#peak cousin content

[thebiggestboloser]

OKAY I JUST SAW UK TOUR AND OH MY FUCKING GOD

I need to ramble xx

I HAD ALL PRINCIPLE EXCEPT LEESA BOLEYN - BEEN SO BUSY WITH EXAMS I DIDNT REALISE JESSICA HAD STARTED AS CLEVES UNTIL THEY ALL CAME OUT. AND LEESA FUCKING STOLE THE SHOW THE AUDIENCE LOVED HER SO MUCH AND SHE WAS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT I LOVE HER! JAINA HOWARD IS AMAZING, SHE PLAYS TEEN KAT GREAT, ALL VOICES WERE INSANE, THEY WERE ALL SO AMAZING I CRIED WITH HAPPINESS THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH

And during one of the little squabbles leesa and jaina bent over and just put their foreheads together and leesa started wiggling her finger in her face it was so fucking cute and funny, And she was just great adding little things in the background of scenes to make them funnier

God I’m a leesa hardcore stan now - BUT HONESTLY ALL OF THEM FUCKING HELL. Everyone was absolutely insane I cried the entire way through with happiness then jumped up standing clapping and dancing at the end amongst a dead still sitting audience.

MENTAL

#some peak beheaded cousins content in there #and crackhead gremlin Boleyn #honestly this cast their comedic timing is amazing #six the musical #six the musical uk tour #six

[smileysuh]

crossroads

🌙 starring. Kim Mingyu & Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. If one neighbour is a Doberman, then the other is a Golden Retriever. They’re like night and day, and yet, you’re drawn to both, as if some gravitational or celestial power is pulling you to them… it also helps that they both have motorcycles. How had it been so easy to ghost Wonwoo in the past, only to find yourself at a crossroads with his roommate seven months later?

tw/cw. Threesome, unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, big dick Mingyu, creampie, oral (f/m receiving), blow job, deep throating, hand job, Eiffel tower/spit roasting, breast worship, nipple pinching, nipple licking, panty kink, eating pussy through panties, fingering, squirting, pussy stretching, praise, dirty talk, ‘sir’, dom!Wonwoo, switch!mingyu, blindfold/sensory deprivation, voyeurism, listening to your neighbour have sex, masturbation, reader reads erotica, mutual masturbation, slight dacryphilia, blindfold/sensory deprivation, inklings of humiliation, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel, baby. (Mingyu’s) gyu. (Wonwoo’s) sir. 

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 19.8k

🍭 aus. Biker!meanie, booktok!reader, neighbours!au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. This was not supposed to be this long. I don’t know how this happened. 

Prologue 

“Who keeps messaging you?” your cousin asks, trying to act nonchalant as he sips his margarita, but you can feel his eyes on you as you stare at your phone.

“The Harley dude,” you sigh, quickly reading the text message.

“The guy who missed your first date because he was napping?” Jeonghan nearly chokes on his drink, setting it down in favor of flashing you a judgemental look.

“Yeah, the same guy who also tried to rebook our first date as a group ride night with all his friends,” you roll your own eyes at the stupidity of men. While the idea is fun, it’s not the way to get to know someone new. 

Jeonghan lets out a low whistle. “Sheesh.”

“You can say that again.” You set your phone down, grabbing at your bellini, and relaxing against the patio chair, trying to soak up the sunshine in an effort to calm yourself.

“Well? What did he say?” your cousin presses.

“He said his entire week is free if I want to meet up.”

“And what did you say?” 

“Nothing.” You tip your head back, letting out a contented breath. “He had two chances, I’m not about to give him a third.”

“Summer is almost over,” Jeonghan points out. “I know you wanted to find some hot dude with a motorcycle and ride off into the sunset. You’re getting low on time.”

“Honestly, Hannie? This Jeon guy is not worth it.”

One

After a long winter, it’s finally getting warm enough that you can open your apartment windows and enjoy the fresh air. Trees are beginning to blossom, birds are singing songs that act as white noise while you sit at your dining table completing the last few emails for your remote job.

As you’re finishing up your very last correspondence of the day, new noises join in with the robbins and wrens. These noises, however, are nowhere near as pleasant.

There’s a banging outside your door, a few thumps, and a distinctly male voice cursing. 

Living in a fairly quiet apartment complex, these sorts of sounds aren’t something you’re used to, and they can only mean one thing; your landlord finally found new tenants for the two-bedroom next door that’s been vacant for over a month. 

With a sigh, you close your laptop, wrapping your sweater tightly around your body as you venture toward your door. You can’t help the curiosity bubbling inside of you, and after another deep breath, you decide to take a peak into the hallway beyond.

Two men are struggling to get a couch through the doorway into unit 317. You stay silent, watching the way one man’s biceps bulge with each maneuver. His hair is on the longer side, dark strands licking and curling at his throat, which is covered in a light sheen of sweat from the effort of moving. 

“Come on Cheol, we’re almost there,” he encourages the man holding up the other end of the sofa. 

“Fuck you, Mingyu,” the other says, stepping back into the apartment and out of your view.

You wait patiently, and after a minute or so, the pretty man moves into the hallway again, giving you a full view of his face. He lets out a deep breath, shaking out his muscular arms- that’s when his eyes meet yours, and you swear your heart skips a beat in your chest.

His mouth curves into a wide grin. “Hi! Sorry if we bugged you with the noise- that couch was not making moving easy.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him quickly. “You must be my new neighbours.” Your gaze shifts past him to the second man, who has appeared in the hallway too.

“Nah- I mean, I am, but this is Cheol, he’s just a friend,” the pretty man tries to explain, stopping in front of you. He wipes his hand along his jean leg, then holds it out to you, “I’m Mingyu.”

You allow him to shake your hand. Despite his attempt to wipe some of the sweat away, his palm is still a little clammy, although, you’re shocked to find that the physical contact isn’t unpleasant. 

You tell him your name, watching Cheol trudge past you to the elevator. “So if that guy isn’t your roommate, who is?”

“My buddy Wonwoo. He’s actually visiting family in Korea right now, won’t be moving in till the end of the month.”

“I see,” you nod. “Well, welcome to the building.” 

“Thanks,” Mingyu beams again. “If all our neighbours are as friendly as you, I think we’ll like it here.”

“If I’m being honest, we’re a quiet building, lots of us are kind of reclusive,” you try to explain, choosing your words carefully. 

You hear Cheol let out a chuckle as he waits for the elevator, and you wonder what he’s found so funny.

“Quiet,” Mingyu repeats, letting out a breath. “Noted. We’ll do our best not to be a disruption.”

You want to believe him, but something in his grin tells you not to. 

Two 

It’s been about a month and a half since Mingyu moved in. You’ve not seen him, or his roommate, although, you have heard them through your shared wall a few times. One of them - Wonwoo you’re guessing- is pretty into video games, because yelled lines like ‘I’m trying to revive you, dipshit!’ and ‘stop fucking dying so much then!’ have irritated you and interrupted your soft girl movie nights. 

From what you can tell, Mingyu’s elusive friend who was visiting Korea is now sharing his bedroom wall with you, and at two AM on a Tuesday night, your suspicion is confirmed. You wake to noises that aren’t gamer screams, they’re screams of pleasure. 

Muffled cries of “harder, daddy!” and “please!” have your skin tingling as you shift under your duvet, feeling suddenly very hot. 

As you lay there and listen to the sound of a headboard beginning to hit the wall, you try to decide if you’re annoyed, or horny. The tingling between your thighs, and the heat along your neck makes you think it might be a combination of both.

Part of you wants to bang your fist against the wall, but you’re much too shy to risk any sort of confrontation. Instead, you simply lay there, fighting the need to slip your hand down your sleeping shorts.

You figure the sex will be over soon, but five minutes stretches into fifteen. The woman’s cries have stopped, but the low thumping of a bedframe against the wall has only gotten more intense. 

You’re no stranger to kinky shit- you’re an avid reader of smut afterall, and being a voracious reader, your mind comes up with reasons why the girl may have stopped begging. Had Wonwoo put something in her mouth to shut her up? Panties perhapse? Or had he flipped her into doggy position, pressing a hand to the back of her head to force her face against the pillows?

If Mingyu had been hot, his best friend must be sexy too- guys like that travel in packs, and Cheol hadn’t been bad on the eyes either. You imagine a faceless man, muscled and gorgeous, railing some girl not four feet away from you, with only a wall keeping you from seeing the perverse act. You feel dirty, like a voyeur, and you’re equal parts relieved and saddened when the noise finally stops. 

You sit in silence, listening to your own heavy breaths for a few minutes, wondering if the sounds will pick up again.

They don’t, and soon, you’re drifting off into a lusty sleep.

Three 

You’ve been awoken to the sounds of sex three times now. The idea of approaching the property manager to file a noise complaint has been on your mind, but you can’t find it within yourself to make waves.

Due to all of this, when you finally bump into Mingyu in the building’s shared laundry room, you see it as the perfect chance to quietly resolve the issue without causing trouble. 

He’s dressed in gym shorts and a black muscle shirt that shows off his expansive shoulders as he moves wet clothes into the dryer. Standing in the doorway of the laundry room, you’re once again struck by how beautiful your new neighbour is.

With a deep breath to find courage, you appraoch him, going for the washing machine next to his. “Hi,” you greet him.

“Oh, hey neighbour,” Mingyu grins, pausing what he’s doing to look you up and down.

You’re hyper aware of the sleeping shorts that hardly cover your legs, and the sweater you’d tossed on does little to hide the fact that you’re currently braless. Even so, if you don’t bring up the noises now, you’re not sure when you’ll get another chance.

“Hey, do you uh…” your words come out quiet, and you try to raise your voice a little, wanting to sound confident, “do you think you could ask your roommate and his girlfriend to keep it down?” 

“Huh?” Mingyu’s brows furrow in confusion.

“The person whose room is next to mine,” you try to explain. “They’ve been kind of loud with uh… a girl, recently.”

“Oh!” You can practically see the lighbulb go off in Mingyu’s eyes. “Sorry, you said girlfriend, and that part stumped me. The last time was about a week ago, yeah?”

“Something like that.”

“Don’t worry, I already talked to him a few days ago. Told him to get his fuck buddies to keep it down- they’re annoying, huh? I thought I was the only one losing sleep over it.”

“Definitely not the only one,” you let out a small laugh. “If I’m being honest, I was considering talking to the property manager about it, but I don’t like to cause issues, so I’m glad we’re on the same page about this.”

“We’re for sure on the same page,” Mingyu assures you. “Thanks for not talking to the manager about this- hey, listen, what if I give you my number, and if it happens again, you just have to text me and I’ll go bang on his door or something?”

“I’d appreciate that,” you grin, watching him pull out his phone so he can grab your digits. “Honestly, I work from home, and for the most part, you guys have been pretty great neighbours.”

“Ooh, one of those post covid remote jobs,” Mingyu nods in understanding. “I mean, I’m out during the days usually, I work at a tattoo shop across town, and Wonwoo sleeps most of the time so he can be awake for his evening bar job.”

“That actually kind of makes sense,” you admit. “I never see you guys around.” 

“Well…” Mingyu leans against the dryer, flashing you a boyish grin. “We could change that. You could come over sometime.”

Your heart leaps into your throat. From his body language, and the suggestion, you’re pretty sure this gorgeous man is flirting with you. “I, uh…” you swallow thickly, “maybe.” 

“Well, I have your number, and now…” Mingyu types something into his phone and a moment later yours dings, “you have mine. So if you want to take me up on that offer, just shoot me a text.” 

“Okay.” The words comes out kind of shaky, and you internally smack yourself for becoming so shy from this pretty man hitting on you.

With a wink, Mingyu leaves the laundry room, and your thoughts are scattered for the rest of the day.

Four 

It’s been too long since you’ve seen all your friends from highschool. Soonyoung, Seokmin and Seungkwan are three of the rowdiest guys you know. They love doing bar crawls with you whenever they’re all in town and can find the time. 

Seungkwan lives in another city these days, studying law at a prestigious university. Soonyoung travels the country with dance troup. And Seokmin spends hours every day at the theater practicing for new performances and productions.

They’ve taken you to a bar you’ve never been to, and you’re enjoying the booth style seating. Millennial and old classics are playing through the speakers, and every time a good song comes on, the three men start singing, whether it be Cher, or Britney, or even Kesha. 

You’re a few drinks deep, but they’re even deeper, and it’s gotten to the part of the evening where they want to hear everything about your love life. 

“Okay, book girlie,” Soonyoung slurs, throwing his arm around your shoulders, “spill the beans. Who you fucking?”

You laugh, pushing at his cheek to get his face away from yours. He wreaks of tequila and the Gucci cologne he practically drowns himself in every night before going out. It’s not the most pleasant combination.

“I’m single,” you insist.

“We all know you always have your eye on someone,” Seungkwan insists, leaning over the table to point his finger at you. “Tell us.”

“Okay, maybe there is someone I’m interested in,” you admit.

All three men let out delighted squeals and laughs. “We knew it!” Seokmin exclaims.

“The issue is, he’s my neighbour, and dating in your apartment building can get messy,” you explain. 

“We love messy,” Soonyoung insists. 

“You love messy,” you correct.

“So who’s this hot neighbour?” Seungkwan asks, wanting to dive into the gossip.

“His name is Mingyu.” You let out a sigh. “He’s tall, and handsome, and his arms-”

“Does he have a motorcycle?” Soonyoung interrupts you. “We know you love men with bikes.”

“I don’t think so,” you shake your head. “But it doesn’t matter. My motorcycle phase was last summer.”

“Baby,” Seungwan frowns dramatically, “Honey, sweetheart- You’re a booktok girl. We all know kinky little sluts like you need their bikertok boy to make their fantasies come true.”

You hate it when Seungkwan reads you to filth like this, and you hate it even more that he’s so right. You’ll always have a soft spot for men on motorcycles- or is it a wet spot?

“Anyways, Mingyu is cute, he gave me his number and invited me over-”

“Bitch, go fuck him!” Soonyoung bellows a little too loudly, and you immediately slap a hand over his mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard him.

That’s when your eyes land on a man behind the bar. His curly dark hair is cute, but when you study his regally handsome face, you realize you recougnize him.

“Fuck,” you whisper, immediately lifting your drink to hide behind it.

“What?” Seungkwan turns in his seat. “The bartender?”

“Babes, he’s been checking you out all night,” Soonyoung grins, cuddling closer to you.

It’s only Seokmin who studies you and asks, “Do you know him?”

“The bartender?” Seungkwan scoffs, as if it’s a stupid idea, although, when he turns to look at you again, his jaw drops. “Fuck, you do know him! Girl, spill!” 

“Do you guys remember that Harley dude from the summer? Jeon? The one I ghosted after he missed our first date then suggested a ride night with all his friends to make up for it?” you ask, lowering your voice and continuing to hide behind the glass in your hand.

“Shit, that’s the Harley dude?” Seokmin’s eyes widen in realization. 

“Fuck me, this is awkward,” you groan, taking a large sip from your drink. “Can we get out of here?”

“Babes, we just ordered another round,” Seungkwan points out, lifting his full Gin and Tonic to show you. 

“Don’t be like this,” Soonyoung pouts. “Harley man is a bartender, so what? He can’t ruin our night. Maybe he doesn’t even recougnize you!”

“If he’s been staring, I bet you he does,” Seungkwan points out, taking a swig of his drink.

“Thanks, Seungkwan,” you say sarcastically, “that really makes me feel so much better.”

Your friend only grins, raising his glass. 

You do your best to be calm, but you can’t control the racing of your heart. Your gaze keeps shifting to Jeon, and then, the night takes a turn for the worse: Mingyu walks in, followed closely by Cheol, and some other guy you haven’t met.

The group walks right up to the bartop, and you note the way Mingyu grins at Jeon, holding out a hand so the two can do a slight hug over the counter before the three men take their seats. 

“Shit,” you whisper, downing your drink. 

“What?” Soonyoung also whispers, following your gaze.

“That’s my neighbour,” you explain. “This is not good.”

“Looks like they know each other,” Seungkwan points out.

“Again,” you sigh, “not helping. Fuck me, I need to go to the bathroom.”

You stand abruptly from the table, darting off to the space at the back of the bar. In the ladies room, you splash your hands with cold water, trying to chase away the fire that licks across your skin. Your heart is still thundering in your chest, and deep breaths don’t do anything to help. 

You feel like you’re caged in- like there’s no way out of this bar without running into Jeon and Mingyu. 

You’re not sure how long you stay in the washroom, trying to relax- you give your friends time to finish their drinks, and you’re hoping that when you exit, you can simply escape with them, using the three men as a human shield.

When you exit the bathroom, however, you run directly into Mingyu, who’s just coming out of the men’s room.

“Sorry-” he apologizes, only to look you up and down. “No way! Neighbour? Damn, I didn’t expect to see you here!”

“Oh, hi,” you say awkwardly, forcing a smile.

“How’s your night going?” You usually like Mingyu’s happy energy, but right now, it feels nearly overwhelming.

“Good, you?”

“My night’s going great- hey, listen, I want you to meet someone!” Mingyu grabs your hand, and before you can stop him, your large neighbour is dragging you back out into the bar. 

As he tugs you closer and closer to Jeon, pieces begin to click in your head, and when you reach the bartop, you’re not even surprised when Mingyu says, “This is Wonwoo, my roommate!” He had mentioned Wonwoo worked at a bar, after all. 

“Hi,” you say awkwardly, forcing get another smile.

Jeon - or Wonwoo - looks you up and down. God, he’s even more handsome than his Tinder pictures had made him out to be. But fuck, you’ve heard him fucking other girls through your bedroom wall over three times- and you’d ghosted him-

“Hi,” Wonwoo echoes, his voice all deep and sexy in the loud noise of the bar.

You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you. 

“Wonwoo, this is our neighbour, you know, the one I mentioned.” There’s an insinuation in Mingyu’s tone, and the fact that he’d talked about you to Wonwoo has your stomach erupting into erratic butterflies that threaten to catch in your throat.

“Right.” Wonwoo’s tone is so unimpressed, and you’d bet your life the man is holding a grudge over the whole ghosting thing.

“Wait, Y/N, you should join us for a drink!” Mingyu suggests.

“Actually, I’m here with friends, I should really get back to them,” you say awkwardly, tugging your hand away from Mingyu’s grip. “Thanks for the offer though.”

“Right, yeah, okay.” God, Mingyu looks like a kicked puppy, but then he flashes you a smile and your heart melts. “Listen, text me, just to let me know when you get home safe.”

“You got it,” you agree quickly, giving him a tight lipped grin before you nearly stumble over yourself to get back to your table. “Guys, we have to leave, now.” 

“What happened?” Seokmin asks, clearly concerned while Seungkwan sighs and pulls out a wad of cash.

“They do know each other,” Soonyoung blurts out.

“Turns out Harley Jeon isn’t just Harley Jeon, he’s also Wonwoo, Mingyu’s roommate,” you quickly explain, grabbing your jacket to wrap around your body.

Soonyoung’s eyes light up in realization. “And they were roommates,” he whispers.

“And I ghosted one of them!” you whisper yell back. “The same one who I’ve heard fucking multiple girls through my wall over three times!”

Seungkwan lets out a chuckle. “Girl. You’re fucked.” 

Five 

Jeonghan lets out a deep sigh. “You know, when Seokmin texted me to come check on you for some Grade-A Tea, I never expected any of this.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes. “I know I’m in deep shit.”

“Nah, you’re good,” your cousin assures you, standing and stretching. “You’ll figure it out.”

“I wish I had the confidence in myself that you have in me,” you breathe, also rising to your feet. Jeonghan’s been over for a while now, and after giving him all the gossip, you feel like you could use some time to yourself. 

“You’ll get there,” your cousin assures you, heading toward your front door so he can slip into his shoes. “Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thanks for coming to see me.”

“Of course,” Jeonghan opens your front door, stepping into the hallway before pulling you into a hug. “If I didn’t have a board meeting tomorrow, you know I’d stay longer.”

“I know. But I’m good,” you assure him. “I think I’ll sleep early tonight. This week has been a lot.”

“Sounds like it,” he nods, releasing you in favor of heading over to the elevator. Before he can press the button, however, the elevator dings, the doors opening. Wonwoo steps out. He stops infront of Jeonghan, giving him a once over before his eyes shift to you, still standing by the doorway to your unit.

Then, to your annoyance, Wonwoo grins, shaking his head and brushing past your cousin.

Jeonghan gets into the elevator, the doors closing, and as Wonwoo walks past you, you can’t help but make waves. “What?”

“I never said anything.” Wonwoo stops in front of you, hands nonchalantly tucked in the leather pockets of his jacket.

“You gave me a look,” you insist. 

He shrugs. “It’s just gonna break Gyu’s heart to know you already have a man in your life, that’s all.”

You roll your eyes. “That was my cousin.”

“Sure it was.”

“It was!” You can’t help the way your voice is raising.

“And the guys at the bar?”

“Friends!” 

“Right.” 

He turns to leave, and you swallow thickly, mind reeling for a comeback.

“I just don’t see how you can be making assumptions about me,” you state.

Wonwoo stops, gaze finding you again. “What do you mean?”

“Just that.. I mean… I’ve heard you fucking girls, mister Jeon, if that’s even your real name!” 

He actually grins at your words, eye brows raising in surprise. “Girl, actually, singular. It was one girl. A recent hookup. She’s not into gags like the others, they’re generally pretty quiet for you, aren’t they?” 

You’re so shocked by what he’s just said that you physically take a step back, jaw dropping.

“Oh, and by the way,” Wonwoo heads to his door, reaching into his jacket for his keys. “Mister Jeon is what people call my father, I’m sure you know that I prefer to be called Daddy.” 

He unlocks his apartment, flashing you a wink before he heads inside. You stand in your doorway for a solid ten seconds, processing his words before you go back to your room to scream into a pillow.

Six

After the events of the week, and work on top of that, a nap the moment you're done sending the last emails of the day is exactly what you need.

Birds are singing outside, your window ajar. The warming air carries the scent of blossoming buds, and you relax against your pillow, enjoying the feeling of your duvet against your skin.

You’re just drifting off when a loud engine jolts you back into consciousness. You flop onto your back, staring at the ceiling. 

You’ve been a motorcycle fan for long enough to know the sound of one when you hear it, and as the revving continues, you’d bet your right hand that some jackass is doing burnouts in the alley outside.

It’s probably some enthusiastic douchebag who has finally brought their motorcycle out of the garage after a long winter-

Actually, wait. You know an asshole with a motorcycle. An asshole with a Harley to be exact. 

Fucking Jeon Wonwoo. 

God, you hate that man.

Grabbing your pillow, you burry your head under it, wishing for the sounds to stop. 

Surprisingly, soon enough, you hear the motorcycle take off, with two more engines revving up to follow. 

Your apartment complex used to be so nice and peaceful.

It used to be.

Seven

After your nap had been interrupted, you’d trudged around for a while. It’s the evening now, and you have no energy to cook, so you’ve ordered takeout. When you head down to the lobby to  grab your food, you bump into Mingyu.

“Look at us, always running into each other,” he grins, watching you step by him to bend down and pick up your takeout.

“Seems like a common theme,” you agree, letting out a sigh.

“You good, neighbour? You look tired.”

“You want the truth?” you ask, straightening to look at him.

“Always.” He holds the door open for you to come back into the apartment complex. 

As you head to the elevator, you choose your words carefully, after all, you’re pretty sure Wonwoo was culprit behind the motorcycle incident two hours ago. “I just… I was trying to have a nap after work, been tired lately, and some guy was revving his motorcycle outside my window. He woke me up and I was too irritated to go back to sleep.”

As you enter the elevator, you notice Mingyu’s skin turning pink, and his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly. “Actually… uh… I, uh…” He rubs the back of his neck. “I have a Harley, but uh, I got a new sportsbike, and that was me doing burnouts to test it out a little.”

