astonishment and defiance.

“No, I'm more of a revenge-seeking type,” Quinn announced mischievously, leaning down to place a bevy of kisses from her temple to her lips.

During the kiss, Quinn felt herself waver, and she forgot where they were, who they were. The entire universe was reduced to this infirmary, to Merula’s mouth and her hands studying her body like no one had ever done before. Nimble fingers slipped under the thin fabric of her shirt, slid down her stomach, making her skin quiver under the coolness of her palms.

“You’d better go. Madam Pomfrey will be back soon,” Quinn whispered against Merula’s lips.

“Lee promised to keep watch!” Merula protested, in the incisive tone she always used when her desires were thwarted.

“That’s true, but we shouldn’t abuse it. It’s nice enough that he’s our accomplice.”

“You’re not wrong,” admitted Merula, inwardly congratulating herself on Barnaby’s naïve disregard for public opinion.

She gave her girlfriend one last kiss before rising from her bed.

“By the way, maybe we should thank him: he was perfect in his role!” said Quinn.

Yes, that's true! Merula mused, frowning. Barnaby was soooo perfect in his role that he managed to irritate the most powerful witch at Hogwarts!

“But we should clear up a thing or two!” she exclaimed, her voice heavy with resentment.

“When you asked for his help, you should have clarified that he didn’t have to carry you like a bride!”

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #merula snyde #quinn lee #ficlet #gift #merula x mc #hphm merula #Merula Snyde x Quinn Lee

[callmearcturus]

Perfume Diary: Attaquer le Soleil Marquis de Sade

So Madre and I went in on a discovery kit from Etat Libre D'Orange bc I had a huge coupon. It arrived tonight and my mother, bless her, grabbed the first one she saw and without giving me time to even look up the scent profile she slapped it on her wrist.

The live reaction from her is, "euRGH. Its like a bloody bandaid! BLUGH."

It is not like a bloody bandaid lmao.

Opening note is an AGGRESSIVE punch to the nose of leather and spicy that's just barely cut by a citrusy vibe. Orange more than lemon or lime. Right off the bat, it's not an everyday scent unless you're a full time death metal goth. It would be a good winter scent though.

On drydown, the leather fades to something more manageable but the spice-- is that fucking clove? I think it's just a punch in the face of CLOVE which.... lmao if I was around someone who wore this, I would get nose irritation, I can tell. But when it calms a bit, it's soft leather and stronger orange, but Dat Clove, Damn.

Not a fan, but its distinctive. If you wear black eyeliner and black hair dye every day, you might like it. It has Gerard Way Circa Black Parade energy. But go easy on it maybe.

#perfume diary

[thirstbxtch]

Interference

Fandom: Star Wars, The Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit. 18+ only.

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Reader, slight Hux/Reader, No use of Y/N

Warnings: Rape/Non con, Inappropriate use of the Force, Inappropriate use of light sabers, Mentions of Blood, Spanking, Squirting

Hux has interfered with Kylo Ren's work one too many times. Ren decides to interfere with something of his.

AO3

Notes: Yeah this is pretty fucked. Idk. I was writing a Jacques Le Gris fic and then suddenly in the middle of writing that I was writing this. It's almost like I'm living at the bottom of a villainous Adam Driver dumpster. First time writing for Kylo Ren, hopefully he's in character. Drink every time he "hums" (but actually no please don't). Let me know if there are any additional warnings I need to tag. Please validate me.

You're sitting on General Hux's desk, legs spread, your black First Order issued, form fitting skirt slid halfway up your thighs. The general himself stands between them, hands caressing the skin above your knees, carefully kissing the skin of your throat. He's in a good mood and when he's in a good mood, he likes to take his time, likes to praise you in a way his words cannot. He's nipping at your earlobe, really warming you up when the doors to his office open with a sudden crash.

A fuming and unmasked Kylo Ren standing in their ruined wake.

Hux whips his head around in anger.

"Ren, you've returned early."

"You! You have interfered with one of my missions for the last time, you have no right!" The knight yells accusingly, pointing a gloved finger at the general.

"I had to interfere, you were getting ahead of yourself, overconfident as usual," Hux replies, stepping away and shooting you a dismissive glance.

You go to move, to comply with his silent request, but find all of your muscles suddenly frozen, Kylo Ren pinning you in place with a look before returning his attention back to Hux.

"No General, you are getting ahead of yourself by continuing to disrupt my work," Ren seethes and several objects large and small scatter and fly about the office in a pulse of rage. "Don't. Let it happen again," he spits, turning on his heel and storming out of Hux's now destroyed office, finally releasing you from his force hold.

Hux stares disdainfully after him for long moments.

"Fix this, it is late. I'm retiring to my chambers," he orders coolly without so much as a backwards glance.

You activate the holopad at your wrist and begin putting in work orders, summoning repair droids, and sending an order to the pharmacy for a relaxation tonic delivered to his chamber. You also formally enter the incident into General Hux's official record per protocol, though nothing will come of it. You wait for the repair droids to arrive and stick around long enough to ensure that they are repairing and not just causing additional damage.

It's probably half an hour before you're retiring to your own modest chamber to sleep, staring disinterestedly at the pointed toes of your heels as the doors whisper open, then closed, startled when you look up to see Kylo Ren, dark, imposing, sitting on the corner of your bed.

"Kylo Ren, I believe you've created enough work for me already tonight, I will have to ask you to leave as this is highly unusual and against protocol," you quip annoyed and unsure as to what could warrant a personal visit from the knight.

"I was not aware that the nature of your working relationship with General Hux was so intimate," he lilts. The sight that had momentarily greeted him when he stormed into the office was certainly not something he ever expected to encounter, but a welcome revelation nonetheless.

"I am employed to attend to all of General Hux's requests, both professional and personal."

Ren hums.

"As you are for any and all high ranking First Order officials," he says simply, still sitting on the bed, eyes locked with yours.

"Not quite," you correct him.

"How so?"

"General Hux has filed a contract of exclusivity to retain my services personally."

The knight scoffs, amused. What a very Hux like thing to do, however-- it only makes this so much sweeter.

"He must think very highly of you," Kylo Ren muses, rising from the bed and taking a step towards you.

You step back.

"Does he care for you I wonder?"

Forward.

"It would be above my station to speculate."

Back.

Forward.

Back.

Cat.

Mouse.

Until you're back against the edge of your own desk and Ren is towering over you, crowding you in, panic rising in your throat.

"You have no hope of escaping me," he says blithely. "I do want you to know that this nothing personal," dark eyes search yours and the back of a gloved hand brushes your cheek, "collateral is often times-- unavoidable."

A brief but crushing moment of silence and then suddenly he's hauling you up onto the desk and you scream as your heart clenches tight, so very tight with dread and adrenaline.

"Scream all you want, no one will hear you," Ren says calmly, gripping your chin in one hand.

He forces your thighs apart, standing between them, mirroring the image of his interruption. The knight pulls at the recollection in your mind, replicating every touch and kiss that Hux had bestowed on you, thrilling inwardly at the prospect of treading on rival territory.

"You like when he takes his time with you," Ren says softly, echoing your earlier thoughts, "I'll also be taking my time with you."

Because he doesn't stop at tonight's encounter, he searches through your history with the general, revealing every weakness, moments of seduction now enacted by his hand, his touch erasing the one in your mind's eye, his lips tracing your skin in too familiar ways, and your body begins to betray you. You try in vain to force him out, to separate your reality, but you quickly tire from the effort, head aching from his constant intrusion.

His mouth, warm and surprisingly gentle, finds the spot at the crook of your jaw, the one that always makes you weak, his presence overwhelming you, the scent of him, dark and heady, intoxicating, so when he removes a glove to slip his hand beneath your skirt, pushing your underwear to the side, you're hot and slick. He hums, pleased with himself.

"I hate this, I hate you," you hiss.

"I know, I can feel it, your loathing," Ren's voice velvet, eyes locking with yours.

The knight seems to come back to himself now, breaking his reverie, he yanks at the black silk, practically tearing it from your body and unzips himself without ceremony. He enters you in a swift, hard thrust and knocking the air from your lungs in a pained gasp. His size fills you thoroughly, an agonizing kind of relief. He groans low in his throat at the shocked spasm of your walls and at last succumbs to his rage. One hand pinned to your thigh and the other still gloved gripping your jaw because he wants to have his hands on you, wants to leave his mark as he enters you, again, again, never giving you time to adjust, harder, more, you're nothing but an empty vessel for his anger.

Ren is trembling when his release hits him, spilling within you in sharp, broken breaths, face buried in your shoulder. It's long moments before he loosens his grip and withdraws, tucking himself back in. Your core aches with pain and pleasure unfulfilled. He pulls you roughly from the desk, ripping at your uniform until it pools ruined at your feet.

The knight turns you, roughly forcing you down over the desk, soft leather gloved hand trailing down the length of your spine and coming to rest on the small of your back. A boot sliding between your still heeled feet, shoving them apart. There's a click, the sound of an object detaching from his side. Your panic spikes again. Ren flips the saber hilt smoothly in his hand so the cross guard rests in his palm. Briefly, through the lens of his wrath, he admires the curve of your ass, but it does nothing to spare you the stinging pain of the strike he brings down.

A sharp cry escapes you and it turns to ragged, keening begging as he continues to criss cross the saber hilt over your ass. Angry, red welts rising in it's wake, Kylo Ren not ceasing until he's breathless from exertion and your skin is broken in places, blood trickling down the back of your thighs.

The exchange of uneven breaths fills the room and you seethe, cheeks wet with anger, bottom lip bitten swollen and bloody.