Your heart lurches into your throat, your jaw dropping. When it comes to your neighbours in 317, you always find yourself conflicted. You’re annoyed at him, but at the same time, the fact that he also has a motorcycle makes this ten out of ten man even ten times hotter-

“Oh,” you look down at your takeout. 

“I’m really sorry,” he apologizes quickly. “It won’t happen again- you won’t tell our building manager it was me right? Like, we’re good?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” you let out a breath. “I mean, technically quiet hours don’t start till ten pm, and this was like, five, so I guess it’s my own fault for trying to nap so early.”

“Not your fault,” he assures you. “You definitely look like you need some rest- if it helps, I promise no burnouts near the apartment.” Mingyu even crosses his heart, and your body relaxes, shoulders slumping as you crack a smile.

“Okay, that would be nice.”

The elevator dings as it reaches your floor, and the two of you exit together, closing the short distance to your door. 

“Your takeout smells good,” Mingyu notes. “Maybe you could put yourself in a food coma and pass out for a bit, I promise there will be no noise issues tonight.”

“That sounds nice, actually,” you admit.

“Also uh… you know, you still haven’t taken me up on that offer about coming over sometime.”

When you look over at Mingyu, you find him leaning against the hallway wall, staring down at you with soft puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah, I’ve been busy-” you search for an excuse. “Also, I mean, I don’t know if Wonwoo would be good with me coming over.”

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Mingyu shrugs, which is when you realize that Wonwoo must not have told Mingyu anything about your failed dates or the ghosting. 

“He just didn’t seem to like me very much when you introduced us,” you blurt out, grasping for straws.

“He always has a resting bitch face, don’t take it personally,” Mingyu assures you. “Seriously, come over sometime, we don’t bite.”

Mingyu might not, but you get the sneaking suspicion that Wonwoo does.

Eight

The reverse harem adult romance your reading had drawn you in when you’d first opened it, but as time goes by, your mind keeps wandering when you reach the sex scenes. 

Threesomes have you imagining Wonwoo and Mingyu, and try as you might, you can’t shake the image from your head.

It doesn’t help that they fit the character personalities, one puppylike lover, and one more stoic and dominant. You can’t help but wonder what the two would be like in bed, and with a groan of frustration, you slot your bookmark between the pages and set the novel down on the bed next to you.

As you sit there, deep in thought, you think about what Mingyu had said about owning a Harley. 

That’s when you realize, last summer, when Wonwoo had suggested a Harley ride night as a date- if you had gone with him, would you have met Mingyu?

You decide that Mingyu definitely would have been there.

It’s interesting how the domino effect works- or maybe this is invisible string theory; the idea that, you can pass someone, or have missed chances, but one way or another, that person will always end up in your life.

What would have happened if you’d met Mingyu that way? 

What would have happened if you’d met Wonwoo that way? 

At the moment, there’s no question as to which of the two neighbours you prefer. Mingyu is happy and welcoming, he always has a smile, and you could see yourself having a great relationship with him- if things were to take a turn that way.

But on the flip side, Wonwoo is more similar to the type you’ve dated in the past.

If one neighbour is a Doberman, then the other is a Golden Retriever. They’re like night and day, and yet, you’re drawn to both, as if some gravitational or celestial power is pulling you to them… it also helps that they both have motorcycles. 

How had it been so easy to ghost Wonwoo in the past, only to find yourself at a crossroads with his roommate seven months later?

Nine

You’re outside your apartment waiting for an Uber when two familiar men on motorcycles pull up in front of you. 

Wonwoo’s on his Harley. It’s all black, and although you’re not very well verses with motorcycle types, you’re pretty sure it’s a Fat Boy or a Street Bob- but as you stare at the wheels, you begin to lean toward Street Bob. 

Mingyu, in contrast, is on a red Kawasaki Ninja, which is evident by the name on the side. He lifts up his visor when he comes to a stop two feet away. “Hey, neighbour,” he greets you. “Waiting for someone?”

“An Uber is picking me up.”

“An Uber?” Mingyu looks around. “Where are you headed?”

“A family thing. We’re going to be drinking so I figured I shouldn’t drive,” you explain.

“Good idea,” he nods, then, without skipping a beat, he asks, “Wanna ride?”

You gaze shifts from Mingyu to Wonwoo, and you can practically see the Harley rider roll his eyes. With an aggressive rev of his engine, Wonwoo bolts off, leaving you and Mingyu in his dust.

“Uh, don’t you two have plans?” you ask.

“We did, but we were just going for a ride. I can take you where you need to be and meet him later,” Mingyu shrugs. “Seriously, don’t mind him.”

You’ve been on a motorcycle once before, and you know enough to understand that the short romper and light spring jacket you’re wearing is not enough to protect you on the back of a bike. And that’s the least of your worries. “I don’t have a helmet-”

Mingyu begins to undo his, and you watch in shock as he pulls it off, shaking out his hair and offering you the red head gear. “Take mine.”

“Isn’t it illegal to ride without one?”

“We’ll be fast- but not dangerous, I’ll be good, I promise. Where are we going?”

With a deep breath, you pull up your Aunt’s house on your phone’s map app, showing it to Mingyu. 

“I can get you there in ten minutes, easy,” he says. 

“This is not a good idea,” you warn, although you accept the helmet. 

“Cancel your Uber,” Mingyu urges softly. “Let me do this for you.”

With one last sigh, you cancel your ride, then, you allow Mingyu to help you onto the back of his bike. 

“Have you ever been on one of these before?” he asks.

“Once,” you admit, adjusting the helmet on your head before you tentatively wrap your arms around Mingyu’s large body. 

“Just hold on tight.”

“Take care of me,” you retort.

Mingyu grins. “Always.”

A moment later, he’s revving his engine, and the two of you take off on his bike, your clothes whipping around and contorting flat to the curves of your form.

You hold Mingyu tighter, and he takes one hand off his handlebars to rest it over yours for a second, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

When he pulls onto the main road, Mingyu is true to his word about not being dangerous. He doesn’t lane split or push the bike too hard. When you come up to traffic, he waits patiently, resting his elbow on your knee as if this is something the two of you have done together a hundred times before.

You become so lost in how attracted you are to Mingyu- how you have to hug him tight when he accelerates, that the trip is over before you know it. He pulls up to your aunts house, turning to offer you a hand so you can get off the Ninja. 

Your legs feel wobbly as you step on solid ground, and Mingyu helps you with the chin clasp of the helmet, removing it easily. 

“Thanks for being my backpack,” he smiles.

“Thanks for giving me a ride,” you grin back.

“If you want, you can text me when you’re done, and I’ll get you home safe. I’ll even bring a spare helmet this time, and maybe a proper riding jacket for you.”

“That would be really nice actually.”

“You got it, angel,” Mingyu flashes you a wink before he pulls the helmet onto his head. You move to the sidewalk, standing there to watch him as he gives you one last nod and takes off, the engine loud enough to be heard even as he makes it two blocks away in record time.

A low whistle startles you, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing in the driveway. “Damn, that dude was hot.”

“That’s my neighbour,” you sigh.

“Which one?”

“The good one!”

“You should take him up on that offer of hanging out,” Jeonghan suggests.

“And you should keep your nose out of my love life.”

Your cousin simply laughs. “Never going to happen.”

Ten

The jacket Mingyu brings for you when he picks you up from your family gathering is long enough to be a dress. You struggle with the thick material as you try to get on his bike, and you can see Mingyu grinning from the opening in his full face helmet.

“That’s it,” he encourages you, allowing you to settle behind him.

You pat his thigh when you’re good to go, and the two of you slot down your visors before he takes off.

It’s the late evening now, and being on his bike feels different in the dark. The city lights whip past you, and the lanes are pretty empty for Mingyu to go faster. Now that you’re both in full protective gear, there’s not as much of a need to be safe, although, as you hold tightly to your neighbour, you realize this might be as safe as you’ve ever felt.

You trust Mingyu, in a way that you can’t quite explain. 

As it was before, it’s easy to get lost in the act of being on Mingyu’s motorcycle, and before you know it, he’s pulling into your apartment complex’s underground garage. 

You hate that the ride has ended so quickly, and you hate it even more that you have to let go of Mingyu’s large, warm body. You stand next to the motorcycle while he gets off of it, and you wait patiently for him to take off his helmet before he helps you with your own.

“Do you have plans for the rest of the night?” Mingyu asks while the two of you walk toward the elevator.

“Not really,” you admit. In fact, you’re feeling a little tired. You hadn’t drank as much at the family dinner as you thought you would, and sleep sounds pretty good right about now.

“Do you wanna come see my place?”

“I really shouldn’t-”

“If you’re worried about Wonwoo, he went to work before I came to pick you up,”  Mingyu tells you. “Come on, just one drink or something. Don’t you wanna compare your one bedroom to my two bedroom?”

You are curious to see what sort of decorations these two men have- they’re mid to late twenties at best, and you love to laugh. 

“Fine, one drink,” you let out a breath as you enter the elevator, turning to look up at Mingyu. “Why do you care so much if I come over? Like, honestly?”

Mingyu meets your gaze, fiddling with the helmet in his hand. “I guess maybe… because I like you.” He shrugs. “You’re a good neighbour, and an even better backpack. You look cute in my jacket- why wouldn’t I want to get to know you better?”

“That’s a good answer,” you admit with a laugh.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he grins. 

When the two of you exit the elevator, you follow Mingyu past your apartment to his own door. You watch the way he pulls out his keys, fumbling a little to get into his place. He lets you enter first, and you step into the foreign home with a curious gaze.

You slip out of your shoes, undoing his jacket around your shoulders as you wander further into the apartment. The two men are cleaner than you would have expected. The furniture is minimalist, and mostly cream coloured- which isn’t a shade you would have thought would match the motorcycle riding, black wearing men. You wonder how the couch in the den is so well kept- there’s not a hint of stains on the nicely textured cover, no beer or food-

There’s no dirty dishes in the sink, no miscellaneous bowl of car keys and other shit that guys always tend to carry in their pockets.

In fact, this place almost looks like a ‘girl sanctuary,’ the type of pintrest board apartment inspo you’d find online. 

“What do you think?” Mingyu asks, coming up behind you and helping you take off his jacket.

“It’s really nice,” you say honestly. “Not what I expected.”

“I’m a bit of a neat freak,” he admits with a chuckle.

So he’s big, muscled, kind, rides a motorcycle, and he knows how to do housewife cleaning duties? How did you ever manage to score a jackpot like him for a neighbour? 

“Anyways, take a seat on the couch, I’ll grab some beer. You drink beer, right?”

“Sure.” You move to settle into the sofa, and Mingyu brings over two cans of lager from the fridge, cracking one open before he hands it to you. 

“Cheers,” he grins, gently clinking his can against your own. 

You take a sip, focusing on the way Mingyu sits on the other end of the couch, angling his body toward you. “So… you mentioned you work at a tattoo parlour? How did you get into that?”

“I’ve always been into art,” he explains. “My buddy Cheol was more into tattoos with me, opened up his own shop and encouraged me to apprentice with him after I graduated from uni with my arts degree. I wish there was more to it, but I really just got kind of lucky.”

The list of his good qualities just keeps getting better and better- a university educated man? Yes please.

“I guess, maybe what I’m wondering is why you don’t have any tattoos yourself?” you ask, looking at the beautiful unblemished skin shown off by his muscle shirt.

Mingyu laughs, also gazing down at his arms. “Would you judge me if I told you I’m scared of needles.”

“That’s cute,” you grin, sipping your beer. 

“You’re cute,” he retorts, mirroring your motion and trying to hide his smile behind the can in his hand. “Anyways, you said you’d been on a motorcycle before?”

“Yeah, just once.”

“Tell me about it?”

“There’s nothing much to say,” you admit. “Went on a date with a guy, he mentioned he had a sports bike, offered to take me for a ride, so I said yes.”

“So…” Mingyu taps his fingers along his beer can, “you like guys with bikes?”

You let out a laugh. “Maybe.” 

“I’m feeling better and better about my odds,” Mingyu smiles. 

“Your odds are very good,” you tell him. Now it’s your turn to drink in an effort to hide the massive grin on your face.

“Yeah? I was a little worried, I mean, I gave you my number and you didn’t text- took a little bit of convincing to get you on my bike, to get you into the apartment- I hope I didn’t overstep anything there.”

“No, you’re fine,” you assure him. “I can just… be a bit shy sometimes.”

“It’s cute though.”

Your skin heats at the compliment, heart thundering in your rib cage. “What about you? I’m into bikes, are you into cute girls?”

“A hundred percent,” he nods. “They’re my favourite kind.”

“Do you have any experience dating neighbours?”

“No, but I’d like that to change.”

“Do you think being neighbours could complicate things?” you enquire.

“I mean… if I didn’t see you as girlfriend material, then yeah, I’d never turn a neighbour into a hookup, but then again, I’m not huge into hookups to begin with,” Mingyu explains.

“You know… I’m trying to find even one red flag about you, and I’m seriously coming up empty.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

You smile, looking down at your nearly finished beer. “I guess not.”

“How about you? Any red flags?” he asks. 

Aside from the downright pornographic books you read on the daily? “Probably not.”

“Probably not, huh?” Mingyu chuckles. “Maybe I should be the one keeping a look out for red, but then again, with rose tinted glasses, red wouldn’t stand out that much to me anyways.” 

You’d not expected your night to turn out like this. You’d figured it would be a nice family dinner, some drinking, then an Uber home and sleep. Instead, you’ve been on Mingyu’s bike twice, worn his jacket, his helmet- and now you’re here in his house, with your hot neighbour flirting with you in the most wholesome way-

In your tired state, you’re feeling a little overwhelmed. Your shyness is taking over- the fear of the unknown, of making a misstep, clouding your enjoyment of the peaceful space Mingyu has created in his apartment.

“Listen, don’t take this the wrong way,” you sigh, finishing your beer, “But I’m really tired-”

“Yeah, no worries, I said just one beer and it looks like you’re done,” Mingyu is quick to down the rest of his, reaching out to take your can so he can move to the kitchen. He places the empties under his sink, and you follow, keeping your distance.

“Thank you for this though. I know we didn’t talk for that long, but I feel like I know you better,” you admit. 

“I’ve still got a lot of questions for you,” he grins. “But I’ll save those for another time. I’m not about to get in the way of a girl and her beauty sleep.”

“I appreciate that.” The two of you head to his door, and you slip your shoes on.

“Can I give you a goodbye hug or something?” Mingyu suggests. “It would feel weird letting you leave without one.”

You nod, allowing Mingyu to pull you close to his chest. He’s so tall, your cheek pressed tight to his well defined pecs- and fuck, he smells good. This isn’t the overpowering Gucci type cologne that Soonyoung wears, it’s a more muted, spicy yet clean scent. It’s the type of scent that encourages you to take a deep breath, your body relaxing as your neighbour hugs you.

“Thanks for coming over,” Mingyu whispers.

When you go to pull away, you find yourself tilting your head to look up at him. Your eyes meet, and it feels as if you’re hanging in a moment frozen in time. Your breath catches when his gaze dips down to your mouth, and you know what’s coming next.

His hand cups your cheek, stroking your skin, and he gives you ample opportunity to pull away, but you don’t. You simply stare into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, waiting for him to make the move that you know is going to capture your heart completely.

When his lips finally touch yours, that sense of relief washes over you again. You shift in his embrace, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. Mingyu lets out a soft sigh of contentment, parting his mouth ever so slightly so he can lick at your lower lip.

You mirror the motion, your tongues gently clashing. 

You’ve met some guys who try to force their way into your mouth, who try to dominate you- but Mingyu isn’t like that. He’s soft and fluid, reacting to your movements moreso than anything else. His hands slip down to your hips, holding you close while you kiss each other.

No first kiss has ever felt this natural, and like with riding the bike, it becomes so easy to get lost in your neighbour.

When you finally break away, you’re both breathing heavily. You can taste the beer on your lips, and it makes you release a small laugh, giddy joy surging through your entire body.

“That was…” Mingyu swallows thickly, “wow.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “Wow.” 

Eleven

It’s been two weeks since you started getting to know Mingyu better. You’ve gone on motorcycle dates, stopped at food trucks while enjoying the sunshine of spring, and when Wonwoo’s not around, Mingyu has invited you over for movie nights.

While there’s been lots of kissing, and a growing desire for more, the two of you haven’t gone much farther than second base. You kind of like taking things slow with Mingyu, he’s very good at not applying any pressure, and you adore that about him.

You’re hanging out in your apartment when Mingyu calls you, asking if you have any garlic he can borrow for his meal plan. Part of you thinks it’s a little late for dinner, but you agree anyways. 

Sometimes you think he comes up with this sort of thing just to see you, stealing kisses at your door- but this time, when he comes over to grab ingredients, he doesn’t simply wait in the hallway.

“Can I come in?” he asks, peering at your apartment beyond.

“Come in?” you repeat.

“Yeah, I mean, you’ve seen my place, and I haven’t really gotten to see yours yet.” He sounds nonchalant, but you can tell that your personal space - the way you conduct yourself in your own home - is something that makes him curious.

“Okay.” You step away from the door. “Come on in.”

Mingyu bends down to kiss you as he steps over the threshold, and you grin against his lips, enjoying the way his hands softly grab your waist. 

“I’m guessing you didn’t really need garlic, did you?” you tease.

“Nope, I ate dinner after work.” Mingyu takes his shoes off while you close the door behind him, and he looks around your apartment. “It’s nice in here.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want to give me a tour?” he asks.

You let out a giggle. “Okay.” 

You’ve never given a formal tour of your apartment before, but you do your best, showing him through the kitchen and the small living room area. You’ve got certain knick knacks that are special to you, and you explain them to Mingyu while he listens with a smile.

Finally, you make it to your bedroom. Before you can even open your mouth to say anything, Mingyu’s arms are wrapping around you, his chest pressed to your back, lips on your throat.

He already knows your sweet spots, and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your head to make things easier for him.

“Gyu…”

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispers in your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe.

“No.”

You hadn’t expected this tonight, but you’re at a point now where you don’t want to wait. Mingyu isn’t the type to use you and leave you. He’s made his intentions clear, and the sexual chemistry between the two of you is undeniable. 

You find yourself turning in Mingyu’s embrace, cupping his cheek so you can draw his lips to yours. He lets out an immediate groan of satisfaction, and it goes straight to your core, which flutters with delight. You kiss him deeply, pouring all your wants and desires into the meeting of your mouths.

Then your hands find the bottom of his shirt, and before you know it, you’re stripping the fabric from Mingyu’s body and tracing your hands over the muscles you love so much.

His body jolts when you tease your nails across his lower abdomen, and it prompts Mingyu to reach down, cupping your ass and easily lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his hips, tongues clashing in a lusty battle as he carries you to your bed.

Your hands trace along his strong shoulders as he lays you onto the mattress, looking down at you with blown pupils. He’s breathing heavily already, and you can see the bulge of his cock through his jeans. 

You’ve grinded against him before, sitting on his lap on his couch while he rubs your tits through your comfortable evening sweaters, so you know how big Mingyu is, but knowing he’s about to be inside of you makes your heart race in an entirely different way.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Mingyu asks again, straightening to look down at you.

“Uh huh,” you sit up, meeting his gaze. Then you reach out, undoing his buckle while keeping steady eye contact. 

“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, chest heaving with each breath. “You don’t have to-”

“Don’t have to what?” you tease, moving onto the zipper, which you tug down roughly.

“Don’t have to-” he swallows thickly. “I want to make you feel good.” 

“What if you do that after?” you suggest. “I want to make you feel good first.” 

“Fuck, Angel, okay.” 

“Yeah?” You raise a brow at him, hooking your fingers in his jeans and briefs.

“Yeah,” he nods quickly. “Do whatever you want- whatever you want.”

You tug his pants down, allowing them to bag at his knees. You’re already much too focused on the cock in front of you to care about getting him fully undressed.

Your eyes take in Mingyu’s rock hard length. You’re not great with measurements, but you swear he must be seven or eight inches. He’s got a pretty mushroom tip, all flushed and pink. There’s a prominent vein running along the underside of him, and it makes your mouth water.

You haven’t sucked cock in a while, but you’d read a very good erotica about it last night, and you know exactly what to do. 

Grabbing the base of him, you angle Mingyu’s cock slightly upward, running your tongue along the vein.

“Shit,” Mingyu groans, hands flying to your head. He doesn’t apply any pressure, simply strokes you as you take the tip past your lips, suckling on it and twirling your tongue. “You’re- fuck, you’re good at this.”

You let out a happy hum, and the vibration makes him twitch, pushing him further into your mouth. 

Your eyes are closed now, and you allow yourself to enjoy the act of pleasuring Mingyu. After being so patient with you over the past few weeks, he deserves it. The sounds he’s letting out are more than enough encouragement for you, and soon, your drool begins to drip down to your fingers, making it easier for you to pump his neglected shaft.

There’s no way in Hell you’ll ever be able to fit all of him in your mouth, but unless he’s used to dating women schooled in oral aerobics or some shit, you doubt any of his past lovers have ever achieved that feat either.

Instead, you focus most of your attention on the tip, knowing that the head of his cock is where he’s got a lot of his nerve endings. 

Your tongue dips along his slit, tasting the salty precum. Mingyu moans loudly above you, fingers threading through your hair.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum too fast,” he warns you.

Part of you wants him to cum, so you go even harder- only for Mingyu to gently pull you off of him.

You blink up at the gorgeous man, pleased to find that he’s flushed. His chest, shoulders, neck and cheeks are all a pretty pink colour, and he’s panting heavily. “Seriously, Angel, I don’t want to cum yet.”

“What if I want you to cum?”

“I’m not making you swallow the first time we sleep together,” Mingyu states, and you can tell that it’s a hard boundary. “And I’m not cumming on you either- I think…” he licks his lips, “I think it’s my turn to make you feel good now.” 

“Yeah?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

Then Mingyu leans down over you, grabbing your shirt and tugging it off. Your pants are discarded next, left on the floor next to his own while he adjusts you on your bed.

He’s left your bra and panties on, and when his lips find yours again, you kind of appreciate that he’s intent on more foreplay.

Your core is aching through the cotton fabric, and your nipples are pressing up toward the cups still confining them. It’s driving you crazy as he kisses you deeply, but then one of his hands reaches up to massage you through your bra, and you let out a sinful whine.

“Take it off,” you whimper, “please.”

Mingyu’s mouth moves from your lips to your throat, and he reaches under you, undoing the clasp. He gently pulls the bra from your form, and his kisses finally make it to your breasts. 

His soft hair is teasing your skin with each kiss, but when his lips wrap around your sensitive nipple, you can’t even find it within yourself to care about the slight ticklish sensation. Mingyu’s got your full attention now, his teeth gently dragging across the hardened bud, making you cry out even louder.

You grab at his broad shoulders, holding onto him for dear life, wriggling under his large form. 

His cock is pressing between your legs, rubbing against your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties.

“Fuck, Gyu-” you whimper. “I want you so bad.”

He groans in response, moving to your other breast to pay it as much attention as he had the first. Your neighbour takes his time, and you enjoy every second of it, although you’re absolutely desperate for more.

You want him to take the lead, as you lean more toward a submissive temperament in bed, despite the ballsy way you’d approach sucking his cock for the first time.

You wonder if he’s aching the way you are- if he’s throbbing with need for you the way your pussy is already trying to clench around nothing, anticipating the cock that’s going to split you open in a way that no man ever has before. 

Unable to help yourself anymore, you reach down between your bodies, grabbing his length and pumping him gently. Mingyu groans against your breasts, giving you one last lick before he brings his mouth up to your own again.

“Angel, fuck-” he practically whimpers, thrusting toward your hand. “You’re not ready yet.”

“I’m ready,” you try to assure him.

“Trust me,” Mingyu’s hand slips into your panties, two fingers teasing your core, “As wet as you are, you’re not ready for me.”

“Gyu-” You want to argue, but when he pushes two digits into your core, you realize he’s right. Because even with two fingers, you feel like he’s stretching your tight walls. 

You’re so wet that it makes it easy for Mingyu to begin finger fucking you, his mouth finding your throat so he can kiss your sweet spot desperately while you continue to stroke his cock. 

“Wanna make you cum once,” he groans, “before- fuck, before I take you.”

Your core throbs at his words, and it’s clear from the smile you feel against your skin that Mingyu can feel the way your body is reacting to him.

“Do you like when I talk dirty to you, Angel?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You nod, applying more pressure as you stroke him off.

“You’re already taking my fingers so well, who got you this wet?”

“You did, Gyu,” you whimper.

“Can you cum with just fingers? Or should I rub your sensitive little clit too?”

“My clit-”

His palm immediately finds the bud of nerves, and you let out a strangled gasp, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Fuck-” Your hand stops on his cock in favour of grabbing both of his shoulders.

“Like this?” he asks, applying a little more pressure that has you wiggling beneath him. 

“Yeah, just like that,” you groan, threading your fingers through his hair, guiding him to continue kissing your throat while he finger fucks you open.

“Have you wanted this as much as I have?”

“Even more,” you confess.

“Not possible,” he retorts, but by the squelching of your pussy, you’re pretty sure you have him beat. You don’t have the energy or the mental focus to fight him on this, so you simply give in to the pleasure he’s providing you. “So good for me.”

“Gyu-” you whimper, legs shaking as your orgasm builds much too fast in the pit of your stomach.

“Always so good for me,” he continues. “The best backpack. The best neighbour. The best girl-”

You cry out as your orgasm slams into you with no warning. Something about this brand of praise has made you feral, and your core throbs around Mingyu’s fingers as he works you through your high.

“Just like that,” he coos. “So good for me.”

You draw his lips to yours, kissing him breathlessly. He kisses you back, tongue invading your mouth and gently stroking your own.

You’re practically shaking by the time your orgasm is over, and Mingyu pulls his hand out of your panties. “I’m gonna take these off now,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your nose. “And grab a condom.”

“Actually…” You bite at your lip, meeting his gaze. “I’m on birth control.”

He pauses for a moment, and you can see the wheels practically turning in his head. “And… I mean, I know I’m clean-”

“I’m clean too,” you assure him. ‘It’s uh… it’s been a while for me, since I… well, you know.”

You can feel your skin heating at the admission of your near celibacy over the past few months. While you’ve imagined fucking all sorts of heros and villains in your books, the only thing that’s been inside you recently has been your six inch glittery pink dildo.

“And you uh… you want me to cum inside?” Mingyu clarifies.

“Please?”

Mingyu lets out a shaky breath, then he nods. “Okay, yeah, I can do that.”

He tugs your panties down your legs, and before you know it, the two of you are completely naked. Mingyu returns between your thighs, his arm muscles bulging as he holds himself over you, one hand grabbing the base of his cock so he can tease himself through your pussy lips.

“Can I convince you to let me eat you out first?”

“I need you,” you tell him, on the verge of crying if you don’t get your way.

“Another time, then.”

“Another time,” you agree with a laugh.

The tip of his cock teases by your clit and it makes your entire body jolt at the sensitivity.

“If it’s uh… if it’s too much,” Mingyu licks his lips, tearing his gaze from your core so he can look you in the eyes, “if it’s too much just let me know and I’ll stop.”

“Gyu, please, I’ll be okay-” you try to assure him, although, you’re not sure if you’re even certain with yourself on this one. There’s a possibility you might not even be able to walk tomorrow, but that’s a risk you’re more than willing to take.

He brings the tip of his cock down to your wet hole, gently pushing into you. The head alone is enough to have you moaning, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and throwing your head back against the pillows.

“Fuck-”

“Yeah,” his breath is hot against your chest, “I know, I’m sorry.”

It’s so endearing that the man is sorry his cock is so big.

“Don’t be sorry,” you let out a laugh, “I’ll just have to get used to you.”

“I like the sound of that,” Mingyu admits, pushing another inch past your wet walls. “Fuck, you have no idea how good you feel.”

“Just wait till you’re fully inside of me,” you whisper, closing your eyes and doing your best to relax your body so you can take him.

Mingyu lets out a groan, hips gently thrusting so he can coat his cock in your wet juices. Each movement has him burying deeper and deeper, earning sounds of pleasure from your lips. 

Your nails claw at his shoulders, but it’s clear that Mingyu is too focused on your pussy to even care or notice. 

“Almost there,” he tells you, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Nothing in the world has ever felt like Mingyu, and as his hips finally come flush to your own and he lets out a sigh of relief, you know that there’s no coming back from this. 

You both groan “Fuck” in unison, crashing your lips together a moment later as he begins to move. He starts off slow and gentle, his cock hitting spots so deep that you swear he’s rearranging your guts

You’ve spent years reading erotica, imagining what great sex would really look like, and now, you’re finally experiencing it for yourself.

You’ve never gone completely mind numb for someone before, but with Mingyu, you’re reduced to feral instinct. Sounds like the ones leaving your lips right now are not sounds that have ever come out of you before, and you swear you’ve never been this wet in your life.

Each thrust has Mingyu’s tip rubbing against a place that has you seeing stars, and as he picks up his pace, it’s the most you can do to keep kissing him even while wanting to scream with pleasure.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, and when Mingyu releases a grunt, bringing his mouth to your throat so he can gently bite at your skin, you realize he kind of likes the pain.

The thought has your pussy tingling with even more delight, and Mingyu groans loudly.

“So good,” he moans. “So fucking good.”

“Don’t stop, please, fuck- no one has ever fucked me like this before-”

From the way Mingyu fucks you even harder, it’s clear he also has a praise kink. It’s funny how often praise and pain go hand in hand in pleasure.

You’re thankful for all the books you’ve read about this sort of thing, because they allow you to read Mingyu in a way that you’ve never imagined being able to read someone. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and you adore it.

Mingyu lifts his thigh, angling himself better on the bed so each thrust can go as deep as possible. Your headboard is hitting the wall now, and part of you almost wishes Wonwoo was home so you could annoy him with the sound as much as he’s annoyed you with it.

But at the same time, you’re glad Wonwoo is probably at work. As interesting as being a vouyer is when you’re the one listening in, due to your interesting past with your Harley loving neighbour, you’re not sure how you’d feel about him being privy to this intimate moment you’re sharing with Mingyu.

It’s clear Mingyu is completely present with you. From the sounds escaping him, you know that he’s not thinking about anyone else listening in. His ability to be completely enraptured by you makes it easier for you to get lost in him again, and when you draw his lips to yours, your mind goes pleasantly blank once more.

You’re not sure how long he fucks you like this, but soon, his hand finds your clit again, and you realize he wants you to cum with him.

“Can you give me one more?” he asks, looking down at you with those eyes you’ve come to adore.

“Yeah,” you nod, already feeling the tightening of your abdominal muscles. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm, and it’s way too easy for him to get you there again, especially with the way his cock drags against your inner walls and sets your entire body on fire.

“Fuck, you’re getting so tight, Angel, holy shit-” Mingyu groans deeply, pressing his forehead against your own. Each panting breath, each whimpered moan and grunt that escapes Mingyu has you closer and closer to the edge.

He should seriously consider getting a job reading erotica for money, like on the Quinn app or something, because fuck, no man has ever sounded this sexy before. 

“Come on,” he encourages you, “I won’t be able to last, fuck- you’re gonna cum with me, right?”

“Yeah-”

“You’re close?”

“Yes-” You dig your nails into his shoulders, closing your eyes and focusing on the way he’s circling your clit. 

“Please, please, please,” he practically begs, bringing his lips to your ear. “Be a good girl and cum for me again, come on, Angel, cum on my cock.”

You explode around him, crying out. Your legs tighten around his hips, and Mingyu’s entire body shudders as he cums with you. You can feel your core throbbing around him, milking him of his cum as he fills you to your absolute limit.

You’re both gasping, holding each other like life lines while orgasms ravage your bodies. It’s Heaven, but from the way your muscles are contracting, it’s also a little bit of Hell. Nothing has felt this good, but you know you’re going to be exhausted in the morning- fuck, you’re already exhausted.

Mingyu’s thrusts have faltered, but he tries to ride you through your highs. Soon, he’s half collapsing on top of you, your sweaty chests pressed together. Then he’s kissing you desperately, and it feels like you’re both pouring a thousand unsaid words into the meeting of your lips.

You make out for a short while, and then Mingyu pulls out of you, reaching for the kleenex box on your nightstand. “Here,” he offers, holding it between your thighs to stop any cum from dripping onto the bed.

“Thanks,” you let out a small laugh. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom.”

“Good idea.”

Your legs are wobbly when you stand up, and it reminds you of the first time you’d gotten off the back of his bike.

You don’t mind Mingyu making it hard for you to walk, in both ways.

Inside the bathroom, you do your best to use the toilet and clean up the cum. After double checking yourself in the mirror and deciding to brush your teeth for good measure, you head back to your bedroom… which is where you find Mingyu flipping through the most recent book you’ve been reading.

Your heart lurches into your throat, body freezing in the doorway. 

“I didn’t know you read this sort of thing,” Mingyu muses, looking up at you.

“What?” you squeak.

“Erotica,” he responds casually. “This seems interesting though.”

You slowly approach the bed, joining Mingyu under the covers while he reaches to put your book back on your nightstand. 

“Uh…” you don’t even know what to say. “I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

Mingyu laughs, pulling you close to his chest. “Why not? It’s not like I’m judging you.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope. Why would I? I think I read somewhere that men like visual porn and women lean towards the written stuff, nothing to be ashamed of.”

He really is the perfect man.

“Plus, I keep seeing shit on tiktok about booktok girls needing their bikertok boy, I don’t mind filling that role for you.” Another nonchalant comment that makes your heart do somersaults. “Although… aren’t all of you booktok girls into masked men and threesomes and shit?”

His words make you hide your face against his chest, shyness overcoming you. 

“Sorry, was that an overstep?” he laughs, rubbing your back with a large, warm hand.

“No, I’m just not used to talking about this, especially not with guys I just slept with.”

“The erotica you read is the fantasy you’re interested in, it would be a shame never to talk about it,” Mingyu muses. “That threesome between the demon knight and the guardian angel seemed pretty interesting.”

“God, you really weren’t supposed to read the book on my nightstand.” You can feel your skin getting hotter with embarrassment with each passing second.

“You’re adorable.” Mingyu cuddles you closer. “Look, I’m just going to put this out there, and if your answer is a no, then it’s a no… If you ever did want to try a threesome, Wonwoo would be into it.”

Now your heart is really racing, and your entire body stiffens in Mingyu’s embrace.

“Shit, my bad for even suggesting it,” Mingyu apologizes immediately.

“It’s not that…” you take a deep breath. If you’re going to continue things with Mingyu, he needs to know about your past - however unimportant it is - with Wonwoo. “Look… I uh… I matched with Wonwoo on a dating app last summer, nothing came out of it, but, I don’t know, I still feel awkward around him.”

Mingyu is silent for a few seconds, and you’re too scared to look up at his face, too scared of the expression you might find there.

“That would actually explain a lot,” Mingyu says finally. 

“It would?”

“Yeah, when I first introduced you two, he was more of an asshole than usual. And that first time I offered you a ride on my bike, he just took off. I kind of chalked it up to him being socially awkward sometimes around cute girls, but, now things make a bit more sense.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”

“It’s all good,” Mingyu assures you, rubbing your back. “Honestly, I’m pretty tired. How do you feel about the two of us staying here tonight, cuddling till we fall asleep, and talking more about this in the morning?”

You let out a sigh of relief. “That actually sounds perfect.”

Twelve - Wonwoo

As if listening to you and Mingyu fuck the first time wasn’t enough, Wonwoo had been woken up at three am, and then again at seven to the sound of your moans carrying through his walls.

His room is dark thanks to his black out curtains, but in the blackness of his room, Wonwoo finally snaps. He’d done his best to wear noise cancellers the first time, to put his head under his pillow the second, but now, Wonwoo has lost all of his resolve.

Your small whimpers are simply too hard to resist, and as Wonwoo’s hand slips down to his aching cock, he can’t help but wonder what would have happened if things had worked out with you all those months ago. It could be him that you’re under right now, not his best friend, and that’s a conflicting thought. 

Wonwoo lets out a quiet sigh as he begins to stroke his hard length. He closes his eyes, focusing on the muffled sounds of pleasure that make it through the walls.

When Mingyu had first mentioned that Wonwoo’s escapades had been keeping you up, he’d dismissed it, but now after being woken three times, he can see your annoyance. 

He’ll have to try to go easier on you. 

As Wonwoo works himself up to your moans, he wonders if you’ve ever been in this exact situation; touching yourself while he got off with someone else just a few feet through a wall.

The thought sends a shiver up Wonwoo’s spine and he shifts under his duvet, tossing the fabric off of himself, abdominal muscles clenching with delight.

From the sound of Mingyu’s thrusts and the headboard hitting the wall, Wonwoo’s pretty sure Mingyu is close already- fuck, he would be too if he had you to bury his morning wood into. And from the noises escaping you, Wonwoo knows you’re just as close.

He applies more pressure to his aching cock, speeding up his strokes- Wonwoo wants to cum with you and his roommate, although he’s not quite sure why. 

Sure, once you both cum, his entertainment is over, but there’s a need to be paired with you both, something that goes beyond a voyeuristic act like watching porn, which he could easily switch to when you’re finished if he wanted to prolong the experience.

A muffled “Fuck, I’m close” has Wonwoo’s entire body tensing, and as your moans crescendo, the tightly wound knot inside of him snaps. He lets out a gasp, pumping his cock while ropes of his own cum paint his chest. 

He wishes his hand was you, but the image of you instead of his hand is enough to make another wave of pleasure pass over him. He works himself through it to the point of overstimulation, finally stopping when the headboard sounds cease.

Wonwoo lays there for a moment, eyes closed, catching his breath.

When he finally turns his phone flashlight on and looks down at his chest, he realizes he’s cum more listening to you and Mingyu fuck than he’s probably ever cum inside of a girl.

It’s then that Wonwoo realizes how truly screwed he is. 

Thirteen

Seungkwan had nearly spat out his drink when you’d revealed Mingyu’s offer to invite Wonwoo into your bed. Soonyoung’s jaw had dropped, and it’s stayed that way. Seokmin looks like he’s having a panic attack, his cheeks all flushed, his hands tugging at the neckline of his dress shirt.

“So what are you going to do?” Seungkwan asks finally, taking a sip of his Gin and Tonic with his wide eyes glued to you.

“I’m honestly not sure,” you admit, letting out a sigh.

“Bitch,” Seungkwan rolls his eyes, “don’t give us that. You read smutty threesome shit all the time, and here you are, being propositioned by your hot neighbour and his best friend, who both ride motorcycles, I might add- this is a fucking no brainer and we all know it.”

“You’ve been wanting a proper fuck session forever,” Soonyoung agrees.

“It’s actually like… one of your biggest things,” Seokmin points out, nodding. 

“But don’t you think this would be messy?” you ask. “Like, if these were randoms I’d never see again, it would be one thing- but they live next to me, and I’m low key dating Mingyu. Wonwoo doesn’t seem like the polyamory type.”

“Babes,” Seungkwan reaches a hand across the table to squeeze your forearm, “This doesn’t have to be polyamory. Wonwoo can just be some dude that fucks you with his bestie sometimes. You can mostly focus on Mingyu, I mean, after all, we all know you and Wonwoo don’t even really like each other after the whole… ghosting thing.” 

“Which is so valid,” Seokmin assures you, also reaching out to grab your hand. “Who suggests a group motorcycle trip as a first date, that was very stupid.”

“Plus, didn’t you mention hearing Wonwoo fuck some girl through your wall?” Soonyoung asks, playing with the straw in his bellini. “I bet you’re wondering why she was being so loud. I mean, obviously his dick game must be good.”

“I have been wondering,” you admit. “Mingyu is so soft with me, so good and gentle- Wonwoo seems like he might be the opposite.”

“And you’ll never really know until you give this a try.” Seungkwan pats your hand encouragingly. “I think you have your answer, babes. Go make those smutty dreams of yours come true, or you’ll regret it the rest of your life.” 

Fourteen

Mingyu’s been coming over more and more often. Even though his place is just next door, he tends to have a preference for holding you until he passes out in your bed. You don’t mind, being in his arms helps you get the best rest you’ve had in ages, and you never feel closer to him than you do when you wake up next to him in the morning.

It’s a Sunday, and you’re laying in bed. Mingyu had gotten up, decided he’d wanted you for breakfast, fucked your brains out, and now, you’re stroking each others skin while you catch your breaths.

“Are you thinking about something?” Mingyu asks, and you realize he must have noted your silence.

You take a deep breath, looking up into his eyes. He’s done his best to foster an environment of safety- you know you can talk to him about anything, and now seems as good a time as any to broach a few subjects that have been weighing you down.

“What are we doing?” you ask.

“We’re cuddling?”

You let out a laugh. “No, I mean… what are we doing? Like… I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you, and from the way you spoke at the start of all of this, it sounded like you were looking for a relationship, but ever since you mentioned inviting Wonwoo into bed, I guess I’m just a little confused about… the trajectory of this. Sharing the girl you want to date exclusively with your bestie just doesn’t seem like a usual start to a new relationship.” 

“Valid question,” he nods. “I can see where I caused some confusion… I guess, I mean- It’s not that I want to date you exclusively, I already am dating you exclusively, and I have been since the start.”

While this is news to you, you suppose it’s not the most surprising thing. Mingyu has been spending so much time with you lately, he’d have to be Superman or the world’s more snakey person to be able to juggle anyone else.

“When it comes to the whole Wonwoo thing- If I’m being honest, we’ve been friends forever. We’ve had like… three or four threesomes together? So I guess I feel comfortable inviting him because we have that foundation of trust there, and based on the stuff you read - correct me if I’m wrong - but I think a threesome is on your bucket list.”

Now this is some hot gossip. You’d never for a moment considered the idea that Wonwoo and Mingyu have shared girls together before- but now that the idea is out in the open, you feel stupid for it having never crossed your mind. 

“So there really wouldn’t be any jealousy or any problems if Wonwoo joined us?” you clarify.

“There never have been before. Wonwoo’s not the relationship type. If I honestly thought there would be a problem, I wouldn’t have brought it up,” Mingyu tells you. “Sounds like you’re open to it.”

“I am,” you admit. “Also… I’m exclusively seeing you too, by the way.”

Mingyu laughs. “I know, Angel. Wonwoo is an exception, the only exception.”

“Agreed.” 

“So…” Mingyu pulls you tighter to his chest. “Are we gonna bring this up with him?”

“Do you want to ask him?”

“I think we should do it together.”

The idea of bringing this up with Wonwoo makes your heart race. “You think he’ll react okay?”

“Angel, he matched with you on Tinder before, and tried to take you out three times, even if you did ghost him, you’re way too sexy for him to ever say no to.”

Fifteen

When you’d arrived at Mingyu’s place after dinner, he’d suggested a movie night. Wonwoo usually gets off work around one am, and with his Harley, Mingyu expected him to be back at one thirty at the latest. 

Around midnight, you’d fallen asleep, with Mingyu following close behind, and when the sound of the front door unlocking finally pulls you from your slumber, a quick check at the clock tells you it’s already past two.

Mingyu groans behind you, pulling you closer, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. 

Wonwoo walks into the den area in time to see the exchange, and he pauses by the open concept kitchen, staring at you in the dim darkness of the space. 

“What are you doing out here on the couch?” he asks.

“We were waiting for you,” you say softly, pushing at Mingyu’s hand in an effort to wake him up fully.

Wonwoo stays quiet, and after a moment, Mingyu finally groans and sits up, turning to look at his best friend. Mingyu rubs at his eyes, yawning. “We have something to talk to you about,” he mumbles.

“Let's hear it,” Wonwoo sighs, setting his helmet and gloves onto the kitchen counter before he goes to remove his leather jacket.

“You know what… maybe it’s too late for this,” you suggest, turning to look at Mingyu.

“Don’t be shy,” he encourages you, pulling you closer and kissing your throat. 

You note the way your body reacts, head tilting to the side to give him better access. It’s clear that you’re not as afraid of being watched as you’d thought you might be, and when your gaze shifts to Wonwoo, you find him staring at the place where you and Mingyu’s bodies connect.

A muscle in his jaw feathers, and you see the way his fist clenches at his side, but he stays silent.

“Do you want me to do it?” Mingyu asks.

“Yes, please.”

Mingyu gives a reassuring kiss to your cheek. “I know you two have a past-” he begins.

“She told you about that, did she?” Wonwoo interrupts.

“Uh huh, she’s a good girl like that,” Mingyu holds you tighter. “Anyways, I know you two have a past, and I know you’re attracted to each other-”

“Mingyu.” There’s a warning tone in Wonwoo’s voice now, and it makes your skin tingle. 

“I’m too tired to do this right,” Mingyu sighs, “but listen, she wants to try a threesome, we’ve done threesomes, I figured I’d put it on the table, if you’re interested.”

Wonwoo stands in the kitchen for a moment, then he lets out a sigh, turning and placing both of his hands on the counter. He looks down at the ground, and you wonder what’s going through his head.

“Aren’t you two dating?” he asks finally.

You open your mouth to respond but decide to shut it, turning to Mingyu to allow him to answer. “Yeah, I mean, we’re exclusive.”

“How can you be exclusive if you’re inviting me into a fucking threesome?” Wonwoo snaps.

“Because you’re you,” Mingyu shrugs. “Why do you seem mad?”

Wonwoo lets out a deep sigh. “This isn’t the right way to start a relationship, Gyu.”

You find it comical that Wonwoo - of all people - is trying to school Mingyu on how to treat a girl. 

“I’m pretty confident in us,” Mingyu grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You kind of love how sure he is, and it makes your trust in the budding relationship feel even stronger. “Look, if you don’t want to-”

“I want to.” 

It feels like the air is knocked from your lungs. Yes, you’ve considered this for weeks, but part of you never really thought it would get this far, never thought Wonwoo would actually agree-

“I’ve been listening to you two fuck through a wall for weeks,” Wonwoo continues. “Of course I fucking want to.”

“So what’s the problem?” Mingyu asks, brows furrowing at why his friend still sounds so angry.

Wonwoo turns to look at you. “This is going to complicate things.”

“Only if you let it,” Mingyu argues. “Look, you’re both overthinkers, and I get that, but with me here, I’ll keep us all grounded, I promise.”

“It’s not that easy,” Wonwoo sighs.

“It can be, if you both let it be.” He sounds so sure, and you want to believe him on this-

“So is this just going to be a one time thing?” Wonwoo asks, and you note the way his gaze shifts from his roommate to you. Then you feel Mingyu’s eyes too.

“Uh… I hadn’t thought that far,” you admit.

“We could always just go with the flow,” Mingyu suggests.

“You know I’m not that kind of guy,” Wonwoo retorts.

“Honestly, I know it was just a simple case of ghosting, but you two don’t seem to actually like each other that much,” Mingyu points out, “unless I’m misreading something. So how about we give it a shot, and go from there?”

Wonwoo looks to you, and after a moment to consider it, you nod, he mirrors the motion soon after.

“Fine. I’m in.”

“Can you try to sound more enthusiastic?” Mingyu teases. “This is my Angel I’m letting you get a taste of.”

“Don’t test your luck,” Wonwoo warns. “Are we doing this right now?”

“I’m already half hard just thinking about it,” Mingyu grins. “Are you up for this, Angel?”

Things are happening a little fast for you, but you worry that if you don’t bite the bullet and try this now, you might chicken out if you give yourself enough time to overthink and talk yourself out of it. 