"I hope for your sake that General Hux will consider his future courses of action more carefully," Ren comments idly, admiring his work, his destruction of Hux's property.

The cool metal of the hilt runs along your entrance, Ren dragging it through the remnants of his release. There's a phantom pressure at your center, a gentle would be caress, and you bite the inside of your cheek, pushing the sensation away.

Ren hums amused, saber hilt nudging against your cunt.

"It's ok, I want you to enjoy this," he says, calculated tone doing nothing to reassure you.

You can feel him sweeping aside your resistance, replacing it instead with a gradual liquid heat that runs along your nervous system, and you relax against your will. The phantom sensation returns to your core, it feels good, a light whisper friction distracting from the pain previously inflicted. The saber hilt twists against your entrance now as Ren eases it in up to the cross guard. He draws an inhale at the sight, pupils blowing wide. You moan once it's seated and somewhere in the back of your mind, you're vaguely aware that this is humiliating, but that doesn't stop you from moaning again when Kylo Ren gently pulls and twists at the cylinder, cunt gripping it's grooves and ridges.

He sets a slow rhythm, hungrily watching the hilt glisten and disappear, while still exerting his will upon yours, maintaining the phantom pressure at your center with more insistence. His length strains against his breeches, his own lust consuming him, lust that he siphons off to you, making you whimper and push back against the object. The knight focuses, reading your pleasure to find that spot inside you, rocking his weapon hilt against it once he does. The shift is palpable, you're right there, on the edge, he can feel it.

"Say it," he commands quietly because he knows the words are there, lingering just behind your lips, still lodged in subconscious resistance.

"Ren," you whine long and needy, "please."

He sighs a long exhale, giving you what you need, what he's willed you to need, heat sparking along your spine before breaking over you hard, gushing your climax all over Ren's saber hilt, more escaping each time he presses it into you and he groans a low sound in the back of his throat, transfixed, drawing more from you, until the inside of your thighs are slick and the floor beneath you is wet.

His patience worn thin, he frees himself again, entering you for a second time, sliding in with a quiet moan. Strong hands pull you off the desk, pull you to stand so your back is to his chest and you're weak in his arms but he holds you tightly, wrapping an arm around your waist, fucking you slowly from behind. The thick head of his cock a heady drag through your aftershocks. He's languid and lazy now, wrath temporarily sated, savoring the feel of your body, taking it for himself. You can feel him  gradually begin to pull at you, seeking that which you would not otherwise be able to offer.

"No, no, please," you pant, a plea on deaf ears, because you're hit with a swell of ecstasy and then you're clenching around him, wetting his cock. You moan together, his voice breaking, he holds onto his climax until you're weakly leaking around him and only then does he paint his release inside you.

Ren continues to hold you tight against him, face tipped up towards the ceiling, eyes closed. You can feel his influence start to retreat, your mind beginning to become your own again. Exhaustion, pain, and latent anger only just beginning to set in, before everything turns to black.

Ren carries you, wrapped in the coverlet from your bed, through the halls to Hux's chambers, occasionally glancing at your face. What a state he's left you in. Doors are of course not a concern, entering Hux's suite, the general, a habitually light sleeper, is stirring from the sounds of the door and Ren's boot steps. He sits up gazing somewhat blearily at Ren, who gives him a half smirk.

"General Hux."

A subtly, self-satisfied fuck you.

He sends your body sliding across the floor, thudding unceremoniously against the foot of the general's bed.

A final, level look.

He turns on his heel, leaving Hux with the sound of his retreating, unapologetic boot steps.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren fanfiction #adam driver #adam driver fanfic #adam driver fanfiction

[rindecisions]

St. Patrick's Day '85 You Know Where to Find Me Part 2

Explicit | 10k First Blowjob | Chance Meeting

Find the rest and more here

Part 1 | Valentine's Day

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“Do I really have to do this?” Eddie complained as Wayne fixed the bowtie to the impressively green suit he was forced to wear.

“Yes,” Wayne stated simply. “I told ‘em I would months ago before I got swapped to the night shift, so you’ll have to do it in my stead.”

“You agreed to it, not me,” he grumbled.

“Quit yer bitchin’. If you’re gonna act a fool, might as well look like one.” Wayne put a green velvet top hat on him and stepped back to give Eddie a look over. He was in a slightly oversized dark green faux velvet suit with gold clover details around the trim. The legs of the pants cinched just under his knee, showing off his white nylon-clad calves. His shoes were shiny black with a gold buckle that matched the one on the top hat.

Eddie took off the hat. “So, this is a punishment now?”

“How many times has Jim dropped you off in the last three months?” Wayne stated firmly.

“I don’t keep track of that shit,” Eddie squinted grumpily.

“Five, Eddie. Five. Be grateful he hasn’t locked your ass up.” He took the last accessory out of the bag, a false red beard and mustache combo that hooked over the ears.

“No,” Eddie whined. “I’ll wear the fucking hat, but I draw the line at ginger face pubes.”

“Eddie…” Wayne warned.

“Wayne!” Eddie pleaded. “Come on, isn’t this ridiculous enough?” He gestured at his costume.

“Just be glad I’m not forcing you to wear a wig or spray your hair red.” He hooked the beard over Eddie’s ears, finding amusement in his expression. It reminded him of a pissed-off black cat.

“The fact that this is in another town is the only reason I’m even kind of okay with this. If anyone from Hellfire sees me, I’ll never live this shit down. I’ll forever be a goddamn halfling bard to them.”

Wayne shook his head, having no idea what Eddie was talking about. “It’s pretty unlikely you’ll see anyone from Hawkins.”

“Let’s fucking hope.” He put the hat on and glared at Wayne.

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Eddie was tasked with handing out gold and green plastic bead necklaces as people entered the festival. He took off the beard as soon as he pulled out of the trailer park and kept it tucked in his suit jacket. He plastered on a fake smile with dead eyes as he put the cheap jewelry over the heads of everyone that passed him. After a few minutes, he started trying to have fun with it and said various bad puns in his best attempt at an Irish accent. A familiar voice caught his attention, and he went pale as a ghost. No… He glanced up to see Steve Harrington paying the entry fee. Quickly, he fumbled for his beard and put it on by the time Steve arrived in front of him. His attempt at saying ‘Let’s shamrock and roll’ as he put a gold necklace over his head came out closer to “Le shmark a rall.” It sounded so far from English that he just hoped Steve thought he was speaking Gaelic or something. He tried not to visibly cringe when Steve raised an eyebrow at him.

“You… too?” Steve looked very confused before heading into the fairgrounds.

Eddie watched Steve’s ass walk away in his usual tight jeans. As soon as Steve was out of earshot, Eddie cursed at himself and returned to handing out the necklaces. He was just glad that Steve didn’t seem to notice him, but now he had to keep the stupid beard on.

After about an hour, the crowd petered away, and the staff relocated Eddie to waiting tables at the pub. He was relieved that Steve Didn’t show up, or anyone else that he knew for that matter. There were a couple times Steve passed by the outdoor seating area and every time, Eddie made sure to hide before he could be seen. There was no way he was letting Steve Harrington see him in this ridiculous outfit.

It was getting close to sunset and Eddie bummed a smoke from the bartender before taking a break out back. He took off the hat and beard before leaning against the back wall of the building, watching the pop-up rides in the distance. Eddie found it comically dangerous to have rides running on a holiday for people to get smashed, but a large portion of the attendees were children and their families.

A rustling nearby caught his attention, and he looked over to see three men roughly his same age walking up. Each one was plastered with the same familiar grin. An expression that Eddie had coined ‘the face of overcompensation’. He took a long drag of his cigarette and tossed it to the ground, snuffing it with his shoe before they got too close.

The one Eddie assumed was the leader spoke first. “Aren’t you a bit big for a leprechaun?” The other two snickered.

Eddie stared at them flatly. “Aren’t you a bit big for your dick?” It wasn’t his best comeback, but he didn’t have the energy to be clever.

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Steve wandered the fair. He’d gone there originally to see if maybe the out-of-town girls would respond to him a bit better, but he should have expected that most of the people there would either be couples, families, or men trying to get drunk. With a heavy sigh, he started to walk toward the exit when he heard a familiar voice. Eddie? He followed the voice and as he got closer; it was more obvious that Eddie was in some form of an altercation. A hint of worry built up in him and he picked up his pace, hurrying behind the bar-turned-pub.

He got there just in time to see a slender man in a green suit dodge a punch and sweep the leg of his attacker, toppling him to the ground. “Eddie?” He said without thinking.

Eddie looked over with panicked eyes at hearing Steve’s voice. The distraction got him socked in the jaw. He stumbled to the side, groaning, and elbowed the man in the nose. A metallic flavor filled Eddie’s mouth as he ducked under another punch. He fell on his ass when he saw the man that just tried to swing at him get punched square in the mouth by Steve. He wished he had time to process just how hot that was before spitting the blood from his mouth and jumping back into the fight. As Eddie dodged fists, Steve used the opening to land whatever blow he could manage.

Eddie wasn’t their only target now, and when he saw one aiming a fist toward Steve’s perfect face, he kicked the man in the ribs. Steve smirked at him in thanks. Together, they had two of their attackers on the ground, and Eddie landed the last blow to the leader’s cheekbone. He shook his hand as the man stumbled away.

“Come on, man!” One of the others called, already leaving the area. The leader glared at them and spat blood in their direction before following his friends.

Steve glanced over at Eddie, who was shaking the pain from his hand. The beginnings of a bruise had already formed on his jawline, and he had blood on his lips. “You alright?” Steve asked.

Eddie groaned. Now that the fight was over, he had to face Steve, looking like this. “Yeah…”

“You held your own pretty damn well. I’m surprised,” Steve chuckled.