“Let’s do it,” you respond. 

Wonwoo stares at you from the kitchen, and you wait to see who will move first. Finally, Wonwoo nods. “Okay, my room.”

He walks away without another word. Mingyu is quick to get up, reaching down to tug you to your feet. You’re a little shocked at how abrupt Wonwoo is being, and how quick Mingyu is to act on Wonwoo’s locational choice.

You’ve never seen the inside of Wonwoo’s room, and you find it even more minimally furnished than the rest of the apartment. With nothing but a bed, a dresser and a gaming station set up, Wonwoo clearly has very few loves in his life. There are no books, no clothes strewn about- it almost looks like a room straight from the Ikea Catalogue with the theme ‘my ocd teenage gamer’s sanctuary.’

The only thing of any true interest, is a tiled wall mount light piece, and from the way Wonwoo is standing near it and looking down at his phone, you’re pretty sure it’s bluetooth. As Mingyu leads you to go sit with him on the bed, the tiles begin to change colour, and you’re not even surprised when Wonwoo goes for a red hue that makes this entire situation feel correctly sinful.

Mingyu sits behind you, prompting you to settle on his lap. His hands find your thighs, stroking you through your sweatpants. You can tell he’s waiting on something, and when Wonwoo finally looks up at the two of you, setting his phone down, you realize just how much power you’re about to hand over to the man you’d ghosted all those months ago.

Wonwoo approaches you and Mingyu, coming to stand right in front of you. He meets your gaze, but he’s quiet. You hold your tongue, knowing that now is not the time to start being a brat.

“So,” Wonwoo says finally. “My guess is Mingyu’s been going easy on you since you started fucking.”

Mingyu lets out a laugh behind you, and you find yourself wanting to defend him. “I wouldn’t say he’s been going easy on me-”

“I’m going to make an assessment, and you’re going to tell me if I’m wrong,” Wonwoo states. “You look like the kind of girl who wants to be dominated. The shy ones can sometimes be the kinkiest girls you’ll ever meet, and something tells me that if you’re interested in a threesome - interested enough to let me be the one to come in here and fuck you - you’ve got some specific itches that need to be scratched. Mingyu’s a vanilla boy. He doesn’t even like to call sleeping with a girl fucking. I’m betting he gives you everything you want, never makes you work for it, or beg for it, or any of that shit. The guy wakes up three times a night to rail you for fuck’s sake. So I’m guessing, even though he probably meets most of your needs, there’s something you’re missing that Mingyu thinks I can provide.”

Mingyu’s mouth finds your throat, pressing soft kisses that wordlessly tell you he’s not about to answer this assessment, it’s fully on you.

“I…” you swallow thickly. “I guess, I mean, that sounds correct.”

“You’re happy with Mingyu.” It’s more of a statement than a question, but you find the need to answer it anyways, so you nod quickly. 

“Very happy.”

“But he doesn’t dominate you.”

You shake your head.

“And tonight, you want someone to tell you what to do.”

You nod.

“You want someone to make you scream the way I made that other girl scream, the girl that kept you up at night. You want what I was giving her.”

“God, yes,” you admit, letting out a shuddery breath. You can feel Mingyu smile against your throat, and he wraps his arms tighter around you, holding you close to his chest. You can feel his cock straining up against your ass, and it’s driving you wild already.

“What’s off the table?” Wonwoo asks. “Be thorough.”

“I think… no anal. Hard pass on anal, at least, right now,” you start. “And… please don’t be mean to me? Like… don’t degrade me?”

“If you’re our good girl, there will be no reason to degrade you, will there?” Wonwoo says smoothly, reaching out to cup your jaw. His thumb brushes by your lips and you open your mouth for him, accepting the digit that presses flat to your tongue. “See, you’re just a good girl looking for direction, there won’t be a problem tonight.”

He removes his hand, and part of you mourns the loss. 

“Everything else is on the table?” he clarifies.

“Nothing gross.”

“Nothing gross,” Wonwoo repeats with a laugh. “I guess that’s all subjective, but I get what you mean.”

God, you wonder what dirty, nasty things this man has done in his lifetime. 

“Safeword?” Wonwoo asks next.

You take a deep breath, only needing a moment to consider one. “Harley.” 

Mingyu groans behind you, his hands teasing up your thighs, closer and closer to where you need him while he begins to suck on your sweet spot. You can tell from his reaction that the safe word pleased him, and you know that everyone is aware how close you are to letting the fun actually begin.

Wonwoo has done his due diligence, now, he just has to do you.

“Gyu, how about you get her warmed up?” Wonwoo suggests, and the man you’re sitting on wastes no time with the request. Mingyu immediately slips his hand under the waistband of your sweatpants, fingers finding your clit through your panties while you squirm on his lap.

“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, “she’s so wet already.”

“That’s no surprise,” Wonwoo says nonchalantly, pivoting and moving away.

You watch him go, curious as to what he’s up to. Mingyu, meanwhile, is focused on getting your attention. He pushes your panties to the side, stroking your pussy, teasing as if he’s about to dip his fingers into you, only to circle your clit again.

You snap way too easily, turning to press kisses along his jaw. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek, prompting him to meet your lips. All it takes is a little tongue action for Mingyu to also break, finally slipping a digit into your wet core.

You whimper at the feeling, grinding down on his hand. The wiggling of your hips adds friction to the front of Mingyu’s pants, and he releases his own groan of pleasure. 

He adds a second finger and you find yourself gasping. Your thighs spread to accommodate Mingyu. His slow stroking is driving you wild, and the ever constant pressure on your clit only intensifies the situation.

“Lay her down,” Wonwoo’s voice snaps you out of your Mingyu haze, and you break the kiss to blink up at Wonwoo.

You notice something in his hands, but before you can get a better look, Mingyu is pulling his hand from your core and standing up, taking you with him. 

He gently places you onto the bed, tearing off your pants. His fingers go to hook in your underwear, but one tutting sound from Wonwoo makes him stop in his tracks.

“Leave those on for now,” Wonwoo instructs. “You might be skipping things because you’re needy, but I remember your panty kink.”

Panty kink? Mingyu has a panty kink?

Fuck.

You wonder how much Wonwoo knows about Mingyu’s sexual preferences, things that you haven’t even learned yet.

No matter how worried you were about this before you agreed to a threesome, it’s becoming more and more clear that Wonwoo might carry the keys to unlocking Mingyu’s full potential in bed- now, you’re worried what that means for the fully monogamous aspect of your relationship.

“Take off your shirt and bra for us,” Wonwoo prompts next. “I want to see you.”

His voice had softened at the end of the request, and the fact that Wonwoo has a good mix between commanding, and a tone that’s almost on the pleading side, has you immediately making good on what he’s just asked of you.

You slip your shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. Arching your back, you get at the clasp of your bra, and soon, it joins the discarded fabric next to the bed.

Mingyu gets onto the mattress between your thighs, his hands stroking up your legs, which spread for him again.

“Here,” Wonwoo tosses the thing he’d been holding onto your chest.

When you pick it up, you realize it’s a blindfold.

Wonwoo meets your questioning gaze. “Put that on. You trust us, right?” 

You swallow thickly, then, you slip on the blindfold, obscuring your vision completely.

“That’s our good girl,” Wonwoo muses, and his satisfaction has your core throbbing. He’s being a lot nicer than you’d hoped he would be- part of you had wondered if this would a rage fueled fuck, revenge for the ghosting. But the way Wonwoo’s treating you- it’s clear he has no animosity toward you for your past, regardless of the cold way he’s been acting toward you up until tonight.

Even with the blindfold, it’s clear who’s still rubbing your legs. And when Mingyu shifts his weight, bending down to press kisses along your inner thighs, you know it’s still him.

Although there aren’t any surprises happening in terms of who is touching you, with your vision cut off, every brush of Mingyu against your skin feels even more intense. Without the pressure of keeping your eyes open, or following the action with your gaze, you can simply lay back and enjoy what’s happening.

Mingyu’s mouth reaches your core, and his breath through the fabric makes you twitch.

When his tongue makes contact with your wet panties, you both let out groans. The world seems suspended in anticipated pleasure, if even just for a moment, before Mingyu practically dives in.

His tongue pushes at your panties, and the teasing aspect of his muscle prodding at your core has your stomach already twisting into knots. It’s like he’s trying to devour your underwear, trying to push his tongue through so he can get at you-

You’d never imagined keeping your pussy covered with a thin piece of fabric would reveal to you how desperate Mingyu is to properly be eating you.

Your hands reach down, tangling in Mingyu’s hair, and you begin to grind against his face, using his nose to add pressure to your clit.

Something brushes by your nipple, and you practically jump at the contact. Then, the soft bud is pinched between two fingers. It’s not a hard pinch, not enough to hurt, but enough to have your pussy throbbing even more from the idea of pain. 

You also know that it’s Wonwoo who has finally decided to touch you, and you’re kind of scared of the effect that’s having.

Mingyu doesn’t even notice his friend beginning to play with your tits, he’s much too distracted by licking your core through your panties. You’d bet that if you took your blind fold off right now, you’d find his own eyes closed, his mind completely consumed by the act of being close to your pussy without really being able to get at it.

“Does he feel good?” Wonwoo asks.

“Uh huh,” you nod, tightening your grip in Mingyu’s hair so you can grind harder against his mouth.

“He’s already nearly breaking,” Wonwoo muses, “how far along are you?”

“I-” You swallow thickly. “I don’t know.”

“I want you to enjoy the teasing, want you to be brought to the edge like this, and when you’re finally about to snap, I’ll let him pull your panties to the side. You can ride his face while you cum for us.”

Your muscles clench at his words, and you nod quickly. “Okay.”

“Where are your manners?” He pinches your nipple even more roughly, and you let out a delighted squeal.

“Okay, yes, thank you, thank you, Wonwoo,” you correct yourself.

“Good girl.” The pinching subsides, but you almost miss the pain. “You look good like this.”

“Thank you!” you blurt out, not wanting to fumble your manners so early just because he’s being sweet to you.

Wonwoo’s fingers leave your breast, and your focus shifts to Mingyu again. He’s begun rubbing his nose against your clit, and you’d bet that Wonwoo’s words about getting you to the edge have inspired the motion.

Mingyu knows that clit stimulus will get you there faster than the teasing of his tongue along your panties, and you give yourself to the pleasure he’s providing.

Wet lips wrap around your nipple and your body jolts. One your hands immediately flies to the back of Wonwoo’s head, threading through his soft curls while he sucks on you. He releases a groan of satisfaction. You respond with a whimper of your own, pushing your chest up toward his mouth.

Nothing has ever felt like this.

Having two sexy men worship you is making your body short circuit faster than it ever has before.

You can feel your orgasm rising in your stomach, and before you even know it, you’re letting out a gasp. “Fuck, I’m close- shit, thank you, fuck, I’m gonna-”

You can’t even finish your sentence, Mingyu tugs your panties to the side, pushing two digits into your hole while his lips find your clit, sucking the sensitive bud while he groans like a starved man.

Wonwoo’s teeth simultaneously graze your nipple, and the combination of stimuli is enough to throw you over the edge.

Your pussy clamps down on Mingyu’s fingers, waves of pleasure exploding out from your core. The loudest moan you’ve ever released sings out of you, and your grip tightens in both of their curls. You’re used to having one anchor, Mingyu, who you hold onto to keep you from floating too high to cloud nine, but now, even with two anchors, you still find yourself drifting away into a state of bliss you’ve never even dreamed of.

Wonwoo’s free hand finds your neglected breast, and a pinch at your nipple has even more electric energy surging through you, your back arching at how intense this all is.

Mingyu hasn’t stopped between your thighs, his fingers are unrelenting inside of your throbbing core, his tongue flicking your clit better than any vibrator or toy ever has.

You cum, and cum, and cum-

Mingyu releases a sinful groan, and you can feel something splash your inner thighs. Mingyu pulls away from your clit, licking up the liquid-

Wonwoo’s mouth leaves your breasts, and you can feel his gaze slipping between your legs.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you could squirt, baby,” he muses, massaging your breast in a way that almost feels loving.

“I didn’t-” you struggle to speak amidst your moans, “I can’t-

“No one’s ever made you squirt before?” Wonwoo finishes your sentence for you.

“No, sir, I mean- yes, sir-”

You hear Wonwoo let out a chuckle, and he pinches your nipple, making you cry out even more. “Sir, huh? Looks like our good girl has really learned her manners, Gyu.”

You’re not sure where the title had come from, but calling Wonwoo ‘sir’ had just felt right, it still feels right, as you writhe against his bed sheets.

“Okay, I think that’s enough,” Wonwoo sighs. Fingers brush by your cheek, and the sudden touch makes you flinch. “She’s crying, Gyu.”

Mingyu groans deeply, his fingers coming to a stop in your pussy. When he removes them, and both men pull away, you can finally take a deep breath after the intensity of your orgasm. Your entire body shudders as you try to steady yourself after what they’ve just given you.

In the periphery, you can hear a wet sucking sound, and you’d bet your life that Mingyu is licking his fingers clean.

“Squirting all over him like that got your boyfriend hard as fuck, baby, I think I’ll be nice and let him fuck you now.”

God, there’s so much you want to think about with that sentence- specifically the way Wonwoo just referred to Mingyu as your boyfriend, a term that you haven’t yet used- but you’re also so needy for Mingyu’s cock now that you can’t sit and ponder the relationship development. 

“Yes, please, Mingyu, fuck, need your cock-” you whine, reaching down to tug your panties off-

Another set of hands grabs the fabric, and before you can fumble to get your underwear down your legs, Mingyu simply tears them in two to get at you.

His cockhead is rubbing against your soaked folds a moment later, and you let out a whimper of desperation. 

“Fuck, Angel, you’re doing so good for us,” Mingyu groans, slipping the head into you.

“Gyu-” you whimper, grabbing at the bed sheets, your eyes rolling into the back of your head from the stretch of his girthy tip.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he tells you, one hand flattening on your abdomen to keep you still. “I could slide all the way in like this-”

“Do it,” Wonwoo says simply. “Bet she’d fucking love that.”

“I would,” you agree, whimpering at the idea of him filling you up with one powerful thrust. “Please, split me open-”

The words no sooner leave your mouth than Mingyu is doing just as you’d asked. In one motion, he sinks the entirety of his cock into your wet, ready hole. 

His hips hit flush to your own, and you release something between a cry and a scream. Your inner walls struggle desperately to accommodate the large intrusion that your body is still not used to even after fucking Mingyu countless times.

Before Mingyu, ‘Like a Virgin’ had just been a Madonna song, now, it’s something you understand completely.

Mingyu’s mouth finds your neck as he leans his entire, large, muscled body over your own. His lips are hot as they suckle on your sweet spot, and you grab at his strong shoulders, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He starts slow with his motions, only pulling out slightly. With each small rut, his cock sinks so deep that it hits a spot that makes you go mind numb.

You’re a gasping, wriggling mess for Mingyu, and from the sounds leaving his own lips, you know he loves it.

His pace starts to increase. You can feel your pussy tingling with each thrust, the vein along the underside of his cock stimulating your walls perfectly.

Mingyu draws your lips to his own, and you find yourself in a desperate clash of tongues. 

“How cute,” Wonwoo’s voice draws you back to reality. “For the record, baby, I’ve never seen Mingyu this into someone.”

God, why is he being so nice to you?

Why does the thought that you make Mingyu come undone unlike anyone else have your pussy throbbing?

Your hand moves before your mind even registers what you’re doing. It flails out toward Wonwoo’s voice, and you’re pretty sure you make contact with his thigh.

“What are you doing?” Wonwoo asks, tone shifting.

You break the kiss with Mingyu, and his lips find your throat while you address his friend. “Wanna touch.”

Wonwoo is silent, and moments feel like minutes. Then, you hear a belt buckle, and a zipper being pulled down.

“You just wanna touch?” Wonwoo prompts. 

Before you can even respond, Mingyu is nipping at your ear. He’s breathing heavily, fucking you faster. “Do you wanna suck him off, Angel? I won’t be mad if you do.”

This is a threesome, it wouldn’t be fair if Wonwoo didn’t get a bit of you too…

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Wonwoo prompts.

“Yes, I wanna suck you off,” you clarify, doing your best to make your voice sound confident.

Mingyu groans, and then he pulls off of you. You whine at the loss of him, but he flips you onto all fours, pulling your ass into the air so he can push his cock into you again. You do your best to steady yourself on your hands, and the bed dips in front of you, signaling Wonwoo’s arrival.

“Here,” Wonwoo’s voice is soft, as soft as his touch when he pulls the blindfold off of you. “Wanna see that pretty face when you choke around my cock.”

In the red light from the tiled wall mount, Wonwoo looks insane. Yeah, a little insane in the crazy way, but insanely sexy too.

He’s taken his shirt off, and you’re shocked to find washboard abs that make you drool immediately. His curls are all flouncy and illuminated by the red, like a halo, or even devil horns. His jeans are undone, but he doesn’t have his cock out yet, which you kind of appreciate.

Although you can see his length straining against the black denim, he didn’t immediately stick his dick down your throat, he’s giving you time to adjust to the new position.

You blink up at him, and Wonwoo smiles, cupping your cheek. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

“So good,” Mingyu echoes, digging his fingers into your hips as he begins to fuck you like a mad man.

“Sir,” you breathe.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I suck you off now?”

Wonwoo’s grin widens. “Go for it.”

You realize he’s not going to help you take his cock out, not yet at least. It’s difficult to hold yourself up with one hand while Mingyu fucks you, your free one reaching for his jeans. You hook your fingers in the fabric, trying to tug them down.

Part of you thinks Wonwoo likes watching you struggle. He’s said he’d be nice, wouldn’t degrade you, and he’s not, but this feels like it’s bordering on humiliation. 

Here you are, getting fucked stupid, holding yourself up on one shaky hand while the other tugs desperately at his pants, trying to free his cock so you can have it sink down your throat-

“You’re cute,” Wonwoo muses, finally giving in.

He pushes his pants down, his cock springing up against his abdomen.

He’s long. Maybe not as long as Mingyu, and not as thick either, but that just means you might actually be able to take him fully into your mouth, unlike your boyfriend’s monster cock that you can’t even fully suck halfway.

Even though Wonwoo isn’t as big as Mingyu, he’s confident in himself, and that makes things all the more sexy.

He grabs the base of his length, holding the tip out for you.

Meeting his eyes, you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue.

Wonwoo taps himself along the wet muscle, then he teases the tip just past your lips- you go to wrap your mouth around him, only for him to pull back with a laugh. “Eager, are you?”

You nod, “uh huh.”

He doesn’t even tut at you for your lack of manners, after all, you’re still holding your mouth open for him, unwilling to close it if even for a few moments to say a ‘yes, sir.’

“I guess I can give it to you,” Wonwoo sighs. Although he’s trying to sound unbothered, you can tell from his leaky red tip that he’s just as turned on by this as you are. You can see through Wonwoo now, and you wonder how that’s going to impact your opinion of him.

This man who likes to seem hard and domineering, who likes to appear nonchalant- you wonder what kind of thoughts are swimming in that pretty head of is.

Wonwoo slips his cock into your mouth, and you immediately begin to suck it, twirling your tongue along the tip. He pushes in another inch, testing your abilities. His eyes are fixed on yours, and you stare up at him, wanting to please.

Mingyu fucks you harder, prompting you forward onto Wonwoo’s cock. You take more and more of him, doing your best to relax and focus on the pleasure Mingyu is giving you, rather than the uncomfortable feeling of a heavy dick on your tongue.

You enjoy giving oral, but you’ve always found it easier to have some other stimulus to anchor yourself- Mingyu’s cock splitting you open is just the right amount of distraction. When Wonwoo hits the back of your throat, you hardly choke, too enraptured by Mingyu behind you to carefully about your gag reflex.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Wonwoo tells you, having watched for your limits and reactions.

He begins to thrust now, matching Mingyu’s motions. It’s a push pull, and you kind of love being used like this, having two cock filling you up. They’re almost synchronized, and it turns you on that they’ve done this before, that they’re familiar with each other.

You couldn’t imagine a better pair to lose your threesome virginity to.

Wonwoo’s hand grabs your hair, and you watch as he throws his head bad, letting out a groan.

Fuck, he’s so sexy- they both are. Mingyu’s grip on your hips is even tighter, and you know what that means.

“I’m close,” your boyfriend announces.

“Well I just started,” Wonwoo retorts. “Hold it.”

You’re shocked that Mingyu doesn’t even fight back, his thrusts simply slow down a notch. Wonwoo, meanwhile, speeds up, and you do your best to hollow your cheeks around his cock, sucking on him like you’ve never sucked on anyone before.

“You’re good with your mouth, baby,” Wonwoo praises you.

“She’s so good,” Mingyu agrees, reaching a hand around your body so he can rub your clit.

You jolt at the contact, pussy clenching desperately around Mingyu’s cock.

“Fuck, Woo, we’re both close-” Mingyu groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hot across your skin.  

“I guess I can make this quick,” Wonwoo grunts, hips shuddering.

Mingyu draws fluid, lazy circles on your clit, speckling your shoulders with kisses while he ruts slowly into your core. You suck on Wonwoo diligently, like it’s your job- after all, it is your job to make him cum in order for you and Mingyu to get there too.

The pressure in your abdomen is getting tighter and tighter, you’re not sure how much longer you can hold off, especially with the sounds Mingyu’s making-

“You two are so needy,” Wonwoo muses, letting out a small chuckle. “Fuck.” 

“You gotta let her cum,” Mingyu practically begs. “She’s squeezing me like a fucking vice, dude- this is torture.”

Wonwoo’s hips jolt at Mingyu’s words, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You feel your muscles constrict around both of them, and they both groan in response.

“You’re too good at this,” Wonwoo tells you. “When I cum, you both get to cum.”

It’s not an outward admittance that he’s close, but you can tell he is. His stomach muscles are clenching with effort as he uses your face, and the small groans of pleasure leaving him are higher in number now.

He fucks your face even faster, and Mingyu takes this as a cue to begin fucking you properly again. “Can you rub your clit, Angel?” he asks. “I need to grab your hips.”

You moan a sound of affirmation around Wonwoo, holding yourself up on one wobbly hand while the other slips between your legs.

“That’s it,” Mingyu groans, straightening behind you and taking hold of your hips with both hands. His pace matches Wonwoo’s now, and you can feel your orgasm so close-

You can almost taste it.

In fact, you can taste Wonwoo’s, a strangled gasp escaping him as he cums down your throat suddenly.

“Our turn, Angel,” Mingyu moans, pace quickening to a speed that would almost be painful if it wasn’t so pleasurable. Your fingers are rough on your own clit, and you do your best to swallow every drop of Wonwoo’s spend.

When he pulls out of your mouth, you breathe in a strangled gasp- only for moans of pleasure to escape you uncensored.

“Fuck, that’s it, Angel, almost there, almost there-” Mingyu groans. “Fuck, cum for me, cum for us- fuck, cum on my cock-”

His words throw you over the edge. You lean forward, resting your cheek against Wonwoo’s thigh while your orgasm overtakes you. Waves of pleasure surge through your body, making you shake- Mingyu’s hands hold your hips steady, keeping you where he wants you while he fucks you through your high, coating your insides with his thick cum.

You’re both moaning messes, completely given over to the ecstasy that you find in each other.

Your hand falls from between your legs, and soon, Mingyu’s motions stop. He keeps himself buried inside of you, trying to catch his breath.

“I’ll get some tissue,” Wonwoo says. He pulls away from you, and you collapse face first onto the bed, shuddering from the aftershocks of your high.

Mingyu’s hands begin to stoke your body, a silent assurance that you did well for them.

Wonwoo comes back with tissues, and Mingyu pulls out. You bring the kleenex to your dripping hole, careful not to get any cum onto Wonwoo’s bed-

Which is when you remember you squirted all over the comforter already.