“Not my first fight,” he said plainly, leaning against the wall.

“I could tell.” He glanced at the mark on Eddie’s chin, walking closer to him.

Eddie tensed slightly as Steve approached. “Didn’t seem like yours either.”

Steve huffed a small laugh. “Far from, but we need to get some ice on that,” Steve tapped his own face where Eddie was hit. “Or it’s going to swell like a motherfucker.”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighed. “I can probably grab some from the bar.” He pushed himself off the wall, flinching when Steve placed a hand on his chest, keeping him in place.

“I’ll get it. Wait here,” Steve said with a soft smile before leaving.

Eddie watched Steve walk away and smiled to himself, leaning against the wall and looking up at the sky. He sighed and let gravity pull him to the ground.

It wasn’t long before Steve came back with a bag of ice and a can of soda. He knelt down in front of Eddie and placed the ice pack on his chin.

”Thanks,” Eddie said sincerely, placing his hand on the bag of ice to support it.

Steve’s heart jumped when Eddie’s hand rested on his. He leaned forward an inch and froze, an electricity danced over his skin as he swallowed and glanced away, removing his hand.

Eddie noticed, and his heart took up residence in his throat. Did Steve almost kiss him? In public?

“Don’t mention it. I’m at least a little to blame for that.” Steve popped open the can of soda.

Eddie blinked and swallowed the lump in his throat. “You’re entirely to blame,” he teased with a smirk.

Steve groaned and handed him the can. “Sorry.”

Eddie took it and softened his smirk. “But seriously, thanks for the help.” He washed the taste of blood out of his mouth. “Hmm,” he hummed contemplatively, looking at the can of soda. “Blood and Coke mix well together.”

Steve chuckled, leaning back on his wrists in front of Eddie.

“What d’you think, Harrington? Think it would sell?” He altered his voice to match a commercial. “All new, Bloody Coca-Cola.”

Steve laughed. “Somehow, I doubt that would be very popular.”

Eddie smiled at Steve’s laugh and shrugged, taking another drink. “I’d buy it. I mean that Cherry flavor they released last month is going nuts.”

Steve shook his head. “But what happened?”

Eddie glanced over at him. “You mean the fight?”

“Yeah.”

“Just the usual. I was minding my own damn business, and some jackasses decided to pick a fight.” He finished off the can and leaned his head against the wall, holding the ice to his face. “So much for leprechauns being lucky.”

“Seriously,” Steve laughed. “Why are you here wearing that, anyway*?*”

Eddie groaned dramatically. “My uncle. He agreed to help with this event as a favor to his friend but ended up having to work, so he pushed it on me. Trust me, I don’t want to be here, especially wearing this shit.”

Steve chuckled. “Yeah, I’d say today is not your lucky day.”

Eddie looked at Steve. “Why are you here, anyway? Meeting a girl?”

“No, unfortunately,” he sighed. “Came here looking for a date, actually. No luck on my end either, by the looks of it.”

Eddie licked his lip as he thought, wincing when he ran over the small split on his lower lip. Did he want to push his luck with Steve again? A grin spread over his face. “You see,” he said smoothly, “I’ve heard that if you want luck on St. Patrick’s Day, you have to catch and kiss a leprechaun.”

Steve’s face fell in surprise at Eddie hitting on him so blatantly. His heart thumped in his chest. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about their last encounter a month ago. In fact, he hadn’t been able to get it out of his mind. Was it the same for Eddie? He bit his lip and decided to play along. “And where do you suppose I could find a leprechaun?”

Eddie quirked his brow and squinted at Steve. He set the ice pack on the ground next to him and picked up the ridiculous top hat, slamming it on his head. “Oi,” he said softly in a rather impressive Irish accent. “Ya going to kiss this leprechaun or not?”

Steve burst into laughter and glanced around, making sure no one was in sight before crawling up to Eddie and taking the kiss. His chest tightened, making it hard to pull away. When he did, there was a faint redness to Eddie’s cheeks that wasn’t caused by getting punched.

Eddie sighed and rested his head back against the wall, taking the hat off. “I missed that.”

“Same,” Steve chuckled, sitting against the wall next to Eddie. They were close enough that their hips and the sides of their leg were flush with each other.

Eddie looked over in shock. “Re—really?”

“Yeah,” Steve glanced over at him and raised his eyebrow when he noticed that he’d taken the ice off. He reached across Eddie’s lap to grab the ice pack, stealing another kiss as he did.

Eddie tensed at the close proximity, but leaned into the kiss, his split lip stinging slightly on contact.

“Keep this on.” Steve placed the bag of ice on Eddie’s chin and stared at his lips for a few solid seconds before sitting back on the wall.

“O—okay,” Eddie said tentatively as he supported the bag. Had Steve really been thinking about kissing him over this last month? He didn’t think that making out and hand jobs would have any impact on someone like Steve, someone that was known for getting around. Maybe doing it with a guy made it stand out a bit more. “Hey,” Eddie said softly, nudging Steve’s knee with his own and glancing over at him. “Want to get out of here?”

“And go where?” Steve furrowed his brow as he looked over at Eddie.

Eddie shrugged and leaned into Steve’s shoulder. “My place?”

Steve smiled and turned his head, placing their faces in kissing range. His heart thumped in his chest. “Would we be alone?”

Eddie turned his head a little more and licked his lips. “Yeah…” He said with a faint nod. The pull to kiss him was almost too strong. Steve was right there, and the smallest twitch would connect their lips. They were still technically in public, so he held himself back.

“Good.” Steve took the small lunge forward and pressed their lips together. Eddie gasped and shivered as soon as their lips met. He let the bag of ice fall and placed the chilled hand on Steve’s cheek. Steve turned his body to face Eddie and leaned more into it. When he pulled back, they were both panting. “Let’s get out of here.”

Eddie nodded and stood. “Do you know where Forest Hills Trailer Park is?”

“Yeah,” Steve stood as well. “It’s pretty close to my place.”

“I’m in lot 53. It’s a rundown piece of shit, but at least it’s a roof, right?” Eddie shrugged, realizing that a rich boy like Steve may hate going to a trailer park. “If you’d rather go somewhere a bit nicer, I’m fine with that, too.” He awkwardly glanced away.

Steve smiled and stepped closer to Eddie, taking a quick glance around as he did. “All I care about is that we don’t have to worry about prying eyes.” He placed his hands on Eddie’s waist and pulled him into a brief kiss. He smiled at the silly outfit as he stepped back.

“Yeah, I know,” Eddie grumbled, noticing Steve examining his suit.

“It’s cute,” Steve chuckled.

Eddie furrowed his brow, unsure if that was a compliment or an insult.

Steve’s eyes hooded as he smirked and glanced over Eddie’s body. “But I look forward to getting you out of it.”

Eddie’s jaw fell slack at Steve’s words. “Yeah…” Eddie took a deep breath. “Let’s get out of here,” he said quickly, turning around and starting to walk away.

Steve hurried after him, grabbed his wrist, and spun him into his arms, taking one more firm kiss. “See you in a few.” He enjoyed Eddie’s startled expression for a couple seconds before letting him go and walking away.

Eddie stood there dumbfounded for nearly a full minute without a thought in his mind. He shook himself out of his daze and headed toward the entrance. He froze and ran back for the hat and beard he left behind the bar. A thought crossed his mind, and he snuck in the back door of the bar, grabbing a six-pack of green beer before hurrying to his van.

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When Eddie arrived at his trailer, Steve was already in his driveway, leaning against his BMW, smoking. Eddie took in the attractive sight before stepping out of his van. He sighed in disbelief when Steve smiled at him while taking a drag. “Hope you weren’t waiting long,” Eddie said as he approached.

“Nah, haven’t even finished my—”

Eddie took the cigarette out of Steve’s fingers and put it between his own lips. Steve smirked as he watched Eddie take a drag. “Come on.” Eddie nodded toward his trailer, letting the smoke freely flow from his mouth. He walked up the concrete steps and unlocked the door, stepping back to let Steve in first. He lightly chewed on the cigarette filter as he watched Steve’s ass walk into his living room. Once Steve was in, Eddie skipped up behind him, shutting the door. “Welcome to the Munson Castle.” Watching Steve look around opened his eyes to just how run down and messy it was. He started to feel a bit insecure about it. “If you think this is bad, wait ‘till you see my room.”

Steve smirked, watching Eddie take another hit off his cigarette. “Lead the way.”

Seeing no signs of disgust from Steve made him feel a little more comfortable.

Steve’s eyes landed on the green cardboard carrier in Eddie’s hand with six bottles in it. He squinted at it. “Where did you get those?”

Eddie grinned and held up the six-pack. “Consider it my compensation for helping at the fair.”

“A.K.A. You stole it.”

“No,” he chimed sarcastically. “Why would I ever do a thing like that?” He glanced over Steve’s body before walking past the kitchen and down the small hallway.

Steve chuckled and shook his head, following Eddie. He whistled when he walked into the room. “You weren’t kidding. Did a tornado run through here?”

“Told ya.” Eddie set the six-pack on one of his amps and pinched the cigarette in his teeth. He started unbuttoning the green velvet jacket.

“Woah,” Steve said, placing a hand on Eddie’s, startling him. “Not so fast.”

“I want to get out of this shit,” Eddie said around the cigarette. “I’m not trying to be sexy.”

Steve took the cigarette from Eddie’s mouth and quickly took its place. Eddie sighed into the kiss, sliding his hands over Steve’s hips. He grunted when Steve pressed his tongue through his lips. The invasion made his whole body light up. Steve leaned back, smirking as Eddie followed him. “Maybe I want to be the one to take it off of you.” He took a long drag of the mostly gone cigarette and held it in his lungs as he leaned forward. When Eddie parted his lips to accept a kiss, he blew the smoke into his mouth before locking them together.

Eddie swooned and gripped his hips, eagerly wrestling his tongue with Steve’s. There was a slight pain from where he bit his tongue when he got punched, and a sting from the split in his lip, but nowhere near enough for him to back out. He couldn’t believe that Steve Harrington was in his room, let alone that he was making out with him, again. He could almost forget he was wearing a leprechaun costume. Steve stepped back, took the last drag, and put the butt out in one of the many ashtrays in the room. Eddie tensed when Steve shot him a hungry glance. “Uh,” he swallowed. “You’re a lot more forward than last time,” he said nervously as Steve approached.

“I’ve had some time to think,” he said coolly, placing his hands on Eddie’s velvet-clad shoulders and sliding them down his biceps. “I’ve decided what we did wasn’t a big deal.” He slid his hands over Eddie’s elbows and onto his waist, pulling him closer. “And that I wanted more.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped at Steve’s words, confirming that he’d been thinking about him over this last month. He grunted when Steve occupied his open mouth and started unbuttoning the suit jacket where Eddie left off. He placed his hands back on Steve’s hips and let himself enjoy the feeling of their tongues tangling.

After Steve got the last button open, he ran his hands up Eddie’s chest and shoved them under the collar, gripping the back of Eddie’s neck and pushing their kiss deeper. He felt Eddie grip his hips tighter and lean into it. If their mouths were any closer, they’d end the night with more bruises. Eddie was so lost in Steve’s mouth that he didn’t care about the split on his lip opening. He jumped when Steve pushed the jacket over his shoulders and down to his elbows. He didn’t fight as the jacket was pulled free of his arms and tossed aimlessly to the floor, leaving him in a white dress shirt and dark green velvet pants.

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s narrow waist, holding him tightly in the kiss before pushing on his chest. Eddie shouted in surprise as he fell backward onto his mattress. Being on his bed while looking up at Steve, who was staring lustfully back at him with an obvious bulge in his pants, helped set things more into reality. When Steve said he wanted ‘more’, what exactly did he mean? How much was ‘more’? He gasped and tensed as Steve crawled over him.

Eddie’s nervous, wide-eyed expression amused Steve and made it hard to resist teasing him. He grabbed the collar of the dress shirt, getting another small gasp and a yip as he wrenched on it, forcing their mouths together. Keeping in the kiss, Steve started unbuttoning the white dress shirt. The idea that Steve Harrington was undressing him made Eddie's head spin. He'd thought about undressing Steve many times, but he never thought about the reverse.

When Steve got to the last available button, he leaned out of the kiss and straddled Eddie's lap, pulling the rest of the shirt free of the green pants so he could access the last buttons.

Eddie swallowed nervously as he watched Steve open the last button and fling the shirt open, revealing his entire chest and stomach. “You sure you're not drunk?” Eddie asked anxiously. “Last time you had to be drunk and high to be even a little forward.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m completely sober.” Steve smiled and ran his hands up Eddie's bare chest.

He shivered at Steve's touch. “You... you can fix that,” he suggested, looking past Steve and at the untouched beers.

Steve glanced over his shoulder at them and smiled when he returned to staring at the nervous Eddie. “Nah, I want to enjoy you with a clear head this time.”

Enjoy…me? Eddie was floored by that statement. Steve may want to do this sober, but Eddie wished he was smashed and high on whatever substance he could get his hands on. He sighed at the pleasant feeling of Steve exploring his chest.

“I knew you'd have tattoos.” Steve chuckled and ran his fingers over the demon face on his pec.

Eddie smiled and relaxed a little. The dress shirt fell off of one shoulder. “That was actually my first tattoo.” He watched Steve's fingers press into his decorated skin.

“Does it mean anything?”

“Not really.” He shrugged. “I got it when I turned 16. It was the only present I ever directly asked my uncle for.” He chuckled airily. “I'm still surprised he let me.”

“Why that design, though?” He placed his whole palm under it, cupping Eddie's pec, and gently pressed his hand into it.

Eddie swallowed and took a deep, uneasy breath. “It was one from their catalog. I just thought it looked cool.”

Steve chuckled and ran his palm from Eddie's pec to his waist. “You're a surprisingly simple creature.”

Eddie snorted. “Did you expect me to be deep?”

“You have a point,” Steve laughed, rubbing his thumb over Eddie's ribs. “What about the spider?” He glanced at the black widow by his collarbone.

“That one's…” he trailed off as Steve tightened his grip on his waist and moved their faces close. “My…” His breath got heavier as Steve slowly approached. “Newest…” He tilted his head as Steve did the same. “You don't actually care, do you?” he asked with a smile, their lips on the brink of touching.

“Not particularly,” Steve answered honestly and pressed their lips together, tongues soon to follow.

Eddie pushed into the kiss, letting himself take Steve's affection as it was given. He shook his shoulders, getting the other side of the shirt to drop. He sat up, pushing Steve along by his mouth, and took the shirt off the rest of the way. After he discarded it to the abyss of his bedroom floor, he wrapped an arm around Steve's neck, holding him in the kiss as he slid a hand under the hem of his pale green polo.

Steve hummed into the kiss at Eddie’s touch, smirking when he felt the callouses against his skin. He firmly pushed on Eddie’s chest, sending him back to the bed. His smirk intensified as he gazed down at the shirtless man between his legs. Why wasn’t it weird? Why was he so attracted to this man? Why was he attracted to a man at all? Regardless of the reason, he was.

Eddie propped himself up onto his elbows and looked up at Steve. His jaw dropped as he witnessed a fantasy come true. Steve was taking his shirt off while on top of him. He huffed at the sight. He couldn’t count the number of times he had been in this exact spot thinking about this exact thing, without the leprechaun pants, of course. Steve was stripping, and he was stripping for him. He was almost convinced he had to be dreaming.

Steve pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Eddie's awestruck expression made him smirk. “What? Never seen a man shirtless before?”

“The last time a shirtless man was this close, he was trying to punch my lights out and he was nowhere near as hot as you.” Eddie eagerly scanned Steve's chest and the fade of hair over his sternum.

Steve chuckled and fell forward, placing a hand on either side of Eddie's head and enjoying his startled expression. “Well, I don't plan to punch your lights out.”

“That's good,” Eddie said quicker and higher than he intended. “What… do you plan to do?” he asked softly, examining every detail of Steve's face.

Steve smiled and bent his arms, lowering himself. “What do you want me to do?”

Eddie's breath got heavier as he anticipated the kiss Steve was suggesting. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me, Harrington.”

“Can I get that in writing?” Steve teased.

“Get me a goddamn pen,” Eddie said in a serious tone.

Steve laughed and finally connected their lips. Eddie groaned and wrapped an arm around Steve’s bare back, enjoying his soft skin. He hummed as Steve slid his hands into his hair, tensing as one of the hands moved to his waist. He put more force into the kiss and pulled on Steve’s back, forcing their chests together. A sharp gasp escaped him as Steve moved the hand from his waist and to the black pleather belt.

Eddie’s fingers pressed into Steve’s back as his anxiety increased. Eddie’s trembling was somewhat charming to Steve. The fingers pressed harder into his back and Eddie desperately wrestled their tongues when Steve unclasped the belt. Eddie clenched his eyes tightly at the feeling of Steve popping the button on the velvet pants. Why is this so much scarier sober? Steve pulling down his zipper was as far as he could handle. “Steve!” Eddie gasped, leaning out of the kiss and looking up at him, terrified.

“You okay?” Steve asked, lifting himself to arm's length over Eddie.

“Ye—yeah,” Eddie sighed, pulling himself out from under Steve. “I just…” He glanced over Steve’s concerned face. “I need a drink.”

Steve chuckled and sat up, letting Eddie get off the bed and walk over to the six-pack. He watched him pick up the cardboard carrier and set it on the end table, sitting heavily on the bed. He pulled one out and stared at it in shock.

“What’s up?” Steve asked with his brows furrowed.

“Whoops,” Eddie chuckled. “I thought I grabbed a pack of those cheap-ass dyed beers. Turns out someone swapped them out for Guinness.” He held up the bottle as proof.

“Shit,” Steve laughed.

Eddie shrugged and placed his hand over the top of the bottle, and popped it open.

Steve furrowed his brow, confused how Eddie managed that without a bottle opener. “How’d you do that?”

Eddie looked over at him mid-chug. He removed the bottle from his mouth with a gasp. “I used the back of my ring.” He turned his hand around and ran his thumb over the ring on his middle finger. He took another long drink. “Damn, it’s rare for me to get the good shit,” He said as he stared at the bottle in his hand.

“Maybe it is your lucky day,” Steve smirked.

Eddie leaned back on his hand and smiled at Steve. “I do have you in my bed, don’t I?”

Steve crawled up behind Eddie and ran his hands over his shoulders, receiving a sigh. “Then why did you run away just before I got to the good part?” He pushed Eddie’s hair aside and kissed his neck.

Eddie gripped the mostly empty bottle in his hand, shuddering at the foreign sensation. “Can you blame me for being nervous?” He downed the last of the beer and set it on the end table, sighing as Steve kissed over his bare shoulder.

Steve chuckled and stroked Eddie’s biceps. “You really are a virgin, aren’t you?”

“You mocking me, Harrington?” Eddie asked in offense, picking up another bottle and popping the cap with the back of his ring.

“I’m not the one running away from a blowjob.”

Eddie choked on his beer. “What!?” he snapped through his coughing fit.

“You said I could do what I want.” Steve smirked as Eddie caught his breath and looked at him in disbelief.