You lay on your back, giggling to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” Wonwoo asks. Fingers go to pinch your nipple and you flinch, rolling away from him.

“I got squirt all over your bed,” you tell him.

“Naughty girl,” he says, but there’s an inkling of pride in his tone.

“It’s okay,” Mingyu says, reaching to pull you off the bed. “I’m going to go clean her up, you can throw your stuff in the laundry, and we can stay in my room tonight.”

You’re not sure why the idea of sleeping next to Wonwoo feels more intimate than the fact that he just came down your throat, but ten minutes later, when you’re snuggling between the two men, you find yourself almost unsure of how to act.

Mingyu’s already passed out, soft snores filling the room, and it’s Wonwoo who notices your unease as you shift under the sheets.

“Relax,” he tells you, his hands drawing you to his chest. “You’re safe with us.”

For some reason, his words actually calm you down, and after a few more deep breaths, you pass out on the chest of the man you’d ghosted over half a year ago.

Epilogue

It’s been two months since you and Mingyu invited Wonwoo into your bed. Two months of great sex, but it’s even deeper than that.

Mingyu is outwardly your boyfriend, and he loves showing his claim over you every chance he gets, but Wonwoo is still on the fence about where he fits in your relationship. 

You’re at the bar where Wonwoo works, it’s a place you’ve been becoming more of a regular at. Mingyu is out with Cheol, but he’ll be meeting you shortly. Right now, all there is to do is wait and try not to flirt with Wonwoo too hard while he mixes drinks. 

Wonwoo is chatting with another regular, an old guy who keeps looking over at you. Finally, the man asks, “How do you two know each other?”

You and Wonwoo exchange a look. You wait for him to define the relationship, after all, out of everyone in your odd little throuple, Wonwoo’s the one who likes to go slowest when it comes to relationship milestones.

After a moment of consideration, Wonwoo responds, “She’s a friend. Dating my roommate.”

“Ah, okay,” the man nods.

It hurts for Wonwoo to not claim you the way you wish he would, but at the same time, you understand his hesitancy. 

When you’d first started fucking Wonwoo, you’d thought he was a doberman to Mingyu’s golden retriever, but now, you think he’s more of a black cat. If you move too fast or too sudden, you’re afraid of scaring him off, and that’s the last thing you’d want to do.

With a sigh, you lift your drink to your lips. You suppose having one boyfriend who claims you with all of his heart makes up for having another who is still unsure about what to call you.

But it doesn’t mean things hurt any less. 

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“I’m just gonna head outside with Cheol for a quick vape break,” Mingyu tells you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before he exits the bar with his buddy.

You turn to Wonwoo, who is busy mixing some elaborate drink for a group of cougars a few seats down. It’s a decent night here at his workplace, it’s summer now, so most evenings are good for him.

“Is this seat taken?” You turn to see the regular from a few months ago standing there, and you’re quick to offer him the chair, after all, you and Mingyu will be leaving soon anyways. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” the man asks.

You exchange a look with Wonwoo. “Yeah, I uh… I met you a few months ago,” you try to explain, pointing at your bartender. “I’m this guy’s friend.”

“Right, dating his roommate, now I remember,” the man nods.

Wonwoo has stopped what he’s doing, and he’s staring at you.

There’s a hint of danger in his eyes, and you’re not quite sure why. Then he sets down his drink, coming around the bar, and grabbing your arm. “Come outside,” he instructs. 

“What? Now?” you ask in shock, looking around at the bartop that's full of people who need drinks. “You’re working!”

“I don’t care. Come.”

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Ghost Kid in Ghotam

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1. The Beginning

2. Literal Angle Biter

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8. Ghost Cult Guides and Light Silhouettes

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10. No work at the dinner table

11. One Step Closer

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13. Interlude: A Brothers Protection

14. The secrets we keep for others

15. Green and Red Emotions, similar but not

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Not so secret - Carmen Berzatto

Request / summary; hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on carmy where him and the reader are secretly dating. one day richie accidentally  catches them making out, but they don't notice him. he's kinda shocked because knowing her (she's the typical shy good girl type) and carmen, he would have never expected it. but richie being richie can't miss on the opportunity so he soon starts making comments here and there, hinting at what he saw and teasing them. the rest is up to you.

AN: I see your vision and I love it.

Content Warnings; language, sexual innuendos.

The thing you had with Carmen had been going on for months. It was a relationship that was wild, and crazy. But it was also so romantic despite the sneaking around, hiding in the shadows of storerooms, and the stolen kisses. In fact, you think that made it all the more exciting. The hidden touches, Carmen's hand grazing gently across your back throughout the day for no one to notice. His sweet smirks as he sent you a text during family, one that made your cheeks go red and caused your muscles to tense in anticipation. But the rush of his lips on yours when you could be caught at any moment? That was your favourite.

And right now, you couldn't get enough of that feeling. Carmen's hands, hot and calloused, were all over you, seconds away from creeping underneath the fabric of your shirt, and just the concept of it was enough to race heat through your bloodstream. And Carmen was loving it just as much. Despite the chill of the freezer and the harsh metal of the shelves that you both kept bumping into, it was one of the highlights of his day. He can smell your shampoo, deep within his senses, and it's as though he's being wrapped in you, your presence pulling him down into a spiral of his favourite feelings. And God, he loves it. He loves the feeling of your hands pulling at his shirt, his apron, and his hair. He loves the way you taste, your tongue fighting with his, and he loves the harsh breaths you take as he kisses you deeply.

"I fuckin' love you," he mutters the words against your lips between each frenzied kiss, and he's entirely infatuated with your body, running his hands down your sides, fingers trailing up your back beneath your shirt. He's so caught up in the moment, in your tinted Chapstick leaving marks on his face and neck, that he doesn't hear the creaking of the freezer door or the fact that Richie has made an appearance on the scene.

The man stands with his mouth agape as he peaks through the gap in the door, smart enough not to swing the entry wide open for the others in the kitchen to see. He watches the way Carmy is clinging to your body for mere seconds, pressing you up against the shelves as the produce leans precariously, just waiting to fall the moment a frantic movement knocks it forward. And he witnesses the way you jump, Carmy's hands holding tight to your thighs as your legs find their way around his waist. And that's when Richie leaves, not wanting to intrude upon the rest. But he just can't quite believe it, and he laughs to himself as he moves away not entirely able to process what he just saw.

You, the quietest girl he's almost ever met, kissing Carmen Berzatto. You, someone, he doubted had ever run a red light, let alone had a secret relationship with her boss. But what really got him laughing was Carmen, a guy he thought he knew so well, getting hot and heavy in a freezer with one of his employees. Carmy Berzatto with his hands all over someone like that, practically dry humping you against the shelves. He just couldn't believe it, but he guessed that was why the both of you thought you could get away with it. Because it seemed like the most unlikely of situations.

Richie, however, just can't help himself and once the two of you emerge, leaving separately as to not cause suspicion, he's on you both like wildfire. "You good Cousin?" he places a hand on Carmy's back as he walks with the man through the restaurant. "You seem a little roughed up dude."

Instantly, Carmen's running a hand through his hair, over his shirt, trying to smooth himself out. "Yeah, Cousin. Tough day." He lets out a breath, and Richie catches the quick glance Carmen takes at you, trying not to laugh at the way Carmy looks as though he wants to jump you right there and then, despite what you'd just been doing moments ago.

For the rest of the day, Richie is watching, unable to stop small snorts from escaping whenever he catches a touch or two between you. He finds it just so humorous; the two of you together. When he thinks about it you are a perfect pair, a match made in heaven, though Richie doesn't believe in the thing. "Hey," Richie calls you over, making a show of checking the coast is clear before he speaks. "I saw Carmy go into the freezer earlier, he didn't come outta there for ages, d'ya think he's alright or should I pull him up on it?" his false concern runs free, and he finds absolute hilarity in the way your cheeks begin to heat, though your face remains deadpan.

"Maybe he just couldn't find something, it's getting unorganised in there." You mutter, adjusting the collar of your shirt as if it deserves all of your attention in this moment.

Richie nods, brows furrowing as though in thought. "Yeah, I did see a couple of crates toppled over in there earlier, shit's a mess." and with that he walks away, leaving you free to panic and squirm at your uncareful actions.

"We can't do things like this at work anymore." You mutter as the night air creeps into Carmy's apartment. You're tucked under the covers of his bed, limbs entangled with his and you can't help but think of how close you'd come to exposing your relationship. "Richie thinks there's something up with you."

Carmy hums, thinking it over in the darkness. "There's always something up with me, he knows that."

"Yeah, but still, we're taking a risk." Carmen can feel your breath fanning over his skin as you speak and as if on instinct, he holds you tighter.

"He doesn't know anything." his voice comes as a tired mumble, and he doesn't think he'll be able to keep himself awake for much longer. He's so much calmer when he's with you. You make it easier for him to relax.

"He gonna know something at some point." there's a sigh that leaves you with the words "We just can't keep doing this."

That makes Carmy's heart skip a beat and he sits up slowly, you following suit. He turns to face you, legs crossed under the covers. "So, you wanna give up on us?" He's worried you'll say yes, that he'll have to let you go, the one good thing he has right now slipping between his fingers like water running over his skin.

"I don't want to give up on us." his voice comes quiet but strong as he takes your hands in his own, trying to convince you to stay before you've even thought of leaving him.

"I don't want to give up Carm," Your hand squeezes his own in a sweet kind of reassurance. "We just can't keep messing around at work. Don't treat me differently, don't kiss me when we think no one's watching. We're gonna get caught if we keep this up, you know."

There's a silence between you, something of disappointment hanging in the air at the concept of no exhilarating make-outs in the storeroom, or out the back of the beef when things are quiet. "Yeah, I get it." Carmy pauses, his thumb running back and forth over your knuckles. "Do you think we should just come out with it?" His question is sincere, genuine but even in the darkness, he can see the hesitancy in your eyes. "But I don't want you to freak out if you don't want to." He adds the last part on quickly, hoping your panic might subside.

"Can we just see how tomorrow goes?" your brows are furrowed, and Camry can see it even with the absence of light. He brings a hand up, uses his thumb to smooth out the creases between your eyebrows as he nods.

"Sure, baby." with that he pulls you in, arms enveloping you and as lays back down, hoping things will all work out.

The next day Richie is back at it again, though he's noticed some changes already. He watches with eagle eyes, examining the way Carmen will reach for you out of instinct before he pulls back as if suddenly aware of personal space. Carmen still seeks you out during family, Richie notes, though you don't make as much eye contact, and there aren't as many gentle grazes of hands and knees underneath the table.

For a second Richie thinks he might have broken something, but then he remembers who he is, and he can't help but smile at the awkwardness. He can see through it, just how badly Carmy wants to be beside you at every second, and the glances you send his way aren't in any way subtle either.

"Hey," Richie settles himself beside Carmy as the man smokes a cigarette just outside the beef, nudging Carmy's shoulder roughly with his own. "You in the dog box, huh?"

Carmy looks more than confused, brows raised as he blows out smoke, "What?"

Richie nods back toward the door of the restaurant, watching closely to see his friend's reaction as he speaks. "Your little girlfriend mad at you or something?" he's testing the waters, and it's working by Richie's standards, Carmen's shoulders tensing.

"Girlfri—, cousin what—What girlfriend?"

Richie mouths your name, his smirk growing ever wider, though he tries to act as inconspicuous as possible. It's not working though because he finds too much humour in Carmen's relationship with you. He can see how the two of you would work but keeps thinking back to when he'd caught you both in action. He can't quite believe just how much the both of you can change when you need some relief.

Carmen mutters your name a few times, trying to process with his eyes locked on Richie's "What, no we're not a thing, Cousin. Friends, we're friends" he's stuttering a little, but acts as though it means nothing at all, and Richie lets out a small laugh, snatching the cigarette from Carmy's fingers to take a breath of it himself.

"Well, your friend has been distant today, hasn't she? So, what'd you do Cousin?"

"I didn't do shit Richie, fuck off."

To that, Richie calls bullshit, as Carmy takes his cigarette back. "Look man, I'm not judging. I've been in the dog box more than once with Tif—shit that's why I'm here right now." He nudges Carmen's shoulder again, looking out toward the street. "There's no shame in fucking up love bro."

"Love?" Carmen sounds shocked, and Richie bets that if he turned to face him, he would see the wide blue eyes of the Berzatto boiling with confusion. "What the fuck does love have to do with any of this?"

It's crazy to think that Carmen himself might not see it, though Richie is sure that he does. Carmen is hiding the fact that he's been making out with you in the storeroom, sure, but Richie doubts that the man has ever been able to hide just how in love he is with you. Even before he'd caught the both of you tangled in each other Richie swore he could see the deep affection within his close friend. He'd thought it was a platonic kind of feeling, a protective love that a companion would give to someone they cared for, but now Richie knows it's more.

"Carm, she's fucked you up bad, hasn't she?" he pats the man on the back before he stands, disappearing back inside the beef. He hears Carmy shout a 'the fuck's that s'posed to mean?' and he laughs it off as he leaves, heading next for you, to see how far he can push his suggestions.

"So, Carmy." Richie is leaning up against the stove, a dangerous task considering the elements are on and cooking yet another meal. "You mad at him or something?"

You look up briefly from your work, and Richie has to admit you have a better poker face than so many others he's tried to fool.

"No, I'm not mad at anyone." You're chopping up garlic with expert skill, and you seem so calm, though Richie notices your movements falter when he speaks again.

"Really? Cause' you seemed all over him the other day, and now? I dunno, different vibe I guess." He's acting preoccupied, but he's not doing it particularly well, and he's sure you see right through him, but he sees right through you just the same.

"I'm not mad at him Richie." you wipe the excess garlic from your knife with a gloved finger, before moving onto your next task, Richie following behind you.

"So, you admit you were all over him?" He's got one eyebrow raised in question and he's so close to spilling everything he knows, but he wants to know how far you'll go to lie for what you have with Carmy.

You shake your head, and though Richie can't see your face he knows you're panicking just a little. "I didn't admit anything, Richie. You're fucking insane."

"Oh yeah, sure you didn't." He's teasing you and he knows he's so far underneath your skin that you can't possibly reach him without slipping up.

"Fuck off." you're trying to outrun him it seems, knowing that he's behind you asking questions makes you work faster as if to escape the assault.

"Defensive? Got something to hide?" He knows he's gone past the point of joking now and that it has to be obvious that he knows something if not everything.

"Cousin," Suddenly Carmy has come to the rescue as if he can sense your distress from across the kitchen, and Richie catches the warning look you give him. "Stop bothering my chef and get back to work."

Richie scoffs, arms folding over his chest in mock disbelief. "Your chef? She's your chef now?"

"Yes, Cousin," At some point Carmy has stepped in front of you, and the protective stance is doing nothing to kill the rumours Richie is trying to start. "She's my chef, I employ her, I pay her—"

"And you fuck her too." Richie finishes, and the look on both your and Carmy's faces is what he would deem to be priceless. "Yeah, I saw you two the other day, hot and heavy with the fucking frozen beef stock," he says it so matter of factly and the heads of everyone else in the kitchen seem to turn, staring wide-eyed.

"You two are doing it?" it's Tina, holding her ladle mid-way to her mouth as though she was about to taste her sauce not a moment before the announcement.

Carmy watches you shrink into yourself, the embarrassment creeping in and he shakes his head. This wasn't how you'd planned to do this, in fact, you hadn't planned to tell any of them yet at all, but the world, and Richie had other plans.

"We're not just doing it," Carmy shouts, loud enough to alert everyone in the kitchen who has their ears straining to hear. "And I would appreciate it if we didn't over-simplify things."

"Well, then what is going on?" it's Ebra, shouting from over a shelf with Fak by his side, trying to act as though he isn't invested in this turn of events.

Carmy looks to you for permission, and you nod because there really is no avoiding this anymore.

"I don't want any of you to make a big deal out of this," Carmy begins, moving back to take your hand in his own. "But this is my fucking girlfriend alright?" he gestures to you just to make a point of it, before moving on. "Now get the fuck back to work."

There's a loud cheer from Fak, who has a wide grin plastered over his features, hands clapping like an amused child. "I knew it, I knew it."

"You didn't know shit, Neil." Richie comments, practically spitting the words back at the man. He's cut off from saying anything else though when Carmy hits him in the gut, hard and fast. Richie wheezes, doubling over and giving Carmy the perfect chance to scold him.

"You're a fucking asshole, Cousin." he's mad, and the emotion is radiating off of him in waves, though the feeling is solely focused on Richie, and he can't deny that the heaviness in Carmy's words makes him a little nervous, though he acts as though it doesn't.

"Yeah, yeah, I wasn't the one slacking off work to get all touchy-feely with my girl." the statement might have had impact if not for the fact Carmen had already walked away, pulling you outside before anyone else could say a word.

"You okay?" Carmy has his hands on your shoulders, squeezing with a kind of reassurance he has found he can only give to you and though you find it a little hard to breathe, there's a sort of relief there too.

"Yeah," your voice comes as a mutter, and the fresh air on your skin holds you close, just as Carmy brings you into his own embrace.

"I know you didn't wanna tell anybody. I'm sorry—" he pauses, placing a kiss on your hair, relishing in the feeling of your arms around him and your hands splayed out across his back. "I know I make things hard, shit I'm not the best person to do this with but, you know I love you right?" He's a hopeless mess, and the sound of his voice, the words he's saying seem to echo through the bustling streets.

"Carmy," looking up at him is like an illusion, he's like a figure of your imagination, art your mind created to give you peace. "You are the only person I would ever want to do this with—this love thing, I wouldn't do it without you."

Everything you say is true, and Carmy tries to soak up every word like a sponge. He wants to write it all down, he wants to ask you to say it again. But he doesn't. He just kisses you, soft and sweet, and tries to memorise the way you smile against his lips, sharing laughter with him as everything sinks in.

The secret's out, but something about it is just as thrilling as when you were hiding it all, and for the first time in a while Carmen is properly excited about what is to come.

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SNOWFLAKES IN MY STOMACH WHEN WE'RE KISSING

summary - spending the holidays with jake's family isn't always smooth sailing, but little else matters when you're grossly in love. (also - jake dresses up as santa for his nieces and nephews, you're real into it.) pairing - jake seresin x (fem!)reader word count - 2.7k rating - nsfw content, 18+, mdni! content warnings & tags - no use of (y/n) / mostly fluff / jake being super in love / jake's family celebrates christmas / very brief angst / me being incapable of giving jake a good childhood / brief mention of childhood abuse / swearing / alcohol consumption / dash of smut / fingering / lmk if i missed anything! a/n: a little belated christmas one shot for you all. reblogs, comments, and likes super appreciated! TOP GUN MASTERLIST / LIBRARY BLOG

Heat audibly blasts through the vents, the entire house sweltering. A solid summer day indoors. His mother won’t even let anyone touch the thermostat. In her defense, she grew up without a lick of snow on the ground and now it’s fifteen degrees in December, a real white Christmas.

Which isn’t exactly ideal for Jake considering he’s been roped into wearing a Santa suit for his young nieces and nephews. The suit is all red polyester—the least breathable material known to man—and thick faux fur cuffs. It’s causing him to start perspiring where sweat simply shouldn't be, his white undershirt clinging to his back and his crack.

“It’s too goddamn hot in this thing.”

Unbuttoning the jacket, he airs it out, the relief near immediate. 

Over his shoulder, he catches sight of you lounging on the guest bed—the one his mother oddly insisted that you could share—odd because that’s been a hard and fast rule for all the non-married seresin kids since his older sister began dating.

When she’d pointed him to the room, he’d paused, waiting for her to tell him which room would be yours, separately. Exactly like the sole previous time a girlfriend had stayed the night, way back in college, he figured you’d be placed in the room past his parents so no premarital shenanigans would occur. When that moment didn’t come, he’d stood there stupefied till you bumped his hip, nodding in the direction of the room.

Then he found out that with his brother and sister, their spouses and kids, and a few stray cousins and aunts staying, every other room was already occupied tenfold when he showed up with you in tow. 

He wasn’t sure if he would actually come down until a few days before, on the fence about spending so much time packed together with his family. But you’d volunteered to go along with him, meeting everyone besides his mother for the first time. Offering yourself up as a buffer.

It gives him pause less and less, just how much you care about him. Warmth spreads through him at the memory.

He was thankful that you had a bunch of airline credit banked, otherwise booking so late during the peak holiday season flights would’ve cost an arm and a leg.

Your feet kick back and forth as your eyes drag up his back, not put off in the slightest by his melting-like-frosty-the-snowman state, meeting his gaze with a heat you don’t attempt to hide. His irritation at the outfit dispels at your attention, melting away into something far sweeter.

“Is this doing it for you?”

“Oh,” your voice strained, “yeah, absolutely.”

And while there’s a bit of humor to the whole situation, what with the whole ‘being dressed as Old Saint Nick’ thing, your attraction to him isn’t a joke in the slightest. Sweaty, sunburned, exhausted. You seem to take a liking to any form Jake comes in. 

You continue, twirling your finger in a slow, instructive circle, humor alighting in your eyes, “Do a little twirl for me, baby.”

He laughs but gives in to your borderline indecent direction, turning steadily on his heel. He does a slow three-sixty, letting the jacket fall to his waist so your eyes can freely roam. Turning back to you, he takes you in the sight of you before he closes the gap, crawling over you to give you a kiss.

Things are so simple with you, you never make him work for your affection, it’s always present, even in your teasing. He doesn’t feel that pang of being inadequate that his father instilled in him when he was young—the pang that he let drive him for far too long into his adulthood. He can breathe right around you, loosen his tongue, soften his words. He can be a good man, not just a good pilot.

He loves you. You love him. Everything is right in the world.

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The kids love the whole theatrics of him dressing up like Santa, faux beard, and all. He answers their inquiries into whether or not he’s their uncle Jake with a falsely grandiose tone, handing them their presents—you’re not sure if they fully buy into it, but they all seem to be having fun.

Sipping on a mug of coffee, warm in your palms, you watch him from afar as he juggles holding two of his nieces, one dangling off of his arm like it's a monkey bar and the other calmly being held on his hip.

Ainsley and Avery—without judgment, you wonder what the reasoning is to name all your kids with the same first letter, like Pokemon evolutions.

“He’s always been good with them. Kids.”

Ah, the dreaded (potential) future mother-in-law ambushing you about kids part of the day. You had that penciled in for sometime around… now, generally. You look over at her. She looks back at you with a familiar glint in her eye. God, Jake looks just like her, same straight nose and dimpled smile and hooded eyes.

Mae doesn’t mean any ill will. You’re aware. But it all still settles ominously on your shoulders. The breadth of the unknown, what the future could hold, kids or not—whether or not you and Jake will even get that far, you hope so.

You nod slowly, calmly noting, “That’s not surprising.”

You see the way he is with them, how much they adore him. It’s a nice picture. But you're both still undecided on whether that’s one that you want of your own.

She seems to detect that you’re not going to humor her about the subject, dropping it. She looks at your empty mug, “Do you want a refill?”

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You casually gesture to the sprig taped to the doorjamb above you, “Is that what you were up to earlier?”

You note the little red berries, the toothed leaves, and the bush-like appearance.

“Maybe.” With a self-satisfied smile, he shrugs. His large palms grip at your waist, gently pushing you against the doorway.

You scratch at your cheek. “You know that’s not mistletoe, right?”

Holly. It's a frequent mistake, mostly from movies that wanted something to hang with a little more visual pop than actual mistletoe. He sighs, head falling back as he glares up at the traitorous plant. You’d never pass up the chance to poke a little fun at him, but now you want to bring the smile back to his face.

You poke at his side, bringing those pretty green eyes back to you, “But I suppose I can spare a kiss regardless.”