“And that’s what you—” a cough interrupted him. “That’s what you want?”

Steve smiled and stared at his lips. A few drops of beer clung to them from his coughing fit. He shrugged. When Eddie licked his lips, it snapped his attention away. “I’ve gotten so many. I’m curious what it’s like to give one.”

“Seriously?” Eddie skeptically looked at Steve’s coy face.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Why? Is that weird?”

Eddie raised his eyebrow at him and took a quick drink before tentatively saying, “I feel like you should find it weird.”

Steve shook his head in amusement. “Eddie.” He tilted his head to the side with a gentle smile. “I don’t care that you’re a man.”

“I have a hard time believing that.” He squinted at him from the corner of his eyes as he chugged a portion of his beer.

“I guess I’ll just have to prove it,” Steve said smoothly.

Eddie chugged faster, finishing the beer just in time for Steve to take the empty bottle from him. He watched Steve reach across him to set it on the end table before turning back and pressing into a kiss, shoving his tongue through their lips. The Guinness blended oddly well with him. Eddie sighed and placed a hand on Steve's waist, gripping it gently as he leaned in.

He gasped as Steve ran a palm up his chest, caressing and massaging as he explored. A small laugh was forced from Eddie at Steve's fingertips inadvertently tickling his stomach. Steve smiled and enjoyed feeling the muscles flex under his hand. He almost wanted to tickle him more, but decided to stay goal-oriented.

Eddie's eyes popped open, and he nearly shouted when Steve shoved his hand into the open velvet dress pants. He put more force into the kiss and gripped Steve's side tightly. The arm he was using to support himself trembled, and his fingers dug into the blanket as Steve started stroking his dick over his boxers. Ungracefully, Eddie moved the hand from Steve's waist to the back of his neck, pulling their faces closer. As embarrassing as it was, he was unable to stop his hips from moving.

Steve gently bit Eddie's upper lip as he slid his hand into his underwear and pulled out the erection. He enjoyed Eddie's shuddered moan and tightened grip on his hair. He increased Eddie's volume by gripping him tightly and pumping a few fast strokes.

Eddie gasped as Steve stood and removed the hand from his pants. He looked up at him and watched as he moved to stand between his legs. He huffed when he saw the bulge in Steve’s pants nearly at eye level, swallowing at the lewd thoughts that crossed his mind.

Steve swept his foot over the rust-colored carpet, pushing a Heavy Metal magazine, an empty cigarette pack, and a crushed beer can out of the way of his knees. Eddie’s eyes widened in complete disbelief at Steve kneeling in front of him. This is actually happening. He flinched when Steve placed his hands on his knees and ran them up the dark velvet. The silly pants took Eddie out of it.

“Can I at least take the rest of the costume off first?” He glanced to the side, having a hard time meeting Steve’s lustful gaze.

“Sure,” Steve chuckled and beat Eddie to the belt of the pants. He kissed over his stomach as he pulled the pants down, boxers included. He enjoyed the erratic flexing of Eddie’s abs under his lips and his soft, involuntary laughs.

Eddie took a deep breath and leaned back on his hands, lifting his hips so Steve could strip him. He tried not to think too hard about the fact that it was Steve that was stripping him and just wished the booze would kick in already. He didn’t want to be drunk; he just didn’t want to be able to think so clearly. Everything Steve did was anxiety-inducing, mainly because all of it was new. Every kiss, every touch, every glance… it was all unfamiliar and overwhelming.

When Steve wasn’t looking at him, he wanted to take every ounce of affection Steve offered and even give it in return, but as soon as those large brown puppy eyes met his, he wanted to turn invisible and run away. Was he allowed to react? Was it okay for him to touch Steve in the ways he wanted to? His heart punched him in the chest when Steve looked up at him. The desire to disappear crept back in.

Eddie’s nervous expression wasn’t one Steve was unfamiliar with. Most of the women he’d slept with were virgins. Were. So, he assumed Eddie’s anxiety was similar. What threw him off, though, was that he wasn’t sure the usual tricks would work on a man. The idea of calling him beautiful and treating him like he would break at the slightest misstep felt weird. He didn’t really know how to treat a man in this situation. He continued pulling down Eddie’s pants as he thought, finding it weird that he didn’t find it weird to be staring at a dick less than a foot from his face. He assumed Eddie’s nerves really had a hold on him, as he wasn’t very hard, far from flaccid, but far from erect as well. He tried to think of what to do as he pulled Eddie’s buckled black dress shoes off, followed by his pants.

Steve looked gorgeous as he undressed him. Eddie watched his bare arms and back flex with his every motion. After Steve tossed aside the pants and shoes, the only article of clothing left was the knee-high white socks. Steve stared up at him as he ran his hands up his shins until they were on his knees. Eddie swallowed and watched Steve wrap both hands around one calf, pressing his chest seductively to his shin, keeping a pleading look in his eyes as he wrapped his fingers around the top elastic of the sock. He maintained eye contact and kissed Eddie’s knee. Little by little, he pulled the sock down, kissing his leg as it was exposed.

Eddie raised his eyebrow at the strange, yet still very attractive sight. Steve made his way to Eddie’s ankle and pulled the sock over his heel, kissing his way onto the top of his foot. He grunted when the foot he’d just released from the sock was pressed against his face, pushing him away.

“Dude!” Eddie snapped. “Don’t kiss my fucking feet, that’s gross.”

“Then can you get it off my face?” His voice was muffled by the foot on his cheek. Eddie removed his foot and grimaced at the thought. Steve chuckled and shrugged. “Some women like it.”

“I’m not a woman…” Eddie said simply as he let Steve take the other sock off normally.

“You don’t say?” Steve said sarcastically, pressing his hand on Eddie’s mostly limp dick, getting a gasp, a full body tense, and a strong flex of the cock under his palm.

Eddie looked down at Steve’s unfazed expression. “You really don’t care, do you?” His breath had already started to get heavier.

“No, not really.” He wrapped his hand around the dick and started stroking, enjoying the feeling of it swelling in his palm and Eddie sighing in pleasure.

Steve being so casual about it helped calm Eddie a little, even if he had a hard time wrapping his mind around the situation. Which could be, at least partially, due to the blood rapidly leaving his brain. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, losing himself in the feeling of Steve’s soft hand. He panted softly. At least this time, he felt like he would last a little longer. That idea flipped on its head as soon as Eddie felt Steve lick up the shaft. “Fuck!” he shouted and looked down to see Steve smiling up at him from under his dick, mouth open and tongue out.

Steve chuckled. “Why so shocked? I told you I wanted to blow you.”

“I just…” he panted. “I can’t believe you were serious.”

Steve kept his eyes locked on Eddie’s as he dramatically licked from the base to the head. The only thing that prevented Eddie from going cross-eyed at the foreign feeling was his desire to watch Steve in this once-in-a-lifetime position. He wanted to take in every detail of Steve’s expression, the way his cheeks had flushed a deeper pink, same with his lips, the way his eyes seemed to dilate and gain an unfocused appearance, and the way his dense, warm breath flowed over his cock. It was a sight he’d dreamed about, but seeing the real thing was something else entirely. He shifted all of his weight to one hand and risked running his hand through Steve’s thick hair. Steve’s faint hum at the contact vibrated through his dick, making him groan softly. A fog started clouding his mind. Now the beer kicks in.

The feeling of a dick on his tongue was far more enjoyable than Steve expected. It was unrealistically soft, especially the head. It was an attractive warmth, and there was an indescribable scent that made his head spin. Is this what the women he’d been with experienced? He licked his lips and lined them up with the head of Eddie’s dick. He continued to stroke the shaft as he pressed his lips against it. His heart raced as he parted them and lowered his mouth onto it. Eddie groaned loudly and tightened his grip on his hair. Steve felt an electricity on his skin at the feeling of the dick flexing against his tongue.

It took everything Eddie had to not push on Steve’s head. The feeling of his warm mouth was insane as it gently sucked on him. He knew blowjobs had to feel good, but this was otherworldly and beyond anything he could have imagined. He caught himself trying to push on Steve again and took his hand off of his head, putting it back on the bed to support himself. His whole body broke out in goosebumps when Steve looked up at him. Damn, he looks good with a dick in his mouth… With my dick in his… Eddie felt dizzy just from the thought, let alone actually experiencing it. He was irritated that he wasn’t going to last much longer. He didn’t want it to end so soon.

Steve closed his eyes and indulged in letting himself enjoy blowing Eddie. The feeling of it gliding over his tongue, filling his mouth, and teasing the back of his throat was almost addicting. He flinched when he felt a quiver up the underside. Was he close? He increased his suction and speed, gripping the base a little tighter. Eddie’s panting and moaning got louder. He could tell Eddie was holding back, thrusting his hips. A part of him wished he wouldn’t.

Eddie gripped the blanket under his hands and panted as he watched Steve through hooded eyes. “Shit,” he hissed when he felt a surge of warmth. “Steve, I—”

Steve glanced up at his name. As soon as their eyes met, Eddie groaned loudly and rolled his eyes up, twisting the blanket in his hands. Steve grunted in shock when he felt a flood of cum fill his mouth. He pulled back, and the rest hit him in the face. Eddie took a deep relieved breath and froze when he saw the mess he’d made of Steve, who was sitting there with his mouth open, cheeks, lips, and chin covered in cum, his cum. He huffed as a bit dripped from Steve’s lip and onto his chest.

The feeling and flavor of the cum in his mouth was beyond nasty, making Steve gag. He looked around for anything to spit into and grabbed the empty cigarette box he pushed aside. Quickly, he spat the semen out into the carton. “Fuck, that’s gross!” He spat into it again. “I think I’ll take one of those beers now.”