A smile creeps onto his face, warmth clear in his gaze. He leans his weight into you, not enough to crush but enough to let you feel all of him. Tilting his head, his voice drops as he questions, “Oh, will you make an exception? Bend the rules? For little ‘ol me?”

Breathing the same air, his nose nearly brushes yours. Everything but him, every sound and sight is extraneous—it all just turns to static.

You hum in agreement, “For you.” You brush the pads of your fingers along his cheekbone,  intentionally gentle, enjoying the way his lashes flutter at the gesture. “Now give me a kiss.”

Like the ever-dutiful soldier he is, he dips his head in assent, “Yes, ma’am.”

He takes the green light, gently molding his mouth to yours.

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His sixteen-year-old nephew, Sam, heckles him across the dinner table, quietly calling him a “fucking simp” as he hands you a refill of eggnog with a quick peck—that becomes two or three at his insistence, his lips chasing yours. His tone isn’t cruel, just an attempt at embarrassing his uncle.

He gets a smack upside the head from his dad—Jake’s older brother, Matt—for the language at the table, quick and sharp. Recycled material from their own childhoods. He tries to suppress the instinctual flinch, annoyance burning in his chest at how years later his heart is still sent racing. Jake wonders if he too, will become like their father. If it’s unavoidable. Something built into him. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree with his brother.

He knows that he has the capacity for cruelty in him and though it doesn't come as quickly these days, he still has to make an active effort to not be a dick sometimes, especially with Bradshaw.

And then, a hand, warm and stabilizing, slides across his thigh, squeezing tenderly. His eyes bounce around the table, everyone pointedly looking at their plates, just like when they were young and his father thought that one of them needed corporal punishment for acting like a kid. 

Except for you, whose eyes are focused on Jake with so much understanding that he can’t help but knock his boot into his brothers.

“Don't do that shit.”

A tense moment follows. The clatter of forks stop, drinks pause at lips, and everyone’s eyes plant on him, perplexed that it’s been acknowledged in the slightest. Matt levels a stare back at him, and he wonders if he’s going to hear their dad’s signature line come out of his brother’s mouth—don’t tell me how to discipline my kids—leveled at anyone who ever expressed concern for the way their father treated them, teachers, other parents, their own mom.

His brother is the one to blink first, dropping his eyes down to his plate as he stabs at a piece of asparagus. The festivities resume around them. Quieter. 

It’s not a real acknowledgment. But he’s drawn a line in the sand.

Sam continues looking at him for a few more moments. He wonders if his nephew knows just how similar their childhoods were, why his father is the way that he is. Not that it would make it better, but it might help him to know that it’s not him, some fault of his own. 

Jake always thought that it was him. He knows a little better now.

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After all the kids have been bundled up in beds and the adults break out the liquor, it doesn't take long for Jake to crash. Sprawled on the couch next to you, his arm draped around your shoulder becomes less of a pleasant weight and more of a log hanging around your neck. 

You tap his stomach, softer and less-toned after the holidays—at your insistence that he actually eats some sugar for once and doesn’t, under any circumstances, wake you up at five am during your vacation so he can go for a run. You’re glad that he’s taken the threat seriously, that he’s taking it easy and actually relaxing while you’re here. He grumbles at your touch but barely stirs, about eighty percent tired, twenty-percent drunk.

“Christ, when did he become such a lightweight?” His brother directs his jibe disguised as a question to you.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh, standing up. You pat his thigh, holding your hands out. “Up and at ‘em, lieutenant.”

His eyes peel open at the use of his rank. Blinking awake, he flops his hands into yours, not taking a strong grip. You're thankful for the fact that he barely relies on you to help himself stand, swaying minorly as he does so. You’re not particularly eager to see what’d happen if you had to haul all two hundred pounds of Jake upright on your own.

You both trod up the stairs. His hand caressing the silver tinsel wrapped around the banister as you go, the Christmas lights hung from it setting the staircase in a warm glow. With your arm looped around his waist and his looped around yours, you make slow progress towards the room at the end of the hall.

He toes off his boots as you shut the door to the bedroom, flopping backward onto the bed. Eyes fluttering sleepily, a hint of a smile on his face, he sighs out a breath. Voicing his inner thoughts aloud, his voice is gentle, “I'm so happy.”

The statement settles sweetly in the air.

Taking hold of your hand, he pulls you on top of him. His eyes heavy, he isn’t particularly conscientious about where you’re going to land, so you have to catch yourself before you knee him in the dick. Straddling him, you find your place in his lap. Affection, as it always does, blooms in your chest at the sight of him.

“Are you as happy as I am?” His question is gently curious, none of his old insecurity laced through.

You slowly nod, hands smoothing over his chest as you lean over him. “Yeah, I really am.”

Under your palms, you can feel him huff a pleased sigh.

Large hands land on your thighs, smoothing up and down the bare skin under the hem of your skirt. His eyes roam over your figure, from your legs, your waist, your chest, finally landing on your face, “You look so pretty. Have I told you that?”

Suppressing your smile, you squint as you tilt your head, imitating deep thought. You hum, “Mm, about twenty times today.”

“I think you could stand to hear it one more time.” He sits up on his elbows with surprising swiftness, his nose brushing along your cheek before his lips settle next to your ear, “You are so pretty.”

He pulls back just enough to kiss you, lips gliding softly over yours. He tastes like rum and vanilla. Under you, you feel him grow half hard. It’s one of the things that you never really expected from him, just how needy of a drunk he is.

He slips his tongue into your mouth, large palms squeezing at your hips as he guides you to rock over him. His breaths mingle with your own as he pulls back, panting, “You wet for me?”

Rucking up your skirt past your hips, his hand slips into your underwear and he swipes two fingers through the wetness collected there before you can—for the sake of his sleep schedule—gently turn him down. You fold over him, smothering your moan into his shoulder as he pushes in, his palm immediately harshly grinding against your clit. With your own buzz sliding through your body, you melt into the pleasure, task entirely forgotten. 

Burning heat spreads through your core, your cunt clamping down around his fingers. It’s so good—it’s always this way, like he’s read the manual on your body.  Slick sounds echo in the otherwise quiet room; your gut twists, high building.

Just as you're about to fall over the edge his movements slow, and the peak he was working you to begins to dissipate. But you're left on the edge as his brain seems to intermittently connect to its previous task, working over your pulsing clit. Your hips kick into his palm, the not quite enough stimulation tortuous. You try to roll off of him, but the arm around your back stays put. He grumbles for a moment. You nearly yelp at a shift of his palm shoots electricity up your spine.

You shake his shoulder, “Jake, Jake.”

“Mm,” he hums, “no, no.” He blinks himself only half-awake, eyes still drooping, “Second wind.”

You reach behind your back, sliding his arm from around you, pressing it to his chest. You draw his hand out from under you, the drag of his fingers sending waves of heat through you. Pressing a kiss under his jaw, you whisper, “Go to sleep.”

Eyes still closed he slides the fingers that were just inside you past his lips, casually cleaning your arousal off them. You have to pretend like that doesn't make your cunt pulse with need. He rolls onto his side, then mumbles into the pillow, “Fine, but I’m going to rock your world in the morning.”

You pat his stomach, placating him—sure that in the morning he’ll remember that he’s surrounded by his parents, siblings, and their offspring, that the walls are a little too thin for what he wants to do to you.

You collapse on the bed beside him, already nodding off.

You're proven wrong in the morning. He sends you over the edge twice with his head trapped between your thighs and his palm sealed over your mouth. And at breakfast, you have to play off the flush he carries as the AC putting out too much heat, smiles barely suppressed.

e/n: thank you for reading!

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Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight ?

( eddie munson x reader )

in which you haven't played Dungeons and Dragons in years, you definitely got the wrong date for your rehearsal, and Eddie Munson will never let you live down your middle school talent show performance.

content warnings mild cursing, hints towards drug use, and a lot of shakespeare.

a /n : so i am in love with eddie munson and i couldn't get this idea out of my head so i wrote it! ( i would definitely turn this into a small series if anyone wants it? ) a lot more stranger things fics coming, my brain is on an absolute high from this season-

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You could have sworn the calendar said tonight was a rehearsal, after school, at five in the auditorium. And maybe you should have come to the conclusion you were wrong when all the lights down the hallway were off and only a faint glow emerged from the open door of the small auditorium. Maybe that’s when you should have stopped walking, headed out and called your friend to double-check, and just head home. But your curiosity was peaked and it would eat at you if you did not appease it.

Walking closer to the door you began to hesitate, you felt the pace at which you walked slow as if some sort of tar had appeared on the ground the closer you got. Gripping the door frame, you peered inside. Definitely not a rehearsal day. A long tackle took up most of the space, set pieces from your show moved towards the back of the stage, and the stage lights dimmed to blues and reds and greens to set some sort of ambiance. Seeing no one there you continued to walk in, taking the steps up the sides of the stage to get closer to the table. A board, a few dice ranging in sides, an open notebook blocked by a folder, little figures placed in different spots on the board, and a grand throne sat at the head of the table. The same one used in last year's play, you had sat in it. You smiled at the memory as you ran your hand over its intricate details carved into it by some students in the other art classes.

“I think you are in the wrong place,” you practically jumped out of your skin at the voice turning to see the boy leaning against the door to the theatre. “Unless Hawkins High Theatre Star has a sudden interest in the intricate world that is Dungeons and Dragons.”

“So that’s what this is,” you said, mostly to yourself, as you glanced back at the board, before looking back up towards the boy. “I haven't seen one of these boards in forever.”

“I was joking… you play?” he asked, the look of clear confusion on his face and in his voice as he made his way towards the stage.

“Yeah, well, I used to,” you explained, rolling one of the dice around in your hand. “My cousin is like the biggest nerd on the planet and used to bring his board over during Christmas dinner and make all our cousins play a small campaign. I was always an elf princess named Samantha who was tired of her life of royalty. They stopped coming after everything started happening in Hawkins these past couple of years.”

“An elf princess?” a stifled laugh following his words.

“Hey! I thought it was cool at the time,” you countered, a smile growing on your face you hadn't even registered until that moment. “We thought we were so cool. I mean, it was cool, making up stories and pretending to be different people for a little bit. My mind was blown!”

The boy had this sort of awestricken look on his face when you looked up at him, some sort of trance that had caught his tongue in his mouth as he just stared. You were never too great at eye contact, averting your gaze back to the board.

“I didn’t know there was a D&D club,” you added, trying to break the growing tension in the theatre.

“Yeah, uh, yeah last one before the break,” The trance was finally broken, and yet the tension did not leave, remaining like a thick blanket over the two of you. “You interested?”

“What?”

“Well, I just thought that you were here because-”

“Oh! Oh no, I just, I thought we had a rehearsal today. I guess I was wrong…just a mix-up,” not a single person would be able to miss the way in which the boy seemed to deflate.

“Oh, yeah, no duh,” he said, trying to straighten himself up, running a hand through his unruly hair. You couldn’t help but notice how it fit him so well. “I forgot the spring play was coming up.”

“You know about it?” you asked, now your turn to be surprised. No one really cared about the shows, too busy at sporting events or whatever they deemed more important and enjoyable on their weekends. You guess you didn’t really blame them. “I guess I just don’t know a lot people who actually care to keep up with that sort of thing.”

“I mean, Dungeons and Dragons isn’t so different from theatre,” he offered, though even he looked uncertain by his explanation, your eyebrow quirking at his comment as he continued. “You play a character, tell a story, escape the real world outside for a while as you pretend to be someone else entirely, you know?”

Silence met the room, “Was that as stupid as I thought it sounded?”

“No!” you almost yelled, before taking a deep breath. “No, it made sense. You're right, they aren’t that different. Maybe that’s why I liked it so much?”

Another silence fell over the room as if you two had run out of things to say. You didn’t, you just weren’t sure what to say next. He was funny and interesting, and a little odd but in a charming kind of way. You had seen him before, always trying to piss the basketball team off in the cafeteria, or had heard the rumors of the drugs he had been selling to some kid in your show. Or at the middle school talent show with his band, him absolutely shredding his guitar like there was tomorrow, and he wasn't just in the cafeteria. He was different, different than what growing up in Hawkins usually produced and that’s what interested you most of all.

“You were the girl who did the Shakespeare monologue at the middle school talent show, weren't you?” He spoke up, as if it was a question he had been waiting to ask, one that caught you off guard. You had hoped everyone forgot, you knew everyone hadn't, and you got made fun of it for weeks after. While some kids danced or sang or played piano, you had decided to do a reciting of a monologue from Shakespeare's, Othello. “You remember that?” you had to ask, running a hand over your face, a grain escaping you, unable to look at the boy in front of you.

“How could I not, you were-”

“Bad, embarrassing, a little too passionate about Shakespeare?”

“No,” he said, all amusement leaving his face for a slight second as if he was serious. “No, you were good. Not many seventh graders can say they understand Shakespeare. And I mean, I had no idea what you were saying, but I could tell you did… and I thought that was cool, defiantly different. Like you were speaking some entirely different language.”

“Then let them use us well: else let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us so,” you mockingly recited in your worst Shakespearian accent. “I am never living that down am I?”

“Probably not,” he admitted honestly.

“My fault for thinking the students at Hawkins Middle would be interested in a Shakespeare monologue,” a laugh escaping you at how ridiculous it sounded. “My mom did not do me any justice by encouraging it. But thank you, for you know, thinking it was good.”

“Just being honest,” he said. “I mean, you're still like crazy talented! I see like all the shows.”

And you were once again caught off guard, surprised, you needed to start keeping track of how many times it would happen within the time with the boy, “You do?”

“Shit, that sounds weird, I didn't mean it-”

“No, no it's sweet, I just didn’t think it really was your scene,” your turn to interrupt him.

“Kinda comes with the whole terms and conditions of using this room,” he explained. “Your teacher said we could use it if I came and saw all the shows with the club…no one else really would let us use their space so I just agreed.”

“That sounds like her,” you laughed, your drama teacher was the definition of what came to mind when one thought of a drama teacher. And any chance she could talk someone into seeing the shows, even if it was slightly against their will, she would.

“They are good though, so I don’t really mind,” he said. “What’s the next one? The one you had rehearsal for?”

“Oh, uh it's this modern take on, “As You Like It” by William Shakespeare, set in a roller skating rink and everyone is on skates,” you sounded crazy saying it, he stared in some sort of amusement that he wasn't sure if he could openly express. “You can laugh, it's weird, I know.”

“Let's just say my curiosity is piqued,” he admitted. “I'm interested, a little confused, maybe the tiniest concerned, but interested. Got a preview for me?”

A laugh involuntarily escaped you as he lounged back into the throne, kicking his legs up onto the table. Gesturing his hand towards the middle of the stage for you to begin, you hesitated for a second before realizing he was not joking. Or maybe he was, waiting to humiliate you for something you loved, but he was not that kind of person, you knew that from the minute he walked into the room.

“Okay, uh, let me think,” you thought, searching your mind for any singular line from the show, and with a deep breath you started, never having had someone other than your theatre watch you so closely, so unrehearsed. “Me believe it? You may as soon make her that you love believe it, which I warrant she is apter to do than to confess she does. That is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the trees wherein Rosalind is so admired?”

And before you could start again he began to speak, and you were caught off guard… again, “I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he.”

“What are you doing-”

“I am pretty sure that’s not the next line,” he cut in. “I thought you were the expert?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, not entirely sure what was happening, but a giddy kind of churning had not stopped in your stomach and it took more power than you would ever like to admit to suppress the growing smile on your face.

So you continued, albeit hesitantly, “​​But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?”

“Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.”

“Love is merely a madness” you finished, as he began to clap, a slow dramatic kind of clap, you playing along taking a few bows. “You know Shakespeare? Like really know Shakespeare?”

“I don’t know, some girl in my middle school talent show got me kinda interested,” he said as if it was something one could say so nonchalantly. “I dabble here and there. A little bit of comedy, a few tragedies in there.”

You just smiled, you couldn’t help it, it was impossible to stop. “You are good! Oh my gosh!”

“Hey hey, I am not that good,” he tried to counter.

“Yes, you are! You should audition or something you would be insane,” you continued. “My teacher would love you, we have-”

“I don’t know if that’s really my scene,” he stopped you, standing from the chair and making his way over to you. “I am more of an audience kind of guy. Where you, you are like made for that stage, I mean look at you, you probably have the whole audience in love with you in the first few seconds.”

“Shut up,” you groaned out.

“What? I mean it! I mean, ‘Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?’, right?” he quoted, like it was second nature.

“Yeah, yeah I guess so,” you replied at a sort of loss for words, a smile shared between the two of you, a soft one, one of mutual understanding.

The sound of voices coming from down the hall woke you both from whatever Shakespearean trance had caught hold of you.

“I should probably get going, your club is starting soon I am guessing,” you speak up, looking anywhere else but the boy. “Thanks for sharing your knowledge of Shakespeare with another Shakespeare lover.”

“Yeah, anytime,” he replied, a soft smile still covering his face, as you grabbed your stuff and began to walk out back through the audience of the auditorium.

“Hey!” he called, causing you to turn around. “We are missing one of our players tonight if you, you know, wanted to give D&D a try again?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I haven’t played in a long time, I wouldn’t want to hold you guys back-”

“They won’t be here for a while, I wouldn’t mind teaching you,” he offered. “Give you a little crash course. You know I am pretty knowledgeable about things other than Shakespeare as well? We could revamp Samantha the elf princess? What’d you say?”

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at yourself and where you had ended up that Friday night, shrugging, “Okay!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, throwing your backpack into one of the auditorium chairs, and racing back up to the stage.

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RUMOR HAS IT

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC

Song: N/A

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PART TWO

PART THREE

Isobel and Drew had always known each other, from when they were kids up until now as seniors in college. They weren’t close friends, but they hung out more than acquaintances would. Their fathers were business partners so if they weren’t seeing each other at school they would cross paths on holidays.

The two were practically family, like distant cousins that you saw from time to time and enjoyed their company every once in while. If they did find themselves hanging out it would always be Drew’s doing. He would randomly text her to come chill with his friends at his fraternity house, and depending on the day Isobel would accept his offer and bring her friends along.

It was nice that he thought of her, which made being friends with a guy that would normally repulse her easier than one would think. When they would run into each other on campus and he insisted on walking with her because he was going the same way she got stares. Mainly from the sorority girls and cheerleaders that knew of Drew or were intimate with him given the few death glares she’d received.

Despite them obviously having the most platonic of relationships, people still liked to assume otherwise. Drew either ignored it or wasn’t aware of the chatter while Isobel endured the public scrutiny from a coupling she wasn’t even in. She envied that about Drew, how carefree and confident he was while she worried what everyone else was thinking.

Isobel hadn’t actually seen Drew in a good four weeks, sure he’d invited her to his party two weeks ago but they’d only seen each other in passing—besides that they hadn’t shared more than a word. It was now dead week and he wanted to study together saying her work ethic would help him concentrate more.

She’d resisted some, telling him she didn’t have transportation to meet him anywhere to which he remedied that problem by suggesting he just come over to her place. Not wanting to just flat out reject his request for a study session, she agreed.

Isobel stared out of her bedroom window with a blank expression waiting to see his expensive car pull into the parking lot of her apartment building. It was hard to miss compared to the other tenants that lived there that didn’t have billionaires as dads. Isobel didn’t drive so she didn’t have a hunk of the finest of metal to stick out like a sore thumb.

Her phone began to ring before she could zone out out while looking through the glass, Drew’s name sliding across the screen. “Hello?”

“Hey.” his deep voice rasped through the phone, so grainy the palm of her hand tingled from the vibration of her phone against it.

He was rustling around on his end as she waited for an explanation for his call that didn’t seem like was coming. Isobel bit her lip, waiting a few more seconds to see if he spoke but was still met with the sound of sporadic movement on the other end.

“Is everything alright, Drew?” She questioned, slightly concerned but also remembering his calm greeting when she answered. “Oh, yeah sorry I just wanted to ask if you drank coffee?” He finally spoke with a chuckle.

He always did shit like this, starting a task while he’s already doing something else and forgetting about one of the two things. His father hated that about him, but he couldn’t help his short attention span. From what I could grasp he seemed to have the ability to put the appropriate amount of attention on what peaked his interest at the moment, in that case he had no trouble focusing.

“Yes, but not usually at this time of day.” She answers as she looked at the clock on the tv stand.

“Well make an exception for me, come open the door.”

Drew’s voice penetrated the wooden barrier, shocking Isobel at his arrival. She hadn’t seen his car pull into the parking lot and still didn’t see it in any of the spots in front of the building. She’d looked away from the window once and he’d somehow spawned at her apartment door, but funny enough that’s how it always was with him, Drew just popping up in places to her surprise.

When she swung the door open one hand was holding a drink carrier with two ice coffees and the other a laptop, phone, and car keys. “Oh my gosh, Drew let me help you.” She exclaimed, rushing to his aid.

He sighed in relief, handing her the coffees with an appreciative smile like he wasn’t the one who bought the beverages. “Thanks Izzy.”

She moved to the side bringing the carrier to her chest so he could step in just as some girls came up the steps staring as the big man on campus entered her apartment. Isobel couldn’t help but notice their whispers as they threw her a fake smile and walked into their place, “I told you that was him.” She caught the blonde ones last words before the door slammed.

And just like that more rumors would spread, the first time they’d hung out in a month just to study and now people were making even more false narratives. Isobel rolled her eyes with a huff, letting the door close behind her as she walked into the living room with a frown.

“What’s wrong, Is? I bet that sweet ass coffee can make it better.” His lips curled into a smirk that immediately fell when she didn’t laugh as expected. “Nothing.” She lies not wanting to bring up something that would seem so minuscule to him.

Drew didn’t often see her upset and he wasn’t sure he liked the sight. It was obvious something was bothering her as it was written all over her face, caught in her furrowed eyebrows and he wanted more than anything at the moment to figure out why.

He wasn’t sure he would be able to focus on anything else until he did.

“You’re an awful liar tell me now.” Drew insisted, his pink lips in a straight line with a serious look on his face.

She sighed as her shoulders dropped signaling she was relenting which pleased Drew, it was one of the things he enjoyed about Isobel. She wasn’t a difficult person and therefore she was easy to be friends with. Isobel was a low maintenance type of girl which made him want to keep her around even more. Not because she was just good company, but because he felt the need to know she was good if he had anything to do with it which wasn’t often but when they were partying at the same place he was always on the lookout.

“My neighbors think we’re fucking along with every other breathing soul on campus.” Isobel admitted as she slumped into the cushion at the other end of the sofa.

She frowned when his eyebrows raised and a slight smiled etched on the right side of his mouth. The exact reason she didn’t want to confide in him written all over his annoying face. They weren’t even that good of friends for god’s sake and he was having this much of an effect on her life.

“But we’re not.” Drew stated nonchalantly as if it weren’t already obvious, but his tone was strange. Like he’d never thought of the two in that light before and it was the only way he could respond because he didn’t know any better and neither did Isobel. “Is it not the most ridiculous shit ever?” She groaned, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Ridiculous wouldn’t be my word of choice to describe us fucking, but you know we’re not fucking right?” He asked fully turning his body towards her.

“Right.”

“So who gives a shit, let them assume all they want.” Drew counters staring her straight into the eyes to make sure she was listening and actually taking his advice, he didn’t want shit she couldn’t control upsetting her. He liked having her around no matter how distant they could be and some petty rumors weren’t going to change anything. “And if anyone is giving you problems let me know, I know those lame as cheerleaders that live across the hall.”

Isobel’s ears quirked at his words not sure what him knowing them meant but judging by his coarse language towards them it didn’t go much past him just being aware of their existence.

“No, Drew, it’s not that deep the whole thing is just so stupid, the rumor holds no weight, I mean I’m not even remotely your type.” Isobel rambled on, unknowingly peaking the boys interest with her assumption.