Eddie shook off his daze and grabbed one of the bottles, popping it open with his ring, and handed it to Steve, who took it and chugged. Eddie watched in awe as some of his cum dripped down Steve’s neck and onto his collarbone.

Steve gasped as he removed the bottle from his mouth. “No wonder women never want to swallow that shit.” He wiped his arm over his mouth and cringed when he smeared cum over it. “Where’s your bathroom?” he groaned as he stood.

Eddie swallowed, just realizing he was staring with his mouth open. “Uh, yeah.” He shook his head and stood, pointing toward his door. “First door on the left.”

“Thanks,” he grunted in disgust.

Eddie’s heart punched him when he saw the bulge in Steve’s pants with a small, dark, wet spot near the head of his dick. As soon as Steve left the room, Eddie fell back onto his bed and stared blankly at his ceiling.

Not only had he just gotten his first blowjob, but it was by Steve Harrington, the last person he ever would have expected to be okay with it. His head spun, recalling the image of Steve’s face painted with his semen. It was an image he hoped would burn itself into his brain, and he knew for a fact he’d be using that memory in the future. Slowly, he came down from the afterglow and sat up. He pulled the pair of black and red plaid boxers out from under the leprechaun pants and slid them on. With a stretch, he walked toward his open door, jumping when he met up with Steve, his face now cum free.

“Uh,” Eddie gasped. “I was going to grab some water. Want anything?”

Steve stared at Eddie’s face, eyes lingering on his lips. “Got anything flavored?”

Eddie stepped back to let Steve into his room as he thought. “We might have some Coke or something.”

Steve nodded and entered the room. He scanned Eddie’s body and watched him walk down the hall before turning his attention to looking around the cluttered room, his eyes landing on a pile of cassettes. He grabbed the half-empty beer and walked over to them, passively sipping what was left as he flipped through the tapes. There wasn’t much he really recognized. He’d heard of a few of the bands, but most of them were completely foreign to him. He set the empty beer bottle on the desk and held up a cassette for some band named ‘Black ‘N Blue’. Based on the album cover, he honestly couldn't tell if half of the band were women or not.

“Hey,” Eddie called from the doorway, getting Steve to look over at him. “Catch.” He tossed a can of soda at him.

“Thanks,” Steve caught it, trying not to shake it too much.

“Feel free to throw something on if you want to,” he offered as he sat on the edge of the bed, cracking open a bottle of water.

Steve set the cassette down and sat next to him, carefully opening the soda can, letting it hiss out before opening it all the way. “I don’t even know most of those.”

Eddie took a long drink, leaning back. Steve stared at Eddie’s exposed chest stretching as he drank. With a gasp for breath, Eddie sat up and chuckled. “Let me guess, you’re a top 40 listener?”

“Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing?” He took a quick drink, the flavor of the cum was almost gone. “Top 40 just means they’re the best current songs.”

“I would strongly disagree.” Eddie hoisted himself to his feet and finished off the water, tossing the crushed bottle wherever it landed. “Just because the masses like something, doesn't make it good.” He knelt in front of an unorganized pile of cassettes under his desk. “Let's see,” he sang as he looked through the pile. “Something a pop-tart would like…” He said to himself, but just loud enough for Steve to hear.

Steve squinted at him mid-drink. “Pop-tart?”

Eddie chuckled and stood, holding a cassette in his hand. “My personal name for those that listen to that trash.”

“What’s wrong with pop music?” He defended.

“It’s objectively bad.” He shrugged with a smirk. “In my opinion, anyway,” he added quickly.

“Wha—” Steve knew there was something off about that statement but couldn’t pinpoint it and got stuck mid-word with his brows furrowed.

Eddie smiled at his ditzy expression as he took the album ‘Van Halen’ out of its case. “I have a feeling you’ll like some of these.” He held the tape between his fingers in display before putting it in the stereo on his cluttered desk and pressing play. He adjusted the volume so they could still hear each other over it. When the guitars started, Eddie spun and mimed playing along as he walked up to Steve.

Steve glanced around the room, noticing the multitude of guitars. “So, you actually do play.”

“What, did you think I lied?” He stopped at Steve’s feet and dropped his arms.

“I just don’t know many people that do.” Steve’s eyes scanned up Eddie’s slender body until they landed on his smirk.

Eddie stared down at him and gently gripped the can in Steve’s hand. “You done with this, good sir?”

“Yeah…” Something about Eddie towering over him was very distracting.

Eddie took the can from his loose hand and finished off the last sip before tossing it aside and straddling Steve’s lap, grinning when he noticed Steve tense and breathing speed pickup. He draped his arms over Steve’s shoulders and leaned close. “Now, I believe there’s something I owe you.” He pressed their lips together, sighing when he felt Steve’s cool hands touch his waist.

“You don’t owe me anything,” Steve laughed.

“Oh, but I do,” he cooed.

“Really, I only did it because I wanted to. You don’t have—” He gasped as Eddie shoved his tongue through his lips and moved a hand to his groin.

Eddie smiled as he felt a reaction to his touch from under Steve’s jeans. “Steve,” he panted, staring into his eyes. “I’m going to blow you.” He rubbed his palm over the growing bulge in Steve’s pants, pleased to feel his words make it jump in size.

“I… okay.”

There was a strange meekness to Steve that made Eddie want to exploit it, but decided against it. “Then scoot your fine ass back and lay down.” Having familiar music helped his confidence and calmed his nerves. Steve had already blown him. He’d made it obvious he at least wanted him physically, so why not take advantage of it? Why deny himself the luxury when it was literally being handed to him?

“Uh,” Steve swallowed and stared at Eddie. There was a new, more intense presence from him. It was almost as if he was a new man. He did as requested and pushed himself further back on the bed and laid down. There was a faint scent of cigarettes with an undertone of sweat that came off of his messy blankets and to Steve’s surprise, he kind of liked it.

Eddie smiled at Steve doing as he asked. When he crawled over him, Steve propped himself up on an elbow and met Eddie’s mouth, melting as their tongues intertwined. Steve gasped when he felt Eddie’s hand press to his groin and rub. They both leaned more into the kiss, Eddie more than Steve, pushing him back down onto the bed. Eddie messily broke the kiss and sat up, straddling Steve’s lap. He ran his hands up Steve’s chest, indulging in the soft skin and the feeling of Steve’s heavy breaths under his palms.

A bubble of anxiety grew in Eddie’s chest as he slid his hands closer to Steve’s hips. He was about to suck a dick, and not just any, but the one belonging to the man he's craved for years. He took a deep breath and pushed himself back so he was sitting on Steve’s thighs. He made quick work of the belt, button, and zipper in his way. First hurdle down. He slid Steve’s pants over his hips and stared at the trapped partial erection. He ran his hand over it, feeling it respond to his touch with a flex and increase in size.

When he took it out, his mouth watered, finally able to get a clear look at Steve’s dick. It was just as large as he thought it was. He smiled at the twin freckles under the head that almost matched the pair on his cheek. He gave it a gentle stroke, coaxing a groan from Steve. Eddie took one final look at the spread in front of him before pushing himself between Steve’s legs and lying on his stomach in front of him. He felt an embarrassment well up as Steve propped himself on an elbow to get a better look.

Eddie flashed him a nervous smile and pressed his lips to the side of it. It was warm and incredibly soft. His mind started to cloud as he ran his lips up the shaft and back. Steve’s aroma was intoxicating, and the soft, growl-like sound he made when Eddie licked up his shaft was better than any drug. He slid the head of Steve’s dick between his lips. The size of it almost filled his mouth to its capacity. He gasped around it when he felt Steve gently toy with his hair.

Watching someone on his dick was far from a new experience for Steve, but something about this time was different. It could be because it was a man, or it could be because it was Eddie. Regardless, it was a sight he wished he could capture on film. When their eyes met, they both froze, and Steve felt a wave of goosebumps on his arms. Eddie’s eyes were shockingly beautiful, especially at this angle. Thinking of a man as beautiful was a foreign thing for Steve, but it didn’t feel wrong. He found Eddie very attractive, and there was no point in denying that.

The passive toying of his hair slightly tickled his scalp as he slowly bobbed his head on Steve’s dick. Every texture was amazing and soft. The occasional hint of salt from his pre-cum was proof that Steve was enjoying it. That and his soft panting. His volume did make Eddie insecure. He worried that he wasn’t good enough. He tried to think about what Steve had done to him. He’d stroked the base with his hand. Eddie replicated that, getting a small groan of approval. Steve also focused a lot on his head. Eddie twirled his tongue around the stupidly soft cap of his dick. The hand in his hair gripped involuntarily, accompanied by a deep grunt.

With those little tidbits confirmed as Steve’s preferences, Eddie increased his suction and pushed the dick as far to the back of his throat as he could comfortably go. He made sure to grip the base firmly and follow his lips with his hand. Steve’s hand gently rested on the back of his head, not pushing or guiding, just a passive acknowledgment. As he pulled up, he flicked his tongue under the ridge of the head. If his mouth wasn’t full, he’d smirk at the twitch of Steve’s hand in response. The slickness of his saliva built up under his hand, allowing him to more confidently pick up his pace.

Steve groaned and gripped Eddie’s hair at the increase in intensity. Even knowing this was Eddie’s first time giving a blowjob, it was still better than most. If he deep-throated him, it would quickly be the best. With Eddie also being a man, he knew where to focus and where to apply pressure. He couldn’t call him skilled, but he knew what he was doing. He watched Eddie bob on his cock, eyes closed, cheeks flushed and concave from the suction. It was a sight that helped urge him closer to orgasm.