Drew wanted to tell the girl that she was wrong, immediately shut that notion down she had in her head but then again he didn’t know if she was right either. He’d never looked at Isobel that way, sure anyone with eyes knew she was beyond pretty, but Drew never stared long enough for any type of reaction to happen within his body like he did other girls.

He’d known her for the better part of his life and had never taken a moment to look at her as more than a friend. There had been nothing in his brain that prompted him to do so as if their story was a plot that consisted of two friends that strictly hung out on occasion.

But now there was an itch present that was nudging him to write between the lines. He wasn’t sure he was into ruining their friendship but he didn’t mind dancing around the idea a bit.

“Says who?” He squints at her failing to stop the smirk on his lips, his voice is demeaning wanting to make her feel stupid for assuming such a thing, though he’d never shown her otherwise.

“No one I guess, but I’m just saying guys like you have never seemed interested in me so I just thought-“ She trailed off as Drew narrowed his stare even more as she spoke nonsense.

“I highly doubt that’s true, they have definitely been into you, they’re just too pussy to make a move.” He stated matter of factly.

Drew’s friends were always trying to get him to set them up with Isobel to which he always declined, he wasn’t going to be responsible for one of those assholes breaking her heart—at least that’s what he’s always told himself. She wasn’t off limits per se, but he also wasn’t going to make an effort, and they were never going to grow the balls to walk up to her.

Today wasn’t the first time he heard this rumor about him sleeping around with her. It was what all his friends assumed whenever he refused to play matchmaker. He would tell them they were just friends and if they chose not to believe him the first time then that was that.

Girls he slept with even brought it up to him, disbelief always laced in their voice whenever they asked him which always rubbed him the wrong way. Similar to now when Isobel stated so confidently how outlandish it would be for them to end up in bed together.

If the two could be friends after years of knowing each other who’s to say them fucking wouldn’t work just as well?

“Okay? Let’s stop talking about this and study, thanks for the coffee, dude.” She huffed, propping her feet up in the space between them on the sofa and opening her laptop.

Isobel couldn’t see him anymore behind her computer but she heard the hum he let out in response. She typed up her study guide for one of her finals next week for a little before sitting her laptop down and taking a sip of the coffee Drew bought her. It was definitely satisfying her sweet tooth but she would have hell to pay once night time rolled around.

She could feel Drew’s blue eyes on her as she took a couple of more sips before sitting the cup back down on the coffee table and turning her attention to him. His gaze didn’t falter at all, the slightest smile sitting on his pink lips that always seemed to be there. “What?”

“Can I borrow a pencil?” Drew randomly spit out. He actually needed a pencil, but it was also the first thing he thought of that could excuse his mindless gaze.

“Sure.” She quipped handing him the one she was just using and leaning over to grab another for herself out of her bag.

Drew came here with the intention of Isobel’s study habits rubbing off on him, but in turn she’d only served as a new found distraction for him. Now he was watching the curve of her ass in those damned yoga pants he just realized she was always wearing, but this was first time he’d notice the way her round ass sat perfectly in them—thoroughly appreciating the sight.

He looked away as she leaned back up to get situated, but quickly reverted his eyes back to her thick thighs. He imagined himself in between her plush limbs, situated above her while rocking her into his bed or just simply lying there with his head resting there on her flat stomach.

How could something that was so foreign to him just shy of an hour ago sound like the most appealing thing in the world at the moment. His hands were beginning to sweat the longer his greedy eyes continued to rake over her her body, the guy was lucky she didn’t feel it when she handed him the writing utensil.

Drew was an ass man, always has been and didn’t feel the need to straight up ogle her chest. He already knew she was gorgeous, but he couldn’t help but swipe his eyes up to look at her, hoping he might catch her with those plump lips wrapped around that straw again. Their eyes immediately latched, her brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you doing, Drew?”

He’d been caught in the act. His first time checking out his long time family friend that happened to be a girl and he’d completely failed at being discreet with it. He probably looked like a dork, he’d be surprised if drool hadn’t been falling from his lips.

“Seeing if you’re my type.” He admitted without shame. He wanted to go ahead and rip the bandage off, especially if his honestly meant she would possibly let his eyes roam her body some more.

Isobel’s head immediately fell into her hands in embarrassment, covering up her face like it would block her entire existence from his wandering eyes. There was no way Drew was checking her out, they’d gone a fucking decade without this happening. She fucked up bringing that rumor up to Drew, now there had been a shift, a new level to their friendship that he obviously didn’t mind exploring.

Her entire body wanted to curl into a ball when she felt his large hand wrap around her calf in a comforting manner. The girl was only so strong when it came to men, sure she’d never thought of him in any way that wasn’t friendly but he was attractive. And when someone as manly and as handsome as him was looking at her the way he was a minute ago all it would take was a poke of a finger to turn her into a puddle.

“You can’t just hide from me, we’re literally sitting on a small ass couch together.” He joked like he wasn’t just undressing her with his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that ever again, it’s embarrassing.” Isobel voiced still hidden behind her hands prompting a chuckle from him.

Not planning on looking up anytime soon too afraid to face him and endure another moment of his heavy gaze she leaned back into the sofa. Then his hand ran slowly down her calf stopping at her ankle causing shivers to litter her soft skin. A squeak left her lips as he yanked her legs toward him throwing them over his lap as he pulled her small body down the sofa as close as possible to him. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about you’re sexy. I should be embarrassed since you caught me in the act.” He mumbled, taking her wrists and placing them against her belly so she wouldn’t cover her face again.

“Were you embarrassed?” Isobel asked desperately wanting to know exactly what he was thinking. Whether that be embarrassment, disgust, or intrigue.

She had no idea what she wanted him to feel about her body, any outcome would blanket her with anxiety.

“No, it was well worth it, Izzy, now I just want a feel of my observations.” He rasped as his hands carefully ran up and down her calves.

His eyelids were low and his eyes were a shade she’d never seen on him. She was puddy in his hands, her inner thighs vibrating in want as her body started to become accustomed to his touch, “Okay.”

There was no sense of denying him any further, she’d been a goner as soon as he placed his hand on her leg.

Drew hesitated at first, in disbelief at her readiness, but he bounced back grabbing her waist and placing the girl on his lap. “Damn” he mumbled under his breathe, just loud enough for her to hear, as she slid right over his crotch, the only part of her that had rubbed off on him during their so called study session.

He looked straight into her brown eyes as his hands ran down her back onto her ass, covering both cheeks with a wide grip and immediately squeezing the flesh with his rough fingers.

“Drew.” She dragged out his name in a pant at the feeling of him grabbing her so intimately while leaning her chest against his and hiding her heated face in his neck.

“This fucking ass, Izzy.” He grunted lowly in her left ear like he was telling her it was going to get the both of them in trouble.

She sat there and took it as he grinded her against him practically fucking her through his sweatpants with the way he was kneading and spreading her ass cheeks. All she could do was let the moans slip from her lips into his waiting ears.

“Okay shit, that was more than just a feel.” He stopped his movements, but left his hands on her backside. Then Isobel heard a stutter in his already labored breathing and glanced up at him to see his dark gaze between their bodies. There was a wet spot from her arousal right on the crotch area of his sweatpants and in that moment she’d never wanted to crawl into a hole more as her cheeks burned in embarrassment.

Before she could brings her hands up to cover her face he caught them and placed them above her head as he dropped her body to the couch and pressed a knee between her thighs with a smirk on his lips, “Would you say I’m your type, Izzy?”

“Don’t patronize me, Drew, I can’t help it.” she whispered, feeling like a specimen under a telescope as he stared down at her.

His eyes dropped between them at her words, he’d barely touched her and she was soaking through the both of their pants. “I hope you don’t get this wet for just anybody.”

“What are you implying?” She said cocking her head to the side.

Drew knew Isobel didn’t get around, she’d had one boyfriend that she dated throughout the first three years of college. It was long distance, she found out he’d been cheating on her and he hadn’t seen her with anybody since. No one liked the guy, it was always awkward the few times he came for holiday dinners.

Thinking back Drew wasn’t sure if he didn’t like him or the idea of Isobel with a man in general. He didn’t trust any man around her, not his friends and not that douche that broke her heart. “I mean that I want to be the only person on this campus who has ever felt this.”

Isobel let out a breathy whine when he dropped his hips and pressed his dick against her soaked leggings, just resting there and reveling in the feeling of their bodies attached.

As much as she wanted to be embarrassed by this, his erection nestled in between her thighs was trumping all of her emotions. She’d never been this turned on with a guy, the whole thing was confusing. Never did she expect after years of knowing Drew that a random day during their senior year of college for him to be making demands regarding her vagina and for her to be turned on enough to heed his desires.

“I can’t register anything you’re saying while you’re pressing your dick against me like this, Drew.” She whimpers only making him slowly grind into her more as he rolled his hips with precision.

Drew had just found a new drug, gotten the littlest of a taste of it and wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to quit it, quit her. She was so wet, and the material of their bottoms so damp it was beginning to feel like there’s was no barrier between the two.

“I love the way my name sounds coming out of your fucking mouth.” He grunted. His name on her lips being the sweetest thing he ever heard wasn’t new, sure it didn’t turn him on before today but it could get him to do any favor she asked, “Make sure you listen to what I have to say right now, Izzy.” He grabbed her chin with his hand forcing her to look straight into his eyes, the man practically had full control over her body as he spoke.

“One. Don’t ever call me dude again. Two. I accepted that stupid job offer and got a new car. Three. All I can think about is fucking you in it.” He muttered the filthy words in her ear as he kissed down her neck, talking to her like he hadn’t known her since she was still wearing braces in middle school. “That’s a little forward don’t you think?” The girl challenged him with a flirty smile.

Isobel wasn’t going to give it up to him that easily, and she hoped he didn’t expect her to or he was in store for a rude awakening. She was slow to give her body to men because she was aware of the heartache that would ensue if they ever betrayed her trust. She’d tried to avoid it at all costs, though she’d found herself in that exact situation just a year ago. Love was a sick roller coaster that could catapult you to the ground when you least expected it no matter how strapped in you were.

All Drew did was shrug with a boyish grin playing on his lips, his gorgeous blue eyes falling to her plump lips and stopping there. Anxiety flared through her body as she followed his gaze, the thought of him simply kissing her feeling more much serious in contrary to him literally dry humping her on her couch.

But when his soft lips touched hers she didn’t care about any of the hazardous turns that would be waiting for them ahead, she blindly jumped on his ride with all safety precautions abandoned.

And just like that the two friends had made the unsubstantial rumors so concrete a blind man could see.

#drew starkey #obx fandom #rafe x reader #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #outer banks #friends to lovers #drew starkey smut #drew starkey x black reader #drew #drew starkey x black!oc #drew starkey x oc

[dianadeadwing]

Roudise! I feel like I haven’t drawn them in forever.

This is inspired by the head canon that Rudy grows up to be a tall like cousin Mandy, but he’s on just his tippy toes for now. I might have lied earlier when I said I won’t do age ups because I do have a sketch for one of the prompts for @roudiseshipweek where they are older. It’s still G rated content though!

Also the background is a sneak peak at the hallway texture I’m working on. I had to shift the colors around because the green in the original was very similar to Louise’s dress. So they’re hanging out in the apartment’s kitchen or living room I guess.

#bobs burgers #bob's burgers #fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #louise x rudy #roudise #louise belcher #rudy stieblitz #regular sized rudy #procreate #illustration #my art tag #they’re pinkies are linked #cause I thought it’d be cute

[enbyenvy666]

happy birthday?

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

a little birthday fluff for the great explosion murder god <3

CONTENT WARNINGS - aged up!Bakugo x GN!Reader, cooking accidents (cutting and hitting hand with a meat tenderizer, almost setting kitchen on fire), minor flooding, no beta we die like men w/c - 1.1k

Katsuki wasn’t a fan of his birthday, he just didn’t care for it. Growing up, his parents would force him to go out to dinner with his family, seeing aunts and uncles he didn’t like, bratty little cousins that screamed through dinner and wiping his grandma’s gaudy lipstick off his cheek. He hated pretending to appreciate the presents they gave him, even though the gifts made it clear his family knew nothing about him. Kamui Woods socks, really Pop?

“I just want a night in with my partner, a’right?” He said when you asked him what he wanted to do this year. You were going to make it the best night in ever then. Spicy chicken katsudon for dinner (his favourite), purin for dessert (another favourite), and while you were making it all, he would be relaxing in the bath you had made for him, and after you had eaten, you were going to cuddle on the couch watching his favourite movies. It was going to be perfect.

But you were held back at work, taking away crucial hours needed to cook. Compromising by buying the purin instead of making it, you were stuck behind an older woman who insisted on paying for her groceries with loose change, counting them out loud as she placed each coin on the counter. Then you were caught in stand-still traffic after finally getting out of the store. While debating slamming your head through the windshield, hoping it would wake you up from this nightmare, your phone rang. 

“Happy Birthday Kats!” you called cheerily as if you weren’t experiencing living hell at that moment. 

“Thanks, baby,” he replied, sounding despondent. Your brow furrowed, staring down at your phone with concern as if the picture of him on the screen could see you.

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah just… rough day. I’ll be home early ‘kay? Can’t stand another second reading through paperwork,” he grumbled, and you could almost hear his deep scowl. Your stomach dropped when you realised that meant you had even less time to prepare for his magical evening, but traffic was starting to clear, giving you a glimmer of hope. 

“Of course baby, I’ll see you soon!” You legally raced home, barely giving yourself a moment before rushing to the bathroom and turning on the water. Running to the kitchen next, you tied an apron over your work clothes and began cooking. Your decision to make everything from scratch was, at the time, fueled by love, but now you were regretting it. Even the garlic had to be crushed by hand. Of course, more things had to go wrong though, a slip with a knife and a mash with the tenderizer, leaving your hand bleeding and bruised. Slapping the cutlet into the pan, you sighed- oh shit! The bath!

Running upstairs, you saw the water creeping into the hallway. Turning the water off and fetching a mop, you quickly started soaking up the mess. You filled up a whole bucket but not even half of the water was soaked up. Tipping the water into the now empty tub, the scent of smoke peaked over the damp smell of the bathroom. Sprinting downstairs, your wet socks made you slip as you rounded a corner, elbow smacking into the hard floor. Tingles shot up into your fingers as you hit your funny bone, but you had to ignore it along with the ache that accompanied it as you scrambled to your feet again. 

The kitchen wasn’t ablaze, thankfully, but a concerning amount of smoke was rising from the pan. Sliding it off the burner didn’t do much, so you flipped the cutlet to get some heat off of it, to reveal not only the charred chicken breast but more smoke quickly rose from it. At the worst possible moment, the smoking alarm began blaring, the ringing piercing your eardrums. With shouts of frustration and calls for the device to shut up, you grabbed a teatowel and waved it in the air around the alarm. You were too short to reach the button to turn it off, but maybe if you got a broom or a mop- the bathroom! 

In your panic of trying to decide whether to clear the smoke or to continue to mop the bathroom and hope the fire alarm would eventually tire itself out, the front door opened. With a clear look into the kitchen, Katsuki stood in the doorway, a briefcase containing his hero costume in one hand, grenade gauntlets in the other, watching you run around while waving a towel over your head. Your work clothes were unkempt, your hair a mess, a bandage on your hand and your soaked socks were leaving wet footprints on the floor.

When your gaze finally caught his, your shoulders slumped in defeat and the alarm stopped ringing as the opened door allowed smoke to escape. He dropped his stuff to the floor, taking slow steps towards the kitchen. You didn’t notice him cracking a smile as you looked at the disaster around you. Not wanting him to see your failure throughout the kitchen, you met him halfway. 

“I’m so sorry Katsuki, I tried making katsudon but I burnt the chicken because I flooded the bathroom, and I had to buy the purin from the store because I didn’t have time to make it, and I know the gelatin one isn’t your favourite but it was all they had-” your ramble ceased when you heard the blonde hero begin to chuckle. Maybe it was because of the tears that brimmed your eyes, but his smile had him glowing. It was a sight you rarely got to see, his genuine laugh something you rarely heard, but both were beautiful. He reached for you, his strong hands on your waist, fingers digging into your sides as he tried to hold back his laughter. 

“It’s okay, idiot,” he snickered as he pulled you into a hug. Your arms quickly wrapped around him, squeezing him close, almost sobbing into his chest.  “‘m just happy to come home t’ you.”

“I didn’t ruin your birthday, did I?” You asked quietly with a sniffle, almost afraid of the answer. 

“Of course not,” he tsked, pulling back to look down at you as he still held you in his arms. Your palms lay flat on his chest, feeling his heartbeat steadily under your palm. 

“Let’s order in instead, how’s Italian sound?” 

“Great,” you sighed in relief. Katsuki’s soft palm cupped your cheek, thumb soothingly stroking the stressed bag under your eye. After a soft but quick kiss, he took your hand, squeezing it as his gorgeous smile morphed into his usual handsome smirk. 

“Let’s go clean up that bathroom. And how about we leave the cooking to me from now on eh?”

#reader is lowkey neurodivergent coded #because the author is lmao #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x gn reader #bakugo katsuki x male reader #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x gn reader #happy birthday #bnha x gn!reader #bakugo x gn!reader

[two-white-butterflies]

coaxed you into paradise

Chapter Twelve: The Blacks Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's.

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Time Skip : Six Years

SAERA HOLDS HER SECOND-SON, DAELON, who fussed to no end. They have remained in Harenhall for the past six-years, and despite being born there, Daelon didn't like it's burnt stone castle.

Those who didn't know better, blamed Saera for her husband's death. Claiming that she was the one that burnt him. Daemon enters the room and hands his wife a letter from his daughter, Alyssa.

"Larys still remains firm on having you thrown off as Daegon's regent," he explains the contents of the letter as she rolled her eyes in disbelief. Her good-brother was an idiot, who tried to scheme behind everyone's back. He was ambitious but he was a cripple, and he was also probably impotent.

She places the letter down on the marble table and continued to whisper words of comfort to her youngest son. "It does not matter, his words fall on empty ears." she dismisses the letter while her husband groans. She was quick to underestimate the firefly, but Daemon knew that such scheming man only brought trouble.

"Mysaria tells me that he is Alicent's closest confidant. If he can threaten her with something, she might convince your father on making him Daegon's regent." he tried to reason as she sighs loudly.

She was under the impression that there would be peace after her marriage to Daemon. But after Harwin's death, chaos only followed them. "And what? He'll play dirty and spread rumors once more?" she questions and he nods his head, implying that he would.

"Everyone in the realm knows that the marriage between you and that — man was a sham. They don't know anything about you, my love. But judging from the rumors, they are more likely to believe it." he pointed out as she places her son in the wet-nurses hands.

She crosses her arms, and smirks. "Do you suggest going to Kingslanding?" she questioned and he smiles back. "To the kingdom, it is then." he replied, already missing his brother.

KINGSLANDING WAS AS COLD AS SHE REMEMBERED, its halls held nothing but traitorous history. Saera looks towards the walls of The Red Keep, pondering on whether or not she made the right choice.

But her thoughts dissipated quickly as she sees her daughter running towards them. "Mother!" she greeted leaning in for a small hug. "Alyssa," she smiled pressing a kiss on her white hair. "I saw the carriages coming forth, then our sigil. I figured that it would be you." she beamed as she looks at Daelon who was in the arms of his father.

"Is this Daelon?" she inquired as she offers her hands to carry him. "Yes, doesn't he look like your mother?" Daemon smiles at his wife, as he hands the baby to his daughter.

Alyssa nods staring at her little brother's face. She's heard about her mother giving birth from the letters, but wasn't expecting them to come so soon. "He has the same nose," she replies as Daegon steps down from his horse.

"Sister," he greets as his eyes search for his cousins. "Where is Jace and Luke?" he inquired as Alyssa shrugs. In their absence, the cousins continued sending letters to each other. And their friendship only blossomed more.

"I don't know," she replied while playing with his little brother's hands. Saera turns towards her son, as they walk inside the gates of the castle. "There will be enough time to speak with your cousins, Daegon." she scolds as they enter the warm walls of the castle.

DAEGON SHOVES THE CURTAINS OF HIS GRANDFATHER'S ROOM away from his face, as his eyes peaked onto his bed. King Viserys laid there, writhing in pain and agony — a mere shadow of his old self.

"Father," Saera's voice beckoned as she kneeled to his level. There wasn't any great love between them, for he favored Rhaenyra the most. But he was still her father, and they shared the blood of the dragon.

"Alicent?" he asked weakly as his eyes narrowed to see the figure in front of him better. His eyesight wasn't as good, and he was half-blind. His face showed signs of sickness, and aging. Saera found herself thanking the gods for returning, for she knew that her father didn't have much time left.

"It's Saera, father." she corrects as he hums. Remembering his second-daughter who caused him his headaches. "Ahh, I see." he hums as he stares at Daemon, his brother who hasn't aged a day since leaving.

Daemon sits down on his brother's bed, carrying his youngest son and placing him on his lap. "Brother," he greets with a faint smile as Viserys smiles back at him. He looks at the little boy in front of him, and opens his mouth to speak.

"Who is this little boy?" he smiled, showing his teeth that were half-black. "It is Daelon, father. My son with Daemon." she buts in as the child coos from his seat. Showing his grandfather that he was strong, and of thick blood.

"Daelon, Daegon, Daeron — why must your names be the same?" he chuckles as Saera motions for her oldest son to come closer. "He is Lord of Harenhall now, no longer the little boy who used to sit on your lap." she points as Viserys writhes in agony once more.

A hurtful groan escaping from his lips as one of the maesters attempt to take a step closer. "Give me, my tea." he demands as one of the servants hands him a goblet of white-watery liquid.

Saera and Daemon share a confused glance as he empties his cup. Daemon taking it from his hands, and smelling the contents and what the liquid was.

"Milk of poppy," he whispers as Viserys gently falls into unconsciousness.

ALICENT'S EYES LOWERED UNDER THE QUESTIONING OF SAERA AND HER GOOD-BROTHER. She cursed the day that they arrived, for their line was hard to fool and not easily sent away like Rhaenyra.

"He was not like that, when I left him." Saera's lips thinned as Alicent scowls. She's been gone for 6-years, it was expected for things to change. "His health has declined and on the advice of the maesters—" Alicent trails off but was easily dismissed by Daemon.

"The Maesters who have kept him addled on milk of poppy. So you and your father could warm, my brother's throne." Daemon chuckles as he sits cooly on the gothic chair.

He stares at his nails, finding them more interesting than the sight in front of him. "If you think it unnecessary, then you should see him without it. He's always in pain — the poppy allows him to drowse into comfortable sleep." she reasons but her stepdaughter only rolls her eyes.

It was clear where the Hightowers loyalties lay, not to the realm or to House Targaryen but to their own. "You cannot convince me that your decisions are for the realm. When Alyssa tells me that you plan on giving Driftmark to Lord Vaemond. Stripping Prince Luce of his titles as heir." she accused the woman of theft.

Alicent chuckles bitterly, not recognizing the accusations that fall on The Princess' lips. "My decisions are for our family, my princess. Who is it whose taken care of your daughter, during your absence? None, but me." she tried to reason pretending that she was given such heinous task.

"Don't act as if you are a martyr. Alyssa has done well on her own, not because of your guidance. You've done nothing for her, Alicent." Daemon clears his throat beginning to stand up, and walk towards both of the ladies.

Realizing that she wasn't getting away with anything, she comes up with a lie. "As a matter of fact, I proposed an engagement for Princess Alyssa, years ago to The King." she brought up and the couple raises their eyebrows.

"A marriage between her and Prince Aemond. The King tells me that he would provide them with a castle, if you plan on accepting my offer." she added with a smile.

Her son was not an awful man. He was certainly better than the other lords out there — but Saera married a man like that once, and he cut her so deep.

Daemon takes a step forward, noticing that his wife had grown too uncomfortable. "You may leave, Alicent." he enunciates the last part, showing her that he bore no respect for the Green Queen.