Eddie didn’t care that his jaw was getting tired. If anything, the stiffness was just another layer of validation. He’d been high on so many substances, but so far, this was the best. Nothing else existed except him and what he was touching. For all his mind cared, they were on his bed amidst a void. He groaned around Steve’s dick when he felt the hand on the back of his head gently urge him deeper. Eddie took in as much of Steve as he could and applied a strong suction, dancing his tongue around any surface it could reach.

Steve’s moans had to be his new favorite song. He could listen to them on repeat forever. If only he’d thought to set up a recording. He nearly lost it when he felt Steve start vaguely thrusting his hips. The feeling of the smooth, slick cock rubbing over his tongue and lips was mind-numbing. Even the sting of his split lip wasn't enough to distract him. He opened his eyes to look at Steve and shuddered a breath when he saw him laying back with his other hand running through his own hair. There was no denying it, Steve was enjoying himself. A wave of confidence flooded Eddie, and he began sucking with new vigor. Steve grunted loudly as Eddie put his all into blowing him.

“Fu—” Steve hissed. “Eddie,” he gasped. “I’m almost.” He moaned loudly and gripped Eddie’s hair tightly as Eddie only increased his enthusiasm.

There was no way Eddie was going to miss the chance to take Steve’s load in his mouth. He didn’t care how gross it was going to be. He’d tasted his own out of curiosity and pretty much knew what to expect. He fought against Steve’s tight grip on his hair to suck his dick with everything he had. A faint shudder up the base of Steve’s dick filled Eddie with excited anxiety. After just a couple more plunges into his mouth, Steve moaned, his voice ringing clear over the sound of the music. Eddie felt Steve press on his head and the warm, thick fluid flooded his mouth. It was one of the nastiest things he’d ever felt, and he loved every second of it.

Steve looked down at Eddie, who was gently sucking, coaxing every last drop out of him. After knowing what it was like, he had no idea how Eddie could stand having it sitting in his mouth like that. He coughed when Eddie met his eyes and swallowed with the dick still in his mouth. Fuck, that was hot.

Once Eddie was certain he’d bled him dry, he took all of Steve’s softening dick in his mouth and sucked firmly as he slowly slid it out. He enjoyed Steve squirming at the sensitivity. He couldn’t help but smirk at Steve’s gasp as it popped out of his mouth. They were both panting and flushed as they stared at each other.

Steve gave an impressed huff and shook his head. “I don’t know how you could swallow that shit.”

Eddie grinned and shrugged. “I like gross things.”

Steve pushed himself into a sitting position but was quickly tackled back to the bed by Eddie pouncing on him and forcing their mouths together. He fought back. Tasting himself on Eddie’s tongue was just as gross as it was when women did it. The main difference was that he could wrestle with Eddie, something he couldn’t do with women. He flipped them over, confident he was stronger than Eddie, and pulled out of the kiss, holding Eddie’s wrists to the bed below. Eddie’s bright-eyed mischievous expression made Steve laugh and drop all urge to fight. He shook his head and fell on the bed beside him.

Steve turned his head to see Eddie already staring back. He smiled at him and pulled his pants up, but left the belt undone. He didn’t know what to say after that, his mind was still clouded by the high. Eddie said something, but he didn’t catch it. “What?” he asked, turning back to face him.

Eddie propped himself up on his elbow and placed a hand on Steve’s chest. “I asked if you wanted a smoke.”

“Oh.” Steve shook his head. “Yeah…” he said with a distance in his voice. “Yeah,” there was more certainty in his voice that time. “Sure.”

Eddie reached across Steve, putting his chest over his face. Steve swallowed as he stared at the smooth tattooed skin, resisting the urge to lick the nipple that was barely an inch from his lips. When Eddie pulled back, Steve sat up and took the stick offered to him. Eddie lit his own, puffing smoke around the filter before holding the light out to Steve, who leaned into it and inhaled a cherry onto his own cigarette. Eddie lifted his thumb from the cheap lighter, letting the flame die off, and tossed it onto his desk near the stereo. The pack of cigarettes was soon to follow. He took a deep inhale of the smoke and sighed it out. “Hmm,” he hummed, impressed. “I guess there is something to the smoking after sex trope. Tastes better than usual.” He held the cigarette out in front of him, examining it.

Steve chuckled, vaguely coughing on the smoke. “Is that why you wanted to?”

“At least partially, yeah.” He smiled at Steve and fell back onto his bed, holding the cigarette between his teeth as he smoked it hands-free.

Steve looked down at Eddie as he smoked his own. “It does taste better, doesn’t it?” He smirked, receiving one from Eddie in return.

Eddie gazed up at him and put an arm under his head as a pillow, taking an extra deep drag and removing the cigarette from his mouth as he heavily sighed the smoke from his lungs and stared at the ceiling. “I’m guessing you want to act like this never happened.”

Steve winced. It was obvious that it bothered Eddie, but he just wasn’t comfortable with others knowing. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely.

Eddie shrugged and took another hit before responding. “I figured as much.” He wasn’t able to meet Steve’s eyes. He knew it was going to happen, but it didn’t lessen the sting by all that much.

A soft smile spread across Steve’s face. He rested the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray on Eddie’s end table and turned to face him. He gently ran his fingers up Eddie’s chest, getting him to tense and take a deeper inhale than he intended. “Is being my little secret such a bad thing?”

Eddie’s laugh was accompanied by a plume of smoke from his mouth. “Does that mean you don’t want this to be the last?”

“I didn’t want Valentine’s to be our last, so of course I don’t want this to be, either.” He gently gripped the forearm of the hand that was holding Eddie’s cigarette and leaned into a kiss. He sighed when he felt Eddie’s hand slide into his hair and his tongue into his mouth. The flavor of tobacco overpowered that of the cum, but it was still vaguely present.

When Steve pulled away, Eddie huffed a small laugh and glanced anywhere but Steve’s face, knowing for a fact that he was blushing. “Still got my number?”

“Uh huh,” Steve acknowledged, smirking at Eddie’s shy expression.

Eddie swallowed and glanced back up at him. “Then you know where to find me.”

“I’ll be sure to use it.” He pet Eddie’s hair and pressed their lips together again.

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#st. patricks day #you know where to find me #ykwtfm #Steddie #First Blowjobs all around #virgin eddie munson #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington

[lilareviewsbooks]

The Teixcalaan Series: 5/5

Book 1: A Memory Called Empire & Book 2: A Desolation Called Peace

I’d pitch this as Game of Thrones in space. Full to the brim with plots and with politics, this series follows Mahit Dzmare, an ambassador from the tiny Lsel Station as she navigates her new life in the Teixcalaan Empire -- the culture Mahit has been in love with for years, but that is slowly swallowing up her home one. The first book sets you up with a murder mystery with a romantic subplot -- and what a subplot!! Sapphics in space yearning for each other? Sign me the fuck up!! -- and then expands into so much more with little warning, kind of like you’re on an intensely political roller-coaster. The second one plays out kind of like the movie Arrival, and to say anything else would be to spoil it. 

I loved every single second of it. 

I think what calls out to me the most in this series is its almost anthropological approach to describing culture. It’s almost hard to explain if you haven’t read it, yourself, but the detail given to every cultural decision is impressive. From the way the Teixcalaani smile, to their language -- which is described in detail in a post-script -- and their naming conventions, Ms. Martine tackles every single cultural avenue she can find. The result is this brilliant, vibrant, Meso-American Indigenous-inspired culture, that you get to understand so deeply, almost as if you have studied it.  And you get to watch all these moving pieces of this world you barely understand with a main character who doesn’t truly understand it, either, which is a great device through which to world-build. 

I’d highly recommend this for anyone who’d like some gay yearning, some good characters with nice development, and lots, lots of politics. Plus, of course, questions of anthropological nature, that tackle language, culture, colonialism -- but in space!! 

(And for the second book, get ready for some aliens!!)

Reminded me of...

- The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K Le Guin: anthropological/sociological approach; an envoy coming to a different planet than theirs and trying to understand it; queer, kinda?, BUT this one is more political, if I’m remembering correctly

- A Song Of Ice and Fire/A Game of Thrones, George R R Martin: the politics; morally grey characters; what the fuck is going oh my god am I going insane who is this character the cast is so huge; world-building being absurdly good, BUT this one is gay and in space :)

- Gideon the Ninth/The Locked Tomb Series: the gayness; lyrical writing; SPACE!!; yearning; i’m so fucking confused what is going right now, BUT this one has like cultural stuff involved???

and the movie Arrival, dir. Denis Villeneuve: can’t tell you why without spoiling both of them, BUT it’s basically the second book with more time-travel and less politics!

#books and reading #books books books #bookworm #books #fantasy #book review #sci fi books #fantasy books #teixcalaan #mahit dzmare #three seagrass #a memory called empire #a desolation called peace #queer books #sapphic books #lgbtq books #asoiaf #the locked tomb #the left hand of darkness #arrival

[animatorweirdo]

Reunion with an old friend

You settle in your new situation, but then end up meeting an old friend.

Warnings: Mentions of a struggle, fighting, hunting habits, assaults, blood, a bit emotional, hugging, leaving behind, torture, mentions of a ripped-off arm, and a happy reunion.

Chapter 14

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An annoyed, tired sight left Camilla as she stopped beneath a tree with her hands on her hips. Her eyes looked around the forest till Maglor arrived, pulling his horse behind him with a neutral expression. Camilla looked at him. “Any luck?” 

He shook his head. 

“Fuck—”  Camilla hissed, looking around the forest one more time. “Well! It looks like she has officially disappeared. Again!” she declared. 

“Where do you think she could have gone to?” Maglor questioned. 