RHAENYRA HEADS TOWARDS HER SISTER WHO WAS standing underneath the Weirwood Tree. She gathers her gown and smiles falsely at the woman, still bearing the belief that she killed her husband. "Rhaenyra," she greets carrying her youngest child. Bearing another flavor of hate, blaming Rhaenyra of not taking care of their father.

"Saera," she replies bitterly, offering his sister no greetings of peace. "I was able to speak to father a few moments ago. Do you ever check up on him?" she interrogated as the oldest princess' eyes narrowed.

She hasn't spoken to her father in a long time. She was mostly deterred by Queen Alicent and The Maesters. Often, spending more time with her children and completely forgetting about her lord-father.

"I've been busy, defending my son's position as Driftmark. Which is why I come here to ask for your support." she enunciated, building a stone wall between the both of them.

Saera rolls her eyes, and curses underneath her breath. Her sister was too formal, and only spoke to her when it was about business and politics. "My support?" she raised an eyebrow and the other woman nods. Knowing that her sister's position was a strong one.

"There have been lies spread about my sons' legitimacy. Ones that I plan on deterring," she explains as she places both her hands behind her back. Hoping to come to an agreement with The Regent of Harenhall.

A laugh escapes from her lips, carefully being reminded of the sins from long ago. Sins of fire and daggers. "Rhaenyra, accept it. Everyone knows that your legacy is false." she taunts as she tries to soothe her son who was crying in her arms.

Rhaenyra scowls, recognizing that her sister was trying to get a reaction from her. "My sons with Laenor, who may rest in peace, are true-born Velaryons. And mayhaps, there was an affair between Harwin and I, for that I apologize, but that is a topic of the past. He's been dead for years." she lowers her head in mock apology and the youngest sister rolls her eyes.

"Now you feel most guilty, because your sons' legitimacy comes into question. But where was this guilt all those years ago? Did it hide? Or is this another effort in saving your own skin." she accused her sister of selfishness as Rhaenyra's face quickly turns sour.

She knew from the start that Saera wouldn't be easy to fool. That her eye was keen as her decision-making, but she wasn't expecting her sister to insinuate such unlawful acts upon her, and her dead husband's memory.

"You and I both know, that Laenor has never touched you. In his eyes you were as interesting as stale bread. His appetites were fixed upon another meal," she confronted as a bitter chuckle escapes from her sister's lips.

"Which is why I offer you a preposition. Wed Alyssa to Jace. Tell everyone that my sons are real, and your daughter will be The Queen of The Seven Kingdoms." she bit the inside of her lips. Hoping to The Seven Gods that her sister was wise enough to accept her offer.

Saera chuckles, a look of disbelief spreading across her features. She believed Rhaenyra to be alone and indifferent, but not desperate. "Alicent offers me a marriage between Alyssa and Aemond. Why must I take your desperate offer?" she stares indignantly as Rhaenyra's anger blossomed.

How dare she act as if Aemond was better than Jace. When her son was set to inherit the Iron Throne, whilst her son inherits a burnt kingdom. The Princess' eyes darkened, as she begins to fiddle with the rings on her finger.

"It is not a desperate offer, and I refuse to believe that you have no agendas of your own." she exasperates as Saera's face became smug. That was the joy of commanding respect, you didn't have to marry for gain — you must simply stand and automatically get what you desire.

Saera's posture became rigid, as her eyes mimicked her sister's cold one. She too can play at this game. "I have been this realm's dutiful princess, I have no ambition but the greater good of this realm. If your sons are bastards — which I am certain that they are. Then we offer the people, great injustice." she began to turn on Rhaenyra.

Implying that she had been false — that her sons were sired from Harwin's seed. Bastards, in layman's terms. And she was right, but so were her children.

Rhaenyra mentally rolls her eyes, seeing that her sister was still not over an event that happened eons ago. "Don't act greater and holy now, not when Driftmark marches against you. Princess Rhaenys believes that you killed her daughter, so you would be able to marry Uncle Daemon. Deny my offer and I cannot guarantee your safety." she insults as Saera looks away.

Staring at the damp plains of her father's kingdom. What happened with Laena was an accident — one that she wasn't the mastermind of, nor was she complicit. She looks back at Rhaenyra, her light purple eyes piercing through her sister's soul.

"Are you threatening me, dearest Rhaenyra." her voice drips with venom and the woman leans a little closer. "Are you threatened, little sister." she replies with a smirk.

Saera smiles — seeing that her sister was cunning and tenacious of her son's claim. "They will force you to your knees, darling sister. And my family stands alone." she replied, before turning around and walking away.

next chapter >>

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#daemon targaryen x oc #daemon x oc #ser harwin strong x oc #aemond targaryen x oc

[ryuttaeng]

ryujin x 6th member reader where and you and yuna are just nonstop laughing together & ryuryu gets jealous of you two together so yall have angry sex after and when your done you clear up that you and yuna are cousins LMFAOOOOO

pairing: ryujin x 6th member!reader

summary: calming down after your and yuna’s conversation, you sense you’re being watched. turning your head, you couldn’t see anything, but you were totally sure someone in the room watched you.

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. fingering, hickeys, angry sex, ryu is jealous over yuna, friends to lovers, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: smut

giggling with yuna, you barely heard or saw something surrounding you. you could feel like someone’s staring at you but you couldn’t spot exactly who it was, as you looked around everything seemed normal. looking around several times, your glance stopped at ryujin who sat in front of you two.

ryujin waited patiently until you both walked into your rooms, as she followed you right after yuna closed her room’s door. “well, have you had fun with yuna?” you could tell she was pissed. her voice and anger dripped from every word, could tell you it’s going to be tough.

“yeah, why?” you said as you turned around to face ryujin, feeling her gaze on you.

“why? you haven’t seen how she was looked at you? every time you would laugh yuna always leaned on you, caressing her hand wherever she pleases, have you two already fucked?” ryujin venomously said, making you stop for a moment. “hold up, it’s not what it seems, what do you-“

you couldn’t finish, as ryujin pushed you against the wall, kissed you roughly. kiss full of with anger, lust and jealousy. picking you up by your legs, she carried you towards the bed, laying you there. she almost ripped off your shirt as she pulled your jeans down, as well as your lacy panties. not breaking the kiss as you reciprocated the kiss.

taking her clothes off, ryujin quickly got on top of you, as she aligned her fingers with your entrance. while kissing you, ryujin let her two fingers sunk in, as she grabbed your breast and licked your nipple, making you let out a moan, moaning her name.

“o-oh my god,” you whined, quickly covering your mouth with your hand to silence yourself. ryujin started thrusting, faster and harder than ever before. mumbling something in your hand, ryujin fucked you just right. you already felt your orgasm climbing and soon you hit your peak. nearly screaming her name, you came, shaking violently under her.

breathing rapidly, you removed your hand, as ryujin peeled out her fingers. “oh god, ryujin, it’s literally not what it seemed. yuna is my cousin.” you muttered out, witnessing ryujin’s eyes widening. “what? i thought you two…” she looked at you, confused. “well, you obviously didn’t wanted to listen to me…“

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #itzy ryujin #itzy smut #ryujin x reader #ryujin x female!reader #ryujin smut

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

Twitter was that popular kid who peaked in high school. And then they were expelled from their college after a year, invested in crypto and nfts, and now works at a chain department store and watches a lot of unhinged conspiracy theory internet videos and shits on media that is "too woke" in their free time. Only their father's side of the family invites them to family gatherings, and they can't keep a girlfriend because they believe in the alpha/beta/sigma/whatever male horseshit and thinks that "feminism is cancer." They only have their job in the first place is because their cousin is good friends with the store manager. And their friends from high school can't have him around too long at their houses because he argues with their family members if they hold a political belief that contradicts theirs. They are banned from several restaurants in their town and live in a run down apartment with a bunch of frat boys that actually despise him, and never invite him to go out partying with them because he always ruins it somehow.

Sorry if this sounded like a rant. Bottom line is I have zero respect for Twitter and you shouldn't really care what twittypets think. Your content is amazing and you are too, don't let the twits make you think otherwise.

im sorry this is a very good fun asks but out of everything. twittypets got me the most

#gio replies #but fr ty im not even angry im just. baffled-to-entertained

[happyshippingnoises]

Platonic BroTP for Nagito + Sonia request: I'd just like to see some very comfy content between these two. In-game there seems to be a fair bit of mutual respect, with Sonia being one of the few that sort of sees some good in Nagito (and feels betrayed when he comes to hate them in Chapter 4 and 5). I personally like to believe that at Hope's Peak, Sonia was one of the only classmates that genuinely considered Nagito a friend, and enjoyed his company in studies or while drinking tea at lunch. Even if he personally didn't believe he was worthy of being her friend, he felt deeply touched that she made him feel like "part of the family". In fact that could turn out to be literal. I'm quite fond of the theory that Nagito and Sonia are actually long lost relatives. Like maybe Nagito's mom was the daughter of a Novoselic second/third princess that left her homeland to run off with a Japanese lover. Making the two of them second cousins. I dunno, maybe just something cute with them at Hope's Peak and post-recovery? Or if you wanted to include the family theory, I could see some canon and non-Despair AU possibilities. Sonia receiving a letter from one of her surviving sisters (now Queen) telling her that while she can't publicly forgive her, she does so in private. And sending her regards to their Japanese cousin too. Or in a non-Despair AU Sonia taking Nagito to visit her homeland and family. By boat of course, since he's terrified of planes.

Honestly, I lean more towards them being half-siblings but cousins also works really well too 🤷‍♂️

in my own theory I like to think that Sonia's mom cheated on the king with Nagito's dad. Nagito's mom found out and tried to flee with Nagito but ended up dying in the airplane. Neither parents elaborated, and Nagito knew about his father cheating yet chose to deny any royal blood in him. (So he wouldn't inconvenience the family)

nagito moved back with his grandparents, realizing he wasn't meant for the royal lifestyle nor weighing the family down with his luck.

HOWEVER I do love the idea of them being childhood siblings/cousins :( so I drew that too from a part of a fanfiction I wrote (I think the mafia one, where nagito's dad was a Don so it just made the family situation a lot crazier with the cheating)

Post recovery I think they find out their relation super late-in and eventually accept it, and sonia helps nagito move in his new apartment (albeit a little too much help).

#i probably lean towards siblings bc im closer to my brother than my other cousins #danganronpa #danganronpa fanart #danganronpa theory #sdr2 nagito #nagito komaeda #danganronpa nagito #nagito fanart #sdr2 komaeda #danganronpa komaeda #komaeda fanart #sonia nevermind #danganronpa sonia #sdr2 sonia

[elegantsplendour]

Some peak into my new one shot:

Out now!!

Let the Games Begin 😈

Reader: You kidnapped me?! You fucking broke our alliance with Highgarden!

Aemond (rolling his eye) : Please, dear cousin, we both know you don’t give a shit about alliances, you are just whining because you lost your chance of fucking Loras Tyrell.

Reader (proceeds on reading medieval tumblr smut)

Aemond snaps the book

Reader: GIVE IT BACK YOU SADISTIC PRICK

Aemond (traumatized by the content) : Sadistic? Is that a compliment coming from a masochistic ?

Aemond (scolding): it’s not appropriate for a lady of your station

Reader (innocent eyes): What are you going to do, my prince? Spank me?

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[notyouraryang0dd3ss]

Hi! White people are truly related to everyone and each other. My grandma was June carters cousin so I'm related, by marriage, to Johnny cash as well. (Speaking of huge stars that have stayed huge after their peak career decades and lifetimes....) but yeah that doesn't mean I'm genetically destined to write the next Ring of Fire, i have zero musical talent! I do data entry and make bad puns all day (the polls have me dying I can't believe I'm getting a good grade in anon hate)

anyway back to business- "you belong to me" "snake it off" "a hard look in the mirrorball" "from glitter to gutter" "ex-mas tree content farm" "speaking now" "anti zero" "swiffer het jet" (focusing mainly on pollution and gaylors) "mass swif-steria"

It's almost too easy lmao -♐️

my anons are related to people more famous than tswift im so dead 😭 thank you ♐️ anon my data entry legend for your hard work bring us great puns 🩷

onto round three!

#these are great but swiffer het jet is killing me #ask #anti taylor swift #anon #notyouraryang0dd3ss #♐️

[threadsun]

@bombastic-jams Asks: "Fuck it, I wanna see a Fairytale AU (not the anime) with SDJ.

Jack can be a prince or maybe even cursed prince like he’s turned into a monster or dragon (idk there’s a lot that you can do with this)

And Y/N can either be a peasant or royalty-

There’s a lot of things you can do with this but I’m here for the cheesiness of it all."

Oh I’m such a sucker for fairytale/royalty aus!! Might have gone a lil overboard here…

Content: Parental death, attempted human sacrifice

Jack is a monster. At least, that’s what everyone says. His only folly had been an excess of kindness, helping an injured woman who—it turned out—had killed a witch’s child.

He was twenty years old when the witch cursed him. It started out with a little itching. The itching gave way to patches of scales. Next was the little flames that came out when he sneezed… before long, he was a dragon, large and terrifying.

He couldn’t remain in the castle. It wasn’t safe for him. Not to mention, his massive wings hardly fit in the largest of chambers. So he made a little home for himself in some caves, way up on the highest peaks of the mountain overlooking his kingdom.

The truth was kept from the people. Jack was the sole heir to the throne, no siblings or cousins to take over when his parents passed. All they could do was hide the truth and hope the curse was broken before he needed to take the throne.

All the people of the kingdom knew, was that the prince was no longer making public appearances. Focusing on learning diplomacy and other skills he would need to rule one day, they were told.

And all the people of your village know is that there’s a monster in the mountain that towers over the wooden houses and struggling farms. A monster whose wings blot out the sun, whose very presence sends their livestock into a panic, who could destroy you all with one breath if it wanted to…

And so, the sacrifices began. Every year, one person was chosen to be sent to the mountain. They were tied up outside of the monster’s lair, ready to be eaten.

It was always someone… undesirable that was chosen. Someone no one in the village wanted around. The disgraced knight who came back from war injured and took to drinking. The farmhand who seemed to cause more problems than they fixed. And now… you.

You didn’t do anything wrong. But… your parents recently passed away. You’re unwed, you own nothing, and you’re just a little bit strange. At least, that’s what the others in your village say.

You don’t want to go along with it. Of course you don’t! No sacrifice has ever come back from the mountaintop, and it’s silly to think you could possibly be the first. But the villagers have never liked you. The sacrifice and your parents’ passing were just the excuses they needed to get rid of you.

So you’re marched unceremoniously up the mountain, tied to a tree outside the wide mouth of the cave. You can’t help but eye the claw marks that mar the sacrifice tree.

“Oh great monster, we leave you a sacrifice. Take this mortal soul so ours may live and rest easy. Leave our village safe for another year. With this one life, we ask that you spare many more. Come, accept your sacrifice!”

They don’t stick around. As soon as their little ritual is done, they hurry down the mountain, leaving you to your fate. Down in the village below, you know that they’ll be partying long into the night, celebrating another year of safety from the monster.

But not you. No. You’re left to your thoughts, sat up against the tree, the rough bark digging into your back. The rope is tight around you. The wind chills you to the bone. Soon enough, you’re wishing for a quick death to end this awful waiting.

“Are they gone?”

The voice is gravelly and deep, almost like a growl. But there’s a sigh underneath it. Annoyance at the villagers and their ritual and sacrifice.

It takes you a bit to realise the voice is waiting for a response. The monster, you figure. You’d never expected it to be able to speak. But now it’s speaking to you.

“Y-Yes, they’ve returned to the village.” You hate the way your voice trembles as you speak. You wish you could face your death with dignity, with courage. But who can, really?

“Oh. Good.” There’s a deep breath of relief, a hot gust of air rushing from the cave and warming you slightly.

You can hear claws on stone, feel the ground under you rumble. The monster approaches. And soon enough, he stands in the mouth of the cave.

He’s illuminated by the setting sun, scales blazing brilliant reds and yellows and blues. His claws are sharp, his maw jagged with teeth. His wings are folded behind him, but you know how wide they are. You’ve seen him swooping around the mountaintop before. Even from so far away, he’d been impressive. And now, up close, you almost want to reach out and stroke the shimmering scales of his snout.

But he’s still dangerous. You’re still a sacrifice. Your death is still looming over you. There’s nothing you can do but cower, hoping he finds something about you distasteful. Hoping he decides you don’t look good enough to make a meal out of.

“Why did they send you up here?”

There’s no judgement in his voice. Nor any threat. He curls up in front of you, laying his large head down so he can stare at you more easily. He’s curious, appraising you. Perhaps judging whether or not you’re suitable for dinner?

“My parents. They… they passed away.”

You need to keep him talking. If you can keep him talking, maybe he’ll forget to eat you. Or decide he wants to keep you around. You’re desperate, you’ll do anything.

“I, um… I spent most of my childhood taking care of them.”

He settles in to listen to your story, and you feel a little bolder. He’s not going to eat you just yet, if you can only keep him entertained. Perhaps… perhaps even pull at his heartstrings enough to make him take pity on you?

“They were poor, sick. They had to sell the farm. By the time they passed, they’d sold everything. We were renting a room at the inn. We had only enough for me to keep us fed. Even when I came of age, I couldn’t wed or work. I had to care for them, it was a job on its own.”

“And when they passed… well, I had nothing. I was of no use to the village. Except as a sacrifice. They kept me housed and fed until today, and then left me up here.”

There’s another sigh from the dragon. It ruffles your hair, bends the tree you’re tied to, warms your shivering body again. It’s over too soon, and you’re back to feeling the chill of the night air.

“Sacrifices. Why do they think I want sacrifices?” It’s a rhetorical question. He’s lamenting.

You’re not sure what to say. Or what to think. He… doesn’t want sacrifices? Thinking back on it, you couldn’t remember who had suggested sacrificing people to the monster first, but it certainly hadn’t been the monster himself. Just one of the villagers who suggested that it would keep everyone safe.

Not that the monster had ever hurt anyone but the sacrifices. This was taken as a sign that the yearly sacrifice works. That they had to continue. But… really, the monster hadn’t shown any interest in the village at all.

“What’s your name?” His voice is quiet, but it still shakes the earth beneath you.

You have nothing to lose. You share your name. He tests it on his tongue, savouring it for a moment. It sends a shiver through you, the way his growling voice speaks your name so reverently. Like you’re not a sacrifice, but royalty.

“What’s yours?” You’re not sure what compelled you to ask. You’re not even sure monsters have names.

“Jack.” The word is loaded with nostalgia, loss, gratitude. Like it’s a name he hasn’t said in a long time.

Jack. Such a… normal name. Like he’s a man, not a monster. And with the way he talks, so eloquent and well-spoken… you can almost imagine that he is.

“If I cut you loose, do you promise not to run?”

His eyes are blue and gold as he stares at you. You can see warmth in them. A softness you never expected from such a huge beast. He won’t hurt you, you feel certain of it. You nod.

His claws are careful, gentle. Following those well-worn claw marks in the tree’s bark. They’re about as far from where you’re sitting as he can get them, slicing through the ropes that bind you.

You keep your word. You don’t run when the ropes fall limp around you. Instead, you stand slowly. You work the stiffness from your muscles and try to warm yourself up.

“You’re cold. Come inside.”

His massive form turns and retreats into his cave. And despite everything you’ve been told about the monster in the mountain, you follow him.

It’s… nicer than you’d expected. The cave is homely. There’s plush pillows and piles of blankets that look almost like they were taken straight from the castle in the heart of the kingdom. There’s a cauldron of stew bubbling away over the fire, both larger than any house you’ve ever seen.

“There are bowls in the corner. And spoons. Make yourself comfortable.”

Jack curls up by the fire, breathing on it a little to brighten it up. The cave is so warm, so cosy… You follow his instructions and grab yourself a bowl and a spoon. You’re not entirely sure how to serve from the cauldron that is so many times bigger than you. But Jack simply takes your bowl in one giant clawed hand and serves you himself.

“It’s lamb. With vegetables. And some spices, I think.” He seems almost uncertain about what’s in it, like he didn’t make it himself.

“Lamb…” You repeat the word, fishing a chunk of meat from the bowl and inspecting it, as though you might be able to tell if it’s from a lamb or a person.

“Yes. Aria made it. She always makes my dinners for me.”

Aria… the name is familiar. After a moment, you remember that she was the first ever sacrifice. A young woman who’d had a child out of wedlock. She and the child had both been sent up the mountain.

He’s still watching you closely. He doesn’t miss the recognition in your eyes.

“Yes. She’s very kind. When she was first brought here, she explained everything to me. About the sacrifices. I got her a job in the palace, and in return she keeps my secret and cooks me food.”

The palace? His secret? The decadence of the cave isn’t lost on you. And slowly the dots begin to connect. The elusive prince Jack. The monster showing up at the same time he retreated from the public eye. Alleged sightings of past sacrifices in the city, wearing the robes of the royal staff.

“You don’t eat people.” He’s still watching you, but he visibly relaxes at the softness of your voice. “You let them go. You give them new lives in the palace.”

“I do.” Jack breathes life into the fire again, trying to make sure you’re comfortable and no longer cold. “Sit, eat. You’ve had a long day. You need to keep your strength up.”

You hesitate for just a moment before moving to sit right beside him. Sure, you could curl up in any other cosy spot farther away from him, but it feels important to show him you’re not afraid.

“It’s good, thank you.” You try not to eat too quickly, but the stew is more flavourful and delicious than anything you’ve ever eaten before.

“Eat as much as you’d like. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need. And then, if you’d like a job in the palace… as long as you’re willing to keep my secret, my parents will allow you a spot on staff.”

You consider this for a moment. To work in the palace would be a huge change. You’d heard stories. The servants ate foods nightly that you could never have even dreamed of buying once on your meagre budget. They slept in beds of clean linens, soft and scented. They were clothed in finery to match the rest of the palace.

But… you don’t have many skills. You’ve spent so long caring for your parents, that caring is all you feel you can do. But perhaps…

“Could I stay?” Your voice is quiet, nervous as you peek up at him.

“I told you, you’re welcome to stay as long as you need.” Jack smiles at you, and even his jagged teeth seem soft and kind.

“I mean… for good? Or, for as long as you need me, at least. I’d like to take care of you.” You suddenly feel the need to justify yourself. Asking to personally care for the prince, no matter how monstrous his form, was quite presumptuous…

“I can cook, I can clean, I can sing and tell stories. I can keep you company, so you don’t get lonely. And if you get sick, I know how to tend to injuries and illnesses.”

Jack is silent, and for a moment you wonder if he’s fallen asleep. Or perhaps he’s simply ignoring you. The insolent peasant who thinks they’re good enough to care for him.

When he does speak, his voice is pained. “Wouldn’t you get bored up here, all alone with me? You couldn’t go back to the village, you know.”

“They don’t want me there.” You sigh. “And how could I possibly get bored when you’re here?”

It’s true. This is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to you. Your world has been so small and sheltered until now. How could you ever get bored with a kindly dragon prince by your side?

“Oh.” Jack seems at a loss for words.

Hesitantly, slowly, he curls around you. You’ve finished your stew and are getting sleepy, and the warmth of his scales doesn’t help. His claws are gentle as he pulls a blanket over you.

“We can try it. If you’re certain.” He’s nervous. It’s almost funny, a nervous dragon. Your eyes are heavy as you laugh to yourself, cosying into his side.

“Some company would be nice.” He continues, his voice low and deep, rumbling soothingly through your body. “Your company.”

It’s the last thing you hear before you fall into a deep sleep. The day’s events have caught up to you. The warmth of the fire and of Jack, the comfort and safety you feel, all of it brings you pleasant dreams.

Jack watches you sleep with soft eyes. Perhaps… perhaps he’s finally found the person who will break his curse.

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