“I don’t know. I found her feeding place, which still has uneaten orc limbs and a dead giant bat,” Camilla explained. Maglor frowned at the last part. “ A giant bat?” he questioned. “A vampire, most likely,” she pulled out a long, sharp fang from her pocket. Maglor grabbed the fang and took a closer look. 

“(Name) most likely got attacked when she was feeding and telling from the marks and signs of struggle I found. There was more than one of those creatures,” Camilla motioned at the fang. 

“What I know about vampires of this world is that they’re a lot stronger and much sneakier than orcs, so they most likely gave (Name) a challenge, which caused her to run off and take the fight elsewhere,” she then points at claw marks upon a tree bark. 

“Telling from these marks, (Name) used one of the beast's favorite types of ambush, attacking from above,” she explained. “And not only that— they can use the trees to travel, which gives them the benefit of leaving fewer tracks, so trying to find where the fight leads to is pretty pointless. Unless you’re willing to climb every tree to find the tracks,” she glanced at the elf. 

Maglor imagined the fight between you and the vampires. He couldn't imagine vampires being in equal strength as you, but knowing you were weaker during spring and summer left him anxious. He did not want to find you in devastating injuries like last time. 

“What shall we do then?” he glanced at Camilla. 

Camilla flailed her arms with a shrug. “Hope she’s alright and manages to come back on her own or at least give us a sign. There isn’t much we could do,” she said. “And I don’t think I can use the moth trick to find her again. I need to have some kind of clue where she might be, or I’m putting the poor bug search for nothing,” 

“This shit is just getting better and better,” she angrily stated. 

Maglor laid his hand on her shoulder. “I’m certain we will find her. We just have to have faith,” he said reassuringly. 

Camilla stared back at him with a nonchalant look before letting out a sigh. “We should get back. It's getting late,” she brushed his hand away and left to find her horse. 

Maglor withdrew his hand, observing as she departed. Her closed-off nature made it challenging to approach her, and he wasn't sure how to earn her trust. It was strange. She wasn’t like that when he first befriended you. Had something changed between you and him that she didn't like?

Maglor brushed off the thought with a shake of his head and followed her. He will think about it later. The most important thing at hand was ensuring you were alright. 

The halls were brimming with life. The elves went along with their things, working and doing errands, sparing looks at you as you passed with Luthien. It still felt strange, but you were getting used to it. 

You took in the designs and constructions of the kingdom. It was quite an exciting sight. Despite being underground, wildlife and plants thrived nicely without disruption. It was like something out of a fantasy book. 

“Your home is very beautiful,” you remarked. “It’s unlike anything I have ever seen.” Luthien smiled at your compliment. “It is a sight to behold, though it can get quite tiresome and less impressive when you see it every day,” she said as she led you to the healer’s halls.

“Well, it is more alive here. Where I'm from, it's more like stone, cold, and orcs since Angband is nearly next door,” you said. “You’re from the north?” Luthien asked curiously. “Yeah, not maybe the safest place to live, but good enough for me. I never had a peaceful life, so I kinda need a drop of chaos to consider it normal for me,” you teased a little, making her chuckle.

“You need chaos to have a normal life?” Luthien asked. 

“Yeah. Once you have faced enough hardships, you find it hard to fit in a peaceful way of life without some chaos to make it feel somewhat normal,” you answered. “Anyway. Thanks for helping me and showing me a way around here,” you said. 

“Of course. You are my guest, so is it up to me to guide and care for you in my home,” she smiled at you. 

“I appreciate it, but you don’t have to worry about me. You probably have better things to do as a princess than entertain a silly human like myself,” you said. 

“Oh no! I don’t mind at all. I would be more than happy to entertain you,” Luthien said. “New things rarely happen around here, so this will give me something else to do for once in many years,” she said with a smile. 

“Really? Last time I checked. You ran away like a squirrel when I tried to ask you directions,” you smiled, making her snort. “Well, you startled me, and my mother’s girdle does not allow humans to come here often,” she said, then opened the doors. 

“We’re here,” she said, and you looked around. 

The halls looked nearly similar to the one you worked at with Camilla in Himring, except more nature-filled and less cold. 

Luthien took you to what seemed to be a private room. 

“You can rest here. If you need anything. All you need to do is ask,” Luthien said, looking at you. “Well…” you looked down at your worn-down bloody clothes. “Maybe a change of clothes?” you said

Luthien smiled. “Sure. I will have someone bring you new clothes and maybe have those washed. In the meantime, stay here. I will also have someone check on you and those wounds,” she said and then left, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You decided to sit down on the bed. The sheets felt nice and clean beneath your fingers, and the atmosphere was peaceful. The shapes of the wall and the nature-like decor reminded you of your family’s old cottage where you liked to go on summer weekends. It was a place surrounded by nature with a lake where you and your little brother liked to swim when your dad and grandpa were done fishing.

It filled you with a strange nostalgia. You missed going there.  It was one of your grandfather’s favorite places to go. And you would do anything to have a chance to fish with him and your dad again, even when you used to think of fishing as a boring hobby. 

Your mind was in deep memory that you did not notice someone walk in. 

“I thought I sensed someone familiar,” A voice snapped you out of your thoughts. 

You looked, and your eyes widened when you saw a familiar woman leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and looking at you with the familiar cold eyes she used to look at you when you shared a cell in Maglor’s former fortress. 

“Hello, (Name),” the woman said. 

“Nelle,” you said, shocked to see her. 

“I already knew something strange was going to happen when I heard a human had passed through Melian’s girdle. I never expected it to be you,” Nelle walked closer. “It seems trouble follows everywhere you go,” she said, looking down on you as you stood up. 

You got a bit emotional and hugged her. 

Nelle froze but didn’t push you away. She awkwardly gently patted on your back in return. 

You released her when you realized what you did. “I’m sorry—” you quickly apologized. “I’m just glad to see you and not dead after what happened in Maglor’s Gap,” you said. 

Nelle looked at you softly. “It's alright. I’m glad to see you safe and sound as well,” she said. 

“What happened? I’ve never seen you or Melui part of the prisoners that were freed?” you asked, and her expression fell back to normal. 

“Remember the day when you returned from Maluk’s care, and I left to confront him, leaving you and Melui alone?” she questioned, and you nodded. 

“When the — whatever darkness took control of you that day. I took the chance to take Melui and escape when the orcs were distracted,” she explained. “I did not know what was happening and taken from how many orcs you slaughtered. I did not dare myself to find you and take you along. I’m sorry for that. We left you behind,” she said with nearly a regretful look. 

You shook your head. “No. It's alright. I’m more glad that you managed to escape than end up captured like how Langon and Maluk made me believe after retaining me,”

“It could have ended worse, so It's good you left then came to find me. The beast doesn’t spare anyone from its bloodlust,” you thought about that day when you went on a rampage after getting assaulted by those orcs. 

You then remembered and looked at Nelle with worry. 

“Melui? Is he–” You hesitated to ask. 

Nelle nodded. “He’s here … and his arm is healing. I managed to stitch it back before it was too late,” she answered. You stared at her, confused. 

“Stitch back? How?” you asked as you did not think the elves were advantaged enough to stitch up severed limbs back to their places, bones, veins, and everything. 

Nelle breathed in. “That is because, like Langon, Maluk, and Melian — I am a Maia myself,” your eyes nearly jolted out of their sockets. How did you not know? And what is it with you meeting Maiars from left and right? 

“You’re a Maia? I’m sorry, but how do you not emit a terrifying presence like the other three I met so far?” you questioned. 

“Because my powers were sealed by that silver collar I was forced to wear,” Nelle said. “Thanks to the help of Melian, I was able to use my healing skills and magic to re-attach Melui’s arm—bones, veins, and everything,” she explained.

“That’s amazing – so wait. Does that mean you’re a Maiar of Este since she’s the Valar of healing, and you Maiars always have a Valar you learned your skills from?” you questioned. 

“You’re correct. Though it has been many years since I have seen my lady,” Nelle said with a longing tone. “Thanks to you. I’m able to return to her. Once I see my work is done here and my aid is no longer needed,” she stated. “I am truly grateful for that,” she bowed her head to you, making you nod with a smile and feel somewhat happy that your beastly rampage did something good.

You then hugged your arms with a grim look. 

“So… how is Melui doing right now?” you asked. 

“He is recovering, physically and spiritually. He has taken solace in the comforts of Menegroth’s libraries. Do you wish to see him?” Nelle asked, making you nearly panic. 

“No! I mean— not right now. I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to show my face to him. I did turn and ripped his arm off,” you said with regret in your eyes.

Nelle looked at you empathically. 

“If its hate you expect to receive from him — banish that though because he bears no hatred for you,” she said. 

“He doesn’t? Why not?” you asked. 

“No…” Nelle shook her head. “Even after what happened and what you did to him, he was still worried for you and felt reluctant to leave you behind,” she explained. “He understands you were not being yourself, so you have nothing to fear,” 

You thought about it. 

“You should go see him since it seems the whole incident has bothered your mind ever since, but in your time — once you feel ready,” she said. 

“Thanks… But I think I will wait,” you said. “At least to mentally prepare myself,” you added. 

“As you wish,” Nelle nodded. 

“Now. How about you show me those wounds? I will be your caregiver for now, and in the meantime, you will tell me exactly what this darkness and the beast is about,” she said sternly. 

You chuckled nervously. 

“I guess I owe you and Melui that much. It's a long story, though,” you said. 

“It's fine. We have all the time now. Now turn around so I can see the bite wound on your shoulder,” Nelle said. You smiled and did what she asked. “Alright, let's see. It started with my –” You continued to tell about your childhood and the curse to Nelle as she listened while caring for your wounds in peaceful silence.

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